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writing-in-glitter-pen · 6 months

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This Garden You've Grown ⋆˚✿˖° Part Two

A continuation of part one. After your first meeting, The Duke of Meropide could not get you out of his head; so he decided it was time to make you his.

♡ part three ♡

Wriothesley x fem!reader || mutual pining, romance

Eeeeek thank you all so much for your sweet comments about part one ♡ I am thrilled to deliver you a part two ♡ enjoy my darlings ♡

A long, comfortable sigh rumbled from Wriothesley's chest as you carded your fingers through his hair, humming a tune to some distant lullaby while he rested his head on your lap.

Your fingernails felt heavenly on his scalp, almost making his eyes roll back from your soothing touch; he'd never experienced anything like it. There was no better cure for the toll his brutal work day took on his mind and body than this. All of the tension built up in his well-toned muscles released at the mere ghosting of your fingertips over them. Although you both were lying on the ground in the open fields of Fontaine, resting here felt like sleeping on a cloud. He could get lost in this feeling, lost in you.

The world seemed to buzz around the both of you, it's colors soft and the sun's warmth so gentle. You made this place heaven.

His longing gaze was fixated on your eyes; the first part of you he'd come to adore. They were so kind, and so cute. The way they widened when you were surprised or glittered when you're excited, even when they'd get all droopy like a puppy's when you were dissapointed---he couldn't get enough of it. Each expression made him want to pinch your pink cheeks and chuckle. Though, with the way you were looking at him now, he could melt.

He'd never seen this expression on you before; your eyes were half-lidded and amorous, enchanting him as you continued to pet his hair---looking down at him like you wanted something.

You spoke, but your voice was a blur; though that didn't keep him from nodding anyway. There was no request you could make that he would refuse.

The sultry smile that pulled your pouty lips into a sacharrine curve made him weak; he felt his skin grow hot under your attention---no doubt red from the tips of his ears to his burly chest. His heart thundered as you began to lean down, your beautiful hand moving from his hair to cup his cheek and upturn his face to you. He returned your touch with one of his large hands covering the small one that held his cheek, leaning into your heavenly touch. He watched you all the way down 'til your lips were mere centimeters from his own; he could smell your sweet breath from here. He wondered how you tasted as he closed his eyes---about to find out. He felt the first brush of your soft lips against his own...

Before the loud blare of his alarm clock had him jolting out of his perfect dream.

He had been sleeping so deeply, when he woke, he didn't recognize his own bedchambers.

He groaned and scrubbed his hands down his face, reaching over to clamp a hand down harshly onto the off switch.

"Thanks a lot.", he muttered, like it was the clock's fault you were taken away.

You were right about that lavender---ever since he'd put it by his bedside like you'd instructed, he'd been sleeping much more deeply...though, an unexpected symptom of the sleep aid you gave him was vivid dreams.

Vivid dreams about you.

He'd been seeing you every night in his sleep; always meeting you back in that field, always ending up tangled up with you, holding you, kissing you, running his hands over every inch of soft skin you'd give him. Drinking you in like you were the most intoxicating liquor. He couldn't get enough.

Every morning, he'd wake up sorely dissapointed, wishing he could stay in dreamland with you for five more minutes---but duty calls.

Though he'd get on with his brutal work day, the thought of you would swim around his mind and steal his attention when he needed it most. He'd find himself reading and re-reading the same paragraph of some dull report as his thoughts would keep drifting off back to you. How, after one meeting, was he so bewitched?

It's because you were perfect, that's how. You were perfect, desperately so, for him.

Both the guards and prisioners of Meropide alike would rubber-neck their Duke as he strode by them in the halls; his pink-dusted cheeks and smirk giving away that he was beyond smitten---but with who?

Gossip and theories about the Duke's secret lover spread through the fortress like wildfire. Everyone wanted to know who it was; they'd grasp at any information they could and run with it.

"I heard it's one of the guards!" "Well I heard it's someone from the overworld!" "Sigewinne said he'd gone up on a summon last week, maybe he actually went up to see his sweetheart!" "Maybe Meropide will have a duchess!" "You think they'll throw the wedding here?"

This was the hottest story Meropide had seen in a decade, the Duke was lucky the steambird hadn't come a 'knockin, and the whole time, he remained blissfully unaware---a clear example of how you were a debilitating distraction.

He was dying to see you again, but he couldn't just take off from work; the only reason he was able to meet you in the first place was a summon he'd had to answer at the courthouse and an impromptu patrol around the grounds of the city while he was on his way.

He would write to you, but in the flurry of emotions meeting you had flooded him with, he forgot to get your name. A mistake he'd been kicking himself for ever since he'd parted from you.

At least he knew where to find you---if he'd ever get the chance.

He explored every break in his schedule, schemed up any reason to take another trip up to the overworld, but with the influx of prisoners funelling in and the shortage on fortress staff to manage them all, there was no way he was leaving his post anytime soon.

Fortunately, he didn't have to.

It was a particularly gloomy day in Meropide as Wriothesley walked the halls with dark circles under his eyes and a grimace on his face. It had been a few weeks since he'd set your lavender out next to his bed, and by this morning, it's smell had depleted entirely and the sprigs had wilted. No matter how hard he tried to preserve them, the flowers simply weren't made to survive without the sun. The loss of his sleep-aid in turn became the loss of you, the familiar smell no longer there to cart him off to that special piece of heaven in his mind where you existed. Last night was the first in a long time that he did not dream of you, and his rest had suffered for it.

The prisoners and guards whispered about "trouble in paradise", but were quickly silenced by his attention snapping in their direction---their duke having returned to his normal, vigilant state.

Tensions were high in the fortress as it's administratior was falling apart.

When his lunch break finally rolled around, he stumbled into his office grouchy, dischevelled, and groggy. All he wanted to do was take a much-needed nap while waiting for the heavily caffinated tea he ordered to arrive. He felt like his tie was suffocating him so he loosened it, unbuttoning the top couple buttons of his collar as well to give him a little more breathing room before folding over onto the mahogany surface of his desk with a thud and letting out a deep, tired sigh.

...this short moment of respite was quickly interrupted, however, by a soft knock on his door.

"Not. Now.", his voice was that of a big bad wolf's as he all but growled at the disturbance, a clear warning that he is not to be further disrupted.

However, the small, sweet voice that responded from the other side of the door had his eyes snapping wide open.

"...Sir Wriothesley?"

He recognized that voice.

For a moment, he thought he'd been dreaming---having only heard that voice in his head for the longest time.

Another knock.

"...Wriothesley?"

He's not dreaming.

He quickly righted himself; straightening his desk, smoothing out his prieviously rumpled hair and clearing his throat before responding.

"Come in."

His door slowly opened before you peeked your cute little head inside--his heart seized at the image.

There they were: your glimmering puppy eyes, your plushy lips, your beaming smile. All he'd been dreaming about for weeks was right there in front of him.

He stood to greet you; with a flick of his fingers, he gestured for you to come in. He was surprised, however, by your hesitancy. You stepped in politely, the smile on your face nervous and your cheeks pink. He ajudicated your expression for a moment, wondering what had you so startled.

...then he noticed your eyes flicking from his own down to his chest and back up again.

He realized, mortified, that he forgot to straighten his tie.

His hands twitched up to fix it, but it was much too late, you'd already seen everything. However, despite your initial surprise, you looked happy to see him.

You flitted right up to his desk with the sweetest look on your face; his heart drummed in his chest at the sight.

"Good afternoon!", you sang.

"...Good afternoon.", he sighed. Seeing you here was like taking a breath of fresh air---something rare in a fortress so deep within the sea. "What brings you to Meropide?".

"Well...I came to see you."

He tried his best to hide his delight, but his stony exterior quickly crumbled in your presence; he couldn't surpress the grin that grew on his face.

"Oh really now?" his sharp canines shone in his crooked smile as he leaned over you, bracing himself on his desk to get a good look at your beautiful face. You unconciously brought a hand over your heart to steady it---like it would leap out of your chest if you failed to hold it back.

You'd never seen a smile like his before, it was dreamy.

It took you a second to find your words before you set down your whicker gardening basket on his desk.

In it sat little containers of strawberries, blueberries, mini cucumbers, and the cherry tomatoes he liked, as well as two small bundles of lavender---one fresh, one dried.

His eyes were wide as you laughed shyly, "...I won't get in trouble for giving these to you, will I?".

You knew he told you not to give the things you grow on the city's land to the public, but did he count as the public? And if he did...could you push that line just the teeniest bit?

You weren't sure if he'd accept your gift, but you couldn't help bringing it to him anyway. Since the day you met, you'd been thinking about him every time you'd gone out to your garden; wondering if he'd really kept the lavender you gave him, musing about whether or not it was helping him sleep, daydreaming about him and wondering if he was thinking of you too...

He was.

"...you picked these for me?"

You nodded, fiddling with your fingers exictedly.

“…Thank you.”, he looked down at the basket and picked up a sprig of lavender, bringing it up to his nose for a sniff. He sighed contentedly. “You came at the perfect time. Mine just lost its scent last night.”.

"Oh, did it?", you point at the dry bunch you'd tied together for him with a little black ribbon, "These should keep their scent for a while...though I know the fresh ones smell sweeter."

"That smile is so cute.", he thought. He couldn't get enough of your blushing cheeks, the sweet, sheepish upturn of your lips, the way you couldn't quite look him in the eye. He needed that smile, needed you, and now that you were here, now that you'd come to him, he wasn't going to let you leave. Not without the promise of your return.

"...I know you've already done so much, but could I make a request?"

Your head tilted and lips formed a darling pout in curiousity, proving to him that yes, you could get cuter. "What is it?".

"...if I asked you to start a garden down here as well, would you?"

Your eyes lit up like fireworks, giving him exactly what we wanted to see.

"Yes, of course!", you nearly squealed, the heart in your chest felt like it was moments from bursting.

His wolfish grin broadened now, hugrier; if you were a lamb you'd be terrified, but your human heart was thrilled by his satisfaction. He's caught you, to both of your delight. The lamb happily entering the wolf's den, where she will gleefully stay.

"Then I'll make the arrangements.", he purred, the rumble making your heart skip; you weren't sure you could actually work in Meropide without your poor heart giving out on you from prolonged proximity to this man you were already dying for, but you sure as hell would try.

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It's like your presence alone mimicked the sunshine that otherwise hid itself from the underworld.

Everyone noticed it; your smile brought light to any room you entered, enchanting not only the guards, but the inmates as well. Even on Meropide's wost days, your kindness rid the fortress of doom and gloom---the way you adressed everyone as not only an equal, but a friend, the way you'd show care to everyone alike, even strangers, and not to mention, how the fruits of your labor changed the welfare meals from dull grub to colorful and flavorful masterpieces. Wriothesley was reluctant to share your work with anyone other than himself, but what other excuse would he have for starting a garden in the underworld, if not to feed the residents? It's not like he could advertise that it was just a way of keeping you close (though everyone was already fully aware of his intentions. The smirk on his face everytime he entered a room with you in it had all in proximity sharing knowing glances.).

Your cheer brightened any dreary day as you flitted through the expansive halls to the office of your duke, intent on sharing the results of any project you started or to ask for his council on your plans, to his great pleasure. He showered you with praise not many who drew the duke's gaze would recieve; you were precious to him and everyone knew it, adding fuel to the bonfire that was the gossip around Wriothesley's love-life.

You'd spend long hours in Meropide, from the early morning before the sun rose to long after darkness covered the sky and the stars shone in reflections of the water's ripples. By the time you'd arrive at your home above at the end of your day, it would only be a few hours before you'd make the trek back down. Wriothesley worried about you, telling you that he didn't want you staying so long and losing sleep, but every time he'd try to send you home, heeding your promises of "just five more minutes", "I'll wrap up soon!", he'd always return to find you still at work with that pretty smile on your face. He just couldn't bring himself to shoo you away. The final straw was the morning he'd entered his office after a good night's sleep, only to find you passed out on his couch. He thought about threatening to banish you if you continued to work yourself to death, but that would just be a cruel punishment for him too. The alternative he thought up was much kinder, having his staff set up a room in the fortress for you; complete with a big, soft bed and dozens of plushy blankets and pillows to ensure you rest well. He would not accept your mounds of thank-you's, assuring you that it was only his duty to care for you just as you care for the people of this fortress, himself especially.

It wasn't long before the subjects of Meropide began addressing you as "duchess", a mistake you'd flusteredely correct and one Wriothesley would neglect to, the insinuation bringing the slightest upturn to his lips. New residents were especially prone to this blunder, simply assuming that you and their duke were married; and who could blame them? The puppy eyes both of you gave each other while the other's back was turned was more than enough reason for them to come to the conclusion that you two were deeply in love with one another, and you were...though neither of you could bring yourselves to confess.

"Not yet...", Wriothesely thought as he watched your hands with soft eyes while they expertly worked in the soil---kept safe and clean by the pretty pink gardening gloves he'd gifted you.

"...Not yet.", you thought while dreamily listening to the low rumble of his voice that made your heart skip and knees grow weak as he gave you advice on the next plants he'd like to see you grow, distracting you from actually absorbing the information. He was more than happy to repeat it for you, keeping you in his office for just a few minutes more...keeping you close for just a few moments more.

Thanks to you, Wriothesley had been sleeping better than ever, though he had no use for dreams now; what helped him shut his eyes every night, what woke him with a beating heart in his chest and a blissful smile on his face was knowing that you'd be with him when he got out of bed.

You were right there, whenever he needed you, whenever he wanted more of you, you were always there.

The day he'd finally make you his was steadily approaching; the feelings you stirred in him beginning to overflow. His gaze on you as he watched you work became ever more longing, no longer bothering to look away once you met his eyes--making your heart flutter as you hastily looked away. His touches became more needy; what were once featherlight brushes against your hand as you stood next to him and talked about your garden became a possessive hold, interlacing his large fingers with yours. The soft words of praise he would speak to your labor became ardent words of affirmation that a believer in an archon might say kneeling before their alter---musings about you, not a gardener in Meropide, but a woman loved:

"You warm this Fortress more than any blazing fire could."

"Although it aches me to keep a beautiful thing like you from the sun, I couldn't bring myself to let you leave the darkness without me."

"I'm lucky to have met you. Sometimes I can't believe you're real; maybe your lavender has made my dreams too vivid. If that's the case, I'd never want to wake again."

Neither of you could bring yourselves to say it, say you wanted the other---truly, deeply wanted. It had just gone on too long, this period of stasis you both shared was one neither of you would risk ending with three meaningful words:

I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you.

At a certain point, you stopped correcting the residents of Meropide when they called you "duchess".

At a certain point, Wriothesley stopped holding back his desire to touch you, feel you; slipping his arms around your waist and pulling you into his chest from behind as you both looked on at the garden that had tethered you together---grown roots within both of you that tangled with one another into knots that would never be undone.

All that he had left to do was kiss you.

It wasn't at all grand, it was just another moment between you two, one that you wordlessly fell into step together like every moment before. Just a quick good-morning meeting in his office, like you had every day. Just an update on what you will be working on in your garden today. And just as you were about to turn and go, a decisive hand he combed through your hair to bring you to him, a soft kiss that had both of your hearts thundering like a steam engine down a track, and then a moment of shared breath and coupled smiles before you both parted and got on with your day.

You were his and he was yours.

You belonged to him, to Meropide, to the entirety of his underworld.

He belonged to you, your garden, and the fruits of life born from your care and affection.

And never again will the space between land and ocean seperate you.

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0oolookitsme · 7 months

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Better than the Dream

Type - One-Shoty Blurb

Verse - Artist!Harry x Housewife!Y/n

Word Count - 1.7k

Warnings - Talks of after-birth changes and affects (hair fall, weight change, persona change), insecurity about weight, curse words, and smut.

A/N - Second fic of Kinktober! It's a stinking sweet one y'all.

Kinks - Praise Kink, Face Sitting

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Harry could feel the cold trapped in the room, yet the love he had bundled up in his arms made him warm. It felt too good to be wrapped around in a blanket this warm and have Y/n curled around him to leave the bed.

Her hair still faintly smelled like the baby shampoo she had to use the previous morning because of Opal's excitement for showering. Y/n had warned her, yet she cackled loudly as Harry made faces at her while brushing his teeth, and knocked over the open bottle of shampoo.

Y/n had cursed out loud and smacked her hand on her mouth before picking up the bottle out of which the liquid was rushing. Turning to look at Harry with a look that said 'I'm going to rip your hair off', she couldn't help but laugh at the horror on his face.

Knowing that Gemma was on her way to take Opal for a weekend's getaway with Anne, she shook her head before washing the bubbles off of the little one's hair. "Look at you, all squeaky clean," she scrunched her nose, rubbing it against Opal's cheeks as she kissed each one.

Walking over, Harry hooked his hands under her armpits. "If you don't get ready now, then aunt Gemma is going to eat your cheeks! Garhh!" He growled, lifting the girl and taking her out of the bathroom in a manner that made her look like an airplane.

Y/n laughed inside, exhaling deeply before stripping herself rid of her clothes and using the shampoo from the floor to wash her hair. She didn't need much anyways, since giving birth has thinned her hair so much that she had to get it cut up till her very neck.

By the time she had come out, Gemma was there already and Harry was seeming quite sad. "C'mon Harry, it's just for two days. Have some rest, you know she'll have fun with me," Gemma assured him, looking at Y/n for help.

It wasn't the first time, yet it felt like so every time to Harry. He just didn't like her being away from him, but he knew that it was fine and he and Y/n needed this break. Handling a toddler was a very precious phase, but it was hard. Very hard.

So, with lots of kisses and goodbyes, Y/n and Harry finally let the two go – looking from the main door as Gemma backed out of the street. They waved again, watching Opal's little hand wave back before Gemma rolled up the windows.

Heaving out a breath, Y/n turned to Harry. "I'm so ready for a two day long nap."

"I'll order the takeout," Harry said, wrapping his arm around her shoulder.

And so they had both ended up on the floor space between their bed and the TV, the kitchen just parallel to the room as their door remained open. Sharing food and stealing bites every once in a while, they ended up having a make out session after eating the cookies that Gemma had brought with her. Harry even leaned in to litter her neck in kisses, which led to Y/n shrieking, "how the fuck did you manage to cover me in so many hickies!?" when she saw her reflection in the mirror while wetting her toothbrush.

It didn't escalate to anything further though, as the both of them were tired out of their minds.

Deciding to call it an early night, they had slipped under the sheets – Y/n sleeping on her stomach and Harry's leg swung over her hips, his arm wrapped around her waist as the snores left her mouth right away.

Somehow though, throughout the night, Harry's thigh had slipped between her thighs and Y/n had started dreaming. Dreaming something that had her cheeks a little flushed, snores silenced but lips still parted as small puffs of breath passed her open mouth.

Harry lied there silently as something cool rubbed against his thigh. Perhaps, something wet. He just knew that she was soaked.

His arm slipped down from her back to her waist, giving her support as she continued to rub against him in her sleep. Turning to kiss her cheek, he chuckled when a small noise came from the back of her throat.

Stirring, she blinked her eyes open, breathing a little heavily and a little confused. She sat up and rubbed her face, and realized that she had sweat beads on her forehead.

"Had a nice dream?" Harry asked, his voice a little groggy due to the lack of its use in the past few hours. Hell, he didn't even know if it was about time that his alarm would go ringing, or the time that Y/n considered ghostly.

She turned to look back at him, a look of horror on her face. "Oh god, don't tell me I was doing some shit," she groaned, slapping her hands on her face. She heard him laugh and punched him in the side, an embarrassed smile on her face.

"Go back to sleep, you perv," she said as she laid back down, facing away from him.

"Not going to take care of that?"

Y/n only grumbled something in response, her voice muffled.

Harry turned just enough to lay on his back. "C'mon, I'll take care of it," he said, looking at the back of her head.

"Don't be shy – I'm your husband!" He grinned, turning her towards himself. She wasn't like this before, but ever since she's given birth to their beautiful daughter, her personality has become more reserved and shy, and a bit insecure.

"Come, sit on my face."

At that moment, Harry felt her body go a bit rigid. "W-what?" She asked, looking up at him with her big questioning eyes.

Bringing his hand to her head, he ruffled her hair a bit. "You heard me -- come sit on my face, darling," Harry confirmed to her, feeling a little sad that she was shying away from him.

Having a toddler around the house meant little time for them to just spend with each other. Sometimes they shagged in the bathroom, sometimes in the kitchen when the little one was out like light in her crib in the bedroom. It was mostly them making each other reach their highs -- rarely did they ever get to fuck properly, because there was never any time.

So, muttering a few more encouragements to Y/n, he convinced her to crawl up on him. "I'm still losing weight, Harry. I won't actually sit on your face, you'd have trouble breathing," she muttered, looking down at him as she hovered on his neck, holding onto the headboard.

"Baby, I have asked you to sit, not hover. You know I can handle you, have you forgotten?"

"No! It's just-"

"Sit, Y/n." Harry interrupted her, curving his arm around her thighs like ivy. He only hummed in response when she asked him to tell her if he had any problem, and pulled down over his face.

She hadn't shaved, and it felt nice to Harry to know that she wasn't insecure about that with him. Sure, she was hesitant at first but over the time they dated, she'd realized that he really wasn't fazed by it at all, and might as well prefer it that way.

Her body was still upright and rigid but Harry didn't want to tell her too much, knowing that she would herself relax once she's in the groves.

His mouth met straight with her cunt, and immediately he started lapping at her wetness. She was, indeed, dripping wet. Her arousal had slipped out of her pussy, white strings stretching as Harry licked at her.

Her head had fallen back, that much Harry could tell. The headboard was making slight sounds that told him she was gripping it hard already. "Fuck," she breathed out, and suddenly Harry felt like he wanted to be suffocated like this all night.

Slowly but surely, she was sitting down lower and lower on him. Curse words spilling out of her mouth, as she felt the knot starting to form in her belly.

"Harry, oh my- feels so good," she groaned in pleasure, feeling like she could cry from all of the electricity that was rolling through her body in waves.

Harry continued licking her, playing with her swollen clit with his tongue that he knew was growing more sensitive by each lick. He felt so upset that he didn't get to eat her out as often anymore, everytime he did it. Her sweet arousal had coated his tongue by now.

Her thighs had tightened around him, and they were beginning to quiver a little. Without much thought, he shifted all of his focus on torturing the little bundle of nerves

"Harry- H, fuck I'm going to come," she whimpered, rolling her hips against his mouth as she felt the knot moving lower and lower inside her belly.

Shaking and feeling overly sensitive, she began to move away from his mouth, but Harry held her down, and licked into her rapidly, again and again flicking her clit with his tongue.

"H, please! Oh- O-oh!" Y/n stuttered, shaking entirely as her thighs began to close around his head, despite her trials against it. But Harry didn't budge. Instead, he pushed himself further into her pussy, licking and nibbling her clit furiously.

"Oh, fucking hell – Harry!" She yelled as silently as she could, shaking and trying her best to get away from his mouth that was still licking at her, riding her through her orgasm.

"Fuck, fuck," she flinched when his tongue brushed her clit again by accident.

He licked her clean, before finally releasing his hold on her.

She got off of him the moment she felt his arms unwind around her thighs. Breathing heavily, she wiped some sweat away from her forehead. "Fuck," she whispered, finally turning back to look at Harry.

He had a wide smile on his face that only turned into a dimpled-grin at her glance. He slapped her hand away when she protested that she wanted to return the favour, and instead, sat up with her.

"Wanna go again? You look good like this."

"Harry – I- you haven't changed one bit," she laughed, leaning in to kiss his lips. "Definitely better than the dream," she chuckled, and instantly knew that they wouldn't be going back to sleep the moment his mouth kissed her jaw.

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kentopedia · 1 year

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I have an idea. Can you write dazai x reader sleepy cuddles

sleepy cuddles

*:･☆— wc: 1.2k *:･☆ dazai osamu x f!reader

The moon was bright, full, and beautiful, spinning its own tale through shadows over the Port of Yokohama. It was past one o’clock, and you’d woken back up to a dark sky, greeted with an empty space beside you.

It wasn’t a cold night, but you still shivered, missing the heat of the other person you’d grown used to in the past few months. You’d grown even more used to him stealing the covers, leaving you to fend for yourself in the brisk air of dawn. Though you had them all to yourself now, it was much less comfortable.

Yawning, you blinked wearily at the moon through your window, knowing it was the same beautiful moon that Dazai was walking under, somewhere else in Yokohama.

He’d been coming home later and later recently, always slipping out for something or another. Most of the time, he was doing his due diligence as a detective. Some nights, he reeked of alcohol and could barely get his shoes untied.

Other nights, he just roamed the streets, trying desperately to get his mind off whatever plagued him. Whatever he was doing, you always hoped he was safe, hoped that he’d clear his mind enough to come home to you.

Usually, you had no idea which Dazai would greet you in the morning—if he’d even be there at all.

If he didn’t return, he always gave you notice, a quick message that he was alright, somewhere. He knew how much you worried. Truly, you couldn’t help it.

Still, you stared at the starry night sky, and no matter how hard you tried to keep your eyes open, you drifted in and out of sleep.

Kunikida had forced Dazai into doing his job earlier this evening, and though the job should’ve been done by now, he’d promised he’d be home. It was only a matter of when.

You dug yourself deeper into the covers, trying to replicate the same kind of warmth that another body gave you. Despite missing him, you still grew comfortable, and your heavy eyes began to fall.

It didn’t last.

Scattered noises broke through your consciousness, and you were only halfway caught in a dream, the sounds of him coming home filtering to your subconscious in a cacophony of images you couldn’t describe.

Then, you heard a voice. Felt the bed dip. And you blinked your eyes open sleepily.

“Are you awake?” Dazai said from behind you, and his arms wound around your waist, dragging you closer and closer to him until there was no space left.

“I am now.” Your voice was hoarse from disuse, still very much caught in the breadths of sleep. You laced your fingers around his, pulling his arms tighter around you. The little bundle of worry that you had wound of so tightly evaporated, slinking away until the next time Dazai decided to disappear.

“Oh,” he said, kissing the back of your neck. He’d thrown one leg between your own, trapping you in his embrace from head to toe. “Sorry.”

He sounded the complete opposite.

You smiled as he pressed his forehead into your back, his soft hair tickling the delicate skin there. “No, you’re not.” A laugh left your chest, though it was nothing more than an amused exhale. You didn’t quite have the energy to laugh completely.

“You’re right.” Dazai kissed between your shoulder blades, his nose dragging across your spine. “I’m not. I wanted to hear your voice before I went to sleep.” He inhaled, relaxing for the first time since he’d left earlier. “I missed you.”

“You saw me this morning,” you teased, even if you’d missed him just as much.

“That was an eternity ago.” His voice was nothing less than a whine, and you could hear the laugh in it, the curl of his mouth against your back. Dazai snuck a hand under your loose t-shirt, his thumb grazing across your hips, heating your skin faster than the lonesome blanket could.

Momentarily, he stopped, and you opened your eyes once again before he was splaying a hand on your stomach, attempting to tug you onto your side.

When he began kissing down your jaw, teeth locking on the space where your neck met your shoulder, you sighed. “Osamu.” You brought his hand to your lips sweetly. “I’m tired.”

“I’m not trying to start anything. Promise.” You had half the sense not to believe him; most of the time, Dazai was trying to start something. Yet, when you really listened, he sounded as exhausted as you did, his voice as worn out as his body. “I just want to see those pretty eyes of yours.”

You relented, flipping onto the other side, helpless against the way that Dazai’s charming compliments always made you feel.

His face was close to your’s and your noses bumped as you settled into him, his hands never leaving your body. His delicate fingers ran down your arms, entombing you into every fiber of his skin.

“There’s my pretty girl,” Dazai’s smile was soft and exhausted, and he held your face gently in his hand before kissing you. “My darling.”

A slew of other endearing words that made your ears burn hot, and you pulled away shutting your eyes against his collarbone. He smelled like nothing more than crisp spring air and the fresh scent that clung to his newly washed t-shirt. “I thought you weren’t trying to start anything.”

“You don’t want me to kiss you goodnight?” Though your eyes were still shut, you could only imagine the phony pout on his lips, his soothing voice lulling you into another sleep.

You pressed your lips to whatever part of him you could without lifting your head. “I guess I’ll allow it,” a yawn interrupted you; you needed pliers to pry your eyes back open, “just this once.”

Though you’d been relaxed before, it was nothing compared to the feeling of Dazai, the comfort that having him right within reach gave you.

“Did the case go okay?” you asked, knowing that Dazai was nowhere near as asleep as you were, and you hadn’t gotten to see him all day. Despite his weariness, a part of you was surprised he hadn’t pestered you with conversation.

“Everything was fine,” Dazai kissed the top of your head, resting his cheek against it. And though the man could be the greatest thorn in your side, he also knew you better than anyone. “I’ll tell you more about it tomorrow. You need to get some sleep.”

You hummed, your own body covering his from head to toe. “Goodnight.” You weren’t sure if you said anything else, too distracted by the tiny puffs of air that left his own lips.

Dazai’s reply went unheard, but he held you with everything he had to offer in his heart. Eventually, the beat of it matched the rhythm of your own, and he fell asleep, knowing that you’d still be there in the morning.

chuuya version here!!

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orphicrose · 3 months

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The Co-Host (Alastor x FemReader) VI

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Summary: You are Alastors Co host in life, perhaps more. But are separated by a sudden death. When you are finally reunited in the under world, it is up to Alastor to figure out why you don’t remember him.

Warnings ! ! Mentions of Death and Bl00D

@cannibalcoyote @kahlan170 @sugxryratz

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"My darling, that's a nasty cough" honey eyes found hers, a hand resting on her knee as her lungs gave out a cry for help. A hearty cough erupting into her hands that covered her mouth. "Y/n, go home." His voice more sincere with the severity becoming more obvious.

"I'm fine, Alastor. The common cold is making it's rounds at the moment, and i can't afford a day off" she pulled herself into the desk on their wheely chair, adjusting the slumped over posture to give off a more healthy look. Dry skin around their nose and red blotches across her cheeks giving it away.

"Please. Go home, I will make sure you don't have to worry about anything my love" His hands spun her to face him. After some convincing, she finally gave in. Knowing that if she didn't, he'd probably drag her home himself. Then the people wouldn't get their daily war update.

In the comfort of her thick sheets, she melted into them and let her guard down. That cough destroying her throat every time she let it loose, the dripping in her nose annoying her to the point she just stuffed tissue up there. It didn't take more than a few hours for her bedroom floor to be littered with used tissues, her body too sore to allow her to throw them in the bin. Alastor managed to creep in while she was asleep, cleaning up her sicky mess. Not a care in the world if he ended up with the same fate as her. Y/n woke to the pleasant smell of a brothy soup being made in her kitchen. The knowledge that her person was in her kitchen downstairs was enough to push her out of bed, into the bitter air of her home.

"Darling, go rest. I'll bring it to you" he saw her in his peripheral, pointing the spoon he was using at her accusingly. Soup splattering on the floor. Y/n ignored his request, walking towards him and wrapping him in an embrace. Stealing away his body warmth. "Okay, i suppose this is acceptable" his arms returned the hug, pulling her tighter into him.

A charming jingle echoed through the sound system in the dormant tower, erupting Y/n from their slumber. Red, circular marks imprinted on her greying skin from where she had been laying on the buttons. How she'd fell asleep in that position was a mystery. Alastor sat in the same position he had been in the last time she saw him, only his hand was resting on hers. His eyes were closed, legs still crossed, and his head was slightly tilted onto his shoulder. Small breaths audible from his ajar lips. That smile still haunting him even in sleep. They must have spoken all night, she thought. Ever so carefully slipping her hand away, scared to wake him. The bags under his eyes said that he had ever slept an ounce in the afterlife, maybe that's why he killed so much.

The door closing behind her is what woke him from his beautiful dream, wanting to kick himself when he realized it was just that. But when he saw the steaming black coffee in front of him, his cheeks almost flushed. If he had any moving blood in his body maybe they would have. Knowing it was y/n that had left it for him, a symbol of their blossoming friendship, their new found trust in each other. She slept next to him, something must be eating away at her inside telling her this was right. He knew she felt something. How could she not, with the way she looked at him with such a sincerity that could make him simply pass away. The liquid melted between his lips, like it used to a million times before. His mother was the best cook, but by god his love had his soul with her coffee. Only she knew how to make a perfect balance of bitter and sweet, that only he enjoyed.

Above the steam from his beverage, he could see the figure getting smaller and smaller the further she walked. Leaving him behind.

Y/n had great powers, great enough to do terrible things. But you'd never know if you had never heard of them. She never used them. Never truly knowing why herself, but something told her that it is what she wouldn't have wanted. The passed her, that is. However tempting it was to just flow through the world, not having to worry about ever walking again, she couldn't. It felt wrong, like it didn't belong to her. So she will use the legs she was gifted with. Walking wasn't so bad.

A small forest gathered around the edge of the pentagram, lucifers poor excuse for some greenery. It was still the prettiest views you were going to get in the pride ring. And one of the most peaceful, a lot of imp families regularing this area with their children. Footsteps ran up behind Y/n, not making her question anything, people liked to jog through here. But the footsteps grew louder, and louder, and then stopped abruptly. Feeling dirt hit the bare skin on her ankles, she turned to see. A small, deerlike demon stood behind her. Body telling her she was young, but face showing signs of maturity and age.

"Hey" He panted, hands on his knees as he bent over, gathering any oxygen in his lungs as he could. His old southern accent having hints of French that was hardly distinguishable. "You're that radio presenter aren't you? The one that used to do broadcasts during the depression? My family loved you!" He was a new soul. Clearly trying to cling to his old life as much as possible. It brought a confused face to y/n, which then infected the deer with the same confusion.

"Maybe you weren't... my apolo-"

”Perhaps I was” Y/n cut him off. Looking at the stirred up mud below her with thought in her eyes.

”well, you sure sound like her.” He scratched his head with a finger, looking up towards her. “We were all distraught when you passed. Never imagined you’d end up down here though” he shrugged his shoulders, a click audible from his fragile bones as they cracked beneath him. Without another word, he continued his jog past her. His breathlessness hitting him rather quickly.

“A radio presenter?” She mumbled to herself, looking back at the radio tower only just visible over the tree line half a mile away. “What a weird coincidence that must be”

She struggled to make her mind shut up the entire walk to work. Luckily for her, as soon as she opened the doors to the warehouse mayhem smacked her in the face. The hurried rushing around, paperwork flying over everyone's heads, yelling was enough to distract Y/n. "What happened? Why is everyone off their knockers??" Y/n's voice bellowed through the hallways, usually enough to stop everyone in their tracks like a teacher shushing her class. But not this time. Worried faces covered the floor of the building, hurried steps of sinners making anything else hard to hear. Y/n grabbed a sinner running passed her, her grip ahold of her arm. "What is this about?" Her eyes shot gun wounds through her soulless body. Her mouth moving but no words coming out. "Speak!"

"Satan...Satan layed a bunch of workers off"

Y/n looked at her, puzzled. "That doesn't explain why you lot are running away from a bomb".

The demons eyes welled quickly, reliving the scene she had just witnessed. A hand lifted, a finger pointing at the room behind them. Y/n's eyes followed the direction, grip loosening enough to let the sinner run free. The scene revealed itself. A thick layer of a red fluid was rolling out from underneath the doorway. Satan hadn't layed them off, he had killed them. Among the bodies scattered around, was her assistant. The permanent worried expression he held on his face was replaced with what can only be described as a peaceful slumber. Kneeling down, covering herself in crimson wine, she picked up his hand from the sespit below. Feeling slippery in hers. This was her fault, most of her workers didn't belong down here. They were tax evaders or petty theives. Doing what they needed to survive, and they were punished.

Time moved like the eternity she would be stuck here for. The building was quiet, completely. The sound of y/ns quiet whimpers as she held herself echoing in the empty office room. Surrounded by people who would have considered her their boss, who they utterly feared.

"Darling?" Alastors voice brought her to, still not able to bring herself to look away. His immediate thought was 'what did you do?'. A note on the table, marked with satans wax, gave him a moment of clarity. For the first time in his existence, he had no words. All he could do was comfort. His frame bent to accompany hers on the floor, pulling her head into his chest. A hand running through her hair like he used to do, massaging her scalp with long nails. Allowing her to fester in her head, but not alone

#alastor fluff #hazbin hotel alastor x reader #hazbin x y/n #hazbin x reader #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin charlie #the co-host #Alastor x reader #angel dust x reader #hazbin husk

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minhyeong · 1 year

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NCT DREAM + SIMPLE DATES !

[ mark ]

huddling together by the dinner table building a 10,000 piece mini lego set that he impulsively bought on his way back

you think his knitted brows will create permanent wrinkles after he maintained the same expression for hours so you smooth your thumb along his forehead

he’s muttering curses every time he places the wrong piece down and has to jam his fingernail into the small gap to separate them

cutely scrunches up his shoulders and gives you a bashful smile when you take the pieces from him and pry them apart

you literally have to drag him away from the table or he will stay up all night to complete it

[ renjun ]

sitting cross-legged on the bed folding fresh laundry together while a true crime podcast is playing in the background

you’re tugging your favorite hoodie of his out from the pile of clothes and mindlessly looping your limbs into the sleeves

he’s grimacing when the gory details come out in the podcast and giving you the most suspicious look when he witnesses you giggling

his eyes narrow when he hypothetically asks whether you would commit a crime while wearing his clothes

the neatly folded pile is all ruined when you launch yourself at him just to squeeze him in your arms because everything he does is stupidly endearing

[ jeno ]

learning how to crotchet together because you spontaneously wanted to make a scarf instead of purchasing one

it becomes a race to see who can master the very basics first, and he quickly gets ahead even though he spent forever stuck on making the slip knot at first

doesn’t even realize that his limbs are all tangled up in the ball of yarn until he can barely move his elbow

drops everything to give you a hand massage when you start to feel it cramping up from all the practice

he completes his scarf first and excitedly wraps it all around you until half of your face is covered, and you can’t wait to wear it out despite its small imperfections

[ haechan ]

pampering one another with face masks and 92 layers of skincare on a rare self-care night

he sighs contently when he lays his head on your lap and you delicately apply some eye masks for his dark circles

absolutely refuses to get up even after you’re done and pretends that he’s asleep with loud, dramatic snoring (the “just five more minutes” repeats for an hour)

makes you run your hand through his hair while he’s at it

you flick him in the forehead when he gets playful and starts to tickle you in the waist

[ jaemin ]

packing food to go feed ducks at the nearby lake before the cold season hits and everything freezes

he starts naming all of the ducks and claiming them as his children and asks if you two can adopt one and bring it home

you have to steal the empty basket from him before he tries to sneak something in there

other people walking by probably give you a look when they hear him make cooing noises at the ducks but you just pull him close with a proud smile

you leave the lake with a video of a flock of birds chasing after him and he’s flailing around as he runs away

[ chenle ]

pushing aside all the furniture in the living room to do couples yoga together just because he saw videos on youtube and confidently thinks he could do all of the complicated poses

you hesitantly suggest to start off with something simple but he’s already eager to try the double plank pose and even jokes that you can be on the bottom

purposely shakes and drops his arms while he’s supporting you just to scare you but always catches you at the last second

uses this opportunity to annoyingly wiggle his hips in your face

just ends up leaning on you when he finally gets tired and rubs his sweaty cheeks all over your shoulder

[ jisung ]

crawling under the covers with your phone and facetiming at midnight when he’s miles away

learning all about his day and him animatedly talking about a snack he had two hours ago as if it’s the best thing he tasted his entire life and how he can’t wait to bring some back for you to try

he definitely drops the phone on his face more than once or twice

you run out of storage on your phone because all you do is take a billion screenshots of him and you just can’t delete any of them

the way he blushes when he mumbles something about missing you after he thought you fell asleep (it’s absolutely a jump scare for him when you suddenly open your eyes)

#nct scenarios #nct imagines #nct fluff #nct dream scenarios #nct dream fluff #nct headcanons #mark scenarios #renjun scenarios #jeno scenarios #haechan scenarios #jaemin scenarios #chenle scenarios #jisung scenarios

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twostepstyless · 1 year

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Good Girl O'Clock

Fic Advent Calendar Day 4

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Author’s Note: Something a little spicy for our first Sunday in the calendar. Y/N finds out why she was crying so much about the missing bauble. Harry validates her feelings and lets her hop on for a ride for a bit of relaxation. Extraordinarily soft Dom Harry.

CW: talk of periods, and its a bit smutty

Word Count: 3.2k

NSFW - 18+ please

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Y/N was out like a light last night, exhausted probably from all the excitement of decorating and then all the tears caused by the missing Christmas bauble. They eventually exhausted their search for the evening and went up to bed where Harry held her close under the covers as she sniffled in the dark.

“I didn’t ruin it, did I?” she had whispered into the night, her hands pressed against his chest as his own hands warmed her back as they ran laps up and down.

“Ruin what, m’heart?” He pressed soothing kisses to her hairline.

“Tonight,” she sighed as she pecked his bare chest in response. “We were having such a nice night decorating and then I started crying over the bloody bauble and I just feel like I put a damper on everything.”

Harry shuffled back in bed a little so he could look into her face, “that ornament means a lot to us. Both of us, you have every right to be upset, I am too. You didn’t ruin anything, okay?” Harry’s hand came up to push her hair back and caress her cheek as she nodded sadly. “Need to hear y’say it, baby,” he smiled at her in the dark of their bedroom.

“I didn’t ruin anything,” she murmured, barely audible even in the quiet of their bedroom.

“Louder,” his thumb brushed away the tiny, leftover, stray tear that escaped her eye.

“I didn’t ruin anything,” she said, this time with more conviction as Harry pulled her back into his chest.

“Atta girl,” she could hear the grin of his pride his voice as she buried her face into his neck as she placed three kisses on the warm skin there. “You’re my good girl, aren’t you?” Harry hummed in her ear, knowing she just needed to be coddled for a little bit. She felt her face heat up and a flicker of a spark ignite in her belly at the term of endearment as she nodded again into his neck. Feeling painfully shy all of a sudden. “Then my good girl should sleep. Don’t worry about it, I have a feeling the bauble will show when and where we least expect it,” he ducked down to steal a kiss from her tear-softened lips, “have good dreams, m’heart,” she heard him whisper as she blinked into a peaceful sleep.

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It was early when Y/N woke, really early, so early that Harry hadn’t even stirred from his slumber yet. But Y/N felt hot, too hot, and a bit uncomfortable as if her skin felt too tight on her body. She kicked her legs free from their duvet and wiggled out of Harry’s grip as she tried to escape their bed to the bathroom to cool down, stumbling as she finally got up from their bed, tripping on the sheet she managed to take with her wrapped around her foot. Disturbing the dog in process, who had been lying knocked out on the foot of their bed, he raised his head to look at his mum who had woken him.

“Sorry, Vinnie baby,” she scratched his head as he hopped down from the bed and left the room to go find peace in his bed downstairs. She got to their en-suite and started by splashing some cool water on her arms and face before decided she did actually need to use the bathroom. As she went about her business, she felt it, the cramping in her abdomen she knew all too well. Guess that explains the hysterical crying over the Christmas ornament and probably why she ate three quarters of the bag of chocolate coins by herself too. Her period had come in with all the warning sirens wailing but she missed every single one of them. Stealing the spare pair of underwear, she kept in the drawer with the rest of her supplies in case she was caught unaware as she has been now, she cleaned herself up in the bathroom before hurrying back to the warmth of their bed. Harry had been completely unaware she had even been up as he was close to comatose lying on his stomach the only thing giving him away was the soft snores that escaped his parted lips.

Y/N shuffled back under the duvet to lie alongside him on her back, her eyes glanced over to the clock on the nightstand. 5:45 A.M. Harry’s body clock would have him naturally stirring within the next 45 minutes at the very most, but Y/N wasn’t quite in the mood to let him up from their cocoon of bedding today. She lay on her side facing him, his head was turned towards her, his cheek all squished from lying on the pillow. She thought about him, well, when doesn’t she think about him. Specifically of how he soothed her last night, she was worked up and he tethered her back down to reality and calmed her down. With soft touches, and playing her favourite Christmas music, holding her steady when she was trying to put the star on top of the tree, calling her his good girl, letting her be fussy over the colour of their tree lights, keeping her drink topped up, calling her his good girl. Fuck. Remembering it cause that little spark to set off in her belly again and for the heat to rush to her face and the pit of her tummy. She wanted to stay in bed with him all day, to be his good girl all day. God, her period was making her hormonal. She wiggled onto her side so she could stare at his sleep softened features, he looked angelic when he slept. The furrow in his brow was not existent, his lips pouty and soft and so kissable, hair flopping whichever way it wanted to with no styling product curling around his ears and the longer part on top at its curliest as it was freshly washed and air-dried. She couldn’t help it as she scooted up to him even closer, she couldn’t help it when her hand reached out, fingertips barely brushing his cheek, quickly swiping off a stray eyelash that Harry obviously felt her do as his eyes twitch but remained closed. Her fingers continued their journey up his face and into the side of his hair, combing through the strands and twirling curls round her fingers. Harry was awake now, but kept that to himself, he wanted to see how long she would go on for. It had been 5 minutes of twirling hair and fingers brushing the high points of his smushed face and Harry hadn’t moved an inch. He hadn’t wanted to, her gentle touches would usually be enough to lull him back to sleep but she was so close to him, and she smelled so good, it was stirring something else entirely inside of him. He revealed himself finally when her fingertip ran down the bridge of his nose and then her thumb rested on the full of his lower lips. Harry puckered his lips, pressing the softest, most gentle kiss he could muster onto the pad of her thumb. The miniscule movement still caused Y/N to jump and pull her hand away.

“Don’t stop,” Harry rasped out, voice gravelly from not being used.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you,” she whispered, still holding her wandering hand close to her chest.

“Been awake for a little bit, liked it, it felt good, don’t stop please,” Harry grunted reaching for her wrist on his own to put her fingers back in his hair to card through his locks.

He hadn’t opened his eyes fully yet, they were blinking heavily, she caught glimpses of her favourite shade of green with every sweep of his eyelashes.

“Y’so pretty,” she said, voice full of wonder as his eyes finally opened to see his girlfriend in awe.

“Says you,” Harry turned his head ever so slightly to press a kiss to the pulse point on her wrist, going back in for another kiss to her wrist, this time suckling slightly on the patch of skin as Harry saw her jaw go slack from the corner of his eye. “Need somethin’ from me, baby?” his gaze was slightly intimidating as he broke away from her wrist, all she could do was nod dumbly. “Gotta ask, m’heart, let me hear words, yeah?” his voice was still scratchy, it sent a zip through her core.

“Kiss, please?” was all she could manage.

“Hm, good girl,” Harry smiled as he flipped onto his side to face her, nudging his head forward to brush his nose against hers, pulling his head slightly back when her lips reached for his, teasing her. There was that bloody ‘good girl’ again, was he trying to kill her. She didn’t have time to even consider her life insurance policy when his lips finally claimed hers. It was a kiss full of heat, his tongue, skimming her bottom lip, pleading with her to open up for him which she granted immediately. Hot and breathy. Harry always kissed her the way she needed to be kissed in that moment without her ever having to say anything. He just knew. She felt that flicker in her belly again, and the heat rise and settle as Harry’s arms wound round her body pulling her even closer to him. Her hands found purchase on his bare shoulders as she clung to him. She needed to breathe but she didn’t want to stop. They’re foreheads pressed against as they panted against one another. Harry’s hands kept moving sliding down her back, fingertips brushing under the waistband of her pyjama bottoms and dipping into the band of her underwear before her hands gripped his wrists firmly and pulled them back.

“Period,” she muttered at his look of confusion, that never left after she uttered the word.

“That explains why you’ve been wiggling around so early,” he giggled. “S’never stopped us before, y’okay?” he took his hands up to hold her face close, pressing a kiss to the tip of her nose which scrunched up in reaction.

“Just feel a bit gross, don’t fancy the big clean up from that this early,” she mused, glad that she could have this open a conversation with her person. “Can still do you though,” she smiled softly, ticking her hips forward, able to feel where Harry ached for her, hard against her pelvis.

“Fuck off, f’anything we’re doing you,” Harry rolled her eyes at her last statement but accepting her boundary before he rolled quickly onto his back pulling her with him to sit on top of his thighs before she could even utter a sound. “Can I take the first layer off at least?” he asked innocently playing with the drawstring waist of her pyjamas. She nodded, feeling shy again, but raised her hips as he urged the waist down over the full of her bum before she helped him kick her legs free from the warm fabric. Goosebumps puckering over her exposed legs, he left her underwear firmly in place as that was what she was comfortable with. He moved underneath her, shifting her from being sat across both thighs to straddling his left thigh, that was still covered by the sweatpants he had slept in. “This okay?” he asked as he flexed his thigh under her, the full of the muscle brushing deliciously against her heat that radiated through the cotton of her underwear.

“Mhm,” she whimpered, “bu-but what about you, want you t’feel good with me,” her hands sought leverage on his lower stomach, nails digging into the exposed flesh, thank Christ he slept shirtless.

“Believe me, I feel fuckin’ wonderful,” Harry gripped her hips and urged her to start moving against his thigh as he flexed his thigh repeatedly to stimulate her. Her mouth opened in a moan before she stopped herself.

“Wai-wait,” Harry stopped her movements by gripping her firmly, in case she had changed her mind, “no m’fine,” she ensured knowing he was about to ask. “It’s just, can we- can I- can y-you,” she stuttered, her nails scraping lower and lower to the elastic of his bottoms.

“Ask me, pretty, ask me what you want,” he tried coaxing her, hands settling on her hips, thumbs rubbing circles into the exposed flesh.

“Can y’take your sweats off,” she uttered quietly as a smirk formed over Harry’s face that she missed as she kept her stare on her fingers. “S’okay f’you don’t wanna, I get it,” she added on quickly when she didn’t hear him respond.

“Lift up for me, beautiful,” Harry urged her to stand on her knees, hovering over him, as he shoved his sweats down to his knees before kicking his legs free. “That’s my good girl, so good asking me what y’wanted,” he praised her as he pushed her hips down to let her meet the warm flesh of his thigh.

He was rock hard in his briefs, she could see it, and it gave her the boost of confidence she needed as she began to rock steadily against his thigh, grinding down hard, letting her clit feel the most pressure as she let out pitiful whines and whimpers. “That’s it, look at you, s’fucking pretty,” Harry breathed, he didn’t know where to look. The way his hands puckered the flesh of her waist, the soft of her stomach, the way her thighs quaked when she brushed against him just right, whether to look at where her pussy met his thigh through her underwear, God, he could feel the warmth radiating through her or that face. Her perfect face that he thought must have been crafted by some higher power. The way her teeth sank into the full of her lip, the way her brow furrowed at a particularly good rub, how her neck elongated as her head tipped in pleasure.

Her hands reached for his briefs, desperate to see him hard and to get him off with her.

“Get me out, baby, but no touching after that okay? S’about you,” he said firmly as her cool fingertips reached beneath the monogrammed elastic of his briefs and freed his cock from its fabric confines, shoving his underwear as far down as she could without adjusting her ride on his thigh. He was leaking just from watching her, his precum bubbled at the shiny looking head before leaking down the side as his cock stood tall in front of her. He dripped down the vein she was so desperate to trace with her finger or her tongue, but she knew his rules so focused back on her own ministrations as Harry’s hands gripped her hips tighter as he urged her to move quicker.

“Har, har, oh my god,” Y/N whined loudly her right hand coming to clamp down on his free right thigh, her left keeping her upright with its palm flat against his pec.

“That’s it, baby, feels good, doesn’t it?” Harry taunted her, he could feel the elastic in his own belly tightening as he watched her get off, her eyes were heavy as she held his gaze.

“uh-huh, uh-huh, baby it fee-” she was cut off with a low moan as Harry raised his thigh to push even harder against her pussy.

“Keep going, Y/N/N, want y’to come, okay, want y’to come in your underwear from getting off on my thigh, yeah?” Y/N was post verbal by this point, just pants and breathy whines and moans left her lips as she nodded her head. Her left hand shifted, brushing against Harry’s nipple that caused an unexpected moan to escape his throat. Y/N could have fun with this, he never explicitly said she couldn’t touch him there. She quickly pulled her hand up and licked the pad of her thumb before placing it back down against his nipple and played around with, rolling it under her finger and pinching it, as Harry bucked underneath her.

“Har-Harry m’gonna…” she trailed off.

“Good, that’s m’good girl, get yourself there, baby,” he gripped her hips tighter as Y/N became louder as she chased her high, slumping forward as her orgasm hit. It started in the pit of her tummy and exploded outward like a supernova. Her thighs clamped shut around Harry’s left one as shudders quaked through her body as she moaned through it. Harry doesn’t know if it was her ministrations with his nipple, the feeling of the heat rushing to her pussy or the way her entire body clenched then relaxed just as quickly as the pleasure rushed through her nerve endings, but it tipped the scale for him too. The second her head tipped backwards and she wailed that she was cumming, Harry was praising her with good girls as his own cum covered his lower stomach and streaked across his chest as he whined watching her as the last rope of his cum spilled down the side of his softening cock.

“M'good girl, y’did so good for me. Look at that, didn’t even touch me and you made me cum so much, my special girl,” Harry’s blunt fingernails scratched soothing patterns on her skin as Y/N fought to regulate her breathing.

“Did good?” she asked quietly.

“So good,” he kissed her cheek before she turned her head to capture his lips with her own as she sighed in contentment.

“Need t’get cleaned up, m’love,” he tried shifting her off him, as he was currently covered in his own release and didn’t fancy letting it dry down on his skin.

She gripped onto his shoulders tightly, not wanting to let him go just yet. “Stay, please,” she asked smiling softly at him.

He pinched her cheek lovingly, “I’ll be right back, just gonna clean up then I’m coming right back t’you, promise,” he kissed the corner of her mouth and pushed her hair back that was stuck to her forehead. “Then we can decide what we want to do today, yeah?” he soothed her.

“I’ve already decided what I want t’do,” Y/N confirmed.

“What’s that, m’heart?” he smiled at her as she finally rolled off of him to allow him to sit up.

“We’re gonna stay right here in bed, all day,” Y/N nodded with finality.

“Okay,” he said with a grin standing to his feet to go to their bathroom.

“’Okay’?” she mused, sitting up on her elbows, “that didn’t take much convincing,” she giggled.

“After the show you just put on f’me, there’s no way we’re leaving that bed today. Pick out which Christmas film we’re watching first,” Harry threw the remote towards her that he plucked off the top of the dresser in the room as he walked into the en-suite.

“What a stupid thing to say, y’know we always start wit-” she called after him, turning the tv on.

“Yeah, yeah, Love Actually, only because y’fancy Hugh Grant in it,” he called back in as he ran the bathroom tap.

“I don’t see how that’s a problem,” Y/N sing-songed back to him, wriggling down under the covers again as she queued the movie, quickly looking over at the clock on the nightstand. 06:33 A.M.

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Why Would You Do That?

Notes: This is based on a dream I had about Idia a last night. Pt 2

Characters: Idia Shroud ft. Ortho Shroud and Azul Ashengrotto

Summary: Idia gets jealous and does a big little mess up

Warnings: None. Idia being jealous, Idia’s a little ooc (he actually talks to someone), Not entirely proofread, but I tried.

Word Count: 2366 dam boy really brought it out of me. I wrote it all in like two hours too.

Gn!Reader

You were walking with one of your friends down the school hall, laughing and talking about something that had happened. Unbeknownst to you, your friend Idia was on the other side of the hallway. Retreating back to his room after his club meeting with the board game club. He saw you and your friend laughing. He saw how happy your friend made you. And it stirred something up in Idia.

You didn’t see Idia as he walked past, as you were pretty invested in your conversation. What you also didn’t notice was Idia silently and swiftly grabbing your notebook, which sat on top of the small pile of things you were carrying.

Idia didn’t know what came over him. He wasn’t like this. He would never steal someone's belongings, especially his only friends. But seeing you with that other guy irked something inside Idia. He couldn’t help it. Idia wanted him away from you.

“Big brother-!” Ortho’s cheerful voice came from across the room. Idia fumbled with your journal before hiding it under his sheets, and he looked at Ortho, wondering what his beloved brother wanted. “Yes, Ortho?” Idia asked the young boy and a small smile appeared on his face.

Ortho smiled as he sat on Idia’s bed. “I learned this new trick from a fellow first year in Heartslabyul, Ace Trappola. Look, big brother!” Ortho cheered as he did a card flourish perfectly. It was a more simple one, but for just learning it, Ortho did a great job. It warmed Idia’s heart to see his brother having so much fun. “That’s amazing, Ortho,” Idua said before the younger boy smiled at him and left, saying he had to go and meet with another friend of his. Idia was glad Ortho wasn’t anything like him and actually had friends. While Idia only had enough to count on one hand. Barely that even. And it was probably about to be one less when the prefect realized he was the one who took their journal.

Speaking of said journal, Idia grabbed it from under his covers once his brother left. If Ortho knew what Idia was doing he’d be disappointed, so he did it behind his younger brother's back. Not that it changed much, but still.

Idia began flipping through the pages of your journal, trying to find something, anything. As long as it got your friend to get away, that’s all that mattered. Idia flipped to one interesting page in particular. The Ignihyde housewarden smiled when he read the words. That’ll work.

~~~

The next day Idia hunted down your friend. He was only going to ask a few questions. Besides, the less he had to talk the better, as long as this person left you alone.

Once Idia got sight of him, he began questioning if this was worth it. He’d have to talk to someone. “A-are you the prefect's friend?” Idia asked, his regret already coming through. Now he just wanted to crawl into a hole and never leave, but he just had to say something.

“Yeah, they’re one of my best friends. Do you know them?” The guy, who introduced himself as Wilhelm told Idia, with a smile, as he thought about you. “Actually.. can I tell you something?” He whispered as Idia nodded, wanting to know what Wilhelm had to say. “I really like them. I mean, who wouldn’t? So I’m just trying to shoot my shot. I mean they’re kind of oblivious, but I think if I can get the point across they’d accept my confession,” Wilhelm explained to Idia.

The way he sounded was like you were some dumb kid who couldn’t read a room. How could someone act like that?! ‘Oblivious’ ‘Get the point across?’ How the other boy explained it irked Idia. You weren’t some dumb kid who couldn’t tell what was going on around you. You were special, just like that super rare UR+ that always took forever to roll. And this guy just wanted to act like you’re oblivious. I mean, maybe you are, but that’s not the point. It was the way he said it. The way he made it seem like you were a child who couldn’t tell of his advancements. How dare he?! You don’t deserve someone like that. Now, Idia didn’t feel as bad about what he was about to do.

“W-well I uh- heard something about them, don’t tell them I said this but..” Idia whispered your secret into your friend's ear as he looked back in shock. He had a look of ‘Are you serious’ as Idia nodded.

Wilhelm looked shocked. “They do that?” Idia nodded. “Why? They aren’t a child anymore..” Wilhelm muttered. It wasn’t even a bad secret. So seeing Wilhelms's reaction, he obviously didn’t deserve you in the first place.

~~~

Later that day at lunch you went to sit next to your friend Wilhelm but he looked at you with a look of almost disgust. “Go away, you little kid,” He spat at you. You leaned back in shock. What? Just yesterday you two were laughing and talking about yourselves, and now he was calling you a little and to go away?

“I- Wille are you alright?” You asked, your voice soft, and hurt. He was your friend, or so you thought. You sat your tray down on the table but he pushed it away, and you had to catch it from falling. “What is your problem?”

Wilhelm scoffed at you, “What’s my problem? Ok, first off, don’t call me Wille. And second, how come you still watch children’s cartoons? You aren’t a child. grow up.”

You looked at him in shock. That’s what this was about? You watching… cartoons? “How did you find out..?” You asked him, hesitantly, “Also what’s so bad about cartoons?”

The boy rolled his eyes at you, “The problem is that you’re like seventeen and you still watch shows for kids. It’s weird. Just like your blue-haired friend that told me.”

Blue… hair.. Idia! You rolled your eyes at Wilhelm before walking off. Determined to find Idia.

The thought of your lost journal filled your mind as you walked to the board game club. It had a mention of your cartoons in it. So help you if it was Idia. You threw the door open and stormed in. The pieces on the game Azul and Idia we’re currently playing fell to the floor. “Idia Shroud!” You yelled as you marched over to the table he and Azul were at. The boy let out a small yelp as he jumped away from you, and Azul’s eyes widened, “Explain.” You commanded the blue-haired boy who was shrinking away into his chair.

“H-here you go,” Idia said as he brought your journal towards as you snatched it away from him. Let's just say if looks could kill, he’d be a dead man now. “I- uh..” Idia stuttered out, not knowing what to say.

Azul, who was across from the two, was enjoying this. He gave himself some monopoly money from the bank while Idia was busy being glared at and yelled at by you. Of course, Azul was already winning by a long shot, but extra money never hurt anyone. “Well.. seeing as you two are occupied, I will be taking my leave,” the Octopus said as if he didn’t just take 2,000 dollars for himself in monopoly money.

“Sit down, Ashengrotto!” You paused your yelling at Idia and demanded the Octavinelle housewarden to sit, which he did with a mutter saying yes. You turned your attention back to Idia. “Why did you do that?! He was my friend, ya know?” You shouted at Idia, but he just sat there quietly. “Answer me!”

Idia looked to Azul for help, hoping he’d intervene, but Azul was now all of a sudden occupied re-sorting the money around. “I trusted you, Idia! You were my friend. And you steal my journal and go ruining my friendships?!” You continued your shouting.

He was speechless. Idia didn’t know what to say. He was embarrassed. That was all. Idia knew he shouldn’t have done anything. The housewarden got up from his chair and ran out of the room from embarrassment. Running away, back to his dorm, his fortress. “..You know, prefect, if someone drops your friendship for a small secret.. were they really your friend? I mean, if he meant so much to you, for a price I could make him your friend again..” Azul led on, a smirk forming. You rolled your eyes and told Azul to shut it before leaving.

~~~

Back at Ignihyde, Idia was burying himself in his pillow. Half hoping to suffocate himself. “Big brother, what happened?” Ortho asked, going to comfort Idia, although, underneath his concerned tone, Ortho sounded like he’d be ready to fight someone if they messed with Idia.

“I messed everything up. I ruined everything. I just wanted him away from the prefect and now they’re mad at me.” Idia half explained, not fully saying what happened. But how he ruined your friendship. The best part about him was his friendship with you, and his jealousy ruined it.

Ortho listened to his brother's brief explanation, but telling Ortho's confused face it was obvious that Idia would have to explain everything. And he knew once it came out, it would sound even more stupid.

After the full explanation, Ortho gave Idia the most disappointed look in the world. He couldn’t hide it. “You’re right. It does sound pretty dumb out loud big brother,” Ortho put it bluntly. He wasn’t one to scold Idia, but dang. That boy messed up. The Housewarned groaned and muttered an ‘I know.’ He buried his face back into his pillow “I’m never leaving my room again.”

Or so he says.

~~~

When you show up the next day, pounding on his door, Idia reluctantly opens it, and when he sees you he yelps and goes to shut the door, but you kept it propped open with your foot “You. Asshole. Why did you do that?” You glared at Idia. Why did you have to be so stubborn? The housewarden groaned and tried shutting the door but you wouldn’t budge. Alright then. You, unfortunately, left him no choice. Idia left the room and walked off. Dammit. He really just did the unthinkable. He left his room.

That’s basically how it was for you and Idia for the next few days. You approach him, call him a rude name, and then demand he explains himself to you as to why he did what he did. It became a routine Idia hated. He is halfway enjoying the day, you interrogate him, and he walks off.

And sure, Idia loved seeing you. But he didn’t know how to explain himself. What was he supposed to say? “Oh, I love you so much and got jealous-“ Uh… NO. That’d only make you even madder at him.

Another week passed when you got tired of this and went to Ortho. I mean, hey, Ortho loved you, and you loved him. He was almost like a brother to you. But alas, Ortho’s loyal to Idia and said he wouldn’t tell you since it was Idia’s business. But what Ortho did say was that Idia always stalls to leave his history class and you could find him there. By himself. “Perfect, you’re the best, Ortho!” You smiled as you hugged the young boy and ran off. After all, the next class would be ending soon.

Once you got there, you waited a moment after the bell rang before heading into the almost empty history class. Almost as in Idia was the only other person. Besides now you. You smiled, reminding yourself to give Ortho something as thanks. When Idia looked up and saw you he let out a small noise of surprise and tried to leave, but you pinned him against the wall, giving him nowhere to go. “I just want to know why you did that! Honestly, Idia, you ruin one of my friendships an-“

Your words were cut off by Idia cupping your cheeks with his hands. He slammed his lips against yours in a passionate kiss that left you wide-eyed and speechless. Before you could fully process what happened, he broke away from the kiss, going wide-eyed himself, realizing what he just did. With everything still going through your brain, Idia opened the previously shut door and ran off, the tips of his hair turning a light shade of pink as he escaped from the room, still not believing he just did that. Well, you wanted an answer, and you got it. Just not in the way you expected. You stood there in the empty room for another minute, replaying the moment of Idia kissing you over and over again. At least until Trein kicked you out and told you to go to your next class. You nodded, “Yes, sir,” you told the teacher as you finally moved your legs and walked away.

~~~

The housewarden was red, and his hair fully pink, all the way back to his dorm room as he launched himself on the bed. Shoving his face into his pillow once more. “Big brother, what happened?” Ortho asked as he rushed into the main room from where he was, seeing Idia's face plant himself into a pillow.

“I kissed them,” Idia mumbled through the pillow. He was ashamed of himself. Embarrassed to oblivion. How could he do that?! You were already mad at him. There was no way you weren’t furious now.

Ortho, on the other hand, didn’t take it as a bad thing. In fact, he was overjoyed, “That’s great big brother! Are you two dating now?” The young boy asked cheerfully, only making Idia more embarrassed.

That single sentence, no, that word. ‘Dating.’ As if Idia could be any redder in his face, well, he was. “N-NO!” He stuttered, freaking out. I mean- obviously, he wanted to date you. Would someone just passionately kiss their good ol’ buddy? Idia was in love with you. He wanted you to be his partner and him your boyfriend. He wanted you to be his.

…But he ruined it all. Over something so small and stupid too.

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Helpful König Has a Nasty, Little Secret

last night i went to bed with this idea in my head (which made me giggle like an idiot!) and when i woke up this morning, it was still there, so... here it is.

synopsis: you have recently moved from your old town into a new one after finding work there, which has necessitated the search for a new flat. könig, an old family friend who happens to live there and owns a few flats to rent out, has reached out to you after learning of your move. he has got the most generous offer you could imagine: a rent so low in his biggest, recently remodelled and repainted flat right next to his, for all your tenant needs! that would be just the dream! how could you refuse?! let's hope there is no catch... warnings: perv!könig, pwp, marked age gap (mid-twenties and mid-forties), implied stalking, underwear thief, underwear kink, scent kink, masturbation, caught trespassing, caught masturbating, open ending

tentakönig frantically shakes his head with tentacles crossed in front of its silly octopus body and says: no youth below the age of eighteen allowed past this point.

könig, your new landlord, has developed a peculiar routine: he sneaks in your flat when he knows you won't catch him and, this morning, it's no different. he steals your knickers from the hamper right after you chucked them in there to go shower following the early morning run you take before work, before scampering away with his prize. however, this morning, he doesn't even wait to be back in his flat, clearly emboldened by his streak of previous success, incapable of resisting the thrill of the challenge. instead, he finds a quiet room in your flat, sure he will be gone before you even realise what happened, and leans against a wall, sniffing your underwear.

first, through his mask, taking his time to slowly and fully savour your used knickers as he rubs his hand on the crotch of his jeans, feeling himself grow hard sniff after sniff.

incapable of resisting any longer, he unbuttons his clothes, hefty cock, hard and veiny, springing out of its constraints, already leaking enough that his foreskin slips back unhindered to reveal his swollen, purpling head as könig barely brushes it betweeen gloved fingers. he stifles a satisfied hum. he toys with himself a while, gently caressing and teasing as he breathes in your scent. however, after not long, he needs more. he takes your knickers under his mask, soft, silky fabric pressed hard against his face to stuff his nostrils with your lovely scent.

his grip on himself tightens, movements increasingly staggered as he nears his peak. one last blissful huff, the smell of you filling his senses and his mind to the exclusion of everything else and he starts rubbing his needy cock with your underwear.

a few more pointed strokes and his seed spurts, hot and vehement, on the fabric as he slowly slips down on the floortiles. lifting his mask to take a much needed lungful of air after the impromptu tête-à-tête he had with himself and his stolen bounty.

you suddenly open the door to change into something fresh after your energising shower, towel comfortably wrapped around your figure. you abruptly halt on the threshold, eyes wide as they take in the image of your landlord, the quiet and helpful man in his forties whose flat you have been occupying for a few weeks, panting and mumbling in his native tongue, hips still bucking inside your knickers, now dirtier than ever.

he stares at you, panting sounding louder now that the tap of the shower is close. his cheeks, not covered by his mask, appear visibly damp and flushed. his trousers are lowered around his waist, hand finally unmoving, yet still wrapped around his cock, skin contact hindered by your thin, flimsy underwear.

he looks up in utter astonishment, uncertain what to say, but you are sure that the shame and surprise glimmering in his eye after getting so stupidly caught are tempered by the utter bliss of afterglow.

what do you do now that the old pervert has been caught red-handed and is at your mercy?! 😉

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omkookie · 1 year

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⚠️•⟨WARNING⟩•⚠️ 16+ Yandere themes, Groping, Perversion, Fem!reader

He looks down at your sleeping face, Your chest rising up and then falling as you breathe in and out peacefully, Unaware of the man who crept into your room and is watching you as you sleep.

Rio's hand ghosts over your cheek, His touch so delicate it's barely even there.

His chest tightens, and his fists clench as he continues watching you.

Rio frowns at himself.

The more he looks down at your beautiful sleeping body the dirtier he feels. Your long lashes cast shadows underneath your eyes as the moonlight illuminates you. And his hand trails riskily down your neck, then the curve of your breasts. He cups your right breast in his hand and lightly squeezes it, his eyes focus on your beautiful lips.

'If you woke up and caught him doing this, what would you do?'

The thought of you catching him in the act sends a nervous yet exciting thrill down his spine.

Rio's eyes glint in the moonlight, Their beautiful sky blue color looking dark and murky with a single glow of insanity within them.

He leans down to kiss your lips, His chest tingling as he pulls back to look at your face.

He's never done this before.

It feels good, Way too good. Rio's lips are on yours once more. This time he closes his eyes to savour the sweet kiss he shares with you. All he can think of while he kisses you is your sweet soft lips underneath his, And the feel of your soft breast in his hand. His hands now trail boldly over your body. He grabs a handful of your lovely thighs and squeezes your beautiful waist.

It takes all of his self-control to stop and pull away.

He lets out a disappointed sigh, Already missing your sweet lips.

Don't you know how you have him wrapped around your finger? Even while you sleep.

He's so down bad for you. It even scares him. He thought he would be alright with being just friends, yet, that wasn't enough. He prefers sneaking into your room like this to touch you in the sweet way a lover would.

He feels greedy, Greedy to have even more of you, and yet he can't. He doesn't want to do something so horrible you would hate him forever.

Rio takes your warm hand into his bigger but colder one. He kisses your ring finger and then pulls your bedsheets higher to cover you, "I'll marry you one day, I promise. You'll be the happiest and most beautiful bride." He whispers.

"Goodnight, My beautiful future bride." Rio bids you farewell and then leaves your room.

He walks down the dark hallway, Feeling colder and colder, yet more anxious because he's been left alone without you... He really needs you by his side desperately.

He comes to a halt, now regretting he left your room. He already misses you so much he's not sure what to do. His heart feels heavy, and his chest thumps wildly as he thinks of you.

He decides to go back. He takes long but quick strides towards your room, his heart pounding louder and louder until he finally reaches your door. He lets himself inside and then locks the door behind him, The lock making an audible click as he twists the key within the keyhole.

Rio approaches you, Already coming up with an excuse as to why he's in your bed when you wake up.

He'll say he had a bad dream. That should be enough.

The mattress of your bed dips under his weight, and he snuggles against you.

Rio lightly nudges you to wake you up, Already seeking the comfort he knows you will give him when you find out he had a "bad dream."

Although he feels slightly guilty for waking you, his heart still melts when you open your eyes and reveal that sweet yet confused sleepy expression on your face.

When he briefly explains why he's here, you don't question him any further. You accept him into your arms and offer him the comfort he needs after his earlier distress upon leaving you.

Rio sighs blissfully, Wishing he could stay in your arms like this forever.

He'll steal another kiss from you tomorrow night. For now, he'll have sweet dreams with you in them.

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How Long? - All I've Ever Known Part 9

Nothing comes of wishing on stars...

Show them a crack they’ll tear down the wall

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After a sleepless night in the bathroom, I waited until I heard a few students milling about in the halls before I left. I turned my phone back on and raided the nearest lost and found for a change of clothes. I found a random sweatshirt and shorts that smelled... off. But it's better than everyone staring at me as I walk across campus in my dress from last night. When I get back to the townhouse, Jordan is on the porch, halfway through a cigarette. Relief flashed across their face before it was replaced with annoyance and maybe... jealousy?

“Whose clothes are you wearing?” They asked, disdain covering the concern in their tone. They flicked the ash from their cig. I looked down at my outfit and brushed off imaginary specks of dust. With my silk dress shoved unceremoniously in a plastic bag, I looked less like a college student from a well-off family and more like a sad and unemployed tech bro.

“No idea.” I said, making my way up the steps to stand next to them. A few months ago, I would have rushed inside. But I was willing to do almost anything to steal a few moments with Jordan - even sit in these stale strangers' gym clothes.

“Where’d you go? No one saw you after you took pictures, and then the power went out... we hoped you might have ditched before anything happened.” My brow furrowed in confusion and I turned to look back at them.

“Luke was with me up until maybe ten minutes before the power went out. He wanted to make sure I spoke to some of our dad’s associates.” I said.

“He told me he hadn’t seen you since he took pictures with you. He was convinced that you must have left before the power was cut.” Jordan replied, just as confused as I was. I shook my head.

“That’s a lie.” I said, my voice barely audible. I realized my hands were shaking. I sat heavily on the bench. My ears were ringing, the world was spinning around me, and I thought I might actually be sick. There’s a lot I don’t understand, but there is no good reason that he would lie about that. Every red flag I had been ignoring was being waved in my face. The truth I had been fighting for months was undeniable now: I could not trust my own family. Not with my dreams, not with my secrets, and apparently, not with my life. And I had to go spend a whole month with them, the longest I’d been away from Godolkin since The Incident.

“Mouse?” Jordan’s voice snapped me out of my reverie. “You with me?” I looked up at them, unsure if I could even vocalize the tangled mess of emotions coursing through my veins.

“I’d been wondering why he didn’t call me. He...” I couldn’t even bring myself to try to hide my fear anymore. “Jordan, I don’t know what’s going on, but something is wrong.” I looked around nervously, trying to see if there was anyone else around and lowered my voice. “I keep telling myself I’m being paranoid. When the power went out last night, it felt like everyone around me - my dad’s associates or whatever - was surrounding me. Grabbing me, pulling me. I, you know,” I mimed pushing the energy outwards. “Pushed them off, and bolted. Spent the night in the performing arts library, hiding in a bathroom stall.” I took a steadying breath. “I can’t think of any good reason why Luke would lie about seeing me at the gala. I’m worried that there’s something I’m not seeing.”

“Maybe he just wanted to keep me from worrying?” Jordan said, but even they didn’t sound like they believed it. We sat for a moment, rolling the information over in our minds. Our bodies instinctively turned into each other, seeking solace and connection in the face of danger.

But the moment ended too soon. Andre came out onto the porch, we quickly changed the subject, and I didn’t get another chance to speak to Jordan alone before the winter break. It killed me. I wanted to spend another few minutes just sitting with them. It was the only place I felt understood. But they had a train to catch, and my parents sent a car to pick me and Luke up to take us to some house they rented with our aunt’s family. I was dreading every second of it. Last Christmas was two months after Sammy disappeared, and even then, my family sent me disapproving glares every time my eyes got watery or I got lost in my grief. I haven’t even been to my parents house since then - he had been erased from the house. Photos - removed. Bedroom - remodeled. Belongings - buried in boxes in the attic. I remember the day after Christmas, I fled to the attic, grief and sorrow wracking my body. I unpacked every box, searching for something of his that I could hold onto. Something real. But everything was cleaned - scents and stains scrubbed from fabric and wood alike. Some items were missing - donated or regifted, most likely. I ended up falling asleep on the rough wooden floor, surrounded by old clothes. Either no one else in my family noticed, or more likely, they didn’t care. Sam was to be forgotten - our story rewritten as if he never existed. Any violation of that rule was to be ignored, a social faux pas not unlike an unexpected yawn.

I wondered if anyone would even say his name. Would we do some phony remembrance to soothe my parents' guilt? Or would it be a repeat of last year? Like the mere mention of the dead was what brought grief into existence. But my grief burned in my soul, boiled under my skin, and it didn’t go away when I ignored it. It festered and rotted in my heart. I didn’t understand how the rest of my family could bear it. Sometimes I saw a twinge of it in my mother’s eye, or an echo of it in Luke’s voice. But that only made it worse, made me want to grab them by the shoulders and shake them.

The break passed by painfully slowly, and it didn’t help that my nightmares were back in full force. I found myself ‘boxing’ with cement bags in the garage and wishing I could spar with Jordan. They were right - there was something about fighting a thinking opponent. Especially one as formidable as they are. In another world, I would have asked Luke to spar with me. We used to train together, the three of us. We mainly focused on utilizing our powers against “gangs” of training dummies or something similar. Luke caused a small forest fire once, and Sam would often destroy the training dummies after a few days. But after everything...

Punching things also helped with my anger, which seemed to be constantly bubbling under the surface, alongside my grief and my fear. And not just my grief for Sam, but my grief for the life I lost, the future I had been working towards for years. And the worst part? Every lie, every signature, every interview or event feels like an insult to his memory. We planned our future together. If I could create a life he would be proud of, it wouldn’t hurt so bad that he was gone. And if I had to go through the lies and bullshit I was going through now, it wouldn’t be so painful if I had him by my side. But I was stuck with the worst of both worlds - everything was wrong and no one else noticed or cared. Except for maybe Jordan. Scratch that, I know they care.

We had been able to talk late at night, when both of us were too anxious or angry to sleep. Never about anything too important, but hearing their voice was soothing nonetheless. Plus, it was incredibly cathartic to drink whiskey and bitch about our parents together. Like Christmas night.

“Still no one, Jor. Not even on Christmas.” I clenched my jaw, forcing the hot, angry tears back.

“I hope I get to meet him one day.” they said quietly, and I had to cover my mouth to muffle the choked sob that threatened to burst from my chest.

“Me too.” I whispered. I took a long, shaky breath, regaining a bit of my composure. “How about you? Did your parents hold it together for the big day?”

“Eh.” They said dismissively. “But my cousin was here, and she’s a riot. I can’t wait for you guys to meet.” For the second time that night, I was grateful we weren’t video chatting because my face flushed crimson. “She and Emma together are like a tornado of blonde hair and chaos.” I laughed, unable to keep myself from picturing a literal tornado a la Looney Toons.

“That’s amazing. I’m so in. If both you and Emma like someone, it usually means they’re good people.”

“You’re not wrong there.” They said, their voice light and teasing.

“By the way, we have to have another sparring session when we get back. I never thought I’d say this, but I’m losing my mind punching the same stacks of cement bags every night.” And it doesn’t work as well at getting rid of my nightmares. I think to myself.

“That’s the easiest fucking deal I’ve ever made. You’re a fun opponent.” I giggled a little, laying back on my bed. I heard them suppress a yawn. “Alright, mouse, it’s my bedtime. Talk to ya later. And merry christmas.” I smiled softly.

“Sweet dreams, Jor. Merry Christmas.” I said, and then the line clicked off. I spared a glance for the gift I found for Jordan, and I couldn’t deny the butterflies in my stomach.

I had been wandering in town and I stumbled upon this antique store, with an old long-haired black cat napping in the window. As I wandered the aisles, there was a vintage motorcycle jacket with an eagle patch on the back. I couldn’t help but picture Jordan wearing it, pulling up on their bike with that smirk gracing their face. The woman behind the counter gave me a knowing look as she wrapped it carefully.

“You have a good eye.” She said, smiling at me as she handed me the box. I nodded and smiled, blushing as I left the store. I have no idea how I’ll be able to act casual when I give it to them. My heart races and my hands get clammy just thinking about it. There wasn’t anything romantic about the jacket, but it still sort of felt like an admission in and of itself.

But even the most intense crushes couldn’t stop the turmoil in my mind forever. I went to work out, slamming my fists into the bags repeatedly. My mind keeps running through the situation we’re in, reminding me of the danger always looming overhead.

We needed to be careful, but we were running out of time before they struck again. My brother and father have been more obvious over this vacation about their opinions on my attitude. They are constantly reminding me of the gifts I’ve been given and making passive aggressive comments about my less-than-stellar mood. It's clear to me that my father doesn’t think I’m doing enough to sell the story. But I still don’t know what they’ll do about it - how far would they go to ensure I’m a believable success story. And I still couldn’t figure out how much they were involved in - both my family and Vought. Was my father aware of what truly happened to me in the spring? Was my brother?

One night, a few days before I had to go back to campus, I heard a news report that caught me off guard. A small group of vigilantes had been attempting to break into some undisclosed Vought Industries facility. The pictures they flashed were pulled from security footage, and the name didn’t sound familiar, but I wrote it down anyway. I can trust exactly one person right now, and I have a feeling things are going to get worse. If there’s someone else going against Vought, it’s worth at least a look. Jordan ... disagreed.

“I get that you’re desperate, but isn’t he a literal murderer?”

“Accused, from what I understand. But yeah, it seems so.” I said, hoping I sounded more nonchalant than I felt. “I did some digging at a cafe here. I didn’t find much.” I sighed. “I just... have so many questions. And no way to get answers. It’s infuriating.”

“Like I said, you’re desperate. I know. But don’t be an idiot, yeah?” I grit my teeth in frustration, but I knew they were right.

“Yeah, yeah. You’re right.” I said finally, and then changed the subject.

I was grateful that I had a few extra days with Jordan before classes started. Technically we’re there in an official capacity, to be available for our professors and whatnot. But I was just happy to get away from Luke for a few days, just to figure everything out.

I got to the house first and put Jordan’s gift on their bed, too nervous to actually contemplate handing it to them. Like yeah, we spoke nearly every day over break, but it felt like my nerves about seeing them again only got worse. I’ve never felt like this about anyone before, and it’s honestly scaring me. I always considered myself a level-headed person, able to keep my emotions in check. Even with the struggles of the past year, my grades stayed steady, and my friends and family noticed little difference. But Jordan. Jordan saw through me before they even knew me. And they’re real, genuine in a way that I’ve never seen before. I think that’s what gets me the most. Yes, Jordan’s insanely hot. And yes, they’re insanely smart and insanely powerful. But it isn’t any of that that makes my heart race or my stomach flood with butterflies. It’s their boldness, their determination, their integrity. They made me want to push myself harder, to prove myself worthy of their respect.

All of that to say, I’m hiding out in my bedroom, spending way more time than necessary responding to emails for Professor Park. I had one earbud in, half-listening for when Jordan got in. My heart thudded in my chest as I finally heard the front door swing open. God, I’m pathetic! It’s just a fucking jacket, Mags, get it together. But I found myself twisting my fingers around each other, reading and rereading the same email without processing a word of it.

It was another hour before Jordan would come and knock on my door.

“Come in!” I called out. Jordan came in, looking so hot in that jacket it was actually unfair. It was baggy on them in this form, but it looked effortlessly cool. I grinned, hoping to hide my attraction. “I hoped it would fit.” I said.

“Dude, this is fucking sick. Where’d you find it?” I let out a shaky breath, laughing awkwardly. I thought after they got the gift I’d calm down, but I swore my hands were trembling slightly.

“Oh, there was this vintage store in the town we were in. They had a super old black cat, so you know I had to go in.” Jordan laughed.

“Obviously.” They teased.

“It was in the back, but the owner of the shop seemed pleased I pulled it out.” I paused, admiring them in the jacket once more. “And it looks much better off the hanger.” They winked, but I almost swore I saw their cheeks flush red.

We spent the next day or so catching up and doing busywork for Park and Brink. Jordan and I were walking in a nervous silence back to the townhouse from a pre-semester T.A. meeting. Ever since I got back, I hadn’t been able to shake the feeling of being watched, and it was all the more intensified in the evening light. We were a bit more than halfway there when a skinny, nervous man with curly brown hair and big eyes walked up to us, tapping me on the shoulder. I jumped, and Jordan glared.

“Margaret Riordan? We heard you were looking for us.” When he registered my frightened and confused expression, he added: “I work for Butcher. Follow me.” And with that, he started off into the darkness. I turned to Jordan, shrugged, and followed the strange anxious man. I heard them sigh exasperatedly before following me.

“This better not get us killed.” They muttered. We followed the anxious man to a small navy blue sedan, where another man sat in the driver’s seat - he was more muscular with a shaved head and facial hair, and a surprisingly alternative fashion sense.

He gave us a small but cheery wave, and we clambered into the backseat. He didn’t wait for us to buckle up before beginning to careen through the streets. The anxious man, who introduced himself as Hughie, looked resigned to the chaos, white knuckling the passenger side door. The driver introduced himself as Frenchie, with a thick French accent. He drove the car with one hand on the wheel, the other hand dangling a cigarette out the open window.

We took a winding route there, listening to fast-paced french music as we drove. My heart raced, but I almost felt... excited. I looked over at Jordan, seeing their trepidation clear on their face. On a whim, I took their hand, squeezing it gently. They looked a little surprised but didn’t pull away. I ignored the way that made my stomach lurch.

When we finally made it to an unassuming brick building, Frenchie parked the car haphazardly before leading us inside, with Hughie trailing behind us.

“How did you find her?” Jordan hissed once we were inside, their eyes blazing. Hughie and Frenchie both looked uncomfortable, sharing a look that I couldn’t read. And then, my entire world changed.

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nine.

Waking up to the sun peeking through the blinds, as well as the soft snoring in her ear, Zora’s brain instantly became flooded with the juicy details of her and Leon’s night.

She had expectations, and he exceeded every last one of them. Her mind was blown. She'd say she was in love.

Okay, relax.

His long arm tucks around her waist, subconsciously pulling her back against him, his face finding the groove of her neck.

She smiles to herself, tracing the vein that starts from his wrist and splays out towards his pointer finger, finding herself drifting right back to sleep.

Only to be woken back up a few hours later, by the smell of breakfast wafting down the hall and the faint sound of Leon moving around in the kitchen.

Sitting up and stretching, she looks around the room and hums a laugh at the way their clothes are thrown about.

Pulling on the t-shirt he'd placed on the bed for her, she slides out of the comfy bed and stands up, the dull ache in her thighs brightening her smile by a million.

Collecting herself and thanking god she had a tie on her wrist to pull her wild hair up, she makes her way down the hall to see about her man.

Turning the corner, she sighs at the sight of him, shirtless, humming a catchy tune that she can't place.

Knocking on the nearest wall, she smiles as he whips his head in her direction, that blinding smile spreading across his face.

“Good morning, gorgeous.”

“A good morning, it is.” She responds, tucking the shirt underneath her thighs, before sitting at the island.

“I made your favorite,” he says, adding another pancake to the plate on his left. “It's almost ready.”

“Aw, so sweet. Thank you.”

Soon, they're cutting into extra fluffy pancakes and eggs, stealing glances at each other. He's still humming.

“How'd you sleep?” He asks.

“Like a baby. How about you?”

“Same. That was a guarantee, the way we went at it.”

Her face runs hot as she turns her gaze back to her food, softly laughing to herself.

If walls could talk, they'd be just as speechless as she is.

He smirks, covering it with a sip of orange juice.

“Can I tell you something?” She asks, her eyes still on her food.

“Only if you look at me,” he replies, giving her another smile once she does.

“That was the best sex I've ever had.”

“Really?”

“Yes,” she breathes, giving him a signal that she wanted it again.

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After making each other's toes curl for a second time, the couple cuddle up underneath the covers, thankfully not having to go anywhere for the day.

“You like this movie?” He asks, as they half-gaze at Pretty Woman.

“Eh, everybody likes this movie, don't they?” She asks back with a laugh.

“I mean, it's Julia. I'll give you that.”

“What you know about Julia?” She asks, looks away from the screen, giving him a quizzical look that makes him smile.

“My mama loves Julia Roberts. I personally like her brother, Eric.”

“Oh, that Hawaiian shirt wearing, psycho ass doctor that's got like seven million of the same movie on lifetime!?” She asks, making him laugh.

“That's the one!”

“I saw one where he was driving and in the backseat, talking to himself. He kicked himself out of the car and drove away… leaving himself to walk down the road. Like is that fever dream or something? He should get checked out, no?”

“He's a nutcase for sure, but I haven't seen that one.”

“You need to! It's very comical.”

“I'll put it on my list.”

She nods, sinking back down in the bed and kissing him for the millionth time. He lazily wraps his arms back around her.

“Can we stay like this all day?” She asks.

“Yeah, baby. We can.”

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“Y'all did what?!” Nique screams, making Zora snicker up a storm.

As soon as Leon left to grab them some food, Zora immediately facetimed Nique to fill her in.

“Oooh, your fast ass!”

“Nique, if you're gonna be judgemental, I'll just keep it to myself!”

“Okay, okay! How was it?” She asks, palms under her chin as she gives her undivided attention.

“Ugh, it was the best sex I've ever had!”

“The best?? Oh, wow! Even better than—”

“Way better. I know that's what kept me tethered to that fool, but Leon knocks him outta the park.”

“Oof! To be a fly on the wall.”

“Girl,” she fans herself, getting flashbacks. “It's like he knew exactly what I needed.”

“To be knocked on your ass?” Nique asks, already nodding.

“Man, he put it down. I won't lie about that.”

“So, how many times have y'all done it? Cause I know you.”

She gasps in faux outrage, not phasing her friend at all.

“Girl, please. Save that for someone who don't know your freaky ass.”

“Fine. We've been on and off of each other all day long,” she laughs.

“See?! A freak.”

“Who's met her match!” She squeals.

“I'm so happy for you, dude. We all need dick like that.”

“It's not just about the dick, dude. It's him.”

“You're right. He makes it worth it.”

“Boy, does he!”

Before she can say more, his front door unlocks and he walks inside, closing and locking the door behind him.

“Hey boyfriend!” Nique yells, earning a laugh from Leon as he puts the bags on the table and leans over the couch, where Zora's sitting.

“Ah, my favorite person. How ya doing?”

“Not as good as you two,” she replies, making Zora throw her a crazed glance, while Leon just smiles.

“Alright, that's enough. Bye Nique.”

“Alright, okay. I'll talk to you later!” She says to Zora, blowing a kiss before hanging up.

“Sorry about that, she's ridiculous.” Zora snorts, welcoming to kisses he places on her face.

“It's cool, baby. Who wouldn't brag about the best sex ever?”

“Oh, don't hold that over my head.”

“It's a couple things I could hold over your head,” he mumbles, placing a couple kisses on her lips.

“Don't get me started,” she pouts.

“Alright, alright.” He chuckles, moving to grab the food, rounding the couch to sit beside her.

“I got your favorite,” he says, while she looks inside the bag and dances in her seat, pulling the loaded fries from the bag.

“Ugh, you know me so well!”

“I sure hope so!” He laughs, digging into his own bag.

Cutting the tv on, they fall into a comfortable silence as they eat. Cartoons being the soundtrack to their evening.

“So,” Leon starts, turning towards Zora. “I know that you don't like talking about your ex… but I've got a question.”

“Yeah, he was the first person I've ever slept with.” She answers, earning a soft smile in return.

“How'd you know that was my question?”

“Wasn't it?” She asks.

“Yeah, but how'd you know?” He chuckles.

“I saw the curiosity swirling in those eyes, earlier. I knew it was coming.” She smiles.

Not knowing what else to say, he just takes the moment to look at her.

“Explains a lot, doesn't it?”

“Hey, I won't judge you baby. You've heard my story.”

“I know you won't, but it pieces it together. Sex was our trauma bond. It was where things weren't bad. Where the aggression made sense, and only then, did I feel like he loved me.” She sighs.

He frowns, and she reaches up to caress his cheek, putting his worries to bed.

“I've done a lot of work on myself, and I know that it wasn't love that kept us together. It was our own selfish vices, his more so than my own, but I take accountability for letting him keep me in such a dark place. It's not like that with you and me. I mean, I've never felt the ways I feel now. I know love isn't here yet, but when it does come, I'll get to actually experience it for what it truly is.”

“It's pretty damn close, mama.” He assures, pulling her in for the most tender kiss she's ever had.

“I know,” she smiles, wiping the tiny tear before he could do it himself.

Ch 10

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sunnylands-world · 2 years

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Wildest dreams - fluff/angst/kinda smut

Pairing: draco x fem reader

Summary: just a friends to lovers type thing

Word count:1,235

Warning: I think this has everything fluff, angst, and smut but they never really do anything

A/n: I had to write a fic based off one of my favorite taylor swift songs

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He said, "Let's get out of this town

Drive out of the city, away from the crowds"

I thought Heaven can't help me now - taylor

"draco are you crazy will be expelled and I haven't even gotten to -" He pressed his lips to hers kissing the worries away. "Do you trust me?" He said and even in the darkest of nights his eyes still shine and she knew she'd follow them anywhere so she doesn't hesitate. "Always" he grabs her hand pulling her to somewhere; her heart beats fast and she feels herself shaking but she knew she was safe with him, he'd never let anyone hurt her.

He's so tall and handsome as hell

He's so bad, but he does it so well - Taylor

"Hello potter have you come to eh, try to steal my girl?" The cocky tone in his voice doesn't go unnoticed by Harry as he looks at you ducking your head deep into Draco's side. Your eyes trailing up his body from your eye level at his chest, finding that smirk you love. You can feel yourself shiver and turn to putty under his stare as the blonde looks down at you, eyes meeting your innocent ones. His hand grabs your ass making you gasp. Harry doesn't stay any longer leaving you to fantasies over draco.

Say you'll remember me

Standing in a nice dress

Staring at the sunset, babe

Red lips and rosy cheeks - taylor

Draco felt like a foul waiting at the last step for you but he did anyway And it was worth it when he saw Harry spit his drink out. He turned to the steps as you walked them blushing madly and he smiled. He wasn't sure if he'd just seen a princess walk out of a book or if you were even real and better yet here with him, surely you could have gone with someone else. Of course you could have with the way your dress flowed like the wind outside, it's color a soft blue like the sky in the morning outside the window he opens, and the red on your lips made you look fierce. He felt his knees go weak when you came close.

"Come on Draco don't lose your balance yet, you haven't even danced with me" you tease a pout on your lips. He brushes you off with a smart comment but you were right he'd already lost his balance but not now, from the first day he saw you in your robes he knew he'd fallen but he had no intention of ever standing again.

I said, "No one has to know what we do"

His hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room

And his voice is a familiar sound - taylor

"His breath wafers across your skin, his fingers never seemed so out of place as he pulls your clothes away. "Are you sure about this? I won't hate you if you don't want me in this way" Draco met your eyes concerned laced with blue. "yeah, yeah I want this," you said, nodding your head nervously, sounding like a heart attack was on the bridge. "good cause i- I want you too" he says his eyes run over you before they're back at yours and he steps forward looking from your lips to your eyes. Draco didn't know if he'd be able to slow himself down; he'd been waiting forever but it was worth it when his lips met yours and a moan leaves your lips, your fingers gripping his hair eagerly. He hadn't been this restrained before but he could do it forever to hear that sound again.

Say you'll see me again

Even if it's just in your wildest dreams, ah-ah, ha (ha-ah, ha)

Wildest dreams, ah-ah, ha - taylor

He was mad, he couldn't go back to sleep now, not after seeing you walk in a snow white dress in his dream so he simply looked at the ceiling. He figures you are asleep now, tucked warm under your comforters, feet out because you didn't cover them. You liked the chill in your toes and the warmth on your skin but you weren't sleeping you looked to your wall and you knew he wasn't fair just some layers away. You were fighting this urge to lay with him, you swallowed rather hard at the thought of him holding you close. Should you run the hall bare feet on the cold wood to get to him? this thought seemed silly because you'd walk glass to be in his arms and he'd climb mountains to find the ring for your finger.

You'll see me in hindsight

Tangled up with you all night

Burning it down - Taylor

You scoot closer to him trying to fake sleep, you'd never have the confidence if he thought you were awake. You weren't even supposed to be in the same bed but somehow you'd both managed to end up in the same room laughing till you both laid down and now you were turning to feel his bare chest under your warm cheek. "y/n are you aware?" you tensed. When you didn't respond he pulled you closer, brought his arm around you and you relaxed into his body. "I love you" he says, voice shaking thinking you were fast asleep but you heard and you smiled. Perhaps you both were braver when you believed the other wasn't awake.

Someday when you leave me

I bet these memories

Follow (follow) you (you) around (follow you around) - taylor

"I'm sorry, I promise I'll be back," Draco says, kissing your forehead. you weren't ready to say bye even for a little while. Draco broke into pieces watching your eyes blur over with tears so he pictured you happy that would be easier, he'd be able to walk away without crumbling.

Say you'll remember me - taylor

"Draco?" You called out and he stopped turning a bit. "You'll remember me, right? Promise you won't forget" you said searching his eyes. He smiles not like before but more like forever. "I'll never Forget your pretty face My love and I know I didn't say before but I love you always" he says and tears fall from your eyes. "I know" you say and he turns fully. "I heard you say it before" you smile even though you're breaking apart.

"and - and I love you too forever" he smiles, walking to the train and you watch him pull away. He'd be back after college. He wanted to own a business and you never held him back from doing anything even if you were heartbroken seeing him go.

Say you'll see me again - taylor

You kissed his lips, sealing the bond between you. "Mrs malfoy?" your head turns looking to the crowd. "What's next for you two?" the reporter says," mic held out to your face."well I'm gonna ride off into the sunset with my husband" you giggle and draco squeezes your small hand in his big one. His eyes meet yours and he truly had forever and always written in his blue gaze. He picks you up carrying you to the car as you giggled and bring a smile to his face."where to?" he says, hand gripping the steering wheel as he looks at you. "your wildest dreams" you say back and he chuckles, his deep voice showing through. "very well"

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delicatenightfury · 2 years

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Blue

2022 Month of Writing: Day 4

Pairing: Robb Stark x reader

Prompt: (source: @sallteas)

Word Count: 1,021

Author's Note: please don't steal my work! you can choose to respond to the prompt as well, but don't steal my work

Also! Robb and Talisa are not a couple in this fic.

Red.

It covered the ground, coating her feet, and poured from the cracks in the walls. y/n looked down at her hands. Blood. It covered her palms and lay under her fingernails. Her feet were coated in it and her dress was stained. Everything smelled of iron. Iron and… ash. There was fire nearby. She thought she heard screams in the distance, but it was hard to tell; her ears felt like they were stuffed with cotton.

y/n sat up, gasping for air. The dream was still entirely too fresh in her mind. She looked at the walls and floor. They were normal. Not leaking blood. She looked down at her hands. Her palms were cut open in several places, shaped like half moons.

y/n quickly pushed herself out of bed. She couldn’t stay still. She needed to move around. See for herself that her dream was nothing but a lie.

She threw her robe on and stepped quietly out of the room. The castle was quiet, for most of the attendants were asleep. The only ones awake were guards and a few servants. y/n ran her fingers against the wall, trying to embrace the cold stone beneath her fingertips. She moved to the nearest door and stepped out into the cool night air.

Rain fell from the sky. It wasn’t terribly hard, but it was steady. She took a deep breath before stepping into the rain. She felt it quickly begin to soak her hair and clothes, but she had little care for it. Her mind was too occupied.

The dream… had been occurring for a few weeks now. It had been sporadic at first, maybe once every two weeks. But recently it had been far more frequent. She was beginning to dream nightly. And it was terrifying. Every night… blood. She never knew where it came from, or why it was there, but it scared her.

She looked down at her hand, where she had dug her nails into her palms in her sleep. Tears stung her eyes. She rubbed her hands together, using the rainwater to try and wipe away the drying blood. She wished she could use it to wipe the image of blood from her mind too.

“y/n?”

A hand suddenly grabbed her upper arm and turned her. She tensed at the touch, but relaxed almost instantly when she saw familiar blue eyes. Robb’s face was wet from the rain, his curls sticking to his forehead.

“Love, Are you all right?” he asked, taking a step closer. He scanned her over and noticed her hands. “What happened?”

y/n shook her head. She closed her eyes, but when she did, she saw red again. Her eyes shot open and she forced herself to keep them open. She watched with slightly blurred vision as Roob took her hands in his, keeping her from continuing to scrub at her skin.

“y/n, what are you doing out here?” he asked again, softening his voice. “You aren’t dressed properly to be out here. You’ll get sick.”

“I just needed to get out,” she whispered.

Robb gently cupped her face and lifted it to look at him.

“Are you all right?”

She shook her head slightly. Her hand gripped his sleeve, giving her a grip on the realness of the moment.

“I’ve… been having this recurring dream. It wasn’t bad at first, but it’s been getting worse. There’s blood. Everywhere. I don’t know where it comes from but it comes up through the floor and the cracks in the walls. I have felt it soak my skin and my clothes. It’s just… so much blood. So much-”

She broke off with a small sob, the tears finally deciding to fall from her eyes and mix with the rainwater. Robb quickly wiped her tears away and pulled her closer. She moved her other hand to his hair, grounded herself even more. She forced herself to look at him, her eyes colliding with her blue eyes. Even in the rain and darkness, they were a stunning blue. They bore into her soul and brought her back to earth. To the present moment of the two of them standing in the rain, embracing one another. More tears spilled from her eyes.

“Everything is all right, my love,” he whispered. “We are safe. Nothing has or will happen.” He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. “Now please, come back to bed.”

y/n nodded. She allowed Robb to pull her back toward the castle. She hadn’t realized just how far she had gone, standing in the middle of the courtyard. They went to the nearest door, where one of their guards stood. y/n bowed her head, slightly ashamed of the state she was in. Robb squeezed her hand and held her close as they walked.

He led her back to their quarters and bid the guard a quiet farewell. He helped her out of her wet clothes and used a nearby towel to dry her off, gently rubbing her skin and wringing out her hair. Once she was dry, he pushed her toward the bed. She watched him dry himself and shake out his hair. He threw the towel to the side and got into bed beside her.

Robb pulled her close, wrapping his arm around her body and holding her hand. His thumb ran lightly across the markings on her palm.

“No matter what troubles you may have, no matter how minor you find them to be, I want to know about them,” he said to her. He made sure to look into her eyes as he spoke to make sure she knew the truth he spoke. “I will always protect you, as it is my duty and privilege to do so. I love you, y/n.”

“And I you, Robb,” she replied. “Thank you, my love.”

“Of course.” He kissed her hand then leaned in to press a gentle kiss to her lips. “Rest now. See red no more.”

The last thing she saw before falling into a peaceful sleep were Robb’s caring eyes.

Blue.

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lopsided-whiskey-grin · 1 year

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Yo! I’ve read most of your fics on AO3. You’re so talented and I’ve loved all of them so far, so thank u for writing them! But I also have a prompt, want this for ghost x soap. they have to pose as a couple to get intel at a party from a big boss. Both think they have everything (their feelings) under control but clearly they don’t. Haven’t seen this trope yet on ao3 and if u do write it I’ll be ever so grateful. I love your work ❤️

Thank you so much for this amazing prompt! I had a lot of fun with this one! Not as much fun as Ghost and Soap are gonna have with each other but still... ;) enjoyyyy!

Falling Hard

Ghost x Soap

Word count: 5.2k

Summary: Ghost and Soap have to infiltrate a posh masquerade party, posing as a romantically involved couple to gather important intel. But the charade just might push their feelings for each other a little too far.

Tags: Fake/Pretend Relationship, Kissing, Fluff and Angst, Mutual Pining, Requited Love, Public Hand Jobs, Frottage, Semi-Public Sex +18 only!

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“This isn’t going to fucking work, Ghost,” Soap groused. He adjusted the black masquerade mask covering the top half of his face with a grimace. He couldn’t believe he’d been talked into this.

It was dark outside and a gentle summer breeze gusted by them. They were standing on the pavement in front of Dmitriy Vinogradov’s massive townhome in central London, getting ready to join the other party-goers in the oligarch's house.

"It is going to work," Ghost insisted. He reached forward to fix Soap’s black silk tie. "Besides, it's our only option. We don't really have another choice, now do we?"

“I could blow the place up instead,” Soap countered. He’d been itching to play with some explosives lately, as a matter of fact.

Ghost sighed and rolled his eyes. "And then how would we explain to Price that the intel we were supposed to gather went up in smoke?"

Soap shrugged. “I dinnea. Didn’t really think that far ahead.” He watched as Ghost smoothed down his own tie.

He had to admit, they both cleaned up pretty fucking nice -- Ghost especially. He looked quite sharp in that black tux with that crisp white shirt under his jacket. The cherry on top was the black and white filigree mask he wore to cover the top half of his face. Soap had felt a little lightheaded when he saw Ghost put it on in the truck earlier. He couldn’t deny Ghost was a good looking man and, sure, Soap had flirted with him before, but it was never reciprocated in any way that Soap could see. And besides, getting involved with his superior officer would definitely only complicate things. So he ignored those feelings as best he could. It didn’t stop him from dreaming about Ghost almost every night, though. And stealing longing glances at him every chance he got. Other than that, he had it all perfectly under control.

“And what do you mean, ‘it isn’t going to work’?” Ghost asked, stretching a hand up to smooth a fly-away hair in Soap’s mohawk. “You don’t think we make a believable couple?”

Soap chuckled, but Ghost didn’t seem amused. The laugh died away on Soap’s lips and he frowned. “Look at us, Ghost. We’re two military grunts playing dress-up. We’re going to stand out like matching sore thumbs. The guards are going to know straight away that we’re not really here for a romantic night out.” And on top of that, Soap had never been to a fancy masquerade party before. He hadn’t been to a fancy party, period. He had no idea what to expect in there and it made him nervous.

Plus, pretending to be Ghost’s boyfriend at this thing would only make it hurt more at the end of the mission when everything went back to normal. Even though he did a pretty decent job of hiding how he felt around Ghost, he knew that the charade they were going to play out for this job would make it seem all too real to him and he’d be gutted when it was snatched away. He really was considering just blowing the place up. It would be easier, less painful.

Soap anxiously fiddled with his cufflinks and cast his gaze down to the sidewalk. He couldn’t explain any of that to Ghost though, of course.

Ghost hooked a finger under Soap’s jaw and lifted his head up to meet his eyes. Soap’s heart tumbled in his chest. Christ, he looked so fucking handsome. Ghost rubbed the pad of his thumb over the scar on Soap’s chin and Soap had to really work to suppress the shiver that threatened to quake through him.

Smiling devilishly, Ghost then ran his thumb over the swell of Soap’s bottom lip. “See?” he said simply with a half smile. “Believable.” He dropped his hand to his side and turned to walk to the stairs leading to the front door. Soap stood stupefied on the pavement, and after taking a moment to collect himself, slowly followed Ghost up to the entrance. This was going to be one long fucking night.

Ghost held the door for him, like a perfect gentleman, and when they walked inside to the large open foyer, Ghost guided him across the room with a hand at the small of his back. Oh, god. How was he going to survive this?

Hopefully they could get the intel they needed quickly and just get the hell out of here. Soap went over the mission brief in his mind one more time as they slowly made their way through the crowd of poshly dressed masked people milling about while orchestral music played from somewhere in the house. Vinogradov, a Russian mob boss and close comrade of Vladimir Makarov, was currently in possession of a very important hard drive, which was secured in his office on the second floor of the townhome. There was a guard change every thirty minutes. Price had instructed Ghost and Soap to infiltrate the party, unarmed, and as inconspicuously as possible, break into the office, and make a copy of the hard drive. He had drilled into them that it was to be a quiet job. In and out. Which, at the time, seemed easy-peasy. But now that they were actually inside, with Soap’s feathers all ruffled about by Ghost’s hand on his damn back, it was more like one of the most complicated missions he’d ever been on.

“I need a fuckin drink,” he murmured suddenly to Ghost beside him.

Ghost hummed a noise of agreement and they made their way to the bar in the corner. They both ordered a scotch and Soap gulped his down in one go. Ghost watched him over the rim of his glass as he sipped his slowly. His eyes were dark and endless. Soap looked away and ordered another. Why the fuck were his hands shaking so badly?

The bartender set his fresh drink on the bartop but before Soap could grab it, Ghost was snaking his arm around Soap’s waist and pulling him to his side. Soap’s breath hitched in his chest when he collided gently with the solid wall of Ghost’s body.

Ghost nuzzled up to the side of Soap’s face, dragging his nose up his jaw until he could whisper into his ear. “Keep it tactical, MacTavish. Now is not the time to get yourself plastered.” He squeezed Soap’s hip then let him go.

Soap wet his lips with his tongue and inclined his head marginally. The first drink was already warming his belly pleasantly. The second would undoubtedly go straight to his head and give him a buzz that would be less than helpful in this situation. So instead of drinking it down like he wanted to, Soap picked up the glass from the bar and swirled it around, hoping he looked pensive and stately. He took a moment to glance furtively around the room, observing like Ghost currently was, the number of guards in the room. It helped to calm him, oddly enough.

Before he’d had a chance to count them all, Ghost was taking the glass from him and setting it back on the bar. “Dance with me?” he asked, holding his hand out.

Soap stared at him for a moment then nodded numbly. Settling his hand in Ghost’s, he allowed himself to be led to the dance floor. There were a few other couples there, spinning about to the music. Ghost drew him in close, chest to chest, hand in hand, and Soap flushed profusely.

“I’m not much of a dancer,” he admitted.

Ghost glanced down at him, then looked over Soap's shoulder. "Neither am I. But this is a good vantage point to scope the guards."

Soap squeezed his eyes shut for a moment and cursed himself for being so utterly stupid. "'Course," he whispered.

Ghost moved him smoothly around the dance floor while they both marked the security detail around the room and at the foot of the stairs leading to the second floor. They were easy to spot. Though they all wore a black suit and tie to blend in with the guests, they all had an earpiece, and a stance that just screamed "guard".

After they had a better idea of what they were dealing with, Ghost slowed them to a stop, pressed Soap a little closer to his chest, then laid a kiss to his stubbled cheek. Soap just about melted into a puddle right then and there on the dance floor.

"Guard change is in one minute," Ghost murmured against his skin. Then stepped back from him as if he hadn't just turned Soap's world upside down.

Soap adjusted his suit jacket with jerky movements. Goddammit, Soap, get your head screwed on right. We're here to do a fucking job. He spun on his heel and quickly caught up to Ghost as he walked toward the stairs, slipping their hands together and entwining their fingers. Now it was Ghost's turn to be caught off guard. He paused for a moment and out of the corner of his eye, Soap saw him glance down to their joined hands before leading Soap up the now empty stairs. Soap grinned smugly but said nothing.

On the second floor landing, Soap let go of Ghost's hand, though he wasn't exactly ready to. He thought he saw Ghost flex then fist his hand at his side, but he couldn't say for sure — he'd been keeping his eyes forward, making sure they were alone up there.

Miraculously, the way was clear for them of any guards. To anyone that could come across them though, they'd appear as a romantic couple just admiring the art hanging on the walls. Plausible deniability was a hell of a thing and Soap would be sure to take full advantage of it if they needed to.

It didn't take long for them to find the office door down a quiet hallway. Soap knelt in front of it and pulled his lock pick set from a pocket inside his jacket while Ghost kept watch. Soap could almost feel the heat from Ghost’s body seeping into him from how close he was standing behind him.

"Three minutes until the guards loop back to their positions," Ghost whispered to him in that deep voice of his. It sent a tremor straight to Soap’s core.

Soap’s throat felt dry but he nodded and made quick work of the lock. Before long, they were inside the dark office with the door closed behind them. Soap let out a sigh of relief. The first hard part of this job was done. Now if he could just keep his wits about him for the next little bit, he'd be fucking golden.

Ghost immediately strode to a large mahogany desk in the middle of the room while Soap stayed back by the door to listen for footsteps in the hall. He watched as Ghost, bathed in the electric blue light of the monitor, bent forward to begin hacking the computer. Without any warning, Soap had a sudden, intense desire for Ghost to bend him over that desk and plow his brains out.

A bizarre strangled noise wheezed out of Soap’s throat and he hooked a finger behind his tie to loosen it a bit. Ghost glanced up at him over the screen, looking concerned and a little annoyed at being distracted from his task.

“You good there, Johnny?” Ghost asked, focusing back on the computer.

No, he most definitely was not. “Solid, L.t.”

He pushed his mask up a little and scrubbed a hand roughly down his cheek, while half-listening to the door behind him. Keep it together. We’re almost done here, he chided himself.

It took less than a minute for Ghost to finish downloading the information they needed onto a flashdrive. Some of the weight on Soap’s shoulders lifted when he saw Ghost walking back around the desk and dropping the drive into one of his trouser pockets. The second hard part was done. Now all they needed to do was slip back out the front door and they were home free.

But nothing was ever as easy as it seemed, especially in Soap’s chosen profession. As soon as Ghost reached Soap’s position at the door, they heard footsteps approaching down the hallway…one minute early. Soap nearly groaned in frustration. They both stood silently facing each other, unmoving, watching the shadow from the guard slide into view in the sliver of light under the door.

Ghost looked at Soap and motioned with his hands that he wanted to take out the guard, but Soap shook his head. Price had specifically ordered this to be a quiet job. And they were currently unarmed, though that hadn’t stopped Ghost in the past, Soap realized. But he knew that as soon as they took one guard out, the rest would come down on them in a heartbeat, and there were far too many in this house for them to fight off without one or both of them ending up dead.

Soap motioned back to Ghost to wait. If they could just hold for a moment, there was a chance the guard would walk away and they could still slip out unseen. It appeared that luck might be on their side when the shadow did start to move away. Soap let out a long pent-up breath and stepped back a little so they could open the door. But he backed up right into a cabinet behind him, unseen in the dark room. The cabinet was full of glass shelves and crystal vases -- of course it fucking was. Shit.

Nothing broke, but it did make a goddamn jarring noise. Ghost sucked in sharp breath and Soap froze immediately, his gaze cutting to the shaft of light under the door. The shadow slid back. Soap’s heart thundered in his chest.

“I heard a sound in the office,” the guard outside said into his radio “Roger. I’m checking it out now.”

Soap closed the distance between him and Ghost quickly. “Kiss me,” he blurted, grabbing onto Ghost’s lapels and tugging him forward.

“What?” Ghost hissed.

The knob turned and the door started opening.

“Just trust me,” Soap insisted.

And without further arguing, Ghost did. He pulled Soap against him and crashed their mouths together so hard their teeth clicked when they collided. Soap thought he might have tasted a hint of blood but he couldn’t be bothered to care. The only thing currently occupying his mind was Ghost.

Then their lips moved and parted and Ghost’s tongue slid inside and Soap transcended to another plane of existence altogether.

Whatever he had fantasized a kiss to be like between them, this was far, far, better. This was violent, deep, frenzied -- heavy with the burden of anticipation. His hands were up in Ghost’s hair, tangling desperately in the blonde strands, and Ghost’s were at his back, fisting in the fabric of his tuxedo jacket. Soap suckled at Ghost’s tongue and Ghost moaned right into his open mouth. Soap ate up the sound with greed. Fuck, he wished this was real and not just a diversion to get this guard off their backs.

But it was all over before it had really begun, lasting only the span of a handful of seconds. The spell was broken the moment the door opened all the way and the guard flicked on the overhead light. “Oi!” he shouted. “This room is off limits!”

Soap tore his mouth away from Ghost’s and pulled back to look at the guard, wiping his lips with the back of his hand. Ghost’s mask was all askew and Soap put it back in place with a lopsided grin.

“Oh, sorry about that, mate. This was just the first empty room we found,” Soap said with a cheeky grin. He swayed a bit and put on his best drunk Scottsman act

The guard stared them down skeptically and Soap glanced at Ghost. His hair was sticking up in all different directions and his lips were already red and swollen. He looked thoroughly debauched and more than a little dazed and it turned Soap on more than he ever thought possible. And when Ghost reached down to adjust the bulge in his trousers, Soap nearly combusted into flames.

“Just get the fuck outta here,” the guard growled, dropping his hand from the butt of his holstered sidearm. Soap didn't have to be told twice.

He smiled broadly as they quickly left the room then grabbed for Ghost’s hand without thinking once they were in the hallway. He felt keyed-up, lighter than air, and he could still taste Ghost on his lips. Maybe this mission wasn’t going to be as bad as he’d thought.

As they came to the top of the stairs though, Ghost abruptly tugged his hand from Soap’s grasp. Soap looked at him, but Ghost didn’t meet his gaze. He’d already started down the first few steps. Soap frowned, feeling a bit dejected. He followed along behind Ghost to the foyer, still packed with elegantly dressed party goers.

He was about to reach for him again to get him to slow down so they could leave through the front door together, like they had planned, but Ghost quickly cut to the left before Soap could make contact. He looked toward the door as he tried to keep up with Ghost’s hurried steps and his heart sank. The security detail at the entrance were perked up, fingers to their earpieces, and eyes actively searching the crowd. Soap looked down quickly and turned his face away. Shit. The guard upstairs must have alerted them that something wasn’t right with the computer.

Soap finally caught up with Ghost as he wove between groups of people drinking and laughing loudly in a large room that appeared to be a library. Ghost pushed through a door that led to the kitchen. It was bustling with waitstaff and cooks and no one paid them much mind, thankfully. Soap tapped Ghost’s elbow.

Ghost paused and looked at him then finally. Even with the black and white mask covering half his face, Soap could see that he was exasperated. Soap couldn’t help but feel a little taken aback. They had gotten what they came for, right? He hadn’t meant to bump into the cabinet -- it was an accident for fuck’s sake. And it didn’t matter anyways, since they were almost out of this stupid house with the flashdrive. Sounded like a fucking win to him.

“What’s the plan here?” he asked, bending toward him so Ghost could hear him over the din of the kitchen.

Ghost’s eyes held his for a moment, then slid away. Soap could see his throat bob as he swallowed. “T-there should be an exit back here somewhere. We need to find it. Now.”

Nodding his understanding, Soap dropped his hand to his side. He scanned the room then pointed at a door at the back of the kitchen. Ghost nodded and led the way past waiters carrying large trays of hors d'oeuvres and chefs shouting orders to one another until they came to the door that was past a small, shadowy mudroom. They slipped outside as easily and undetected as they had come in just a short time ago and were spilled out into a small, dark garden. It was drizzling lightly as Soap followed Ghost across the postage stamp sized lawn to a gate that opened to an alleyway.

Taking a deep breath of cool, rainy night air, Soap worked to keep up with Ghost’s long strides, pleased with each step to be further away from that stifling place. It didn’t stop a pang of regret from lancing through him, though, that the brief time he’d had in Ghost’s arms was coming to an end. For the first time that night, Soap wished the mission could have lasted a little longer -- well, the kissing part at least.

A blush bloomed up his throat and he shook the thought away. Just focus on getting out of here, goddammit. He looked back over his shoulder as Ghost opened the wooden gate, making sure they weren’t followed, then passed through while Ghost held the door for him when he didn’t see any guards rushing at them. They were in the clear.

He was about to turn to the right to go back toward the street where their truck was parked, relieved beyond belief that this was almost finally over, when he noticed Ghost was going the opposite direction. He jogged to catch up to him, his fancy shoes scraping on the wet pavement.

“Ghost!” he whispered harshly, his stomach twisting with the concern rising inside him.

Ghost didn’t stop or even slow. His shoulders were hunched against the rain as he strode away. Soap was as baffled as ever. "Ghost, stop. The car's the other way!" He grabbed Ghost's wrist and tugged him back. They were practically home free. What the hell was going on here?

As soon as he grabbed Ghost’s arm he realized it was a mistake. Ghost spun on his heel and Soap was almost certain he was about to be punched square in the jaw. He wouldn’t blame Ghost if he did it though; Soap knew better than to grab a fellow soldier in such a way. But Ghost’s fist never came up. He looked at Soap, his eyes unreadable behind the mask in the darkened alley.

“Ghost, talk to me. Please.”

"I can't…" he began. He stopped and swallowed hard before trying again. He opened his mouth to speak, but instead of berating Soap on the fuck up in the office like he was bracing himself for, Ghost pulled his hands up to frame Soap’s face and lunged forward, crushing their lips together. The unexpected force of it weakened Soap’s knees immediately and he let out a surprised grunt.

Ghost pushed Soap back roughly against the brick wall in a shadowed alcove directly behind him, hands sliding up into his hair, tangling in the damp strands. Ghost’s large frame nearly took up all the room in that tiny space. It was intimidating as hell and unspeakably erotic.

Soap flattened his palms over Ghost’s broad chest, delighted to feel his heart thumping just as wildly as his was. He thrust his tongue against Ghost’s desperately, relishing in the strong, sweet taste of him, underlaid with an earthy hint of the rain slicking his lips.

Soap’s hands fisted instinctively at his jacket, drawing Ghost toward him, pressing their hips together, gasping when he felt the hard column of Ghost’s erection nudging against his thigh. A warm, delicious ache twisted low in his belly, sparking across each and every nerve ending. His own cock was plumping up more and more with each passing second of Ghost’s mouth moving against his. Fuck. He’d wanted this for so long. He just wasn’t expecting it to happen now.

Ghost groaned and broke the kiss to draw in short, ragged breaths. He tugged both of their masks off and threw them to the side, then brought his forehead down to rest against Soap’s, settling his hands against his neck. His thumbs brushed lightly against Soap’s stubbled jaw and the sensation prickled goose bumps all up his arms.

"Johnny, I can't," Ghost whispered again, his voice husky and deep.

Soap’s heart squeezed painfully in his chest and he screwed his eyes shut, nudging his forehead against Ghost’s. "Can't what?" he whispered back. Uncertainty gnawed at him as waited for Ghost’s reply.

“I can't do my job if all I can think about is you.”

Soap blinked his eyes open and pulled away enough to look at him. A tic bunched in Ghost’s jaw and Soap watched as that sliver of vulnerability was shielded quickly by raw determination. Soap sank back against the alley wall, fighting to catch his breath.

“What…” he tried to say.

But Ghost cut him off, huffing out a sigh and giving Soap a firm shake where his hands still rested at the sides of his neck. “You distracted me in there, Johnny. You always fucking distract me.”

Soap stared at him, stunned. His stomach did an odd little flip.

“I forgot to shut the computer down after I was done transferring the data. I forgot because the only thing on my mind was how well you had fit against me on the dance floor. I fucking forgot because I couldn’t stop looking at you in this fucking suit. I forgot and it is my fault those guards in there are looking for us right now."

The words seemed to spill out of him, unbidden and unchecked. Soap didn’t know how to begin to respond. He stared wide-eyed at Ghost, standing only inches away from him. How had they both been so stupid to not see what was right in front of them? To not see that what they needed was each other? This whole fucking time?

Ghost swallowed and continued on as the rain fell outside of the shelter of the little alcove, “I compromised our mission, Johnny, and it could have cost us our lives. And all because I can’t think of anything but you. You’re always on my damn mind. We shouldn’t --”

“Shut up.” It was Soap’s turn to interrupt.

Ghost's mouth snapped closed and Soap could tell he was surprised. Soap felt pleased as punch for being able to catch him off guard yet again. He tugged at Ghost where his fists were still grasping his lapels. “Just shut up and fuckin kiss me, you dolt,” he said with a grin.

A baffled expression swept across Ghost’s face and he blinked. It almost looked like he was going to walk away altogether, but Soap tugged at him once more, and Ghost came forward to close the gap between them willingly. Their lips met again, slower this time but still as desperate. And when Soap rolled his hips against Ghost’s and felt he was still as hard as before, he wasted no time dropping his hands from Ghost’s jacket to the button on his trousers.

Ghost groaned into their kiss and latched his hands on Soap’s shoulders. Soap chuckled breathlessly at the corner of Ghost’s mouth. “I’ll be a distraction to you any day, L.t., if it means I can have you like this.”

He undid Ghost’s fly and fished out his cock then did the same with his own. Ghost was panting unevenly as Soap brought them together in his hands. Their breaths fogged into the space between them in the chilled night air.

“Bloody hell, Johnny,” Ghost rasped, bucking his hips forward into Soap’s grip. He pulled his hands from Soap’s shoulders to brace them against the wall on either side of Soap’s head, caging him in.

Soap’s heart was thundering in his chest as he rubbed their cocks together. Fuckin hell. He’d never fallen this hard for someone before. Normally that thought alone would terrify him, but he knew Ghost would be there to catch him. He always was.

Ghost dipped his head forward to suck a bruise to Soap’s neck and Soap involuntarily squeezed a little too hard. They both moaned. “Faster,” Ghost murmured.

Soap, always one to follow a direct order, complied. He stripped their cocks with quick pumps of his hands, feeling his bollocks tighten up closer to his body, on the very verge of exploding already. He’d been waiting so long for this, it didn’t really come as a surprise that he’d be about ready to come after just a few short minutes. He’d be sure to go slow and savor the moment next time.

Next time.

He prayed that Ghost wouldn’t pawn this off as some sort of fluke. He’d said himself he’d wanted Soap just as bad as Soap wanted him. Well, maybe not in so many words, but that was what it really boiled down to, after all.

Ghost buried his face in the crook of Soap’s neck, thrusting roughly into Soap’s hand, his warm breath puffing against Soap’s skin, sending jolts of pure pleasure straight to Soap’s gut. “Fuck, just like that, Johnny. Don’t stop.”

Soap wouldn’t dream of it. He continued pumping, driving them closer and closer to the edge, until it was finally too much and they both tipped over, one right after another, their combined release coating Soap’s fists.

Letting out a shuddering sigh, Ghost sunk against him, face still buried against his neck. Soap fought to catch his breath. He held them both in his hands, feeling how the members throbbed against each other as they came down from the high of their orgasm. It was so intimate in a way he couldn’t explain that he had to blink back the threat of tears. Oh, he had fallen. Fallen fucking hard.

“See? The mission wasn’t a complete failure,” Soap chuckled after clearing his throat. He wiped his hand clean with the handkerchief from his breast pocket.

Ghost grunted an agreement and pulled back. “Yeah, we got the flashdrive.”

Soap pushed at his shoulder playfully as Ghost tucked his softening cock back into his trousers. “I meant what just happened, you bastard.”

A rare grin curved Ghost’s lips momentarily. “Just taking the piss, MacTavish,” he said, watching Soap with an undeniable hunger in his eyes as he put his own cock back in his pants. “Of course, I’d call that a fuckin win.”

Soap adjusted his suit jacket and smoothed down his tie. “Well, then let’s get the hell out of here so we can get that intel to Price.” He squeezed past Ghost in the alcove and pushed his wet hair up off his forehead after dropping a wink to Ghost who was turning toward him. “And you still owe me a dance, Riley. A proper one.”

Ghost folded his arms over his broad chest and tilted his head to the side. “And I already told you, I can’t dance.”

Soap bent down to retrieve their sodden masks from the ground. He’d have to save these for later. Maybe he could convince Ghost to wear it again sometime. “Could have fooled me,” he said walking in the direction of their truck.

He heard Ghost’s footsteps hurry to keep up with him and he couldn’t help but smile. “I can’t dance, Johnny,” he insisted again.

Soap turned around, walking backward so Ghost could see his face. He gave him an exaggerated shrug, feeling a self-satisfied chuckle rising in his chest. “Then you better damn well figure out how to make it believable if you ever want me to distract you again.”

Ghost paused for a moment in the drizzling rain then shook his head with a soft chuckle. Soap grinned broadly, marveling that he had yet again caught Ghost off guard. This was getting too damn easy.

“You drive a hard bargain, MacTavish.”

“It’s the only kind of bargaining I know, L.t.,” Soap replied.

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Autumn Falls: Friday

Summary: Y/N’s had a run of bad luck that’s left her miserable, so her sister and best friend surprise her with a trip to Autumn Falls, the exclusive Californian resort where your every dream comes true. Seven days of relaxation and luxury await her, but will her vacation lift her spirits or leave her longing?

Pairings (reader is female): Negan x reader, Bucky Barnes x reader, Thor Odinson x reader, Sam Winchester x reader, Negan x reader x Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester x reader, Geralt of Rivia x reader, Steve Rogers x reader

Word Count: 37041

Warnings (expect any combination): slight angst and commiseration, non-disclosure agreements, flirting, conversations about relationships, oral sex, vaginal sex, public nudity and skinny dipping, size kink, sex in a hot tub, suspension (sort of), intense sex, breeding kink, yoga, my obsession with Sam’s hands, massages, dirty talk, slight praise kink, vaginal fingering, anal fingering, and squirting, threesome, double penetration (vaginal/anal), handjobs, shower smut, sex in a kitchen, horse riding, wild nature sex, over-stimulation, excessive orgasms, comfort, companionship, aromatherapy and hot stone massages, anal sex, light BDSM, restraints, spanking/paddling, anal play, double penetration with toys, gagging, cuddling, post-vacation blues

MASTERPOST

Only Negan was beside her when she woke up the next morning, rolling onto her side to meet his smiling face. She smiled back, a little shyly, which was ridiculous considering what had happened between them the night before. “Morning,” she murmured, propping her head on the pillow. “Where’d Sam go?”

“Had to leave,” he replied softly, shifting a little closer. “You sore?”

Stretching, she moaned under her breath, feeling the tenderness between her legs. “Some.”

“How about a shower?”

It didn’t take much to convince her to join him under the hot spray, and she shouldn’t have been surprised when he was on his knees less than two minutes later, one of her thighs hooked over his shoulder as he lapped at her sensitive folds. She wasn’t sure she would have anything left to give after the last three days but somehow, Negan had her coming again under his skilled tongue, and he didn’t stop even when she was slumped against the tiles.

“Get under the water,” he groaned, getting to his feet as she dragged him with her. “It’ll make you feel better.”

He wasn’t wrong. The hot spray soothed every ache and bruise, and she hummed happily when Negan kissed her, blindly groping for his erection as they crowded under the water. When she wrapped her fingers around him, he moaned and gasped, pulling back to look at her with dark eyes.

“What’re you doin’?” he slurred.

“Showing my gratitude,” she whispered, using her free hand to pull him into another kiss. He hissed when she tightened her grip, beginning to stroke him with a steady rhythm, dragging her thumb over his sensitive tip to add to the sensation. Precum wept from his slit, adding to the water to slick her path.

It didn’t take long for him to spill over her fingers and belly, and he moaned into her mouth as he came, pulling her tighter against him until she couldn’t move her hand anymore. The sticky mess between them washed away with the spray, but they didn’t part, continuing to kiss for a few minutes longer.

Negan grabbed the soap, pulling away enough to start washing her down, and she returned the favor, both of them stealing soft caresses as they went, until she could feel her fingers wrinkling. He turned the spray off once the suds were gone, stepping out of the shower and giving her a spectacular view of his ass.

“Can I ask a question?”

“That depends what it is,” he shot back, holding out a towel for her.

“Is there anyone who works here that isn’t over six feet tall?”

Negan chuckled. “Megan’s only five ten.” She scowled at his flippant response, covering herself with the towel and starting to dry off. “Don’t you like the tall dominant types, sweetheart?” he crooned, and she turned her face away, biting her lip in an attempt to ignore his teasing.

Once again, he wasn’t wrong. She did have a thing for tall guys, though she hadn't realized how much of a thing. It was another moment of reality setting in; she’d slept with four guys in a week, when before she’d never slept with that many people in a year.

As if sensing her sudden tension, Negan stepped up behind her, placing his large hands on her shoulders. Calm swept through her, and she turned to him, looking up with a guilty expression. “Do yourself a favor,” he murmured. “Stop overthinking this. Look how much fun you’ve had, that you’re still having. You don’t have to preoccupy yourself with real world shit here, darlin’. Just enjoy the ride. There’s nothin’ to feel guilty about, no consequences.” He leaned in, kissing her softly, and she moaned, pressing her hands against his wet chest. “Roll with it.”

Her stomach rumbled loudly, and she ducked her head. Negan laughed under his breath, catching her chin to make her look at him again.

“Dean’s waitin’ for you in the kitchen downstairs.”

“Dean?”

He grinned. “Your companion for the day. Happens to be Sam’s brother. And he likes food.” His hand closed on her ass and he squeezed, kissing her one last time. “Get yourself dressed, and I’ll take you down there.”

The kitchens had not been part of the tour, and she was expecting a busy area when she walked in. Instead, there was only Megan, which seemed to puzzle Negan, who looked around when they walked in.

“Mornin’, Y/N,” Megan chirped happily. “Uh, Dean’s just dealing with a problem out by the pool, he’ll be back in a -”

“I’m here, I’m here,” another man announced, strolling in with a smile on his face, his attention zeroing in on Y/N. She froze at the sight of him, a little taken aback by how pretty he was, and she almost jumped out of her skin when Negan chuckled. “Sorry, man, the grill fucked up on Tom last night and he asked me to take a look.”

Negan frowned. “Is it fixed or do I need to make a call?”

The man dismissed the concern with a wave of his hand. “Nah, just a blocked valve,” he explained before smiling at Y/N, offering his hand. “Hi, I’m Dean.” His smile was dazzling, and she was a little too caught up in his perfect jawline to answer for a second.

“Y/N,” she finally replied, taking his hand and shaking it.

“You’re even more beautiful in person,” Dean murmured, winking at her, and she grinned, taking her hand back. “You hungry?”

“Very.”

Megan disappeared and Negan chuckled, resting one hand on the small of Y/N’s back and leaning in. “Enjoy yourself, princess,” he rumbled, and she shivered, glancing at him as he walked away and disappeared out of the same door as the other woman. Dean waited until he was gone before looking back at her with a smile, gesturing to the large metal countertop beside them.

“Can I assume we’re cooking?”

“You definitely can,” he replied. “I think brunch is on the menu.” He reached over, pressing a small set of buttons on the countertop. At the further end, a television suddenly popped up, emerging from an almost invisible seal, and at the same time, another panel lifted and slid to the side, revealing a stove top. “Man, I love the fancy gadgets they got here.”

“So are you a good cook?” Y/N asked.

“I’m… competent,” he laughed. “My brother will tell you my mac and cheese is the greatest. Or he would have when he was six anyway.”

“Sam, right?”

Dean smirked, eyes darkening. “Yeah,” he drawled. “Heard you met him.”

Heat filled her cheeks, and she leaned on the counter, watching the screen load up with what looked like options for cookery shows. “Oh, I like Gordon Ramsey,” she said, unsubtly changing the subject.

“Let’s see what recipes he’s got then.”

One thing she realized she missed most of all, as she and Dean created chaos in the kitchen, was doing things with other people. She remembered being in college, always having something going on, and it shocked her to take stock of what she did with her life now. The only thing she really had outside work was reading books, and she knew that returning to her life, she needed to make some change. There was a new confidence to her now that she was sure had only come from being here, and she was beginning to worry that the vacation would be over too soon, that she’d never feel this good again.

Brunch ended up being a little bit of a disaster but not an inedible disaster. They made pancakes, eggs, and bacon, followed by waffles with melted chocolate and fruit, snacking as they went before sitting on the stools at one end of the counter to tuck in.

“How did you find the other activities?” he asked as she chewed on a mouthful of pancakes, trying not to choke as she remembered the “activities” he was probably not referring to.

“I liked the hike,” she said, once she’d swallowed her food. “Wasn’t so good at dancing, I guess I’m not as fit as I was in high school.”

“Dancing?” He grimaced. “I think I can manage a dad dance now and then. What was it, like a rumba?”

She giggled. “No, just like a waltz. Thor was very patient with me stamping on his feet.”

He grinned, shaking his head as he picked up another bite of food on his fork. “Lemme guess at Sam’s - yoga, right?” A nod confirmed his guess and he chuckled. “I don’t know how anyone can do yoga. It’s so boring.”

“I enjoy it, or I did. Something I’ll probably pick up again when I go home.”

“You gonna pick anything else up again?”

She nodded, pushing the last piece of her pancakes around her plate. “I think I need to. I spent so long just… in this funk, and it kinda feels like I’m starting to be me again, y’know?”

A smile spread across his face, only making him all the more handsome. “I get it,” he replied. “Sometimes you need something to pull you out.” He watched her for a second, then picked up one of the strawberries from the bowl between them, dipping it in the chocolate sauce. “Wanna try?” he asked, voice low and seductive.

Roll with it.

She opened her mouth, leaning in as he fed her the sweet treat, his gaze focused on her lips as she bit into it, a drop of sauce clinging to her lips when she pulled away. Dean instantly reached out to wipe it away with his thumb and she grabbed his wrist, licking the sauce from his thumb with more of a flair than required. His jaw dropped and his eyes darkened, his whole demeanor suddenly changing on a dime.

“I thought I was supposed to seduce you,” he murmured, pulling his arm back when she released it.

“Maybe I’m feeling a little more myself than I thought,” she whispered back, getting to her feet and sliding towards him, slotting herself between his muscular thighs.

“Oh?”

She nodded, biting her bottom lip as she slid her hands over his chest, feeling the thick muscle underneath the black cotton. He watched her, unmoving, mouth slightly agape as her fingers curled into the edges of his flannel overshirt. “I’m going to kiss you now,” she whispered, more to herself than him. Dean gave a light nod, dropping his gaze to her lips as she closed in.

He tasted like the syrup from the pancakes, sweet and tangy against her tongue, and she moaned into his mouth when his hands grabbed her ass, pulling her flush with his crotch. His lips parted, drawing her in, both of them growing hungrier by the moment.

Their location suddenly flooded back to her and she froze, jerking back. “Won’t someone walk in?” she asked.

He shook his head. “No one’s around,” he assured her, tugging her back into his arms. She smiled, sinking into another kiss, feeling his fingers creeping up underneath her shirt. “Take this off,” he whispered, pulling the fabric up. Y/N acquiesced without hesitation, and Dean’s hands cupped her breasts through her bra, squeezing them together before shoving the bra up too, exposing her pert nipples. His mouth was instantly around one, and she moaned, tipping her head back as he sucked it into a hard bud.

“Take yours off,” she whined, plucking at his shirts. He released her breast with a wet pop, smirking up at her as he released her to grant her request. Underneath the layers was just as firm as she expected and she couldn’t resist pressing her hands against his pecs, running her palms over the smooth muscle. “Damn,” she muttered. “You really are pretty.”

He snorted. “Pretty?”

“Guys can be pretty,” she defended with a giggle. “What would you prefer? Handsome? Gorgeous?”

“Sexy,” he purred, pulling her into another kiss, sliding his fingers through her hair while using his other hand to snap her bra open. It fell and she shook it off before letting him pull her against his chest, the warmth of his skin seeping into hers. She moaned, wrapping her arms around his neck as the kiss deepened, and her hips rocked into him instinctively.

His hand moved between them, unbuttoning her pants with one flick of his fingers, and she shifted to accommodate him as he tugged them down enough to slide his hand inside. She gasped into his mouth when his fingers found her wet underneath her panties, and he stroked two against her folds, swallowing down her whimpers.

He watched her as she leaned into the hand cradling her head, keeping her hands on his shoulders as he worked his fingers inside of her. Her breaths came in desperate little pants, hips rocking lightly into his touch, and when he twisted his arm to get a better angle, he pressed his thumb into her clit. The action made her jerk and whine, her whole body trembling as he worked her higher.

“Oh, god,” she panted, “oh, god, please, fuck me.” Her legs shook, the peak of her orgasm forcing her to tighten her hold on him so she didn’t collapse.

Dean withdrew, getting to his feet as he licked his fingers clean. “Hands on the counter,” he ordered, unbuckling his belt to shove his pants down. She turned, gasping when he pulled hers down too, using his feet to kick her legs apart. The sudden roughness made her wetter and she moaned when his fingers rubbed against her again, coming away with fresh moisture on them. “You’re so fucking wet,” he grunted, fisting his cock with her juices.

“Please, Dean…”

A low laugh reached her but her attention was on the pressure at her entrance, the threat of his thick cock breaching her. She wished she’d gotten a look at the rest of him, though she could feel how big he was already just from the burgeoning penetration.

“Goddamn,” he groaned as her heat enveloped him. “So fucking tight too… fuck…”

She gasped as he filled her, his groin coming flush with her ass as he held himself deep. It was difficult to concentrate on breathing, and her head swam with arousal, forcing her onto her elbows. He started to thrust, short and sharp, punching a high-pitched yelp from her on every stroke. His height had her on her tiptoes, and each stab of his cock filled her with ecstasy, dragging her headlong into a climax that left her slumped over the countertop.

He withdrew when he felt her shuddering, almost tackling her down onto the floor until she was on her back before tearing her sneakers and pants off, and shoving his own further down. His hips pinned her legs apart as he entered her again, and when he was pressed deep, he pulled her right leg up, tucking it under his hip. Her cries were cut off with a kiss, and he started to move again, fucking her into the cool flooring.

“Wanna feel you cum one more time,” he growled, slamming into her, “and then I’m gonna fill you up.”

“Okay,” she whined, too cockdrunk to say anything else. Dean grinned, lifting up onto his knees, getting more leverage to thrust into her. The world faded away as she spiraled, each wave of pleasure getting stronger until she was sure she would be dripping down his thighs.

“That’s it,” he groaned, feeling her walls tighten around him. “Squeeze my cock, baby.”

She screamed, and the sound echoed off of the metal cabinets. Trembling from head to foot, she rode it out, Dean’s warm climax adding to hers, trickling down the crack of her ass. He slumped forward, nuzzling at her cheek, coaxing her into a kiss as he let her come down from the high.

When he finally withdrew, she hissed, biting her lip to silence the noise. He looked at her in concern, tilting his head. “You okay?”

“Little sore,” she admitted, reaching for her shirt with a wince.

Dean chuckled. “How about we clean up this mess,” he gestured to the remains of the cooking and food, “and go chill out with some movies in your room, order room service? You could probably do with staying off your feet for a while.”

“Sounds great.”

He didn’t leave her room until nearly midnight. She wasn’t sure if it was the good food or the wine that made her sluggish as she closed the door behind him, smiling idiotically when she paused to lean against it. The day had been so relaxing, watching movies with Dean, the slow, lazy sexual interactions that left her satisfied and feeling incredibly good. Dragging herself into the bedroom, she sank onto the bed, laying back for a moment before a thought struck her.

Negan answered after three rings, amusement in his voice. “You need a hand again?” he asked.

“Not tonight,” she replied with a giggle. “I think I need to rest.”

“Probably a good idea,” he agreed, chuckling down the phone. “You’ll find everything you need for tomorrow in the closet. And don’t mind Geralt, he’s a little sullen, but he’s soft as shit on the inside.”

“Geralt?” she asked, though she knew better than to expect any more information.

The laughter on the other end confirmed it. “Sweet dreams, princess.” He hung up, and she stared at the phone a moment before getting to her feet and approaching the closet. Inside, set apart from her clothes, was a pair of jodhpurs, some Hunter boots, and a thick sweater. Above them, a helmet was on the shelf, and she pulled it down, frowning at it. It looked almost like a bicycle helmet, though she hated cycling, so she wasn’t sure what it was for.

“Rock climbing maybe?” she murmured. She’d always wanted to go rock climbing but she didn’t think she’d ever told anyone that. With a shrug, she put the helmet back, closing the closet before turning to her bed, contemplating a shower. Her muscles ached, answering the question for her, so she stripped down to her panties and crawled into the bed, trying not to think about what awaited her tomorrow.

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