#please pay attention to the first few parts because that's the only reason i put them there just in case someone saw them

[mrsbarnesblog]

you deserve the world

masterlist ko-fi ao3

College! Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You were in a relationship with a man who had never truly cared about you, but after catching him cheating on you at a friend's party, you eventually decided to end things with him. The good news was that there was always someone who wasn't going to let you go through it alone.

Word count: 4.6k

Warnings: toxic relationship, cheating, name calling, gaslighting, protective Bucky, feelings.

Author's note: college Bucky + some angst = my favorite combo. I already have a cute idea for the part 2 so stay tuned ☺️

“And what about you, ma'am?” The waitress asked, looking at you. 

“Um–” 

“She’ll get a salad and a glass of water, thank you.” John interrupted you, not allowing you to choose for yourself. Everyone at the table went quiet, looking at you, and you felt the heat spreading on your cheeks. There was nothing new in the fact that John always decided for you, but no one from your friend really knew about that. 

You quickly nodded at the waitress with a polite smile and gave the menu back. When she left, you really hoped that this question wouldn't be discussed, but you were wrong. 

“What the fuck? You said that you were hungry. Why do you even listen to him?” Natasha, who was sitting on the opposite side of the table with Bucky, Steve, and Wanda, angrily looked at you. 

She was really protective over you, and she hated John. Natasha tried to convince you many times to break up with him, but every time you tried, he somehow managed to manipulate you to stay. And you hated yourself for being so weak. 

“Natasha, please, don't start it.” You begged, feeling that John was losing his temper. “I'm not hungry, I'm—”

“She’s on a diet, right, baby?” His fake smile made you almost want to cry, but you just nodded. Nat and Wanda rolled their eyes, not for the first time hearing that from your shitty boyfriend. Steve and Sam looked mostly disappointed or even concerned, but Bucky… Bucky looked furious. 

You weren't best friends. You hung out only when the team got together at the parties, and since John was extremely jealous, it had never been only the two of you. But you both felt something every time your eyes met or when you sat too close to each other. He always gave you that one-sided smile that made your knees weak and the plums of your hands sweaty. It seemed like John had always sensed that tension between you and did everything to ruin it, even fighting with Bucky a few times over it. Their enmity was unspoken, yet everyone on the team knew the real reason.

Bucky had a crush on you probably since the first day when you came to see the game, but no one on the team besides Steve, Sam, and Nat knew that. You had a boyfriend, so he had no place to ruin it. Well, that's what Bucky thought at first. But when you started spending more time with the team and he started seeing the real sides of your relationship, it made him want to just pull you out of there. 

You were so kind, and cute, and beautiful, so Bucky had to put effort into not staring at you like a creep. Everyone on the team adored you because you were nothing but sweet to them. But the person who was supposed to be your biggest supporter actually slowly ruined you. 

Bucky noticed the way your face dropped every time John ignored you and didn’t pay attention to your words. He was too busy chatting with someone on his phone or just casually didn't care and didn’t even try to hide it. Your eyes would flick between his face and the phone screen, and then you stopped talking and sat quietly, probably too deep in your thoughts. 

It really broke Bucky’s heart that you were taken for granted and that you weren't with the man who would give you the whole world without you even asking. And right now, he felt just a hot rage in his veins at the thought that John didn't care about your feelings; he was making decisions for you and convincing you that you needed to be skinnier. 

“Did you decide that?” Your eyes shot at Bucky, who was looking like he was about to punch somebody. His brows were slightly furrowed, his jaw tensed, and there was not a single hint of the playfulness that he always had.

“I know what's better for her, Barnes. She’s not yours, isn’t she?” He winked at Bucky and threw a hand over your shoulder, carelessly dragging you closer. You squeaked at the sudden movement and tried to push your boyfriend away, mumbling a quiet “stop”. 

“Oh, believe me, if she were mine, she wouldn’t try to push me away like that, Walker.” Bucky looked directly at you, making the weird feeling blossom in your stomach. The things that you were feeling for Bucky were wrong; you knew that. You had a boyfriend, and thinking about another man was basically cheating. 

But how could you not? 

He looked at you at every opportunity—you saw it even if you didn’t show it. Bucky was a charming man, a gentleman, with a beautiful face and a kind heart. Even though you weren’t so close, you were able to collect pieces of information from other guys, and you wanted to know him so badly, but it seemed like John felt something weird and forbade you to talk to him. 

Your heart told you otherwise, though. You felt a reaction in your body every time Bucky smiled or laughed, even not with you, when you accidentally touched his hand a few times, and when you caught his baby blue eyes in the room. 

It was never like that with John. John has been your first and only everything since high school, and after some time, it felt more like a routine to be together. He didn’t want to let you go, even though you suspected that he was cheating. You couldn’t say whether you loved him or not, but his usual coldness, carelessness, and annoyance when you were around made you think that you were the problem. 

You were not ready to admit that you often lay in bed before going to sleep, thinking about how your life would be if you dated Bucky. 

There was more tension between John and Bucky than usual after that night. They even got into another fight in the field over nothing, and you couldn’t help but think that it was partly your fault. 

On Friday evening, there was a party at Bucky’s and Steve’s house. John was against you going there, and you got into another big argument over it, so he said that was not going to drive you there, and it was your own responsibility. Not that he usually gave you a ride somewhere; even on the rare occasions that were supposed to be a date, he went there in his car while you had to take a bus or a taxi. 

He will apologize later for everything he said to you, but he will still repeat it a few days later. Those emotional swings honestly drained you; you were sick of his behavior and disrespectful words and of the way he was treating you. But you still stayed for reasons that even you couldn’t name. 

Natasha, your usual lifesaver, picked you up despite your refusal, and after almost thirty minutes of driving, you pulled near the house with the loud music and a lot of people everywhere. 

Holding Natasha’s hand, you walked through the bunch of people dancing and drinking into the room where your group usually sits. Two large sofa’s and a few armchairs were filled with boys from the team, Wanda and Yelena; the coffee table in between them was almost breaking from the weight of the alcohol bottles. 

“Look who I got here.” Natasha slightly pushed you further into the room, and you followed her, still holding her hand, smiling and saying “hey” to everyone in the room. You definitely didn’t miss the way Bucky checked out your figure in a soft green dress. 

He was sitting next to Steve, holding a bottle of bear in his hand, and he was looking awfully attractive in the simple jeans and t-shirt. He also had that boyish smile, which made you feel weird. 

You were stuck on the coach between Natasha and Thor, who was laughing so hard that your entire body moved with him. Sam gave you a red cup with your favorite drink in it, and you sat comfortably laughing at the jokes with the group.

Even at parties, “Avengers” liked to hang out together, and with loud music and a lot of strangers in the house, it was fun and relaxing. People from your little circle came and went; some of them wanted to dance, some wanted to find a girl for the night, and when there were only your closest friends left, you remembered about John. It's already been half an hour since you came here, but you haven’t seen him. 

“Did you see John? He said that he'd be there.” 

“I saw him once, he should be somewhere here. Do you want me to find him?” Always cute and ready-to-help Thor looked at you with his kind puppy eyes and smiled.

“No, thanks, Thor. I’m just curious.” You waved your hand at him and soon forgot about your boyfriend, too interested in another playful argument between Sam and Bucky.

After another ten minutes, when your drinks finally started working, you excused yourself to go to the bathroom on the second floor. The boys didn’t let anyone besides your group go on the second floor, so as it seemed at first, the corridor was empty. You did what you needed to in the bathroom, and when you almost went down the stairs back to your friends, a weird noise caught your attention. 

You went in another direction, and around the corner, you saw something that you definitely didn’t expect. John was almost eating another girl’s face. Her legs were wrapped around his naked body, and his t-shirt was carelessly thrown on the floor. Your sudden gasp probably gave you away, because John immediately stopped and looked at you. 

Bucky had just finished another bottle of beer when strange noises came from the second floor, and you almost ran down the stairs in tears with John chasing after you. 

“Y/N, please, wait! That’s not what you think! I can explain!” John was struggling to fasten the belt on his pants and was half naked. The tall blond girl walked down the stairs, looked at you with a grin, and disappeared into the crowd. And then it hit Bucky. He cheated on you.

That motherfucker cheated on you.

Guys stood from their places, as if the same thought came to all of them at the same time. John grabbed your hand, not allowing you to leave the room. You tried to get away, but he brought your shaking form closer and looked almost as if he were truly sorry.

“C’mon, you know that I love you. It was just sex. Please, honey. Don’t be mad.” He spoke too softly. It was obviously so fake, and it made you want to vomit. You looked at John through tears. You tried to stop them, but they were just streaming down your face. The painful wound in your chest felt like you were suffocating.

You were breathing heavily, trying to control yourself and not make a scene. God, everyone could see you. Your closest friends were watching your interaction, which was so fucking humiliating that you wanted to flee right then and there.

Steve and Sam both held Bucky by his hands so he wouldn't interfere. You had to end it on your own, but Bucky was in such rage that he could’ve probably killed John.

“D-don’t touch me, please. I don’t want– I don’t want it, I’m sick of you, of this. I-I’m done.” You stuttered, pushing him away from you, but John refused to let you go. 

“Don’t you understand that you need me?!” As always, his behavior changed in a blink of an eye, and now, again, you were responsible for his actions. “It’s your fault. It wouldn’t have happened if you had given me what I needed… And can you stop fucking crying and put on a performance for everyone?" You shook your head to not let his words settle in, but you were already too hurt and broken to fight or stand up for yourself. Now you were blamed for your boyfriend’s cheating, and once again, he reminded you that your emotions were wrong. 

The whole team looked at how your posture changed, you made yourself seem smaller, and your head was low with eyes glued to the floor in shame. Everyone was ready to step in, but Natasha was already ahead of everyone. 

“I knew that I had to chop off your dick many years ago. You’re just using and manipulating her into thinking that she is the one to blame, while you are the piece of shit responsible for it.” Using the fact that Nat caught John’s attention, you ran past him back on the second floor, locking yourself in the bathroom.

As soon as you ran away, it became messy, with screams and almost a fight between Bucky and John. Sam and Steve weren’t able to hold him anymore. He was so pissed, ready to wipe off this asshole’s smirk for the way he talked to you. 

Bucky was able to throw a punch before his teammates dragged him away and held John by his hands too. 

“You’re trying too hard to get into her pants, Barnes. She’s not worth it.” John laughed, and Bucky tried to escape again, only to be stopped by Natasha, who got sick of this childish behavior. 

“James, go find her." She started throwing orders. “Boys, get the trash out of the house.” Her perfect red nail pointed at John behind her back. “And you, go fuck yourself. You’re not getting near her ever again, I promise you this.” 

“Are you sure?” Bucky furrowed, not sure how you would react to his company. 

“Yes. You know that you can help her. We both know that.” She licked her lips, stepping closer to Bucky. “But if you ever hurt her, I swear to God, it’ll be your last day on earth, Barnes.”

You quietly slid down the wall, covering your mouth with your hand to muffle any sounds. Your heart was ripping apart, and you felt like you were going to faint. So stupid, so fucking stupid. The tears were rolling down your cheeks nonstop, and you just curled into yourself, crying and suffocating. It was probably your own fault that you hadn’t noticed everything earlier; it was obvious. John didn’t love you and didn’t care about you; he saw you as a possession and it made you sick thinking about every time he humiliated you.

It could be only a few minutes or a whole hour when you hear a soft nock on the door. Your whole body froze, waiting until the person went away. 

“Doll, it’s me.” Bucky. You felt the relief washing over your body, but you still refused to answer him or make any sound. “Doll, please, open the door. I know that you’re here. I just want to help you.” His calming and deep voice brought another wave of tears to your eyes. Bucky was always so gentle with you and it felt weird—you weren’t used to that treatment, especially from a man. 

You stayed quiet. Bucky tried to turn the handle on the door again, but it was closed, and you heard the muffled sound of his forehead touching the door. 

“Please, at least say something. Talk to me, Y/N. I need to know that you’re okay.” 

“Leave, Bucky.” You said between not stopping sobs. “I’ve already embarrassed myself enough.” 

Bucky's heart sank to his stomach from your words and the way you were crying there over the man who didn’t deserve a single drop of your tears. “Don’t say this, doll. The only person who embarrassed himself was Walker. You have nothing to be ashamed of, I promise. Just open the door, sweetheart.” You couldn’t resist anymore. And even though you hated the thought that Bucky would see you looking like this, you reached for the lock and opened it. 

He took a deep breath before stepping in and softly closing the door behind him. You looked so small, sitting on the floor in a ball, with your face hidden behind your hands and hair. Bucky kneeled in front of you, gently placing his hands on your wrists and pulling your hands away. He shook his head when you were avoiding his eyes and trying to stop crying, when your whole body was almost shivering with emotions and pain. 

Your eyes, cheeks, and nose were red, your face was wet with tears, and your mascara was slightly smudged.

“Oh, sweetheart.” He mumbled before stroking your hair with his left hand. Bucky’s movements were so slow and careful, as if he were trying not to scare you. “C’mere. And you shouldn't be sitting on the cold floor; you might get sick. ” Bucky himself sat on the floor near you before his other hand slipped under your legs and lifted you sideways onto his lap. 

When you felt two strong arms wrap around you, your body dissolved into his. Your face perfectly fit into the crook of Bucky’s neck, and you sobbed out loud. 

“Sh-h, that’s okay. You can cry if you want to, doll. Don’t hold it back. I’ve got you.” You shook your head, gripping his shirt in your fists. You tried to control yourself, but the way Bucky tried to calm you down and was so sweet made you even more emotional. 

You were crying, hidden between his neck and shoulder, while Bucky rocked you like a baby and kissed your head. His hands never left your body, creating a safe space and grounding you.

“I’m so stupid. I’m so fucking stupid. It’s my fault that it happened. I should’ve left a long time ago. I don't—I don’t know how it got so bad.” Your voice was weak and you couldn’t stop crying as the images from the night flushed through your mind. “I’m sorry for ruining your night, Bucky.”

“No. Don’t ever apologize for things like this, doll. None of this was your fault, you hear me?” Bucky took a deep breath as the rage began to form in him towards the coward who made you so unsure of yourself. "You are the sweetest person I have ever met, and I swear everyone on the team adores you. You didn’t deserve to be treated that way, and I'm so sorry that it happened to you. But you should know that we’re all on your side. If you let us, we’ll make sure that John won’t bother you again, sweetheart.”

“You’re so sweet.” You smiled through tears, gripping his shirt harder.

“Because that’s what you deserve. I won’t ever let anyone hurt you.” He mumbled into your hair, but it didn’t respond. Now that John didn’t control you anymore, you just didn’t know what to say or how to feel about the warmth that Bucky’s presence and words had given you. 

Bucky sat there with you, probably for another ten minutes, while you were calming down and your tears were slowly ending. After your crying session, you just felt exhausted; your body was aching and your eyes felt so heavy that you almost felt asleep on Bucky’s firm chest. 

“Hey, doll, don’t fall asleep here.” He slightly pulled you away when he felt that your breath started slowing down, ready for sleep. Bucky held your face with his right hand and gently tried to wipe your mascara. “You’ll stay in my room, okay? I won’t let you drive home in a taxi like that, and everyone else here is drunk. But first, we should take off your makeup. 

“What? No, I won't sleep in your room, it’s your place.” The cutest little frown appeared on your face and Bucky bit his lip to not make a comment about that. He helped you get up, still having a firm hand on your lower back, and walked you to the sink. “Oh my god, I look horrifying.” 

“Actually, you’re really cute. But we should take off your makeup. You can’t sleep like that and your eyes will hurt in the morning.” Bucky stepped to the side and opened the drawer. “Here is everything Nat has. Is there anything to wash your face with?” He curiously examined the bottles, reading the labels and frowning at the unknown words. 

You couldn’t hold back a small laugh at the confusion on his face and reached to take the right one, squeezing some product on your hand. Bucky had a small smile on his face, noticing that he was able to make you forget about John, at least for a few minutes. “Can I help you?” 

“You don’t have to.” 

“I want to.” Not breaking eye contact, Bucky took a new clean towel, wetted it, and gently placed his left hand on your neck while the right one wiped your makeup off. 

You froze at your place, studying Bucky’s face. He was so concentrated on his task that he probably didn’t even notice you staring. Your heart was beating too fast, and your skin was burning under his touch. You craved him, only now understanding how much your body and soul needed him. 

“You look so pretty without makeup.” Bucky smiled at you, and you couldn’t hold your own smile from forming on your lips. “Wait a second.” He stormed out of the room and returned in less than a minute with one of his t-shirts and a pair of sweatpants. “You can wear it. Now finish here, change your clothes, and you can go to sleep, okay?” As soon as Bucky got a nod from you, he smiled, placed a light kiss on your forehead, and left you alone in the bathroom, standing in front of the mirror with a smile on your face and butterflies in your stomach.

Bucky’s clothes smelled amazing, just like he always did. You spend a good minute with your face buried in the t-shirt that he gave you before finally putting it on. You looked at yourself in a mirror, feeling relieved and kind of happy for the first time in a while, until your phone on the counter buzzed with messages and you saw that someone texted you several times. 

Your heart sank in your stomach when you unlocked the phone, and your eyes started quickly reading the messages from John. 

Where the fuck are you? 

Come back now, or you’ll regret it, Y/N. 

I saw how Barnes run after you

Are you fucking with him?

I knew that you were just a whore

Can’t even keep your legs close, can you?

He’ll just use you, that’s everything you're good for anyway

Always played hard to get with me, but you’re just like any other bitch

Are you going to answer me? 

You’re really pissing me off right now

“Doll?” After sending Nat a message that you were okay and that you were going to sleep in his room, Bucky knocked on the door because you were too silent there, but you didn’t answer him. “Is everything okay? Can I come in?” He leaned closer to the door and still heard nothing. 

Bucky slightly pushed the door, and the first thing that he saw was you in his clothes. He almost made a comment, until his eyes shifted to your wet, teary face. Your hand with the phone in it was slightly shaking, while your gaze was glued to the screen. You didn’t even notice Bucky’s presence until he stepped closer to you and forced you to look at him with a hand on your face. 

“Hey-hey-hey, what happened, sweetheart? I left you a few minutes ago, and everything was fine. What’s going on?” The concern in his voice made you want to cry even harder. You hesitated for a few seconds, wondering whether you should show Bucky the text messages. What if he thinks the same? What if John’s right, and that’s everything Bucky wanted from you too? 

But the way he was looking at you, so genuinely worried, wiping your tears once again, made you give up. 

As soon as the phone was turned towards Bucky, you saw the instant change of emotions on his face. His brows furrowed, the blue eyes that were soft and caring before narrowed, and his jaw clenched. Bucky was filled with so much anger that he was ready to go after your ex and beat him up. Such a sweet and cute thing as you did not deserve to be treated this way or to hear such words directed at you. But Bucky knew that it was the wrong time to show his emotions; the last thing he wanted to do was scare you, so he just swallowed his anger, took the phone out of your hands, and put it in his pocket. 

"Please don’t listen to him. Don’t listen to a single word he’s saying, Y/N.” Bucky pulled you into himself, and you once again melted under his touch. His firm chest and tight grip around your shivering body made you feel safe. “You’re the sweetest fucking person ever. You’re everything that any guy could ever dream about. You deserve the whole world to be gifted to you, doll. He knows that he lost the best girl and now wants to hurt your feelings and boost his own ego.” Bucky started stroking your hair while mumbling reassuring words into your ear. “I want you to be strong. I want you to see in yourself what I see in you. Promise me that you’ll try. And I promise that I’ll help you.” You nodded against Bucky’s chest, now too emotional about his words. “Now let’s get you to bed, that’s enough for today.”

Bucky led you to his room, which was dark with only one nightstand lamp on. You’ve been here several times at other parties, but you've never really had time to look around. It was so… Bucky? Dark and comfy, with random books laying here and there, two coffee mugs, and his uniform on the chair. 

“Can you lay with me? At least until I fall asleep.” You whispered as you sat at the edge of the bed. How could he say no to you when you looked at him with those eyes? 

You got under the blanket, already feeling like you were about to fall asleep. Eyes heavy, body exhausted from the stress and all of the tears you’d cried today. Bucky climbed near you, lifting one arm as a suggestion for you to hug him. And you didn’t waste a second. You got closer to him, perfectly fitting under his arm, and wrapped your own hand around his waist. Bucky hesitantly touched your fingers on his stomach with his free hand, but you just went in and interlaced them.

“Thank you for everything, Bucky.” You mumbled against his shoulder, barely keeping yourself awake. “I– I wish everything went differently. I like you, you know that? I always did. But now I don’t know what to do.” You nuzzled deeper into him, listening to his steady heartbeat. 

“Well, then I am happy to even have a small chance. Everyone knows that I go crazy about you. But we’ll talk about it tomorrow, sweetheart. Now sleep, you had a long day.”

“Mhm… Just don’t leave me.”

“I won’t.” Bucky kissed your head, listening to you fall asleep. The only thing that he could think about was how he was going to make you his and shower you with all the love you deserved.

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[mvniro]

 . . . (🍷) ֶָ֢ 𔓘 BAD INFLUENCE, PLEASE PUT YOUR HANDS ON ME ; an osamu dazai fic. ❞

˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🍷 ꒱ . . . nope, sorry, no part two will be there.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🍷 ꒱ . . . tw ; fem!reader, troublemaker!dazai, richboy!dazai, nsfw, public sex, getting caught, dazai has a choking kink, food play, dry humping, going in rough, begging, dazai is a tease, needy!reader, needy!dazai, desperate!dazai, desperate!reader and that's all i remember.

there aren't 'two kinds' of people in the world to be frank. sure, the ideal includes having two different personalities which are a contrast to each other but those were the foundation upon which many branches were created from.

the 'good' and 'evil' are just the original trunks through which many branches sprouted -- all different in some way and similar in other ways.

the leaves of the branches stick together and that is what's normally referred to as a 'clique'.

dazai knows you and him are different people but he can't help but return the smile you offer him as he waves dismissively at the professor who is screaming at him for entering the class after fifteen minutes since it's start.

the brunette thinks the professor should be glad that he even decided to attend it and the reason why he did so is simple really, the teacher is in great luck to have you in his class because by now it was a known fact in the very back to the very front of dazai's brain that wherever you are, he will be too for even getting as much as a glance at you once is enough for him to be content for the entire day.

"sir is screaming at you." you point out in amusement, eyes trained to stay on the man who is now shooting daggers at dazai through his eyes but does the latter really care?

no, he doesn't. what he does care about and feels grateful for is the unexpected friendship --- no, rather it's an acquaintance type of relationship that you two share for the only time you two talk is in this specific class or sometimes outdoors as well if you two end up bumping into each other -- that he found himself developing with you.

"he can't make his wife scream so he does it instead." dazai joked to make you smile like he always does as soon as he enters the class, he likes to think you sit with him at the last bench in the last row is due to his ability of making these boring lectures fun by his side comments.

you snicker quietly as you shift to make space for him and he smiles at you, plopping down on the space next to you but making sure to be as close to you as possible.

"thanks sugar," he muttered to thank you for saving him a seat. this is why you like sitting next to him. to be as close as possible while making it look like it's natural, it's necessary.

dazai had this habit of placing his arm on the back of the chair and you had a habit of discreetly leaning on it a few minutes later after you make sure he is paying attention to the on going lecture. he then proceeds to rub his thumb on the space between your two shoulder blades and that would be the routine. well it used to be.

dazai's eyes glances downwards and even if this isn't his first time seeing you in a skirt, this is his first time seeing you in thigh high socks. the way the socks bring out the essence of your thighs out more has him gulping.

dazai is a man of power and of great patience but he is a human after all and humans are weak infront of their desires.

so he really shouldn't be blamed when he continued to cast his eyes downwards to observe in every detail of your thighs through your ridden up skirt. he gulps once as he is almost tempted to run his hand over your thigh but stops himself when he feels the professor looking at him.

straightening up immediately, the troublemaker smirks at the professor with a raised eyebrow as if asking him the reason of making dazai his centre of attention. said teacher sighed before shaking his head as he muttered something under his breath, probably curses at dazai.

"dude, what did you do to him? he seems to hate you with a passion." dazai tilts his head to look at you who mumbled, a amused smile playing at your lips as you stare up at him before cocking your eyebrows up.

"guess he can't stand seeing someone as good looking as me, hm sugar?" dazai grinned at you cockily and you felt your heart beat escalating, you hum as you glance at the professor to see his back turned towards the class as he looked at a stack of papers on his desk. you took the chance, looking at dazai and eyeing him before you cross one leg over the other as you know really well how the action would make your skirt ride up.

hook up culture isn't something you are fond of but one night with this man is all you ask for, like a virgin maiden had you opened your arms to the sky as you prayed to the entity above before taking this very big step.

you felt your heart beat a particular thrust which made even you acknowledge its beat when you make dazai's eyes trail down to ogle at your exposed midthighs and those thigh high socks which makes your thigh look oh so grabby.

the notorious man found himself leaning in closer towards you just a bit as he smirked charmingly and raised his hand to drum his fingers against your temple.

"or maybe that old bastard is scared of something else which he knows i am capable of doing." he whispered. you were about to turn your head to stare at the front again had it not been for his other hand which immediately your jaw to hold you in place.

"capable of doing what?" you whisper out as you realized you had no choice but to stare at him, dazai smirked as he winked.

"let's play a game? if you win, i'll tell what i'm talking about to you." he offered and the maiden always found herself tempted by the devil, you nod.

"good girl sugar. this class is boring anyway." he brings your hand towards his cheek and leans on it and you playfully scoff, giving your professor a scared glance to see him not noticing what you two are up to, you look at dazai,

"oh hush now, not everyone is a genius like you dude. some of us actually gotta study like hell." you playfully poke his cheek.

dazai shrugs as he chuckled before leaning down to get something from his bag, you curiously peek at what's in his hand and seeing you do so, dazai decided to help you by opening his palm and you raised your eyebrows in curiosity and wonder when you noticed a pack of gummies in his hand. you look up at him, face painted in amusement and confusion and oh, how did he stop himself from leaning in and kissing your lips right now? even he isn't aware but he has always been a man of great self control and pretence.

dazai only grins to cover up the urge to bite his lip and thoughts which are urging him to push you on your knees right now and have you take him, even the thought itself makes him poke his inner cheek with his tongue while he tears the packet open and picks up one of the gummies between his index finger and thumb before he extended his hand to push it past your soft glossed lips as he lets the pad of his index finger linger a little on your upper lip to feel it's softness before he pulls his hand back to himself and smiled innocently as if he isn't imagining choking you on his dick.

he side glanced at the front of the class to make sure no preying eyes are being entertained, leaning near your ear to breath out and let his hot breath collide with the shell of your ear, dazai feels ecstatic to see you try to cross your legs discreetly. "is it good?"

the words sound lewd to you as you repeat the three words but imagine yourself in a completely different scenario, the tricks played on you by your inciting fervor for the male sitting next to you. you gulp before nodding.

dazai slumps down on his seat as he placed his arm around your shoulder to bring you a bit closer to him, his hands gripping your forearm and he whispered,

"say whatever you want to but isn't this class just a little too boring?" he whispered near your ear, a smirk on his face and if possible, said smirk only became more cocky when you nodded immediately as if not even aware of your own actions.

the gummy swirled in your mouth and you could feel it's flavor bursting into your tongue but all you could focus on was the desk infront of you as you realised that if you tried to move a bit, you could be against dazai's body. his words are a blur but his voice is prominent as always.

teasing, seductive and hot.

"why don't we play a game? i'll give you your answers if you win and i'll have a source of entertainment in this boring class, okay? see, this is a win win situation for the both of us." dazai shrugged, feigning innocence but when you nodded, he couldn't help but smirk devilishly.

devilishly in the sense that when you turned your head to look at him and you saw him staring down at you, the smirk on his face made you shiver as it made you realize how powerless you are against him and his intellect.

"the one to give up first loses." is all he said, didn't bother to explain the rules as he thought it would be better to show you how the game is played. because something about the fact of having you trust him without knowing what he has in store for you is addicting and pleasurable. to have you trust him blindly makes him feel giddy.

dazai picked a gummy from the packet and after a glance to the front to make sure no one is looking as you two are still in a classroom, he places the gummy on his collarbone before grinning at you.

"eat it." he mumbled. you widened your eyes for how is this man sane when he is asking to play this game which could be seen as nothing but sexual in a classroom full of students? doesn't matter if you two are situated at the very back of the class and the taller students sitting infront are towering and hiding you two barely.

"you must be joking." you muttered but all dazai did was shake his head, a cocky grin on his face.

"i can assure you that i am really not joking right now. what, you scared?" dazai teased and if possible, the cockiness dripping from his grin only increased as he looked down at you from his position.

you scoffed as you raised your eyebrows at him, you quickly looked at the front to make sure no one is looking before you leaned towards his neck. dazai snickered, the way you anxiously made sure no one would look behind was too adorable for his heart to not squeeze in fondness. he hooked his finger under his collar before pulling on it to make his collarbone and skin more visible and available for you.

you gulped as you leaned near the gummy and parted your lips which came in contact with his skin and dazai shuddered at the feeling. even though the touch was barely felt, it still has an effect on dazai who closed his eyes when he felt your lips press against his skin more as you gently bit on the gummy, leaning back with the gummy between your teeth had given you the opportunity to look at the way dazai's chest slightly heaved up and down and the furrow of his eyebrows.

as he opened his eyes and tilted his head with a smirk, you ate the gummy while taking another one from the packet and looking down your body as you tried to think of a spot which would get him just as flustered as you but then you pause, sparing a glance at the man who continued to watch you contemplate with a mocking pout on his face and you wonder, is it possible to make the dazai osamu flustured?

with a defeated sigh, you place the gummy on top of your thigh high in such a way that half of the gummy laid on your bare thigh skin and the other half on your sock.

you did not, even in your dreams, ever expect the man who could walk and have the trail of footsteps he left be crystallized and worshipped, to bite his bottom lip while a slight and and faint blush leaves its stamp on his cheeks.

"if you keep on staring, the lecture will be over soon." you taunt but in a playful fashion due to not being able to sit still under his intense and trance like gaze and dazai knew his actions and their effects on you.

"what a tease." he muttered as he extended his hand to pinch your thigh while leaning down leisurely and as his tongue passed his lips to swipe the gummy off your thigh, his hand slipped between your thighs to grab a handful of your flesh and squeeze it -- all just to elicit a very faint whimper from you which would reach only his ears.

"you really shouldn't be the one to utter that." you mumble, clearing your throat as you pull the gummy from his lips and twisted it between your fingers before you toss it in your mouth, covering your mouth with the back of your palm as you looked at the front just in time as the professor looked back and he, upon seeing dazai stare at you while biting his lip as he tried to restrain a smile from spreading onto his lips, shook his head.

it's not like he can actually correct the behavior of the brunette who comes from a family under whose feet money and people alike falls.

money speaks volumes to the public more than education ever did after all.

"what are you so scared for?" dazai began as he proped his elbow on the desk and leaned on it, staring at you with an obnoxiously attractive and smug grin but when you do not look nor speak to him in fear of getting caught by the professor, dazai puffs his cheeks a bit before he picks another gummy from the packet.

he shoved the packet into his pocket before he leaned forwards, a grin comparable to a mischievous child on his face as he drops the gummy between your breasts and he leans in to immediately scoop it between his teeth as well as moving his hand to grip your thigh again.

the reaction elicited was one dazai would remember and smile over for days for how could he not when you jumped slightly in your seat when you felt the gummy dropping on your chest and immediately feeling his breath on your skin, the way you looked down at the back of his head with widened eyes when you felt him lick a strip towards the gummy, you felt your legs clenching had it not been for the hand of his which is holding your one thigh and not letting it squeeze against the other -- for dazai needed to know what his limitations laid.

but what he did not know is there are no limitations you hold when it comes to dazai for how could you when your free leg crossed over the one dazai was holding so that he has no choice but to sit for the entirety of the lecture with his hand between your legs.

dazai raised his slender fingers to hook around and pull down on your top, he nibbled the top of your breast where the gummy laid before picking it up between his teeth and as he sat straight, the cocky smirk he showed wasn't meant for you but for the professor who was discreetly looking at you two and curling his fingers into fists, what a bad influence you are dazai.

"don't try to ignore me, you are breaking my heart and making me loose faith in romance." dazai scoffed playfully, faux sadness on the pout he displayed and you looked at him with the same playfulness he carried as you mockingly pouted too.

"why aren't you dead yet?" you teased and watched as the man let out a small and breathy whine, taking advantage of this playful and comfortable mood between you two to get even closer, laying his head on your shoulder and tilting his head to brush his lips against your neck which made you shudder.

"if sir catches us and if i get in trouble, i will make sure you pay for it." your warning is nothing but a joke and he knows it but even if it wasn't, it wouldn't have been much of a problem for he knows what words to use to make you go all shy and giggly.

"you won't get in trouble sugar. i'll make sure of it. but it's amusing how you are scared of sir catching us rather than focusing on the fact that a guy is extremely close to you to do whatever he wants to." dazai breathed out and watches how after his breath hitting your skin makes it a tourist destination for goosebumps.

in response, you squeeze his hand (still sandwiched between your thigh he is gripping and the back of the other one) hardly but it only makes him hum as he parted his lips to let his tongue out and moisten his plush, bottom lip.

"not afraid?" dazai whispers. you shake your head as your eyes fall on him and you smile.

"you don't give me a reason to be." you whisper out as it felt right to be quiet in such a vulnerable moment shared and when you looked into his eyes, how were you supposed to look away from this man who makes everything so breathtakingly beautiful whenever he is doing it?

"good, let's keep it that way." dazai mumbled yet his eyes fell on your lips and you knew he shared the same thoughts, desperation and feelings with you. you knew you aren't the only one feeling suffocated from not being able to just lean forwards and capture his lips in a kiss.

dazai's lithe fingers slipped into his pockets and into the gummy packet from which he picked one and raised it towards your lips, your eyes shakily followed as you tried not to make your unstable respiration visible but when has something ever been hidden from the man who is the master of hiding?

your lips part as dazai gently pushed half of the gummy into your mouth and when you tried to look to the front to make sure if anyone had turned to look at you two, you found your movements restricted by the man whose hand came to grab your jaw while the other (still sandwiched between your thighs) squeezed your thigh.

you let out a confused hum and to hear more noises leaving the temple of your mouth for dazai to worship is his wish as a human bounded by his desires, to have the maiden kiss his feet after he fulfills her wish is his desire as the devil, lulling you into him. so why won't he do what he did when his hand which was grabbing your jaw pulled you forwards and he tilted his head a bit to take the other half of the gummy between his teeth.

his hand immediately left your jaw to grab both of your hands and place it on his crotch, pushing them down onto it and letting you feel as his cock hardens a bit under your palms. the intensity of the situation making your eyes close shut.

a breathy whimper leaves your lips and it makes dazai hiss as he presses your palms harder onto his crotch and as a result, you squeeze his hand tighter between your thighs in an attempt to cross your legs and not feel how his actions are affecting your cunt and hormones.

"dazai osamu." the name called in a very cold and strict tone is what made you to immediately pull back. much to dazai's displeasure as he made sure to keep your hands still above his crotch and with a bored gaze, turned to look at the professor.

"yes sir, how may i help you?" his voice is overcoated with sugar and sickening honey as he blinks innocently yet the grin on his face just makes it clear how 'innocent' he actually is. dazai stares into the professor's eyes, not shying away from making direct eye contact.

you, on the other hand, gulp when you notice most of the class turning their heads to look back at you and you just hope they don't find this position weird or suspect anything as dazai refuses to leave your hands, instead, he guides your hands to squeeze his dick and your breath almost hitched at the small and barely audible whine he let out. does money make one so brave or does he truly have, like he claimed, a trick up his sleeve which makes him one step superior to the professor?

you try to appear normal and not flustured but how can you when the constant movements of the man's hand makes your own to squeeze down on his cock and the way his thighs jerk or he lets out short intake of breaths meant to show how much pleasure he is gaining from all this is constantly reaching you, so, how can you appear normal?

"please do stay back after class and let's have a small tea party." the professor speaks sarcastically and his words weren't meant for you, you knew yet still your ears burned in shame when the class snickered or straight up giggled but so did dazai.

dazai giggled sweetly, pretending to be flattered and shy as he replied back, "my my, is this a date between us two sir?"

you look down to try to muffle the snicker that was to leave your lips at the humorous words of the man and the sight of you being affected by his words like he hoped to, made dazai's heart fuzzy and and his cocky smile to widen.

so it really isn't much of a surprise when dazai is seen happily making his way to the professor's office, behind said authority figure, but what is surprising is you walking alongside dazai. you aren't in trouble and your professor made that much clear when he told you he had a departmental meeting to attend and wouldn't trust dazai in his office alone. as a fairly well performing student and sometimes making small talks and jokes with the professor, he thought you will make a good choice (also considering that you are one of the few people the troublemaker seems to get along with) to be the one to supervise over dazai and said troublemaker was overly ecstatic too with the professor's choice.

however, you weren't. not even in the slightest to be asked to stay back after lectures and you made it known to the joyful troublemaker next to you by walking with slumped shoulders and furrowed eyebrows which said troublemaker found adorable.

but he couldn't have you sulking, can he?

so dazai takes a step closer to you and at the same time wrapped his arm around your waist to pull you closer, your eyes widening in surprise; flattered, and it made his heart flutter when you let out an almost inaudible gasp as you feel his fingers teasingly lift the hem of your skirt, dazai almost giggled but to stop himself from doing so and risking the professor looking back at you two, he tilted his head down to nuzzle his face against the crook of your neck and then he smiled, in your shade.

"you don't look pleased. am i that displeasing for you to look so bothered?" his words were provocation and he knew you didn't know of so and this is why he continued on with this act when you furrowed your eyebrows and looked at him ; you shook your head as you felt panick begin from your toes and raise towards your lower abdomen, you looked down at his hand on the side of your thigh as it played with the hem of your skirt and when the panick reached till your chest, you grabbed his hand and clasped it tightly as you looked at him, eyes wild in panick.

panick of loosing this tension created and of things going back to the way they were because you really can not tolerate going back to being casual deskmates after playing such a dangerous game which had desire and self control as its two rules.

dazai felt the ends of his lips curl up into a satisfied grin when he stared right into your eyes and watched you bringing his hand towards your mouth -- towards your lips specifically and he practically leaned on his toes when he felt the faintest touch of your lips on his hand before you pulled his hand more near and bit the skin of the backside of his palm.

dazai, in return, bit his lip as he looked away with a smile and when you freed his hand from your grip, he looked down at the pink skin and teeth mark left by you and smirked.

he leaned his head on your shoulder again and this is when you mumbled , "someone was being all cocky and saying they wouldn't let me get in trouble. what happened to that?"

dazai snickered quietly at the teasing tone and hummed, tilting his head up to slightly lick your jaw before he whispered against it, "isn't trouble worth it if it's with me?"

when you do not reply but only look at him with a cocked eyebrow, dazai puffed out his cheeks yet again to let his displeasure be known as now he sulked, yet unlike him, you didn't try to make any efforts in making him feel better.

"i hope you don't hold me asking you to stay here after lectures against me --" your professor began and you immediately separated from dazai, nodding at the man and the way you took a step forwards to listen to your professor better had dazai poking his inner cheek with his tongue, not liking it at all.

for when the devil sees one fearing his own kind more than him, he feels humiliated, challenged.

dazai osamu never liked feeling second to someone else but he stays put and doesn't do anything except glare at your back and if only you could turn your head to look at the ferocious glare he has, maybe you would drop on your knees right there and then and maybe he knew it too and this is why he continued to glare at you yet a cocky smirk slowly crept to his lips like a snake slithering towards its unsuspecting prey.

"i will be back in thirty minutes or before, please keep an eye on that troublemaker and i'll make sure to give you extra credit for this." your professor promised and who were you to refuse?

the maiden found shelter in the priest and his vows yet a shelter is different from a home.

a home.

dazai.

no one else.

. . . is it understood?

maybe it was your naivety to not notice or find anything wrong with dazai's unusual quietness as you two entered the professor's office.

or maybe you knew it damn well and still decided to go for it because the maiden grew greedy and wanted more, to make a deal with the devil.

dazai's sharp eyes followed when you sat on the leather chair next to him and he watched your eyes scanning over the office before you hummed, impressed.

yet he also watched the stack of papers on the professor's desk which caught your attention and how you immediately approached it while saying something along the lines of, "these must be the class test papers. do you want to see your paper too?"

"not really, go ahead." dazai muttered lowly and he felt his finger twitch when you only hummed. is his voice not seductive? why are you being so nonchalant?

did you ever wonder why the devil approached the pure maiden? maybe it is the devil that got seduced and not the other way around and maybe this is why the devil wanted to make a deal with the maiden so he could keep her all for himself.

you leaned down a bit on the desk as you searched for your paper among the many others and found it after a great deal of effort being used and this made you a bit tired to have to go through all the different papers to find your's and then arrange them back in the pile. you looked down at your paper with a slight excitement mixed with a slight anxiety but when your eyes fell on your mark, you raised your eyebrows in awe.

not bad. most of your answers were correct but they weren't what you were interested in, you were more interested in seeing the ones you got wrong and so to make yourself more comfortable, you leaned on the desk.

dazai gritted his teeth and looked away when he saw your breasts being squished between the glossed wooden table and your body and slowly, oh so slowly, his eyes trailed to your lower body to see your skirt riding up (due to leaning and practically laying on the table).

dazai stared long enough to make out the colour of your panties and if he stared a bit more, he could make out the outline of your cunt and he did. for if he hadn't, then he wouldn't have seen the wet patch on it and gotten the courage to do what he did next.

dazai knew it was too weird for you to not have any effect because of his flirting but now that it is clear you were only putting on an act of nonchalance to hide your obvious reaction to him, he felt his deflating ego rising from the bottom to take lead of him again.

like an eagle, he stood up from the chair he was sitting on to approach you and made his presence very obvious to you. your breath refused to leave your windpipe when you could easily make out dazai's crotch pressing against your ass, his legs on your's and when he leaned down, you could feel his chest against your waist.

your hands holding your quiz paper shook slightly and he smirked upon seeing so as he raised one hand to run it down your back.

"show it to me, sugar." dazai muttered lowly against your ear and lord, oh lord, the gravel tone he spoke in made you want to beg him to take you at the very moment but self restraint is a humorous thing and it won't let you submit till it broke in half.

you do not reply but lick your lips which suddenly got really dry, shakily raising your hands to let him have a clear view of your paper and you looked down, staring at the desk you are inappropriately laying on.

"next page," dazai ordered when the first page showed no incorrect answers and when you failed to listen to him, he gently pinched the back of your thigh which made you to slightly jerk forwards at the unexpected action yet what followed it was his crotch being pressed against your ass.

you whimpered at the touch as the more he pressed his crotch against you, the more you felt the wet patch of your panties rubbing against your wet folds.

"hey, i asked you to do something so why won't you? wasn't i clear?" he hissed down next to your ear and you wondered why is he so worked up?

but how would you know when your forehead is pressed against the desk and your forehead is all sweaty? how would you know how his eyes didn't even glance up to see you pathetically trying to turn the page with shaky fingers and failing.

"what are you even gonna do after seeing it? you don't look even a bit interested in it." you try to speak but your voice comes out as a whine which makes dazai close his eyes. he hummed, moving his hips back before he pushed his crotch against you again to elicit the sound from you one more time. he felt as if didn't hear it right, didn't savour it right the first time.

"what are you --" you mumble when he humped against you again but soon found yourself missing the touch and rhythmic thrust when he stopped and the way his hard on cock could be felt between your ass cheeks.

"-- no, please don't stop." you begged softly and with such fragility that it was evident how your arousal and attraction towards the man behind you is playing with your mind. but when the man only snickered, refusing to move and fulfill your wishes, you took matters into your own hands and pushed your ass against his crotch.

as he hissed, you were made very aware of the hard and clothed dick pushing your skirt and panties between your folds and it made you let out another needy whine

you hide your face against your arms, forehead pressed on the desk after dazai grabbed the paper from your hands and carelessly tossed it on the stack of other papers ; he humped against you again and released a deep breathy sigh.

"ah . . . fuck, fuck, fuck." dazai cursed lowly under his breath as each curse was accompanied by a thrust which left him breathless, his throat felt dry while your legs felt hot and so did your core. you had to spread your legs for him but you didn't find the energy to do so and neither did dazai who has no greater urge then to rip your skirt off but all he could do at the hands of the one who now has him in captivity, is to let out whimpers and curses as he pathetically dry humped against you.

why he felt at such a loss of energy could be explained with great simplicity, really. he felt so because he is in a great state of euphoria, more then what his body and heart could handle and so he feels overwhelmed.

"please, please let me -- ahh, please? fuck, gotta fuck you. need to feel your preety pussy sucking me in, please let me sugar. please." needily he whined as he leaned down even more to bury his face against your neck and whisper against it. his pleas were answered with you grinding against him as short breaths, gasps and whines were all that left the castle of your mouth and through your lips.

though he isn't dazai if he doesn't turn the odds to his favors soon.

"let me fuck you? gotta fuck you. maybe then you'll realise what you did wrong." he rapsed but as if it's a secret between you both, you and dazai knew he wasn't referring to the quiz paper but to something else which was revealed with his next action.

and it seemed like he wanted a verbal answer for your nod had no effect on him and didn't push him to go through with his next course of actions.

dazai's lithe fingers found access under your skirt and he ran the back of his index finger along the plush of your ass while he whispered, "why don't you cling to me instead of that old professor sugar?"

his voice was between a whine and a growl and it only made you to grip the edge of the table at the tone he spoke in only made you aware of your own needy state.

"come on, you know i'm better than he could ever be, right?" dazai whined against your neck and to get a response from you other than the short breaths you let out, he nibbled at your skin while at the same time, in perfect coordination, his hands moved towards the waistband of your panties as he pulled it and stopped, eyes looking down at the table you are squished on with wrath,

"gonna fuck you on this table yeah? old hag needs to know he isn't better than me," dazai tilted his head up towards your ear as he whispered out, "and definitely not a better choice for you." he licked your earshell.

the movement of his crotch rutting against your ass stopped as he moved a bit back only to smile arrogantly when you whined out loud, hooking your ankle around his in a pathetic and quick attempt to stop him from taking a step back.

"please . . ." you opened your eyes and leaned up to look back at him, sweat drops forming on your forehead and lips almost swollen from how hard you were biting down on it, ". . . fuck me. put your hands all over me dammit!" you whined, irritated at the lose of touch.

"yeah? why should i?" dazai raised his eyebrows as he stared down at you for a few seconds before he crumbled, his arrogance being bullied around by his arousal and he found himself leaning forwards to grab your breast, squeezing it harshly as a demand for a response.

". . . please, please? fuck, please, i just need to -- you can't do this to me after riling me up so much . . . hah, seriously? fuck. stop looking at me like that." you mumbled because your arousal froze when you stared at his brown pupils, the ones bearing many secrets and plans, many fortunes and tragedies and how on earth can even lust bow down to admire someone's beauty?

the way his hair sticked to his sweaty forehead and he stared at you with an obnoxiously arrogant smirk yet the pink dust spreading onto his cheeks gave it away how he, with an overbearing beauty, is affected by his hormones and feelings and emotions and lust and why aren't you playing along with him so he could just fuck you?

no. he don't want to just fuck you. when the one who never had anything handed to him with love finds someone he wants to invest his love in, no matter in which shape or form it is in, he won't be satisfied with normality.

he will torture you and himself till he gets what he wants.

for who do you think he is? isn't he the one who walks so even the demi-gods and goddesses can admire and feel envious for feeling threatened and admiration for a mere mortal whose ecstacy comes from being in situations where his heart accelerates and he is hanging on the thin line between life and death.

"why should i when this is how you look at me during lectues?" dazai breathed out and his raspy tone could ascend you to the deepest pits of pleasure and then push you to the cliff of greed and desperation for more. dazai who still has your breast between his fingers, squeezed it as he glared down at you, "always looking at me so prettily and giving that old hag more of a chance to pick on me --"

he leaned a bit towards you as he extended his other hand to twirl your hair strand, "-- do you do it on purpose? knowing i won't focus on shit?" dazai muttered lowly, voice seductive and smooth like honey flowing through a honey comb and luring a man towards its, hiding its danger behind its tempting look.

"that's not my problem." you scoff yet the arrogance laying in your eyes at the sudden fact is not something he will let go so easily.

dazai pulled on your hair to pull you closer before he peppered small kisses along the curve of your jaw, you felt his lips extremely close to your own but before you could feel even the lightest touch of his lips on your own -- he moved back.

"then you being a needy mess isn't my problem as well." he squeezed your breast again before leaving it but before he could pull his hand back to himself, you grabbed his wrist, pulling his hand towards your breasts again. he could feel your legs shaking as you looked at him with a slight frown, desperate to do anything to please him so he could do so in return. this chance won't be coming again and so it should not be wasted at all.

dazai's hand grabbed the flesh of your breast, continuing to squeeze it and with each squeeze, the next one got prominently rougher and harder while he stared into your eyes. something about the sweatbeads on your forehead, bottom lip being sucked in as you pursed your lips and bit them and the especially tempting,  pure and desperate flashing in your eyes had his breath increasing greatly.

and a few and very dragged out seconds, dazai lets out a shaky and frustrated breath before his hands left your breast and hair strand to grab the curve of your body and turned you around so you were once again facing the table. dazai leaned forwards to hide his face against your neck while one of his hands left their initial position to slither down towards under your skirt to your ass.

"you are being such a brat. why are you being a brat? can't you just be good for me sugar? let me fuck you like a good girl?" he whined out and as his frustrations grew by the way he seemed to torture only himself by teasing you, dazai gently bit your neck and you hissed out at the sudden action but with each second passing, the intensity and force in his bites increased till he was biting you hard enough to leave his teeth marks.

you shuddered a bit when you felt his index finger drag down your ass till it reached the waistband of your panties, his cold fingers provided an oddly addicting sensation but it soon disappeared when he pulled your panties down and let them pool by your ankle. and he impatiently grinned against you again, this time, however, the only thing separating his clothed cock from your bare ass is your skirt.

his sneaky hands found a path between his quick and continuous humping to pull your skirt up to your waist. he stared down at your ass with a hungry stare and he would've loved to go on his knees and just have a taste had it not been you fueling his sexual frustration and neediness with the way your whimpers and soft whines only accelerates his frustration further and his frustration pours the spotlight on the growing arousal he needs to get relieved of now or else he won't be able to feel the same pleasure he could feel at this moment if he tried to pleasure himself later, he knew.

"fuck, be a good girl already sugar so I can just fuck you already." dazai whined loudly, pulling down at the sleeve of your top to move his lips against your shoulder to plant a soft kiss before he parted his lips to let his teeth sink into your shoulder, biting it hard. you yelped.

was this not your breaking point with the way his teeth teased you and brought you pain yet the humping against your naked ass brought you pleasure? the heat from his body behind your's and the slight shake of his body with each whine and whimper he released only made you break further. and you did.

your head was buried between your arms on the desk as you loudly begged, "please please please -- ah, i need you, I want you, please!" you raised your voice in sexual frustration.

the man behind you who played a dangerous game by playing with your and his lust finally felt satisfied and hence why he was quick to unbuckle his belt with the flick of his hand down the buckle of the belt.

you raised your head and looked over your shoulder, licking your lips as you began to rub your thigh together and watched him pull his belt out and as much as dazai enjoyed watching the fat of your ass move with your leg movements, he could not let you pleasure yourself -- not when he is there.

he raised his knee to push it between your thighs and to stop your movements and you pouted again, as you stared at him but he had no mercy as he took his belt and leaned forwards to wrap it around your stomach and pull it along your back, tying it and gripping the leftover part in his palm.

you saw him pull down his zipper with haste before he pulled his jeans and boxers down to his knees. he used the belt he tied around your waist and stomach as a controlled of sorts, jerking it to tell you to look forwards and he leaned in, placing his hand on the edge of the desk and next to your hips.

with the other hand, he grabbed his cock and stroked and pumped it thrice (you knew cause your eyes refused to leave him and devour in the sight of him), he guided the tip wet with precum towards your inner thigh and rubbed it against it twice.

"'i'm sorry! sorry! sorry! please dazai, don't be like that. fuck me! fuck me!" you whined out loud and dazai snickered at the way you were so fucked up by his teasing that you didn't even realize you were apologizing to please him when the situation isn't even asking for it. he could feel his cock twitch at your willingness to please and flatter him.

"yeah? you are? not gonna be a brat now, are we?" dazai taunted but at the moment even his taunts are so sexy to hear so you comply, nodding.

"yeah, i'll be good. promise, dazai! for real!" you whine again as you feel him increase the pace of rubbing his tip against your inner thigh. dazai hummed as he spreaded your cheek with one hand and grabbed his cock again, pushing it against your inner labia to collect some of your juices to guarantee a smooth entrance for him and mostly you.

"yeah? but sugar don't you realize where we are right now? what if sir walks in?" dazai smirked as he raised his eyes to stare at you staring at him with wide eyes and a pout as you shook your head quickly, arching your back and trying to push your ass against his crotch but he stopped you by pulling at the belt again.

"we will be quick! trust me, please? i will go mad if you don't touch me right now." your whines, the more he heard, the more he desired to hear more.

dazai fauxed hesitance as he looked at you with faux uncertainty but you knew of the act he is putting on immediately as his actions heavily contrasted his words ; he slowly pushed only the tip of his dick inside your hole.

"i mean i'm up for it sugar but what if we get caught? you'll get in trouble too." he teased, mocked your patience even when he saw how transparent his lack of care for getting himself or you in trouble is, he has the sources to get out of trouble anyway so why would he be afraid?

he warned but then why is the danger himself lurking closer to your breasts before slithering upwards towards your neck as if poison spreading through your veins?

but then again has temptation and lust ever been less dangerous than actual poison? one who kills you physically or one who messes with you mentally and emotionally and then physically?.

temptation has always been the devil's strong weapon, his pride and his charm.

"but didn't --" oh the man whose fingertips spreads temptation and adulterous thoughts into your head, why would you not even let the girl infront of you, bending for you, to complete her sentence?

rudely thrusting into you to break a moan out of your vocal chord is what he did and hiding your face in your arms is what you did.

"were you saying something sugar?" dazai smirked, you know he did cause it was evident with the edge of arrogance in his words but you took advantage of not being able to look at his face to speak up or else you would've surely stuttered and stumbled on your own words.

"for someone claiming they won't let me get in trouble, you are awfully going back on your own words a lot of tim -- dazai!" you yelp out his name but surely you'll wonder later if your words weren't what dazai seemed as interesting for he intrupted you everytime with a thrust.

but this one had you screaming out his name ; bare and skin to skin, warmth and wetness, clamping down and penetrating were all simulations you two felt at once.

"yeah? welllll," he dragged on, wetting his bottom lip with his tongue before he jerked the belt and pushed on your back to make it into a perfect arch and began thrusting at a rapid pace after dragging out his teasing for too long and he rasped out in between, "guess i gotta keep my word. can't go back on them now, right sugar?"

dazai asked but when he didn't get any reply other then filthy moans from you, he tutted in what seemed like faux disappointment though its hard to hear his voice over your pleasure filled one.

his hand went down to graze and grab your knee before he pushed it up on the desk, leaning his head near your neck again to whimper against it while pounding into you.

his cock penetrated in and out of your walls before but this new position had given him an opening to graze the tip against the one spot which made your b shiver upon it being disturbed but once you didn't feel the head of his cock grazing against the spot as he pulled back (before thrusting in again just two seconds later), you found yourself missing it and so, you tried to meet his thrusts ; you moved your hips back at the same time as he thrusted forwards. a breathy moan left you as you digged your nails on your elbows (due to having your arms folded on top of the desk).

"fine, if you won't answer me then make sure to scream my name out as loud as you can." he muttered in between whimpers and whines, he could feel sweat drops dripping down his back and forehead, the way your walls sucked his dick in as if promising to not settle for anything other then drowning it. this is what lead to his quick thrusts as he wanted to feel the feeling again and soon.

the desk began to move with each movement and if only you were conscious and rational enough to worry about the stack of quiz papers falling down, you would've raised your head to look at it and would also be curious to look back and that's when you could've seen the hand holding onto the belt around your waist and how tightly he was holding the ends. hard enough to turn his knuckles white.

your eyes barely stay open as you feel dazai tug you closer using the belt around your waist and you probably heard him take a step forwards as well but you aren't sure when his hand reached down towards your core to push against your inner thigh, making you spread your legs a bit more.

your eyes close and you rely on your other senses as your hardened nipples find pleasure in the friction created by your clothed breasts moving against the desk with every thrust dazai makes.

over your own pleasure filled voice, it is hard to hear anything else but due to the close proximity and dazai's lips moving against your skin, you felt and somewhat barely heard his whimpers and unstable intakes of breaths.

the hand on your inner thigh slithered upwards when he felt his balls tightening and your walls clamping around him even tighter to the point the man felt his knees growing weak.

dazai let out a shuddering breath as he leaned his chest against your back, squeezing you against him and the desk as his fingers traced around your wet outer labia.

"dazai!" a scream ripped through your throat when you felt it clearly ; the way his cock hitted your g-spot. your scream made him caress your outer labia using a bit of force, your back arched and dazai's lips peppered kisses along your neck and shoulder, pulling down on your top sleeve using his teeth to continue marking your shoulder with his bite marks.

dazai's eyes rolled back as your walls squeezed him tighter with each hard thrust to your g-spot and he stopped pushing and tracing your outer labia. he raised his hand and head to look at the glossy coating on his fingers and with a smirk, he brought his finger near his lips before smearing your juice all over his lips and licking it.

a high pitched moan left his lips as he tilted his head back at the way he is teasing himself. closing his eyes to hear the erotic sound of his dick slamming in and out of your wet cunt, his balls hitting against your ass with each slam and your moans and whines -- this all pushed him over the edge more but he wasn't satisfied with this much and wanted more so, dazai traced his hand along his chest before raising it towards his neck and slightly choking himself.

he raised his head to look at your fucked out stare and still arched back, a very faint red blush began to spread on his cheeks as his eyes narrowed. curling his toes and digging his nails in the base of his shoes to obtain any kind of stability, he began to move even faster and you chocked on your moans.

"can't really let you cum here sugar. you'll ruin the professor's desk." dazai smirked and relished when your breath hitched and you shook your head, loudly begging.

"no! please no! don't be so mean to me dazai!"

"but i am only being considerate of our professor sugar." dazai snickered and you had to bite down on your lip before you parted them to speak out again,

"w-what a mean guy! you don't even kiss me but say all kinds of romantic things! you go around teasing me but when i try to do the same, you act like a fucking virgin. i make you loose focus in class? yeah as if --" you stop to moan as he licked a spot on your neck before sucking on it,

"-- what about you and your sneaky touches? always teasing me! making me so worked up and hot. and now when you are finally fucking me, you deny me of my orgasm!" you squeal when dazai pulled hard on the belt and all the while, his thrusts never once lost their velocity.

"you wanna kiss me sugar? i am a mean guy tho." dazai teased and squeezed his neck a little harder, moaning lowly at the pleasure surging through his body.

"yeah." you moan out as you decide you can't reply with a witty remark as you feel the knot of pleasure being pulled in two directions ; one by dazai's dick and the other by the rubbing of your squeezed breasts against the desk.

"soon. yeah? gonna kiss you really soon and really good." dazai uttered a promise and once again dropped his face against your neck, abandoning the belt to wrap both of his arms around your waist and under your stomach to lift your ass up a bit for even more easy access as he panted.

one thrust to your g-spot had sparkles flying inside your entire body. your knot of pleasure was reaching its limit as he pulled at it even more.

the other thrust made him gasp as your walls squeezed down hard onto him.

the third thrust made the desk to inch forward, rocking it and along with it you felt the friction hitting your hardened yet clothed nipple and it spreaded a very raw ounce of pleasure behind your chest and towards your back, making it arch.

the knot grew weaker and weaker and was barely holding on.

the last thrust was followed by him whimpering out your name and your knees went weak, you would've fallen on your knees if it weren't for him holding you up.

the knot broke and cum flowed down his dick making it hard for him to thrust in and out without his dick slipping out and so he stopped to allow you both to catch your breaths.

". . . can i kiss you now?" dazai slowly mumbled when he felt you calming down from your high and a hiss left your lips when he pulled his still hard dick out of your hole.

you chuckle breathlessly, "lord, you are unbelievable."

yet you still try to support yourself on your arms before realizing dazai still has his arms wrapped around you and so he lifted you before turning you around.

your back hits the desk, cum dripping down your thigh yet your focus is on his still hard dick even when dazai cupped your jaw in his palm and raised it to capture your lips in his, your eyes immediately shut close yet your hands travel down to grab his dick, stroking it once using your index finger as if to feel it.

this had dazai gasp against your lips. you wrap your hands around his dick before beginning to pump it and dazai shows his appreciation to your action by moving his hips as well, thrusting into your hands.

you part your lips when you feel him part his but you are taken by a pleasant surprise when instead of letting his tongue explore your mouth, he tilts his head in such an angle that he can nibble on the side of your bottom lip as well as move his lips below your bottom lip.

your grip on his cock tightened when you sense his thrusts become faster yet you still remain unaware of how dazai's eyes are opened and boring holes into the ones of the one on the door who is flabbergasted, shocked ; the professor.

dazai winked at the professor before tilting his head up to capture your lips in a kiss again, mouth parting open and shamelessly moaning into your mouth when your last pump made his cum to shoot out and stain your hands with it.

dazai's arms wrap around your waist again, close to your waist as he makes sure your skirt is covering your bare ass before reaching towards your cunt to swipe some of it on the pad of his index finger and pulling his hand up to show it to the professor.

you feel dazai's lip attack your upper lip, kissing and sucking it before kissing you again, saliva mixing with your's and a filthy wet sound being produced which he is sure the professor heard.

you pull back from the kiss, panting as dazai used his other hand to push your head against his shoulder, mouthing the words with a mocking and cocky smirk to the man whose presence you are unaware of,

"tissues," he mouthed and when the professor began to glare at him again, about to shout, dazai looked down at you again before leaning in to kiss you again.

━━━━━━━ 💋 end.

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[senawashere]

We're on this together. (Chapter 1)

Bradley Bradshaw × Fem!Wife!Reader

Summary: Nobody warned you for how hard it is to become a mother,same for Bradley.

TW: infertility,mentions of miscarrige,mentions of hospital,mentions of getting pregnant,mentiones of ivf. Mostly angst.

Tears were streaming down your face,your hands were trembling. Searching for Bradley's number in your contact list has never been this difficult.

Your fingers slid across parts of the screen you didn't want to touch, making your frustration even worse.

The phone line rang at a deafening volume. Once, twice, three times until it goes to voicemail.

His stupid voicemail.

"Hi,its me Bradley. Please drop your message!"

Taking this as a sign, you chose not to try again.

After all, talking to Bradley about it right now would only make him worry for nothing, considering he was busy on deployment and miles away from you. He was about to return this week.

It wasn't something he could solve. Maybe it was but not right now.

Within a few minutes your phone rang. As his name popped up on the screen, a heart emoji next to it and his photo of him grinning stupidly, you felt terrible for doing this to him.

Not only did you let down your own dreams, you were about to let down his too.

You replied, remaining silent. You expected your voice to sound like a lump in your throat.

"Baby, are you there? I couldn't get to the phone in time at first."

You were motionless, your lack of words showed him that. "I'm fine", giving yourself some time, you suddenly started to feel everything you didn't feel until you got home.

"I was at the doctor's today."

"Why are you talking like it's the end of the world? Are you okay?"

Throughout his breathing, it was easy to imagine him even stopping whatever he was doing to pay better attention to you; Not because it wasn't there before. You should have called Penny or someone, they would know how to take care of you.

"Wait, is it about babies? Tell me you're joking," he finished with a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. You could imagine and hear it perfectly.

In the past, when you received good news, you would pretend that something bad was coming, now it's just another thing you regret doing.

You were selfish for talking to him, he was so far away; You could talk to him about it when he got home.

Talking and doing this and that now would cause him more anxiety than he ever had in his hectic daily tour life. Still, he was the only one you needed.

"No, quite the opposite."

The call suffered a long pause, filled with his deep sighs and persistent tears streaming down his cheeks.

You didn't let a single tear fall until you got home, but did you verbalize it? Putting it into words made things different; it felt more real.

"Fuck," he mumbled, clearly a little out of place.

“I can't have kids, Bradley,” your words were interrupted by the growl you were trying to hold back.

He could tell when you were talking to him that everything hit you at once. Over the years, he was able to recognize even small details.

''I'm the reason we tried and it never worked. I cursed it."

"No, baby," he took a deep breath. "Please don't blame yourself. You know it's not your fault." You ran your fingers desperately through your hair; This is what it must be like to feel useless on the phone. Just what you imagined before you made the call. It was bad to announce this to him. "Are you alone? I can ask someone to check on you. They’ll do that, okay?

“Please,” You didn't want to spend the rest of the day by yourself. Also, even though you didn't want to talk to anyone but Bradley, you knew Penny would understand you better, she knew how to make you feel less bad, it would be nice to be around her. And once she mentioned she went through something like that so maybe she would understand you.

Being alone with your harsh thoughts will not be a good option anyway. "I thought about calling her, but I finally gave up, I didn't know what to do, I still don't. Calling you still doesn't seem like a good idea, but I didn't know what to do."

Your weak voice was killing Bradley. If it made him sad to hear that, he couldn't imagine what it was like for you.

"You did great, baby, this is a tough situation but we're on this journey together. You can ask for anything baby, remember?" He smiled, a muffled smile came over the line; It made you feel a little better.

"We can still have children, you know that."

You wanted to tell him that what works for others may not work for you, that your condition may not be that malleable because your condition is genetic. Still, you didn't know if they were true or not, all your thoughts might just be the result of your momentary frustration, but they might also be true.

You need to talk to Bradley about this, everything that's going on in his mind. You didn't want to do this over the phone anymore.

“We can try,” you sniffled, still avoiding the tears you didn't even know were falling. "We can try." You repeated, trying to convince yourself.

"Talk to me, baby. Try to distract yourself a bit, huh? Please. Do you want me to turn the call off? Maybe you can take a long bath with your favorite bubbles or eat something different. That might help."

Even though it sounded wrong, his desperation to help you was adorable. Talking to him made everything perfect, his voice was soothing, you could hear him talking for hours. Now it was no different.

“I just want to hear your voice,” you said, lying on the cold floor of the main room. It would be nice to sleep. It seemed reasonable to forget the previous hours for a few minutes. "You are busy?"

"Not exactly."

"Then tell me how the mission went."

His voice sounded flatter and softer, you could imagine how uneasy he was even from the phone, it was possible to imagine him striding around the room with the phone in his hand. He talked about the mission details the night before. The contrast of how you described your previous day with what happened at the right moment was painful, happy and suddenly you were breaking it.

Everyone knew that Bradley dreamed of having kids, that kids were running around the house and so were you, you wanted to have kids with him even more but with you he would never have one.

"Can I say something?" You asked, taking a deep breath,cutting through his words. "I love you,I love you so much."

Everything was unfair, you both tried so hard. He, too, had become weak from trying, just like you.

"I love you too, baby. This," you could see him in your mind, pausing and gesturing with his hands, "this won't change anything,okay? I still love you so much as the day i fell in love with you."

"We are on this journey together."

"We are on this journey together.”

—-----

Your body trembled.

A cold hand was wandering around your waist as you slowly opened your eyes, feeling a ridiculous headache fill your vision. Your eyes found Bradley crouched on the ground in front of you, and he looked good compared to you. His eye bags were not purple from the 4 hour sleep he was getting,or his hair wasn't messy after the cold,rainy and windy weather out there.

"What are you doing here?" You frowned. Bradley chuckled as you laid your head down once the headache made you feel like you were going to throw up. He could answer your question but you were flattered, he wouldn't think you noticed he was there because he knew you needed him.

So he ignored it, helping you get up.

"Come on, get up. It's cold on the floor, I'll put you to bed." He tried to get you to stand up for him - he failed; but you shifted your weight onto his body, wrapping your arms around his neck, which he found worriedly cute.

“I need you,” you whispered, drunk and sleepy, burying your face in his coat. Let its scent warm you. He smelled amazing.

It was a relief to hear him say that. He didn't want to get into an argument about how it would affect his job in the near future, as you had fought before for the same reason. "I know my baby." He kissed your hair, hugged your waist, and carried you to your room. “She wants to lay down with me.”

He laid you down on the bed, doing the same as he lay on your side, face up and facing the white ceiling.

They both knew it was necessary to speak, but neither knew who should speak first or what they should speak about.

You ran your fingers over his stomach, placing your palm under his shirt, warming his cold hand with your body. You moved closer to his body, nestling into his side as he wrapped his arm around you.

"Tell me, what's on your mind?" He said without looking directly at you.

"There's a lot", your mere words made his throat dry. “It's weird knowing your body can't do what it's supposed to do, especially when you want it to,” you gasped through sobs, his grip pulling you closer to his chest for comfort. "I'm afraid you'll stay with me and a few years from now you'll realize you made the wrong choice." These words hurt him. It hurt him so much to see you blaming yourself.

He hugged you even tighter and asked you to look at him. "I'm not going to leave you, okay? I'm in love with you. That won't change, and it's not your fault. We can try IVF as if it will work, and it's worked for a few people, and we'll have a happy and healthy baby. We have the money for it. If the money I make as a pilot isn't enough, i can even find a part-time job. I can enter just for you, I'm married to you and I love you so much, why should I leave you?"

There were tears in your eyes and you hoped he was right. "What if it doesn't work? If my body miscarries? If we try and never succeed? I don't know if I'm ready to try again-"

Before you finished your sentence, he grabbed your cheek and gave you a messy kiss. He was far from okay, he was desperate, you didn't know how to decipher whether he was trying to silence you or show his emotions. The salty taste of your tears accompanied by the burning in his throat didn't help at all.

You put your hand on his chest and stop him. He was in distress, he probably wanted to stop you with a waterfall of negative thoughts but he didn't know how.

“I don't want to try, I just don't know what to do yet, and it's killing me right now.” You were complaining.

He kissed your forehead and let you lie down.

"We will find a way. It's still new, we can think better or find other ways. Adoption is also a good option, but of course if everything happens at the right time."

You stayed silent for a while, imagining a parallel where Bradley was right and things worked out. Although you were still not convinced by this, you agreed with him. After all, there would be no other way, and you still wanted to have children.

“Adoption sounds good,” you mumbled against his chest. You hadn't thought about it yet, it hadn't even crossed your mind. “There is no risk and there is no way we can go wrong.”

You felt relieved that he was there for you, guiding you to feel better about this.

"You see?" he asked with what looked like a weak smile. "We'll find a way because I don't plan on having kids with anyone but you, so it has to be with you. Whether you like it or not." He joked, drawing a smile from you as he touched your nose with a wet kiss.

It was incredible how he managed to make even the most difficult moments seem lighter.

"Good, because I still want to have your stupid kids.”

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[unbidden-yidden]

Ok so I can't screenshot so I'm putting this in the asks but people are talking about netanyahu because he's getting the attention right now. And that's because he's genociding Gaza right now and nothing else of that scale happened since. So of course he's the it girl rn.

Like I wholeheartedly agree with you, we shouldn't be saying people "deserve to die", I just want to point out that I don't like it whenever people go "but why are people talking about this figure (who's getting all the attention right now) and not these other figures? (Who aren't getting attention)"

But TLDR netanyahu's doing some fuck shit that's getting reported on so obviously he's getting talked about the most generally.

To bring it back to the original conversation, people were talking about Putin when the Russo Ukraine war was going on. I saw people get excited at the idea that he might have cancer when that lump on his face showed up. Putin was the it girl and now it's netanyahu.

Look I'm sure you don't mean it this way, but the original comment I was responding to was antisemitic and your comments excusing it are microaggressions.

[Original post for reference]

There are a few things going on here:

1. People are giving a hugely disproportionate amount of attention to Israel's military response to the October 7th massacre in Gaza because they are antisemitic. There have been plenty of humanitarian crises affecting Palestinians in Jordan, Lebanon, Syria, and Egypt, yet the world literally only cares about them if they can use it as a cudgel against Jews. Obviously it's a humanitarian crisis and it deserves attention, and Israel deserves scrutiny and accountability for its actions. But the laser focus on Israel and only Israel belies the true motivation.

2. There are numerous other humanitarian crises happening right now that affect substantially more people, and which are unquestionably genocide. Can you name them? Can you tell me the relevant major players by name? Can you tell me the number of people murdered? Why or why not?

3. Specifically naming Bibi out of every possible vile human one could name, to me, specifically, a Jew - that's extra sus. Taken in combination with the previous points? Yeah, it's antisemitic.

4. The genocide of Ukraine by Russia is still ongoing, and ignorance about it is leading to dwindling support to such an extent that Ukrainians are having to ration bullets to defend themselves with. This one isn't meant as a scold, by the way — the plight of Ukraine is getting intentionally buried. Please don't stop talking about Ukraine, they need all the help they can get.

[And in b4 someone thinks I'm trying to say you shouldn't pay attention to what is happening in Gaza: please DO keep paying attention to Gaza and keep holding Bibi's feet to the fire. He's awful, his policies are awful, and he's encouraging the absolute worst members of Israeli society for his own selfish reasons. The people of Gaza are going through hell and need our help. Just please, for the love of G-d fact check things first and make sure you're not "supporting Palestine" by being antisemitic. Also make sure you are holding Hamas responsible for its part in the humanitarian crisis.]

[shygirl4991]

Valentines Test

A gift for @alianarepasa Happy Early Valentines Day! Summary:  SMG3 and Fours fighting has gotten worse over the past week, being done with the fighting SMG1 and two slap a bracelet on the pair forcing them to swap bodies. Now the boys must go on several outings to find the spark to swap them back.  

Tag: Fluff, bodyswap, confessions, first kiss

They have had it with all the fighting at the castle, SMG1 told the pair that they needed to start getting along or else their meme powers won't work. Since then everything they have attempted to make them grow closer just made them fight,  annoyed at how at the results of the training One and Two created a special bracelet for them. At the next training event they slap the bracelet on them “These bracelets are to measure your meme energy, if the numbers are high then nothing should happen but if they hit low numbers well you two will be in for a surprise!” 

The pair exchange a look before SMG3 scoffs “Please the only reason we end up fighting is because this idiot doesn't know how to follow instructions.” hearing this SMG4 glares at Three “WHAT?! I follow instructions!” SMG1 sighs seeing that an agreement was about to happen, worried SMG2 chimes in “Hey you two why don't we do some basic practice!” It was too late as the boys had already started to argue about who pays attention more in their training and who was the better guardian. The bracelet started to beep loudly, Hearing the beeping SMG1 and Two nod at each other and run out of the room, Three looked at his wrist confused before a blast of light hit the guardians. Both men were on the floor groaning as SMG1 walked back in, sighing “Now your real lesson has begun. You two have been fighting way too much for this to be normal, so your lesson is to fix the curse me and Two put on you.”

SMG3 gets up from the floor confused “Curse?” he covers his mouth confused as to why he heard his ex rivals voice. He turned his head to see his body getting up looking around confused, they made eye contact and realized what the curse is they pointed at each “WE SWAPPED BODIES!?” One nods pointing to the bracelet “Once you two have settled whatever is going on the bracelet will be able to track your link, the moment the link is stabled you get your bodies back.” Two nods handing them a packet with locations for the pair to go to. Three glares at the man in his body, then starts reading the pages “ I HAVE TO ACT LIKE FOUR!?” The day couldn't get worse. Two claps his hand opening a portal and throwing the pair to their first location, a park with a valentines event going on.  They blink, exchanging looks, in the whole mess of training and doing their jobs the men forgot that today was the day of love. Shroomy sees them and waves at them as he hands the pair heart necklaces, amusingly enough Three got a purple heart and Four got the blue one. 

“Hiya fellas! Happy you can come, partner up we have fun games for you two to be a part of!” The mushroom man walks away as the two men stand there looking around the park in shock, Three sighs “We have to partner with each other, it's the only way to get our bodies back.” He puts the purple necklace on the faces Four waiting for an answer. Nervously he puts on the blue necklace “We have known each other for years, but I have no idea how I can act as you for this whole thing! I mean you cheat your way to victory, I can't do that!” Three scoffs “I can cheat for us, being you will make it easy after all you have the perfect eyes,” Four blushes at the comment. With them coming to an agreement they sign up as the ship name that Boopkins told them a few months back, they then line up with the other couples. The first game was a race across a landmine field, Four looked nervous at the floor while Three rolled his eyes “Don't make me look like a bitch come on!” Something felt weird as Three ran; it was as if was lighter on his feet. On instinct he did a front flip avoiding the explosion as he lands on his feet he turns in shock “You could just fucking do that?!” Four rolled his eyes walking up the Three “Nice cover on acting as me dumbass, but yes im very um flippy.” 

Three started to look at Four’s body in awe causing the other man's face to go red, he grabs Three and starts to drag him “Please stop checking me out!” hearing that Three blushes “Oi! I wasn't checking you out that be gay!” an explosion happens causing Four to jump grabbing onto Three. They both noticed the strange looks they were getting, slowly they pulled their hats down to hide their faces. Round one was done and both men were already done, Four fell to his knees “Ugh i hated all that, how is avoiding landmines a way to show love with your partner!?” Three shrugs “Cause you didn't use them as bait? The hell do i know what goes through shroomys head.”

A loud bell rings letting them know round two was starting, this one was an obstacle course, Three blue eyes twitch as he looks around “We could try to cheat around some of the paths…”  he walks up to Four and switches their hats “Mind if i wear my hat for this, dont care doing it anyways!” Four would be annoyed by the man's tone but he was too happy to have his own hat back. They walk to the starting line waiting for the sign to start the track. As the gun fires the couples start to run, Three takes Four’s hand and pulls him. Running hand in hand they would pull each other out of danger, with a smirk from Three he slips his hand under his hat taking out a bomb. Four lets go of Three’s hand in surprise “Why do we need bombs?!” He watches his partner turn, lighting the bomb and throwing it at the group behind him. The other couples scream running away as the explosion causes rocks to fall covering the path, Three being distracted didn't notice a medium size rock was coming at him. Seeing this Four picks up Three pushing on out of the way, Three opens his eyes to go red in the face when he sees Four on top of him. 

Three wasn't sure what could be doing this, maybe it's their cosmic link or maybe it's because he knows the soul in the body. The point was Three did not see himself in that moment, he saw SMG4 in his clothing looking down at him with concern filling his eyes. “You okay Three?” Four gently caressed Three’s face, they both got lost looking into each other's eyes as if something was pulling them closer. Hearing someone smacking into the rocks Three knocked down they both quickly get up “I’m fine let's hurry to the finish line!” as they run they don't notice the light flicker in their bracelets. They make it to the top and smile at each other, Meggy smirks seeing the pair “SMG3 and four? You two together for a couples challenge?” Both men get flustered taking a step away from each other “Listen squ- er Meggy nothing weird is happening with us two, we uh did it for the prize!” She points to the poster showing that the prize was a romantic trip to a ski lodge. Four blushes and steps in front of Three “What he means is…i wanted a vacation so uh,” he looks around before snapping his fingers “To advertise my cafe!” 

Meggy sighs giving them a small smile “You don't have to hide your relationship with your friends, we will accept you both!”  Three’s face goes deep red “WHAT?! FUCK THAT I WOULD NEVER DATE THIS IDIOT!”  Meggy stares at him wide eyed “whoa sorry Four didn't think.. You get that upset, “ Four sighs smacking Three “Ignoring him, thanks Meggy for being understanding but nothing is going on.” she stares at the pair confused. She gave them a look and was about to ask another question before Boopkin came in. “Hey guys, surprise you two are here!” 

Three  gives an awkward wave “Oh you're here too, are you guys helping host this?” Boopkins nods “Yeah! I didn't think you two would join this together. I'm so happy for you two!’ He walks to hug Three thinking he is Four.  Seeing this Three steps away from the fish only for the child to keep trying, Meggy and Four stand there watching Three scream as he runs from Boopkins attention.  Meggy looking at the pair steps in front of Three “ you love hugging Boopkins Four is everything okay?”  hearing this the man stood still as Boopkin hugged him. Four holds back laughing as he sees the amusement on Three's face, noticing Four finding the situation funny he walks over to the man.

“Find it funny huh?” Four gets nervous seeing the murderous look coming from him, Meggy watches as Tari walks up to her “Meggy everyone is here wondering what the hold up is.” She points to the pair in a fight while Boopkins attempts to get them to stop.  Tari frowns walking up to them showing them a rubber duck  “Come on guys we are friends here, let's get along, don't want to make archibald upset!”  They both glare at her and cause her to run hiding behind Meggy.

Meggy sighs blowing a whistle to get their attention “FINAL CHALLENGE GO!” she turns to comfort Tari, making Four feel guilty. As they walk to face the final challenge, four starts to think to himself why have they been fighting so much? He watches Three smirking seeing as the challenge was about climbing, he was all for doing the challenge given Four’s body was flexible and easier to move. While Three’s body was more built for strength. Four thinks back at what started their constant flights only to get interrupted by Three walking up to him “Hey idiot, you think we fooled your friends back there?” 

Four sighs looking back at his friends and smiles seeing Tari feeling better “Hopefully we did, but we have a bigger issue than that. Three i wanted to as-” the bell rings letting them know it was time. Four looks at the packet that was given to them as Three gets ready to climb up the tower to get the flag, he looks at the other locations and sighs. He wanted to get this body swap problem out of the way before he had to talk to more of his friends, he watches Three climb and jumps when someone touches his shoulder. Melony smiles at him “Sorry! I heard from Meggy that you were acting weird. Is this about Four?”

Hearing this caught his attention, taking a deep breath he played along. “Yeah..we have been fighting more, feels no matter what we do we just fight,” Melony nods rubbing her chin thinking. She then smiles and shows her notepad “Oh yeah! Why not draw what you want from him,” she shows him a drawing making him blush “like you did when we talked last time!” Taking the drawing he smiles softly, now he understands why they have been fighting so much, how could he be so blind. “You dumb tsundere,” thanking Melony he runs to the goal waiting for Three. His heart was starting to beat fast as he saw Three sliding down with the flag, the man smirking at him showing off the flag. All Four can think about was making Three’s drawing come true, the moment Three crosses the line he jumps up “Hell yeah! Finally we are done with this shit!”

Four walks up to the excited Three and surprises him by lifting him up and spinning him around, they both start to laugh from the excitement of winning. Melony gives a thumbs up to Four hoping to encourage him to make the move. He finishes spinning Three pulls him in without a second thought and kisses the man, the other contestants gasp while Meggy chuckles “Nothing happening huh?” Three getting over his shock kisses four back, the bracelet starts to beep loudly as a bright light covers the pair. They pull away surprised to see each other, the bracelets then unlock falling to the floor. They both laugh hugging “Thank god i'm back to being my sexy self again!” Four chuckles pulling away from the hug looking at him “Right you're the sexy one…oh uh..” they turn to see the group of people recording them while their friends were cheering them on.

Their face go red realizing they just kissed in front of everyone “Oh fuck…UGH WHY DID YOU DO THAT IDIOT!?” Four flashes the drawing Three did of them kissing “Cause you're such an idiot you couldn't tell me you had feelings for me!” Three takes the drawing then looks at the crowd before whispering “With our past i didn't think anything could happen…”

Four gives him a loving smile “Well it's happening and all it took was a body swap heh,” Three let out an awkward laugh taking Fours hand and running from the phones, he knew tomorrow SMG1 and two will learn about how their test went. Three wanted to dig a hole and die in it when that thought came to him, he turned to see Four holding his hand smiling “So..what does this mean for us?”

Four hums looking around to see if they were alone “I wouldn't mind trying out being a couple! Three blushes and nods “I would like that as long as you don't get us body swap again!”  Four laughs looking at the packet “Hey if we run out of date ideas maybe one in the future can spice things up!” Three groans as Four teases him on the way home.

#smg4 #smg3 #smg34 #shygirl4991 #smg4 smg3 #smg34 fanfiction #alianarepasa

[mushroommanstan]

university!au please!! infamous!shiggy with average s/o 🤼‍♀️ pls i

Oh anon, how did you know I’ve been wanting to write a college au Shig for a while? You must be psychic or something, very impressive!

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Creepy Tenko Part One:

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Anyways, I know you want the smut and shit but there’s a few things about Tenko that make him so infamous.

First off, his backstory. Basically, he was kidnapped by AFO as usual, but he was rescued by heroes this time a few months after. Unfortunately, a lot of damage had already been done.

The heroes were embarrassed as hell that they took so long to save him, and as a publicity act, paid to put him through elementary school, middle school, high school and hell even college. The big package.

Because of that, his entry was guaranteed since he was like 6. Obviously, this is gonna turn some heads.

Now this guy was infamous around campus for many reasons. For starters, growing up murdering his family and spending a summer with your local serial killer is gonna be the headline of his life. Everyone knows about that, and he doesn’t even deny it.

Also, because of that experience he has major ptsd and schizophrenia, causing a few tiny violent outbursts throughout his childhood. But it’s fine, he’s medicated now… most of the time.

He’s also very aloof, not talking to anyone if he can help it. He’s used to bullying, and at this point has pretty much given up making any friends. He’s so used to people being scared of him, just like his old master said, that he kind of embraces it, not even trying to hide when he stares at people for hours on end.

Oh yeah, and the stares. This guys got a dark ass aura. His blazing red eyes burn a hole in the back of the women he stares at. He’s a smart guy, he doesn’t need to pay attention to the whole lesson to get the gist. So lucky him, he can spend the rest of the class period staring at some chick while discreetly touching himself under the desk. Make eye contact with him if you dare.

The thing that completely tanked his reputation however, was when one guy got pissed at him for making goo-goo eyes at his girlfriend all day. He stopped him on his way to his dorm, punching him which made him stumble.

Something flew out of his hoodie pocket, and the man picked it up, students gathering around as he faced poor Tenko.

Tenko looked mortified, tears gathering in his eyes, but he wasn’t looking at his attacker. He was looking at his stolen object. The assailant hadn’t gotten a good look at what he was holding, and by the look on the freaks face it meant something to him.

The other students who gathered around screamed, some running to hurl in the nearby trash cans. When he finally looked at what he was holding it took him a good second to figure out what it was.

It was cold and grey. Fleshy with a golden back and… fingernails. Wait… was that… oh my god.

He yelled throwing the detached hand into the air, Tenko diving to catch it. He could feel himself losing control, his old senseis voice overtaking his brain and making his whole body shiver. He-he needed to calm down.

Tenko rose, pressing the cool hand into his face as he took deep breaths. He stopped trembling, and for a second, even with the screaming and yelling and trampling, everything was calm.

Obviously he got in trouble for having a murder scene victim’s body part in his possession, but Tenko knew from experience that no matter whatever bullshit they tried to scare him with, they couldn’t expel him.

He was like a mascot for the heroes’s new scholarship program. No way they would let him get expelled just because he kept a memento of his lost family. So, like always they payed them off. But the students remembered, and the guy who held the disembodied hand needed therapy.

So, not only was he a creep who got off to pictures of feet in the bathroom during homeroom, he also was a creep who kept a souvenir of his first murder victim with him at all times. Weird weird weird.

And then you came along.

He didn’t think much of you, that was, until you decided to sit down in one of multiple empty seats bordering his desk. No one ever sits this close.

Well… he had to admit… you were pretty. With your silky (h/c) hair, and your brilliant eyes, and your juicy, plump…. Eh-hum, personality.

He couldn’t stop himself from staring, not like he tried. You’ll learn soon enough that he’s a creep, and then he’ll be alone again. Yep. All on his own. Terrific.

His eyes bore into you, not just in one place but all over. Scanning over your body and memorizing every detail. From this close he could truly see how smooth and soft your skin was. And he could smell your perfume. What was that, lilac?

“Oh, do you like the perfume? I just got it! It’s lilac!”

Shit. You must have a mind reading quirk. He could feel his face growing bright red at the idea of you seeing the foul things he imagined in the last minute or so.

Truthfully you only knew because you could hear him sniffing the air like a puppy exploring a grassy field for the first time.

As the class went on you looked at him occasionally, not flinching whatsoever at the intense eye contact he returned. You had to admit… he was pretty cute. With eyes like those he should be the center of attention yet here he is sulking in the back of the class. Well, whatever, not your business.

The professor droned on about who knows what, making the both of you slump over your desks with boredom. You were praying for an oasis in the midst of this dry, dull desert of a classroom, when you heard a familiar sound.

Beep-boop, boop bleep!

You could recognize that sound anywhere! That was… that was…

You had to stop yourself from slamming your hands on the table in shock. The cute guy sitting next to you was playing the limited edition “Super Hero Adventure Deluxe” for the gameboy advance. (Not an actual game I think)

Aka, the only game in the Super Hero Adventure franchise you had yet to play. The one you had scoured EBay for forever. Holy shit, marry me!

You couldn’t help yourself, despite not knowing this guy in the slightest you pressed yourself into his shoulder, scaring the shit out of him and causing almost everyone to stop and look at you. You looked down at the pixelated screen, currently being death gripped by gloved hands as your cheek smushed against his fluffy black hair.

Tenko could feel his body shutting down from the inside. The sudden physical contact, the fact it was from a hot girl, and the realization she had an interest in his favorite game was all too much. Everyone watched as he pushed you away, screaming at you to stay away from him with some fairly colorful language.

Your expression darkened, and you grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. Having used to people tucking in their tail, he had to say he was not at all prepared for this. He didn’t actually want to fight you, he just wanted you to back off! … don’t make him fight you, you’re the first girl to touch him in years.

You both held intense eye contact for what felt like forever, but in reality was for only a second.

“You do not talk to me like that. Understand?”

Oh boy. Oh-ho-ho BOY you were awakening something in him he didn’t know he had. His face turned tomato red and his ire-filled glare turned into a soft gaze filled with child-like wonder. Not being able to speak he shakily nodded, hand raising up to feel along the one gripping his shirt. His fluffy hair bounced a little as he nodded.

You let go, returning to your seat with a huff and turned your head, and you were met with the utterly shocked faces of your classmates. They looked at you like you had just slain a dragon.

Meanwhile Tenko said nothing, face still completely red as his foggy mind spent the rest of class processing these new feelings that came up. The way you touched him, the way you scolded him! It was so… mean. So entitled. So dominant.

He wants more.

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Believe me, I will be doing a part two! Thanks again for the ask, it finally gave me the kick in the pants I needed to write this!

#shigaraki tenko #my hero academia #shigaraki fanfiction #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x y/n #my hero academia shigaraki #boku no hero academia tomura #shigaraki fluff #shigaraki smut #shigaraki tomura #college au shigaraki

[idyllic-ghost]

a helping hand; mingyu x reader

request: Omg omg omg I just had this scenario in my head where like the reader and Mingyu are co-workers but enemies and do not get along but one day they both take the same subway home and it is unusually crowded and packed and the reader starts to get a bit uncomfortable with so many people and a bit claustrophobic. Mingyu notices it and takes the reader to a corner near the doors and like puts his hand on the wall to support himself while towering himself over her but still maintaining the necessary distance so that she gets some space from the crowd and it's just a very cute moment between them where they don't consider each other enemies for a moment. (requested by anon)

synopsis: your usually bitter coworker becomes your hero during a train ride home

a/n: sorry this one's so short, i have a lot of requests to get through!

warnings: crowds, social anxiety mentions, phobia for dark places

genre: coworker!au

word count: 1.4k

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"Please make a copy of these for me, Y/L/N," Mingyu said coldly as he walked past your desk and slammed a stack of papers down in front of you.

You glared daggers into your coworker's back as he walked away, not even paying attention to the stack of papers cluttering up your workspace. For as long as you had worked for this company, Kim Mingyu has been trying to make your life a living hell. He started just a month before you, but for some reason he had decided to take the role of your personal manager.

"Why can't you do it yourself, Mr. Kim?" you asked loudly, making him stop and turn back to you.

"I'm off on my lunch break, and we need a copy of those papers for our next meeting." He shrugged. "It's only logical that you take care of it."

"I think it would be more logical for you to finish all of your duties before going on break," you snapped back.

"You're a part of this team too, Y/L/N," he said. "We're supposed to work together."

With that, he walked away. You sighed and picked up the papers, making sure that they laid in a straight pile instead of a messy mass as he had left it. It was clear that Mingyu wouldn't be making those copies, and it needed to be done. If you tried to complain, it would likely only backfire, so you walked over to the copy machine and got to work. You couldn't wrap your head around what Kim Mingyu had against you. When you first met he seemed nice, social, and definitely not hard on the eyes - but you would never tell anyone that. He seemed like everyone's dream partner, work partner or otherwise, until he started being an asshole to you every chance he got. It wasn't blatant rudeness, but it was enough for you to notice.

Most of the things he did were just petty; like filling his coffee cup more than he should just so that he could take the last of the coffee from you, or making you run errands for the company by strategically putting himself to work before your supervisor could hand him the task. Because they weren't outright harmful acts, you couldn't complain about it without seeming petty yourself - resulting in you trying to be petty in response.

After your last meeting, you started packing up and making your way home. Both you and Mingyu took the same way home, you even got off at the same train stop. Every day you would be a few steps ahead of him. You had the habit of putting on joggers after your day at the office, finding that bringing an extra pair of shoes was worth it for the walk to the train. Mingyu stayed in his rather uncomfortable, but fancy, shoes, so despite his long legs he never caught up to you.

When waiting at the platform, you stood a few meters away from each other but close enough to get through the same train door. You did this in order to not have to talk to each other, but you also didn't seem like you were avoiding each other. Avoiding one another was strictly childish behavior, and neither of you would sink to that level.

Today was different, as the station was more crowded than usual. You ended up standing shoulder to shoulder with your coworker, but the loud surroundings made it impossible to talk - which made you eternally grateful. The big crowd made you incredibly anxious, you had never been good with being surrounded by a large group of people. It was similar to feeling wet food in the sink, or the feeling you got when the elevator takes a few seconds longer to open. Dread filled your nerves, and you wanted nothing more than for the train to arrive so that you could get home. You started fiddling with anything you could; your finger nails, the ring on your right hand, the hem of your shirt, anything. The fidgeting alerted your coworker, who wasn't pleased with the situation but in a way that was annoyed rather than anxious.

As the train arrived, most people on the station started getting on. You considered taking the next train, because maybe there would be fewer people on that one, but you couldn't. Being so close to the entrance, both you and Mingyu were pushed through the door by the sheer force of the crowd. At this point you were on the verge of tears, starting to become overwhelmed with the amount of bodies surrounding you. Pressed up against everyone around you, you could do nothing but follow the stream of people onto the train. Your skin was tingling, like the feeling of an itchy sweater, and sweat started building up under your collar. Everything was too loud, and everyone was too close.

Once inside, it didn't get any better. You felt someone grab at your arm, and when you looked to your side you saw Mingyu again. He was pulling you through the crowded train. All the seats were taken, but he managed to find an empty corner which he guided you to. He put his hand on your back and urged you to stand in the empty area. When you were in place, he stood in front of you like a shield. With him towering in front of you, you couldn't see anybody, and more importantly you weren't surrounded by the masses. You looked up at him and mouthed a "thank you", and he responded with a knowing nod before he turned his head to look out through the window. You took the opportunity to study his face for a moment. It was something you had only done briefly right as you had met him. Now that you were looking at him so up-close, you noticed that his furrowed brow was more out of concern than frustration - and that even with that slight frown his lips looked incredibly soft and delicate. Kim Mingyu, your unofficially sworn work-enemy, might actually be worried about you. If it weren’t for the fact that you were the underdog in the situation, you would’ve definitely poked fun at him.

The two of you stood in silence, you didn't even have the courage to take your headphones out from your pocket. For whatever reason, it felt like if you moved an inch, it would end in catastrophe. The moving train was enough to make you cautious. There was nothing for you to hold onto, so you had to focus all your willpower on making sure you could stand on your own two feet. However, the train didn't appreciate your attempts at keeping your normal work-relationships after this ride, as it shook when running something over on the track. The shaking itself was enough to make you stumble. If it had only stopped at that, you would've been fine. Life found it's way to make you miserable, though. The train came to a halting stop, which sent you flying into Mingyu's chest. He held you by the waist with one hand, holding onto a railing with the other.

"There has been an accident on the rails, please be patient as we solve the issue," a voice said over the intercoms.

A few groans could be heard around the train cart. Some people had fallen. Due to the massive amounts of people, most couldn't hold onto something to keep themselves steady. You, however, did. Your arms were still wrapped around mingyu, your face pushed against his chest.

"I am so sorry-" You tried to get away from him but then the light flickered.

Mingyu's grip on you tightened as the lights turned off. Your ear was still against his chest, and you could hear his heart beating a mile a minute. He was scared of the dark. In any other situation, you would've teased him for it but now it wasn't the time. You decided against bullying him, since he had helped you while getting on the train. Instead, you let him hold you without saying a word. His strong arms held you tightly, and you could feel his hand shaking as he kept it on your back. There was a low murmur throughout the train, as people talked about what could've possibly happened, but the two of you stayed quiet. Mingyu was practically frozen, only relaxing his muscles once a voice started speaking over the intercoms and the lights flickered back on again.

"We are happy to say that no one was injured in the accident," the voice over the intercoms said. "The train will start moving again shortly. Thank you for your patience."

Mingyu let go of your waist and cleared his throat, looking away from you as you did the same.

The next day at work you first saw Mingyu when he walked into the morning meeting. He looked tired, as if he had already been here for a while despite it being so early in the morning.

"Excuse my late arrival," he said as he sat down. "I was busy copying up the new schedules and the copy machine was down."

Making copies. A job he would usually settle you with, specifically when you had just sat down in the meeting. Mingyu handed you a new schedule, your fingers brushing against each other. When you looked up at him he gave you a soft smile. This was new...

Neither of you said anything about the day before. There was nothing to say. You had taken the train together, then walked your separate ways home, but for some reason everything had slightly shifted. He was still an ass to you, but from time to time he would do something unexpected. Something had changed, and you definitely didn't mind.

#seventeen #kpop fanfic #kpop fanfiction #seventeen weekly net #kim mingyu #svt #kpop #kpop writer #mingyu fluff #fanfic #svt fluff #seventeen fluff #seventeen x y/n #mingyu seventeen #mingyu svt #mingyu x you #mingyu #kim mingyu fanfic #kim mingyu imagines #kim mingyu x reader

[marie-swriting]

I Like San Francisco - Kate Bishop

Marvel Masterlist

Romance Masterlist

Summary : You're in San Francisco with your best friend Kate and she made it her personal challenge to make you fall in love with the city.

Warnings : fluff, mutual pining, maybe some grammatical mistakes as English is not my first language, tell me if you see some or if I missed any warnings.

Word count : 2k

French version

Song inspiration : Used To This by Camila Cabello

You slowly open your eyes, the daylight preventing you from staying in the arms of Morpheus. Turning your head, you look at Kate tenderly. Her lips are parted, light snores are coming out of them. You think she’s cute. You’ll never tell her that.

You’ve been in love with her since your teenage years and you’ve always managed to ignore your feelings, you even dated other people. However, your feelings came back in an instant when your last relationship ended. You’ve been struggling for a month to not show it. You’ve been friends for too long, it’d be strange to confess your feelings now and you don’t know if you’d be able to get used to this new change in your relationship so you admire her in silence.

You completely turn yourself towards your best friend to have a better look of her face. Kate seems to have felt you because a few seconds later, her face is in front of yours, a strand of hair falling on her. Kate’s nose scrunches a bit, being tickled by the hairs. Still asleep, she tries to move her head, hoping to take away what’s bothering her in vain. You hold back a laugh before taking the strand of hair away. At the same time, you’re putting it back behind her ear, Kate slowly opens her eyes. Your hand finds its way back to your side, fearing you might have woken her up. You stay still until Kate completely opens her eyes and guilt takes over your body.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up. Your hair was bothering you so I wanted to help you.”

“Don’t worry. What time is it ?” she asks with a sleepy voice that could make you swoon.

“Nine am.”

“We should get up then.” Kate exclaims, leaving the bed.

“What ? Why ? We’re on vacation.” you sigh, putting your pillow on your head.

“We’re in San Francisco for only five days. You didn’t seriously think we’d stay in the hotel room doing nothing ?” she questions, taking your pillow.

“Huh, actually, I did. I’ve never liked San Francisco so-”

“You don’t like San Francisco ? You’re kidding me ?” Kate cuts you off, shocked.

“There’s nothing special here.” you affirm, shrugging.

“Why did you book this trip then ?”

“Because my ex absolutely wanted to come here and I wanted to please her. I mean, that was before she dumped me a month ago ‘cause ‘actually, she never loved me that much’.” you explain, irritated because of your ex, Sarah.

“It’s not a reason to not enjoy it ! You’re with your best friend in a new city and I know what we’re going to do, I did some research. You’ll see, by the end of our trip, you’ll be in love with San Francisco.”

“Is that a challenge ?”

“You could say that.” Kate smiles.

“Good luck.”

“Come on ! Get your cute little ass up from that bed and go shower.” she orders, hitting you with the pillow. “I’m gonna plan our itinerary for today.”

You laugh before giving her a salute and standing up. Kate points to the bathroom with her hand and not without groaning, you go get ready after taking your stuff.

Once you’re both ready, you take one of San Francisco’s famous cable cars to discover the city quickly before exploring different areas. During your ride, Kate is sitting next to the window and she’s looking at the landscape with amazement. At first, you don’t pay attention until she takes your hand and shows you the typical city’s houses. The sensation of her hand in yours gives you butterflies. It’s not the first time she’s doing this but now it’s different. Your feelings are stronger so this touch is both nice and weird. It means more than friendship. 

Kate reads some passages from a touristic book, hoping you’ll be interested in it and you listen to her, technically you’re more captivated by the sound of her voice rather than the information.

When you think you’ve stayed long enough in the cable car, you go to Pier 39. Kate drags you to the place where you can see Alcatraz and the Golden Gate Bridge from afar before going where you can find sea lions. As soon as you see them, you have to admit this city is becoming more interesting. Kate tries to get closer to one of them and panics at the last minute when a sea lion moves and she runs to you. You laugh at her actions. You take a few pictures and continue to visit a bit more until it’s late.

The next days are quite similar. You’re discovering the city and Kate tries to find something that could make you like the city by any means. She finally manages the fourth day. That day, she brings you to the Beat Museum. You love this literary movement and the authors from it. Seeing the storefront of the museum, you turn to Kate who has a proud smile on her face.

“So, is there still nothing special in San Francisco ?” she questions rhetorically.

“You’re on the right path. I gotta admit, this museum is one of the only reasons why I had accepted to come here.”

“I knew it ! Come on, let’s go in there.” she says, locking her arm in yours. 

In the museum, you’re totally mesmerised. For once, you’re the one giving information to Kate who listens with joy. She asks you a lot of questions and you answer every one of them, even the most basic one. You even add some fun facts you’ve discovered over the years. Before leaving, you go to the gift shop and buy Lonesome Traveller. You know almost every Jack Kerouac’s works but you don’t own them all. You’ve mostly read them on your Kindle and coming to the museum is the perfect excuse to buy the physical copy of this particular book.

That night, you go eat at the restaurant not too far away from the hotel. On the way, you start reading the book out loud so Kate can discover the story. For your pleasure, she gets interested in it right away and she is sad when she realises you’ve arrived at the restaurant, wanting to know what happens next. You promise her to keep reading it to her later.

The ambiance in the place is relaxed thanks to the karaoke night. You laugh at the different groups of people singing while being extravagant. Whilst you’re eating, you sometimes sing with the people on the stage from your chairs. Your best friend has officially organised this day perfectly. 

Once you’ve finished eating, you don’t go home straight away, instead you prefer to keep watching people doing karaoke. An hour later, Kate turns her head to you with a big smile on her face. No need to think too hard to know what she has in mind.

“Kate, no.” you laugh.

“Come on ! We know no one, we don’t care if we sing badly. Besides, we’re here to have fun.” she tries to convince you with puppy dog eyes.

“You better choose a good song !”

“Yes !” she exclaims, victorious before standing up.

When she comes back, she tells you there are two groups of people before you. Kate refuses to give you the name of the song she’s chosen, wanting to keep the surprise. You have several ideas in mind of what she could’ve asked for. Normally, Kate spit it out quickly if you insist long enough and you do her forlorn puppy look, however when it’s a surprise which is happening in a few minutes or hours, she can resist. When you’re called, Kate takes your arm and brings you to the stage.

The first notes of Lay All Your Love On Me start and you stare at her laughing. Of course, she chose this song ! Mamma Mia ! is your favorite movie and you know all the songs like the back of your hand and you even created your own choreography when you were kids getting the inspiration from the ones in the movies.

Kate starts singing and you patiently wait, your mic in hand. Kate moves on the stage without looking where she’s walking. The moment she sings ‘I beg of you’, she focuses on you. Seeing her about to fall, you catch her on time meanwhile her voice is unstable on the last note she is supposed to hold. You start singing the chorus, keeping your hand on her arm to prevent another accident. You continue your part of the song, laughing at Kate’s antics. When she sings the chorus, Kate gets closer to you and puts her hand on your cheeks, singing dramatically. You try to hide your discomfort, seeing her near you, like every time you get to that part of the song. At that moment, you’d like to kiss her but you hold yourself back ; you spin her, hoping to create a small space between you two.

You keep having fun until the song ends. Like the other participants, you’re applauded while you’re going back to your table. You stay for a bit longer before going back to the hotel, tiredness getting stronger.

The last day, you visit more calmly, having already done the most famous spots, except the Golden Gate Bridge. You’ve saved San Francisco's famous bridge for last, wanting to admire it during the sunset.

Luckily, there aren't a lot of people with you. You find a bench to stare at it peacefully. Waiting for the sunset, you keep reading Lonesome Traveller to Kate, her head on your knees while you’re stroking her hair. When she gives you a sign it’s time, you put your book in your bag and Kate sits down correctly. You watch the sun going down in the sky silently, Kate’s hand has found its way back to yours in the meantime. Whilst you’re lost in your thoughts, your best friend’s voice brings you back to reality. 

“So have I successfully managed to change your mind ? Do you like the city ?”

“Good try but no. There are some interesting things but I’m still not convinced.” you admit with a smile.

“One day, I will make you change your mind !”

“Is that a threat ?”

“A promise.” Kate corrects, squeezing your hand lightly.

You stay silent again only this time, you’re not admiring the sky but Kate. Feeling your heart going faster, you try to calm yourself down. You keep staring at her before speaking again.

“Thanks for coming with me, by the way.”

“You know I’m always happy to spend time with you.”

“And thank you for not saying ‘I told you so’.”, you add, making her frown. “Don’t lie, you’ve been dreaming of saying it to me since Sarah dumped me. You were always saying she’d break my heart and I didn’t listen to you.”

“I didn’t tell you that because you were already suffering enough. You needed my support, not me bringing you down even more. One day, you’ll find someone who deserves you, I’m sure of it.”

“Yeah.” you say, not convinced.

“Maybe you’ve even already found her.” Kate suggests with a soft voice.

Your confused look on Kate, you’re not sure you’ve understood what she’s implying. You’re scared you're reading in between the lines too much. Kate gets closer to you while giving you the time to move backwards if you want to. You don’t move and she takes this as a good sign. Delicately, she presses her lips on yours. At first, you don’t react, surprised. Kate breaks the kiss, her cheeks red from embarrassment. 

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have kissed you. It was weird.” she stutters, avoiding your gaze.

“No, I could get used to this.”

You take her hand, catching her attention. Her eyes go from your locked fingers to your face and finally to your lips. You break the space between you two and lean in to kiss her. Kate responds to the kiss instantly. You put your free hand on her neck and Kate puts her on your cheeks, deepening the kiss. You keep kissing each other, the sunset on the Golden Gate Bridge long forgotten. Once you’re out of air, you break the kiss and keep your face near to hers with a light smile.

“On second thought, I think I like San Francisco.”

Kate’s smile gets bigger at your sentence before she puts her lips back on yours, allowing both of you to get used to this new change in your relationship.

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I Miss You

Ichiban Kasuga x Fem Reader SMUT

I've recently played Yakuza 7 with my boyfriend and I've come to absolutely love Ichi. But was very disappointed to see very few x reader fics so I figured why not write one of my own, with some spice of course, seeing as many other people feel the same way. This is WAY longer than I anticipated and probably should be in two parts, but im lazy so it's just gonna be a long one so settle in. This is my first time writing on Tumblr so if my format isn't the best I apologize. Minors this isn't for you, please walk away. Enjoy

* Utsukushii: Beautiful (cause you all beautiful babes)

WARNING: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. Contains Smut Mega angst, sad boi hour, depression, mentions of death, slight intoxication, angst to fluff, estranged friends to lovers, spicy, slow burn, age gap, major consent vibes, porn with plot, clothed foreplay (f receiving), wholesome sex (p in v), praise kink, creampie, and cuddles

SPOILERS: Chapters 1-13

You settled into the plush cushion of your futon as you flipped to where you last left off of your book. You had finished a brutal eight-day stretch at the convince store you worked at and were looking forward to a couple of days off. You were hoping to get a couple of chapters into your book that was put on hold and just relax, the kettle heating up for a cup of tea, and some soft music for ambiance. You were able to get about six pages in before the sheer whistle of the kettle rang throughout your tiny apartment. You set the book down and made your way to the stove, removing the kettle and pouring the boiling water into the cup before turning the stove off. You grabbed the cup by the handle and went to sit back down, picking up the book once more and letting the now-brewing tea cool. About an hour went by and you were taking in the long-awaited relaxation you'd been craving, only to hear a notification from your phone. Taking a deep, frustrated breath you set the cup down and swiftly grabbed your phone off the coffee table. Your heart sunk a little when you saw his name pop up,

"Ichi"

It'd been a little while since the two of you had talked. Not that it was completely by choice, if you had the option to go out and have adventures with the group you'd be more than willing to. But you had an apartment to keep up with, bills to pay, and a job that required a good portion of your time, and Ichi knew that. He respected that you were trying to make it as best you could on your own and that you were trying to be independent. Frankly, that's a decent portion of why you're so fond of him because he's not one to overstep boundaries. However, you wished that were the full reason for not being as present with the group as you'd like to be. The real reason was quite sad and petty in your eyes as you reflected on it, it wasn't just about work or having to pay bills, it was more than that. The truth was, it was how big the group had gotten, and one particular member that had stood out to you.

Eri.

It wasn't that you disliked the woman, she was sweet, helpful, and genuine with everything and everyone.

But that was exactly what bothered you.

You felt as if you could never compete with her, whether it was with the street fights you got into with the group, spending some downtime with everyone, or whenever it came to Ichi's attention. She seemed to be so taken with him, and him with her, and the fact the two of them ran a business together only added salt to the wound. You didn't want to admit it, but you had grown so jealous of Eri. So much so that you distanced yourself and sorta stopped communicating with everyone. Ichi, always being inclusive, would text you regularly asking you to come to Survive and take some time to catch up. There were a few times here and there when you went and met Zhao and Joon-Gi Han, but other than that you always told him it was never a good time or that you just wanted to get some rest, which wasn't a lie, but not the whole truth either. Tonight would be no different, although you were a bit surprised at the urgency behind the text,

"Hey Y/N, can you come down to Survive tonight, we really need to talk." You sighed trying to think of a response, you really didn't want to go out tonight, but you wanted to be there for him too. Thinking of an alternative to what he offered you began typing,

"Hey Ichi, um as far as going out, tonight's not a good night. But you're more than welcome to drop by my place and chat if you like." You put the phone down and picked up your book again as you waited for a response. Almost immediately he responded,

"Are you sure you can't come to Survive, I feel it'd be best if the whole group were there for what I have to say."

"Tonight's not a good night to go out for me Ichi. If it was I would, you know that. The doors open if you still want to come by" you replied leaving it open-ended. You didn't want to have to stress about trying to look presentable to the group as terrible as it sounded. You loved them all but tonight you didn't have it in you to see them. You were tired, irritated, and just wanted to relax. Not to mention you were in no mood to see Ichi and Eri getting friendly with one another. If it was as important as Ichi said it was, then he'd stop by.

There was no response from him so you assumed he wasn't going to bother stopping in, which hurt, a lot. You turned the lights and music off, closed your book, and just sat in the dark. Tears well up in your eyes as you resist the urge to let them fall. You shouldn't be crying is what you kept telling yourself, you chose not to go, but you couldn't stop the tears from falling. You felt your heart sink deeper into your chest as you thought about the situation more and more, all you wanted was to be able to go and see the group without feeling overcrowded, to see Eri without growing resentment, to see Ichi without sadness in your eyes. You wanted it to be like old times when you first met Ichi. Adachi introduced the two of you not long after Ichi was released from prison, at first you thought he was a really weird, silly guy. But over time his quirks grew on you and you slowly began warming up to him, to the point where you were nearly inseparable. Granted he was a lot older than you, but that didn't matter to you, you were pals and loved him as a person. Until you fell for him, you didn't know how it happened, but it did and it did all at once. The way your heart skipped beats when you two were together, how your cheeks heated up when you two looked at one another, it made you go crazy but in a good way. Which is why it killed you when he and Eri began spending so much time together, but you didn't want to ruin your friendship with him either, you were between a rock and a hard place.

You wiped your tears and planned on heading to bed when there was a harsh knock at the door, causing you to jump.

He actually came.

You took a few deep breaths,

"I'll be right there," you squeaked as you tried to get yourself put together. You approached the door and opened up to see a disheveled Ichi. He was panting, his burgundy suit wrinkled, and the slightest smell of whiskey on his breath.

"May I come in," he asked in between breaths. You moved out of the way and motioned him to come in. He moved past you swiftly and made his way to the futon. You closed the door behind you and took a deep breath as you turned to him. His arms lay at his sides and his head hung over the top of the futon with his eyes closed, looking like he hadn't been this relaxed in days

"Can I make you a cup of tea," you asked not looking him in the eyes. He nodded and you rushed to the kitchen and put the kettle on. You waited until the kettle had reached the point of whistling and poured the water into the cup. Pulling out a green tea bag you plopped it in and made your way back to the living room. Ichi's eyes never left you as you set the cup on the table and sat on the floor across from him. A bit of silence passed before Ichi spoke,

"It's been a while," he said scratching the back of his head awkwardly before picking up his cup and taking a sip. You nodded awkwardly back to him,

"Yeah, been really busy at the shop." You looked down and fiddled with your fingers as he continued to try to make conversation.

"The gang misses you," he said looking at you with a sad expression settling in his eyes. You look up at him to exchange the same response. You missed them too, but you knew it would only cause more pain to see them. You nodded once more not responding this time and went back to fiddling with your hands.

"I miss you," he said looking down at his cup and looking more upset than before. This made your heart ache. You looked at him and put your hand on his, causing him to flinch,

"I've missed you too Ichi, more than you know, it's just been a rough go around lately." He knew what you meant when you said that. He knew the struggles you went through, and how you just wanted to make it on your own. You moved back into your previous sitting position and proceeded to ask,

"What's going on Ichi, your text sounded urgent." He looked up at you and you saw tears beginning to swell in his eyes. What he said next made your heart drop into your stomach,

"Arakawa's dead." His tears began to fall down his cheeks as he put his cup down and buried his face in his arm. Sobs filled to room as he continued,

"My boss, the man who took me in as one of his own, treated me like a son, gone just like that. Shot and thrown into the ocean like trash. We were gonna catch up on all these years we missed Y/N, we had all the time in the world. And now, now he's gone!" You shot up and sat next to him, embracing him as he cried out in pain. You ran your hand through his poofy hair as he rested his face into the crevasse of your neck. Your heart began to race and the heat in your cheeks rose in response, but you managed to hide it.

"I'm so sorry Ichi, I had no idea. If I'd had known sooner I would've come to see you all," you said quietly to him resting your face on his head. There were no words to explain how guilty you felt about the situation. Ichi had mentioned Arakawa a few times in the past and how he was really like a father to him throughout a portion of his life. If you had known it was that important you would've put your pride aside and gone down to Survive to see him.

"I'm so sorry Ichi," was all you could manage to say as you lightly kissed his head and a few tears dripped from your eyes from the immense guilt and grief for him. The both of you sat together and cried for a bit before he picked himself up to look at you. His face was all red and puffy and tears kept falling from his eyes as if they were an overflowing faucet. He took his thumb and wiped away the few tears from your face, looking deep into your eyes. He pulled you into his chest and you wrapped your arms around him,

"I hate seeing you cry," he whispered to you. You gripped his coat as if it were the only thing keeping you alive. He was so kind and caring, even at his lowest, most painful moment, he still took note of your pain. You pulled away to look at him once more, placing your hands on both sides of his face, wiping his tears away as he did yours, your heart beating out of your chest as your eyes met with his grey ones,

"Ichiban," you said giving him a half smile. He brought his hands to yours and began to lean in to close the gap between you. This made you panic and pull back,

"What's wrong," he asked worryingly. You looked away as the sadness flooded in.

"What would Eri say," was the only thing you could ask him at that moment. His face contorted into exaggerated confusion,

"Y/N what are you talking about, why would Eri have anything to do with this?" You froze. Eyes widen and you were almost as confused as he was. He looked at you with the realization of what you thought his and Eri's relationship was,

"Did you think Eri and I were together?" You nodded in embarrassment, your face as red as a tomato. He giggled to himself as he shifted closer to you, pulling you into a hug. You were so confused not sure how to react or respond,

"It was never anything more than us being business partners and friends. I explained to her that we needed to keep our relationship professional and that I had feelings for another woman," he explained to you as he nuzzled his head into your shoulder. Your heart stopped when you heard that last bit. You knew what he meant, and part of you was screaming with joy, while the other was terrified.

"Ichi, when you say there's another woman, do you mean me," you spat out. He pulled away from your shoulder and looked you in the eyes,

"Yes, Y/N, it's always been you," he said swiftly grabbing your cheeks and kissing you. Your eyes widen in surprise but you soon melted into him. Your hands roamed up and around his broad shoulder and pulled him in. His lips were soft with the contrast of his stubble and his hands slowly moving down to your hips. It started soft and passionate, you could tell he wanted to do this for a long time by the way his body reacted, he savored you and your touch. The kiss began to get more heated when he licked at your lips, asking for permission to explore. You obliged and parted your lips, letting him in. Your tongues danced as his hands harshly gripped at your hips, enough so that they would leave hints of bruises. You both pulled away for air, panting in want and need for him to touch you more,

"Ichi,"

"Yeah?"

"I need...more," you said looking down.

"Are you sure that's what you want? I don't want you to feel like I'm pressuring you into anything you don't want to do," he said taking a hand to your chin and gently bringing you up to face him. He looked at you with his goofy smirk, showing that he wanted you to be comfortable. He was asking not only out of respect for you, but because of the age difference as well. He didn't want to make it feel like it was anything but two consenting adults partaking in adult activities. You smiled,

"Ichi, I'm happy you care so much to make sure I'm comfortable. But yes, I'm sure this is what I want. I want you, Ichiban Kasuga."

With that, he kissed you again. It was heated and full of passion as before, but also needy and rough at times. Soon he began roaming down and kissing your neck softly, before leaving dark love bites behind. Your gasps and stifled moans ran throughout the small apartment he left bites all the way down to your collarbone. He anxiously began to run his hands up your shirt, feeling the soft flushed skin under it. You fell back on the futon and brought him down with you so he was positioned on top. Your heart never beat as fast as it did in the current moment you were in. His hand roamed your torso as he kissed you again gently,

"Is this ok?" he asked breaking away from your lips. You nodded in response, guiding him to the hem of your shirt and assisting him in getting it off. Your upper half was left bare for him to see, being as you didn't put a bra on earlier thinking you were going to be alone for the night. A shift came upon the man above you, his gaze dark and lustful as his eyes burned into your body. Your heart skipped a beat as he lowered his head down and brushed his lips lightly against your exposed chest. Your nipples harden at the thought of what he was going to do and the arousal between your kegs grew by the second as he latched his lips onto you. A loud moan escaped from you as his tongue swirled around your bud, and his hand played with the other. His free hand began to slowly make its way down your thigh, looking up at you for permission,

"Please Ichi, touch me," you said throwing your head back into the cushion as he gently rubbed your now soaking womanhood. You wished you could feel his fingers against your heated skin, but you weren't complaining either, it felt good. Not holding back anymore, your moans rang out as his fingers moved swiftly against your pussy. He was careful not to hurt you, making sure each movement earned him complete pleasure from you. Your torso was painted in scattered love bites and you felt yourself coming undone beneath him. But he pulled away before you finished, giving him a disappointed groan. He chuckled as he stood up and began to take his suit off,

"Patience Y/N," he said seductively as he slowly removed his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. A deep shade of red appeared across your face when he removed his shirt, revealing his toned figure. Your eyes wandered down to see his fully hardened cock through his pants. Your eyes widened as you stared, not expecting him to be as big as he was,

"Like what you see," he teased as he removed his belt. You turned away in embarrassment at his remark, your hands covering your face. When he finished striping he walked back over to you removing your hands from your flushed face,

"Don't hide from me beautiful," he whispered as he kissed your forehead. You stood up and removed your pants and underwear, now completely naked in front of him. Doubt quickly flooded in and you tried to cover yourself, only to be gently stopped by Ichi,

"It's ok Y/N, you have nothing to be ashamed of," he said, releasing your hands, laying you back on the futon, and climbing on top of you. His hand on either of your shoulders as he poisoned himself at your entrance,

"Are you ready utsukushii?"

"I am."

He pushed past your slick folds and sunk into you effortlessly. You moaned out in pure bliss while he grunted in response. His pace was slow and sensual, making sure to savor each sound, move, and look you made from his actions. Moans, gasps, and grunts as well as the sound of skin on skin filled the small space. One of your hands ran through his poofy umber locks while the other gripped at his back, nails digging at his tattoo.

"Ichiban, fuck," you whimpered as his pace quickened.

"Y/N, God you're so fucking beautiful. So perfect, fuck," he groaned as he left small kisses on your neck. He continued praising you,

"Every part of you is so beautiful. The way your body molds into me, the look in your eyes, the way you hold me, it's perfect, you're perfect."

"Kasuga," you plea out to him. That sparked something in him, something you hadn't seen all throughout the night until right then and there.

"Say that again utsukushii."

"Kasuga"

"Louder darling," his pace was becoming sporadic, but never rough, and his cock was harder than before. You could tell his orgasm was quickly approaching, as was yours.

"Kasuga!" Your orgasm washed over you like a tidal wave, you clenched around him as tight as you could and shook from the overwhelming amount of pleasure.

"Fuck, I'm cumming," he gritted his teeth and clenched his eyes shut as he unloaded his cum inside you, moaning a few sighs of satisfaction. He pulled out of you, a trail following him as he plopped beside you. You both laid there as you both caught your breath before he got up and fetched a few washcloths and helped clean yourself up. It was a good thing you were on birth control or you would've had a major problem on your hands. But thankfully that wasn't the case. Exhausted you both wrapped yourselves in a fleece blanket and cuddled up to one another. Ichi looked at you while he played with your hair with his sweet goofy smile that made your heart melt. You placed your hand on his cheek,

"I love you Ichiban Kasuga," you said as you dozed off.

"I love you too utsukushii."

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I've been following your work since the beginning of Turbinio and i'm COMPLETELY IN LOVE with your writing. When i saw that you take requests i just screamed

can you please write a Gyro or Diego nsfw? I'm so curious to read one of your nsfw and i'm sure it will be wonderful!

I HAVE TO SAY THAT YOUR REQUEST MADE ME SHY AND I TOOK LONGER THAN I SHOULD HAVE WRITING THIS BECAUSE I'VE NEVER WRITTEN AN NSFW IN MY LIFE

I really have a problem choosing between two options, usually I always want both. In this case it was no different, I had to put both in the same fic because I love a weirdo and an idiot cowboy together

Well, I hope you like it, because I particularly think I did a good job considering this is my first time writing something like this and thank you very much for your trust😭😭❤️❤️❤️

✦ Change Partners - Gyro Zeppeli/Diego Brando ✦

You didn't consider yourself to be a jealous or even vindictive person. But that didn't cross your mind when you saw Gyro reveling in the whims and attention of his fans and, huffing with rage, you went to the bar in search of something better than a bottle of whiskey.

WARNINGS: NSFW, adult content, sex, birds and bees +18 and that kind of stuff

Word Count: 6216 (I'm incapable of writing anything smaller than that)

Naturally, you had to be on your guard at all times, because you fully realized, in the lucidity of your jealousy, the danger of those flirtations. You tried to turn around, but you couldn't - not because of a physical impediment, just because you simply couldn't move.  

You were being a fool to feel hurt. But you were enraged by the whole thing; your mind in an irrational moment called him a disgusting traitor, a pervert, a womanizer and a bastard, and it was possible that you would have ended up losing your mind if you hadn't realized that what angered you most was Gyro depriving you not of a certain specific satisfaction, but of some general freedom, even if without realizing it.  

During the months riding with the two men, you and Gyro made a habit of torturing Johnny with flirtations and jokes with ulterior motives. At first, it was all a joke initiated by Gyro, and you took it as such. Until the compliments and flirting continued even in Johnny's absence, and then during a confrontation with a group of terrorists. Of course, you knew that Gyro was never the most serious man in the world, but flirting became commonplace in situations that were too insinuating for what was supposed to be just a joke to annoy Johnny.  

Of course, you reciprocated the flirting. Apart from the expected loneliness of taking part in a transcontinental race, the fact that you were one of the few, if not the only, woman in the race didn't help when it came to trusting a partner, even for one night. Your mother did very well to make you paranoid about venereal diseases and broken hearts, and you made a point of honoring her even if it meant sacrificing a certain frequency of pleasures.  

But Gyro was everything you needed and more. Handsome, strong, funny, charming, Italian accented and reasonably hygienic, something too high for what you were used to seeing. And, surprisingly, he kept flirting with you. And he seemed extremely happy when you reciprocated, just as he seemed highly frustrated when Johnny made a point of interrupting a kiss he was about to steal from you.   

And now he was there, planted at the finish line, paying attention to the dozens of women who made a point of touching his muscles and hair - and he was receiving all this attention with a damn golden smile on his face.  

You were trying to be reasonable, though. You couldn't be absolutely sure that in the course of the race he hadn't casually established some inappropriate relationship with unknown women; of course, no matter how much you controlled yourself, there would always be cold stares with extremely elaborate explanations to say that he wasn't unaccompanied. Your jealousy would sink its pointed fangs into the fine filigree of the Italian's falsehoods, but in the end you felt you had no reason for serious alarm. It was normal for him to stay with other women for one night. Irresistibly obvious in this race. From the sweaty drunk with large breasts to the young woman full of herself with the almost insignificant possibility of no venereal disease.  

What infuriated you, you already knew. Your feelings for Gyro didn't allow you to be with other men. You'd rejected gentlemen like Mountain Tim based only on the remote possibility that one day Gyro would take the flirting to the next level, as easily as he does with his fans. But months have passed and this man has brought you nothing but frustration. 

Clenching your fists and watching the sun go down, you threw your devastated conscience out of the window. You felt romantic, hot, thirsty and very, very angry. You spun on your heels and pulled your horse up in front of a saloon, tying it to the post and taking a deep breath before entering.  

Guiding yourself through the depraved netting of the lamp-lit veranda, you walked through the door. The bar had a dim, impossibly ruby light that always signaled dubious strongholds in the old United States, but here it meant a strictly family place made for refuge. As you crossed the saloon, you had to skirt around a group of women who were saying goodbye to each other with mille grâces after an afternoon of drinks. With a harsh exclamation of recognition, one of them lunged at you. It was a short girl who attacked you with a smile of admiration, gleaming with curiosity.  

With pleasure, you greeted her. As a woman who was a candidate to win the race, you had become extremely popular, but unfortunately, your positive reputation was restricted to women.  

You sat down in front of the counter for a drink. The moon-faced attendant was holding a tray with eight glasses of sherry, but made a point of serving you with your whisky. You thanked him.  

The atmosphere seemed to suit your mood and it wasn't long before the cup was empty. Feeling hot, you took off unnecessary clothes and left them on the counter, thinking.  

What the hell was wrong with you? You and Gyro had been through so much together, and just one little group of women was enough to make him completely forget about you? You shuddered, feeling foolishly betrayed. It was warm enough that you didn't notice the tingling in your nose as you held back your sobs.   

Was he too much for you? No, he wasn't. Throughout your life, you've heard enough compliments to be sure that you were prettier than most other women, even if the obstacles and conditions of the Steel Ball Run left you more overwhelmed. And Gyro was no Mountain Tim or Johnny Joestar, you thought.  

He just had charm. Apart from that, you were prettier, smarter, and had a lot more potential than he did. But what on earth did a group of women have that you didn't?  

Several women, you thought, being only one. And then your questions began to escape from your head to overflow into your mouth and then into the attendant's ears.  

"Me, beautiful, smart, sexy, and alone. Can you believe it?"  

It was then that the tired attendant turned around, picked up a fancy cup and placed it on the counter in front of your melancholy head. Before you could look, you shuddered at the thud and, after glancing at the attendant's face, looked down at the glass.  

A very fancy drink that you had never seen before. Something like Scotch whisky, you judged by the color and smell.  

"For you." The attendant said, and you raised your head.  

"Oh, you were touched and gave it to me as a gift?" You asked, holding the cup and smelling the aroma.  

''No, that guy asked for you.’’ 

"Huh?'' 

A little disappointed, you saw that the attendant pointed at someone behind you.  

''Really? How tacky! I just want to see the bragger that...''  

And a pair of somehow emerald-blue eyes shone. His hair shone like candlelight as he lifted his face to look at you. A look so intense and direct that, if it could make a sound, it would be the same as a sword being drawn. His expression was seductive, yet cordial, retaining all the life that pulsed from the muscles marked under the sleeve of his navy blue shirt. His hat made him a man who needed no introduction. 

Dio.  

Then you turned your head back to the attendant like a pigeon would.  

Diego Brando? The pretty, talented, British jockey, Diego Brando? What the hell was he doing in a place like that? Why did he buy you that drink?   

"Are you going to miss this chance?'' The attendant asked. "Since you're so alone.''  

He was right, after all. You felt pathetic like you needed help. Like seeing a kitten with its head stuck in a meat can.  

''(Y/N)?'' A voice echoed behind you. ''(Y/N), the horsewoman?''   

''Ah!''  

You can't help but be startled. You were so surprised that you didn't turn around to see who it was, the person had to sit down next to you before you could look. It was Diego Brando, in flesh, bones and beauty. You'd never seen him so close, and he knew your name? That was an honor. An honor so great that your cheeks heated up ridiculously.  

"You're (Y/N), aren't you?'' He asked once more, his relaxed, pointed eyes coming closer to you with a confident smile.   

As a last resort, you confirmed your identity, without much idea of how to continue the conversation. Diego seemed engaged with you. He asked interesting questions, made surprising comments and seemed to know you in a strangely satisfying way. Diego Brando ordered the same drink you were having, and now you knew the name. Of course, you were too drunk to record it, but watching the attendant prepare the drink you understood that it was something with Scotch whisky, orange and a strange but delicious syrup.  

"I saw some of your work and I found it exciting.’’ He said 

Diego kept the conversation going. You were too dazed and drunk to think of anything decent to say, and you were pleased with how elegantly he took on the task of doing it for you. That man seemed like a promise, you thought. A promise seductively concealed yet nobly kept. A promise that tonight you would have company.  

"Who knew that the great British jockey liked my work?'' You said when he vaguely mentioned a championship you took part in a few years ago.  

"I did my research. You're fascinating, you know that?'' He smiled when he saw you smile in response. ''Your performance in the fourth stage? Fascinating too. You beat me twice.''  

''Jeez, do you even remember that? It was pure luck and little reward...'' 

"Besides...'' He took a sip of his drink and put it on the counter. ''You're breathtakingly beautiful up close.''  

Man, what a shame. You thought. But he's so hot.  

You weren't very happy with so many compliments coming from someone like Diego. His ulterior motives were obvious, and so were yours. Diego was rich, famous, very handsome and, above all, British. You weren't stupid and you knew that no man like him would compliment a woman so freely.  

But then again, he's so hot. And the evening was getting interesting, everyone was looking at you. You couldn't let it end there, on that counter. And Gyro will see.  

"Hey, Diego...'' You said, resting your chin on your hand, languid as a mermaid. ''I'm tired of staying down here, it's too noisy. Don't you want to drink and chat upstairs?’’ 

He looked around discreetly. He was still alone and had already drunk his share of whisky.   

''But in this place? Are you sure?'' 

''Of course.'' You laughed seductively. ''Or are you afraid I'll beat you again?''  

''Maybe I'd like that, miss.''  

You finished your drinks and went upstairs. You tried to hold back the urge to vomit - so easily attributable to fear and alcohol - but you felt a small weight suddenly burning in your belly. You bit your lip hard, and the nausea didn't overwhelm you.  

He didn't want to talk, that much was clear. But if you still had a shred of doubt, it simply disappeared when he locked the bedroom door and grabbed your waist. His breath was warm and smelled of whisky and jasmine as he stood in front of you, his hands tighter, his figure silhouetted against the murky room, illuminated by the thin candles.  

"Miss...'' He said serenely. ''Unless you have any other business to attend to, I believe our conversation is over.''  

You remained motionless, your vision blurred, and at that instant you heard your heart explode. It was a small, sharp sound, like the snap of a flower stem breaking.  

He was slow and careful; so were you. Every touch, every moment needed to be enjoyed, treasured - appreciated like a talisman of foolish revenge.   

In the same way that a gentleman pours his guest's glass of wine before serving himself, Diego took off his shirt before taking off yours. You touched every soft cavity of his torso, the hidden places of his body. You felt the grace and strength of every curve of his bones, the wonder of his tightly entwined muscles, slender and supple across the width of his shoulders, smooth and solid across the expanse of his back, rigid as young oak on the columns of his thighs.  

Then his hands, cold as a lizard’s, landed on your breasts, giving you a pleasurable thermal shock.  

"Diego...'' 

"You must be honored..." He said, his breath warm on your neck, teasing each nipple with small circular touches. "A man should pay homage to you and your body. Because you are beautiful and you have that right." 

He kissed you and you closed your eyes. His lips were warm and dry, familiar - yet you felt a shockwave run through your body.   

Your lips, which you threw in front of him so that he couldn't help but kiss them, paralyzed you and encouraged you. Now, looking down, you could clearly see the swelling and commotion in Diego's pants. As you were already too far gone to stop properly, and in fact were no longer able to hold back or wait for the slower progress of your shyness, you slid your hands between his thighs, on one of which you could see and feel something rigid and hard, confined by his pants, and for which your fingers couldn't find the end.  

You didn't feel the air moving against your face, you didn't feel the hot breath coming from his nose or mouth. It was like kissing a mask. The air, humid, coming from the depths of his lungs, blew cold on your neck, like the exhalation of a cave. You felt the hairs on your arms stand on end and you took a step back, hoping that neither shock nor revulsion would be evident on your face.  

Yes, revulsion. You were disgusted, but not by Diego. Diego was a gentleman, attractive, charming... but an enemy. Kissing him like that tasted like betrayal. Gyro and Johnny saved your life at the start of this damn race, and this is how you repay them?  

His eyes were closed tightly. The muscle in his jaw twitched.  

"I'm sorry...'' You whispered, squeezing the muscle in his arm to make him believe it. ''I can’t do it.'' 

"What?'' Confused by the sudden interruption, Diego kept his hands in the air, holding the glowing silhouette of where his waist should be. ''What do you mean?'' 

His clearly dissatisfied face showed how offended he was beginning to be by the situation. You bent down and picked up your shirt, thankful that it was the only piece of clothing you had taken off, and put it on with the same skill as a chimpanzee, staggering, grunting and cursing. 

"I know...'' You said when you finally managed to get dressed. "Sorry, I'm not feeling well. I think the drink made me sick.'' 

And then you gave an embarrassed smile, opening the door and running out of that damn bar at such speed that you could beat any stage of the Steel Ball Run without needing your horse. 

"It's hot as hell!" That's what they shouted after you.  

You reached the cliffs just before noon. They weren't really cliffs, more like limestone ledges and columns, jutting out of the yellowish grass of the surrounding hills, like the ruins of an ancient city. The clear tips showed cracks and fissures caused by the passage of time and the weather, dotted with thousands of tiny, strange plants, which found a foothold in the slightest remnant of eroded soil.  

You left the horses on the grass and walked up to a wide, flat limestone ledge covered with tufts of wild grass, just below the highest cluster of rocks. There was little shade from the sparse bushes, but at that height it was possible to feel a slight breeze.  

"My, how hot it is!" Gyro said. He unbuttoned his shirt, which fell around his feet as he began to shed some of his clothes.  

"What are you doing, Gyro?" You asked, trying not to laugh.   

"Taking my clothes off." He answered pragmatically. ''Why don't you do the same, bella? You're sweatier than I am.'' 

"Me? Take off my clothes? Which of those rocks did you hit your head on?"  

He laughed, his voice resonating in his broad chest and glistening in the sunlight.  

''There's no one to see, don't worry!"   

''Oh, yes, of course... You're just another horse grazing around, aren't you?''  

"I'm the best audience you can imagine." He joked. "At least take off the parts of your clothes that are making you sweat."  

After a moment's hesitation, you did as he suggested. It was an entirely isolated spot; too rocky and hard for sheep, the chance of even a stray flock getting up there was very remote, and Johnny would be busy in camp for quite a while. And alone, naked, away from Johnny and the waves of unwelcome fans... Gyro spread his cape on the ground as you stripped off your sweat-stained clothes, leaving only a strip on your chest and your pants.  

All my clothes are making me sweat, you thought critically.  

He stretched languidly and lay down, his arms behind his head, completely oblivious to curious ants, sparse pebbles and thorny stumps of vegetation.  

"your skin must be like goat leather." You observed. "How can you lie like that on the bare ground?"  

Naked like him, you stretched out more comfortably in the thick folds of the cape he had thoughtfully laid out for you.  

He shrugged, his eyes closed against the heat of the afternoon sun. The light bathed him in gold where he lay, making him glow in golden-red tones against the dark background of the wild grass.  

"That's good for me. But you have to be careful, it would be a shame if those ants stung your beautiful skin." He said comfortingly, and fell silent. The sound of his breathing was close enough to reach you above the faint whine of the breeze that crossed the rocky ridges above you.  

You turned over on your stomach and rested your chin on your crossed arms, watching him. He was broad in the shoulders and narrow in the hips, with long, vigorous hips and thighs, and slight depressions formed by hard muscles even when he was relaxed. The warm, gentle breeze stirred the still-damp tufts of soft, hay-colored hair in his armpits and ruffled the golden hair that fluttered delicately about his wrists, where it held his head. The slight breeze was welcome, because you could feel the warm sun on your shoulders and shoulder blades.  

God, how you loved that man. Every fiber of your being loved every fiber of his being. The bad jokes, the singing, the flirting, the impromptu songs, everything that made your day in the race better was him. You smiled, and smiling you felt your heart beating like a drum against his cape. You breathed heavily, trying to control your beats, as if he might hear them at any moment.  

"Did you manage to sleep?" He asked, smiling.  

"I think so. Did you sleep well?"  

"Like a baby."  

''As always."  

The outline of a smile twitched at the corners of his mouth. After a moment, he rolled over on top of the cover, much closer to you. A few leaves clung to his back and arms, but he didn't mind them as much as he minded the leaves on your shoulders. He pushed one of them away and you shivered slightly at the touch of his fingers.  

However, instead of continuing to remove the leaves, he stepped back a little and watched you, leaning on one elbow. Gyro saw something in your expression that he didn't understand and that made him slightly uneasy.  

"A penny for your thoughts." He said, tilting his head, his shiny hair sliding down his face.  

You looked at him and gave a sad smile.   

''Nothing, it's just... Whisky really didn't suit me last night."  

''Yeah... If I were you, I'd never drink again." He joked. 

''What about you? What are you thinking?’’  

He thought for a few seconds, then pulled the leaves back from your hair and shoulders, running his fingers along the ridges of your neck. Then he shifted just enough for you to see all of him and took a deep breath.  

"Well... I was wondering..." He began, then stopped, the smile disappearing from his lips. He looked down, playing with a little flower that was popping up from the grass.  

''Wondering what?" 

"Why... you went into that room with Dio."  

You thought your heart had stopped for an instant. You felt all the blood drain from your face, because you could feel the numbness of your lips as you tried to pronounce the words.  

"With... Dio?" 

''Don't worry, I didn't tell Johnny because I knew he'd be very upset... I know you were drunk, but you're not some kind of idiot. Diego could never seduce you, so... why?" 

He raised his eyes, just trying to make a superficial attempt at a lopsided smile. But the unstable smile had faded and his face was as livid as his own. He lowered his eyes again, avoiding your fixed, shocked gaze.  

"I guess everything I was imagining..." He muttered. "It was whether I'd done something wrong... Whether I should have gone to the bar with you when you invited me."  

You saw him bite his lip as if he wished the words hadn't been said, but it was too late for that. 

"How did you know?" You asked. You felt dizzy and exposed. You turned over on your stomach, pressing your body hard into the short grass.  

He shook his head, his golden teeth still clenched over his lower lip. When he finally released it, a deep, reddish mark appeared where he had bitten it.  

''(Y/N).'' He said, in a whisper. ''You don't know how to lie, let alone omit. I know you more than I should and less than I'd like to, but you're too confusing for me. The only thing I ask of you now that we're alone is sincerity. How long have we been riding? Two months? Three? Since the moment I saw you. And I've seen you smile and cry how many times... five hundred times or more?" 

He then touched you with a finger, gently, like a moth's paw, tracing the line of your arm and shoulder, down your back until you shuddered at the touch and rolled over, pulling away and facing him.  

"You've never been this distant with me." He said, his eyes attentive to the path his finger had traveled, dipping down to feel the curve of your spine. "Not even when I didn't even know your name did you act like this. But now... I thought you were tired, or simply scared of all these stand users we're meeting out there. But now I know better.''  

Then there was a long silence. You could feel the strong, painful beating of your heart against the cold ground and hear the chatter of the wind in the pines. Small birds called, far away, and you wanted to be one of them. Or at least to be far away.  

"Why?" He asked quietly. "Why lie to me and Johnny?" 

You lowered your eyes, staring at your hands, clasped under your chin, and swallowed.  

"If..." You started, swallowing again. "If I'd told you I'd been with Dio... you'd have asked about it, and then thought I was a traitor. I didn't think so... maybe you could forgive, but I would never forget." 

You swallowed again. Your hands were cold despite the heat and you felt a ball of ice in your stomach. But if you were telling him the truth now, you should tell it in full.  

''If you asked... and you did, Gyro, you did! I'd have to talk about it, relive it all over again and I was afraid...'' Your voice trailed off, unable to go on, but he didn't intend to let you go.  

"Afraid of what?" He urged you on.  

You turned your head a little, not looking at him, but enough to see his dark silhouette against the light, peeking through the bright curtain of the sun in his hair.  

"I was afraid you'd know why I did what I did." You said serenely. ''Gyro... I was angry, I... How long did you stay out there, surrounded by women crazy about you? Long enough for me to drink a bottle of whisky and talk to Diego and go into the bedroom with him and... I was so angry, Gyro, about the race, the flirting. And because you'd forced me to do it... to go to that saloon alone. I wanted to do something to take my mind off you, to make sure I didn't think about you for at least one night. I did it, well, partly... because I wanted to hurt you...'' 

A muscle twitched at the corner of his mouth, but he kept looking down, staring at his interlocked hands. The chasm between you, so dangerously connected by a bridge, opened immeasurably, unbridgeable once again.  

"Yes. Well, you did it.''  

His mouth closed into a thin line and he didn't say another word for some time. Finally, he turned his head and looked straight at you. You wish you could have avoided those green eyes, but you couldn't.  

''(Y/N),'' He said softly. "what did you feel... when I preferred to stay outside, with other women?''  

A small shock ran through your body, from your scalp to the tips of your toes. It was the last question you wanted to hear.  

You opened and closed your mouth several times before finding an answer.  

"I don't know..." You said weakly. ''Anger, of course. I was furious, outraged, afraid and... feeling sorry for myself.''  

"Were you jealous?'' He asked, his tone serious.  

You took a deep breath, feeling the grass prickle your elbows.  

"Yes. I think so.'' You bit your lip, looking down.  

"Yeah, me too.'' His voice sounded low and practical next to your shoulder. ''I was angry too. Furious, outraged, and feeling sorry for myself.''  

He put his two thumbs together, one on either side of a blade of grass, and concentrated on pulling it out by the roots. The leaf came off its stem with a tiny noise. Then he lifted it between his thumbs, brushing it lightly against his lips.  

Your breathing was ragged and your eyes were brimming with tears, but not a single tear escaped to slide down your cheek. You saw Gyro drop the grass and lean his head forward, resting it on his knuckles.  

"You said you wanted to hurt me. Well, the thought of you in bed with Diego hurt more than any injury I've ever suffered on this race...''  

"But I did nothing!'' You immediately tried to explain yourself. ''I... I was going to, but I said I was sick so I left first. I didn't go to bed with him, Gyro...''  

His mouth opened silently, then closed tightly for a moment, until he found the strength to continue.  

''I don't know if my injury is mortal, but bella... I feel the blood drain from my body every time I look at you.''  

The silence between you grew and deepened. The slight buzz of an insect calling from the rocks vibrated in the air.  

Gyro was motionless, his face expressionless as he stared at the ground below. You couldn't bear that expressionless face and the thought of what might be hidden behind it. You had caught a glimpse of his despairing fury at various times and your heart cringed at the thought of that hatred, mastered at such a frightening cost and now held in an iron grip that contained not only anger, but confidence and joy. 

You desperately searched for some way to break the silence that separated you; some gesture that would restore the lost trust between the two of you. Gyro sat up straight, his arms wrapping tightly around one knee, and turned, staring out over the tranquil distant valley.  

You reached over the chasm that separated them and put your hand on his arm. It was warm from the sun, alive to the touch.  

"I love you, Gyro.''  

His head slowly turned towards you. His face still looked calm, although his emerald eyes narrowed even more as he stared at you in silence. He reached out and finally placed his hand on your cheek.  

"Ti amo anch'io, mia bella.''  

You looked down and smiled, letting out an embarrassed giggle.  

"You know I have no idea what you said...'' Your lips were trembling so much that you could barely pronounce the words.  

Suddenly, the hand that was holding your cheek rested on the back of your neck, and he surprised you when he kissed you forcefully and impetuously. Then he pulled you closer to him, holding you tightly, your mouth matching his. Then he laid you on the ground, his weight immobilizing you. His broad shoulders darkened the bright sky above you and his hands held your wrists, keeping you prisoner.  

Then he stopped kissing you, pulling his face away to admire your form.  

"Ah, bella... you don't know how long I've imagined what you'd taste like.'' He murmured, leaning down briefly to kiss your neck. You can't help but be exasperated. "But I'm still furious.''  

''Furious? Gyro...''  

"I'm furious because that bastard Diego kissed you before I did." He said firmly. ''That hurt more than waking up from the hangman's noose to feel the knife plunging into my stomach to extract my guts, bella...''  

You let the air out of your lungs with a moan when, firmly, he undressed your breasts and plunged his face into them, emerging again to kiss you, and then caress you.  

"I was a fool. But now I know how much I want you. How much I love you. Me. Only me.'' He said, the words punctuated by kisses on your neck. "Do you hear me? Only me. Never anyone else, only me! Look at me, say it! Look at me, (Y/N)!''  

Your hands, lost in desire, pulled him in for another kiss. His weight was like a rock on your chest. He moved his hips against you as he undressed you, in an imperious command, and you felt your legs spread for him in ecstasy.   

"Gyro...'' You murmured, now feeling him pull down his pants and lean in again. The friction of his skin made you throw yourself at him, wanting more. And more. 

"I want you...'' He said, more softly. "for me. I want you to say you're mine. My girl.''  

You felt the rough, thorny grass under your body, just as you felt his hand descend from your hip to your folds, exploring, playing, teasing. He felt and slid over every inch of your body, his lubricated fingers occasionally wetting the inside of your thigh when he tried to spread your legs further apart. He was delicate, something you would never expect from him. Calm and delicate, as if he was looking for the right spot to pleasure you - even if he was about to explode if he didn't seek his own pleasure soon, the vigorous member framed by tufts of lightly trimmed blond hair made that clear.  

Its prodigious size made you shudder and prop yourself up on your elbows. You can't, without pleasure, contemplate without venturing to touch; such length, such thickness of living ivory. Perfectly tanned and shaped; the arrogant rigidity stretched the skin, whose lustrous, velvety softness was highlighted by a tuft of curly, blond hair around the base; then, the broad, rosy head, and the blue streamers of its veins, you'd never imagined anything like it.  

Without being distracted from your lukewarm lust, you kissed him again and jolted when you felt his shaking, wet fingers inside you.   

You moaned and Gyro swallowed your moan with another kiss, his thumb firmly and perfectly positioned on your clitoris. You could feel the pungency of pointed rods crushed in the grass, like the scent of the man who possessed you. Your breasts were flattened under him and you felt the hairs on his chest stimulating your skin as your bodies rubbed together.   

"Bella... Why are you shaking?'' He whispered in your ear.  

Gasping, you tried to organize your thoughts to answer.  

''I'm not... Ah!''  

He let out a soft, playful ''nyo-ho'' when he saw you squirm beneath him. His fingers were firm on a perfect spot that now made you shiver and moan in a way you had never done before. The fingering continued, to the point where you could hear the sticky sound of his fingers.  

"You're shaking, see?'' He joked, but you were too busy exploding in waves of pleasure to laugh.  

You felt an intense shiver run down your spine, cruelly interrupted when Gyro took his fingers out of you and caressed your cheek, wetting it with your own fluids.  

He suddenly penetrated you hard, and you moaned and would have turned your head, but he held your face between his hands, forcing you to face him, to see his sweet, wide mouth contorted with pleasure. You gasped as he gave you what you were looking for. You thrust against him as if you wanted to escape, your back arching, pressing against his body. He lay fully on top of you, barely moving, so that your most intimate connection seemed little more than the joining of your skins.  

You closed your eyes, escaping the intensity of that gaze, and sharpened your ears to hear him panting and moaning just like you. A delicate, inexorable pressure turned your head to face him again, while the rhythmic movements continued, softer. 

"No, mia bella...'' He said half-voiced. ''Open your eyes. Look at me. Look at what you've done to me.'' 

And you looked, trapped, bound to him. You watched as he dropped the last of his masks and revealed to you the depths of his own being. His body held you captive, guiding you ahead of his noose, like the west wind in the sails of a ship.  

And you traveled into him, as he into you, so that when the last little storms of love began to shake you, he moaned louder, brutally usurping control as he moved to the rhythm of your inexorable pleasure.   

Gyro didn't need more than a few thrusts before he was overwhelmed by the wave that rushed down his spine and erupted like a rebar crashing against the rocks. When you parted, he plunged his face into your breasts again. His head was just an indistinct golden spot against your chest. The holes in the granulated leaves in the sky above you admitted only a faint glow into the heavy sky; the distant rumble of an autumn thunderstorm murmured constantly in the hills beyond your fragile tree walls. Gyro was still stiff, so stiff with desire that the touch of your hand made him moan again with a need close to pain.  

When he could no longer endure the rest, he possessed you again, and you moved together, hard, pressing, desiring, longing for that moment of ultimate union, and fearing to reach it, knowing that after it there would only be exhaustion and uncertainty.  

Over and over again he brought you to ecstasy, without you knowing exactly how, holding back, stopping, gasping into your neck with affectionate and sometimes nonsensical words in Italian, then shuddering. Until finally, you touched his face, threaded your fingers through his hair, squeezed him tightly and arched your back and hips under him, pushing, urging.  

"Come on...'' He said in a whisper, "Now. With me, bella.''  

He surrendered to you and you to him, desperation taking over passion, so that the echo of your moans seemed to die away slowly, resounding in the darkness of the cold clearing floor.  

You remained embraced, immobile, his body was a blessed weight, a shield and a consolation. A so solid body, so full of life and warmth. Why did you wait so long for this? Should you believe what he told you a few minutes ago?  

"Listen...'' He finally said, softly. "Can you hear?''  

At first, you heard nothing but the humming of the wind and the dripping of the dew through the leaves and daisies. Then you heard a steady, slow beat of his heart, pulsing against you, and yours against him, both in the same rhythm, in the rhythm of desire. The blood flowed through his body, and through its fragile link, through you and back to him.  

You lay like that, entwined. Finally, he pulled away and got dressed, looking around.  

"Are you looking for Johnny?'' You asked, standing up and feeling your legs go numb and somehow sticky. 

"He must have left us by now.'' Gyro replied, in a good mood. ''What did we come here for anyway?'' 

You sighed and laughed.  

''Water, Gyro.'' You replied. ''To get water for us and the horses.'' 

#diego brando x reader #gyro x reader #steel ball run #diego brando #gyro zeppeli #jjba part 7 #jojos bizzare adventure #ao3fic

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My beloved sweet heart 1

So, I messed up, it's way too long, and it's not great, but I'll do a second part anyway. 

Nigel Colbie x female reader (sorry Jack) 

Everything was written in advance.

Nigel knew it.

He had known it for a very long time, probably since his birth. He had felt it, but before meeting his sweet heart for the first time, he had never really glimpsed his destiny, he had not accepted his potential, nor understood his mission.

Then Y/N came into his life. He had noticed her as soon as he arrived at his new school. The mixed boarding school was filled with supposedly smart kids, the nation's elite, but Nigel knew the truth. They were mostly wealthy. The only exceptions were those who had graciously obtained a scholarship, in order to fill a certain quota, while checking the capacities of the chosen ones, of course.

Y/N was one of those. She was not here by chance, but because she had earned it. A chosen one. This set her apart from the others, in addition to her beauty. In any case, Nigel found her beautiful.

But that kind of things wasn't that important to him, so even though he noticed her on the first day, he didn't pay much attention to it.

He should have.

Because everything was written in advance and he should have known that she was not just anyone. He had felt it, he had seen her for a good reason.

Even though she was smart, Y/N had some strange associations. For example, she was friend with his new roommate, Alex. Nigel didn't like him very much. He was an arrogant, self-centered boy. A jackal. There was something in him, he could have become a bigger, more important being.

Instead, he decided to prank Nigel. After drugging him, he had taken him on a train, and had fun holding him outside. Y/N was there. She didn't seem very comfortable. Later, she would confess to Nigel that she came because she wanted out of school, and couldn't without Alex's help.

She also knew he was a fool and she had wanted to prevent him from doing something stupid.

But everything was written.

The words whispered in his ear, with that breath and smell of sweat, finally bored Nigel. He spat at his roommate, who punched him in the face, screaming and pushing him out the door. This panicked Y/N, who begged him to stop.

Seeing that he wasn't listening, she tried to separate them. An unfortunate gesture, an accident, and it sent Alex towards the void.

For a moment, Nigel's fingers brushed his, he could have caught him, but he let him fall. In a second, Alex was gone.

When he turned to Y/N, he found her frozen, watching the passing landscape. Again, he thought she was beautiful. He thought a normal person would have cried, broken down, reacted. But she hadn't moved, and he wondered if she was thinking the same thing as him.

He convinced himself that she was. That they were now linked by fate, meant to be together.

Obviously, Y/N was not ready to accept this.

For the next few days, she avoided him like the plague. She only left her room to go to class, she walked faster if they passed each other in the hallways and she didn't go to the funeral of her first victim.

           "Alex is not my victim. He was my friend, I didn't want him to die, and now get out of my room."

           "Please, my heart, we both know it was heinous. Jack deserved to die. And if it was an accident, why didn't you tell the police ?"

           "They wouldn't understand. I don't want to go to jail."

           "You could say I killed him."

           "That wouldn't be true. Not totally. You didn't catch him, but I pushed him."

           "I won't turn you in, my sweet heart. If you're going to tell them I killed Jack, I won't deny it."

           "Why do you call him Jack ? And don't call me 'sweetheart', I'm not your sweetheart."

           "But you are. I only love you. I wasn't whole before I met you."

           "Get out, now."

Nigel couldn't blame her. He understood that she was scared, it was a big change. It was a real evidence when it was his turn to kill someone for the first time.

The choice was obvious, when he saw the boy put his hand on Y/N's shoulder. Of course, he didn't like it. He had no right to touch her, he was nothing. She didn't like it either, moving away and looking at him with disgust in her eyes, before leaving without saying anything, because he didn't even deserve her talking to him.

On the other hand, he deserved a punishment. Like the avenging arm of justice sent by Fate, Nigel gave him what he deserved.

This did not please his heart at all, still too fragile.

           "Tell me it wasn't you who killed Raj ?"

           "You were also 'friends' with him ?" he asked, continuing to read his book on anatomy.

           "He was friends with Alex. That's not the point. Did you kill him ? Why ?"

           "You know why."

She didn't answer, going back to her room. Modest, pure Y/N. She pretended not to like his attentions, his gifts. But she didn't go to the police, and Nigel knew how to read the signs. He continued to present his offerings to her, be they books, exam answers, or corpses.

Y/N was lucky not to have a roommate. Nigel didn't have any either, thanks to her, so he could go out during the night whenever he wanted to, to visit her.

The first few times, she was asleep. She was beautiful, lit by the moonlight. Nigel could watch her for hours. Then one evening he came in while she was awake.

She stared at him for a long time, her eyes wide, until he closed the door to go back to his own room. Without needing to speak, they had communicated. He had understood that she was furious that he was there. He liked this, these silent conversations.

Afterwards, if she blocked the door with a chair, he didn't insist. If she didn't, he stayed to admire her.

One night he did not find her in her bed. Yet he knew she was here, the window was closed. Without turning to the closet, he touched the books on the desk, he licked a pen, and he lay down in bed, hugging and sniffing her pillow.

           "You should get some sleep, sweetheart." he said simply when he was done.

As he was down the hall, he was sure he heard the closet door open.

Then came the best day of his life. Their common murder. The murder of his parents. A necessary step, which he had been thinking about for a long time.

Oh, sweet heart. Beloved Maraclea.

Using his father's hand to kill his mother was easy. Getting Y/N to come was more complicated. For a moment, Nigel thought she wouldn't get his message in time, that she would be afraid to come. But when he was her face, her eyes on his mother's body, as cold and piercing as when she had watched Jack fall, he had smiled.

It was written. It was fate.

           "You came." he sighed happily.

           "You are insane." she replied, taking the weapon his father had dropped.

If she had killed him, Nigel wouldn't have been mad at her. Murder was a very intimate act. To be killed by her would have been an honour. He would also have been very happy to kill her. Of course, he would have missed her. He would have wanted to keep her body forever.

But it was all written, they were meant to be together, to be one, united in a mission, and when his father stirred, Y/N shot him.

She had never looked so beautiful. Red suited her well. While Nigel cleaned the house, she sat near the entrance, staring at the wall.

She didn't move when he sat across from her.

           "You were gorgeous tonight."

           "I will kill you one day."

           "But not tonight, my sweet heart."

           "I am not your heart." she said. She often said that, whenever he called her that, as if it weren't true. Maybe she didn't realize it was true, not yet.

She still didn't move when he kissed her, before gently wiping the blood from her face.

If he could, Nigel would have taken a picture of her at that moment. He had hundreds of pictures of her. He would have shown them to her, if he hadn't sensed that she was going to take it badly. Yet it was a way to show her that he really loved her. That she was the only thing he thought about, the air in his lungs, the beating heart in his chest.

To prove it to her, Nigel approached a girl from school the very next day. An insignificant girl he had never noticed before. He thought that would make his sweet Y/N react, that she would be furious. Like when he saw Raj touching her.

She was furious. But she didn't try to kill the girl, or to kill him. No, she left the school, returned to her parents, saying she needed a rest.

People thought it was because of Jack and Raj. Everyone thought they were friends after all, and it was normal for her to feel bad after they died.

Nigel realized right away that he had made a mistake. Not because he made her an accomplice to murder. He had planned everything, there were no fingerprints, no motive, they had alibis and no one would find his parents for several days.

Maybe he had been in too much of a hurry. He had rushed her a bit, forcing her to act before she was ready. But she was smart, like him she had certainly sensed there was more.

His mistake was that he hurt her. Instead of showing her all his affection, by offering her this stupid girl as a sacrifice, he had let her believe that after all that they had been through, he was interested in someone else.

To reassure her, he killed the girl himself. The winter holidays arrived, so Y/N didn't come back right away, to forgive him for his mistake.

When the holidays were over, she didn't come back either.

Nigel was going crazy without her. It was worse when the principal announced that there had been an accident at her house, a fire, and that she had not survived.

He fainted. He couldn't believe his heart was dead. He hadn't seen her again, not since that magical night, when she was covered in his father's blood, and he had been able to kiss her.

Without her, his life had no meaning. He was empty again, incomplete. They were supposed to do this together.

For a while, Nigel thought about suicide. He wanted to join her. He went to her grave, where he wept as he hugged the headstone.

He hadn't cried for years. In fact, he couldn't remember if he had ever cried.

He also thought of finding someone else. But he couldn't. He only had one heart, and she was gone.

Everything was written. So maybe things were meant to be like this. He must have known love, happiness. To have met his other half, who had shown him the way. Who had killed for him, allowing him to kill in turn.

Now orphaned, rich, and his heart buried, nothing could stop him.

#like minds #murderous intent #nigel colbie #nigel colbie x reader #nigel colbie imagine #nigel colbie fanfiction #tom sturridge

[retrobr]

First of all, please don't feel forced to post this ask. I'm sending it mainly for you. You can keep it in your inbox, delete it, or reply. The important thing is that you read the message.

Don't get attached to what other people think of you. Social life is often fake. If you get too attached to what people behind a screen think (which, actually, is not exactly like that, as you only know what they tell you, without knowing exactly what they think), you'll end up forgetting what YOU want. Do things for YOU. It doesn't matter what other people think. It's not the number of notes that makes your art worthwhile. Detach yourself from the numbers. You must draw/write according to YOUR will. Don't try to please others, because that gets you nowhere. Many fabulous artists post their art on Tumblr and receive barely a dozen notes (sometimes not even that). And you think that's what keeps them from posting? Not at all! And the proof is that I'm one of them. I draw what I like and share what I like too. If others like it, so much the better. If they don't, too bad. I like it. Art, drawing, writing is something that, above all, must please and give pleasure to the author. It shouldn't be about begging for attention. Art is worth much more than that. Your art is superb. It saddens me, though, that you draw what gets you more notes (i.e. what's most popular). I see very few drawings of your OCs. Is that because you're afraid it won't be popular? If so, please FORGET the popularity of your drawings. After all, do you draw for yourself or for others?

Sincerely,

One of your mutuals who doesn't interact much with you, but who'd like to see you drawing for yourself, and not for others.

I won't be able to answer this briefly, so, well, some people may read this and some may not.

It's not about notes under my posts, popularity, or art in general; it's mostly about me and my feelings.

I have to admit: yes, I used to draw mostly for recognition, for the number of notes under my posts; I somehow didn’t care whether I liked my drawings or not. But in all this killing of time there was one small reason that I didn't want to admit until the very end: I did it so as not to feel lonely. I wanted to feel that someone needed my art and someone needed me.

Nowadays I draw purely (almost) for myself, because I like it. I started putting more time and effort into my drawings because I want them to please my eyes. For the most part, I don’t care that much what people think about my art. People like it? Cool, I'm flattered, soon I'll show you a new drawing. People don't like it? Well, I can't help it, it's your choice. But that’s not the point, the reason that I mentioned earlier still remains, and it probably won’t disappear anytime soon.

This is a pretty harsh admission, but I've been lonely for over a year. No friends, no buddies, no one with whom I could share my mood or ask how they were doing, at all. And I really mean it, I had no one at all to talk to. And yes, this worries me very much.

And in the past, I wanted to attract people's attention with my artworks because I hoped that people would pay attention to me and want to be friends with me. And even now I partly do this, although recently I began to try to take decisive actions to try to make friends with someone. I messaged people, tried to find people with whom my interests could coincide, and tried to maintain communication beyond one dialogue.

Unfortunately, I'm very tired of doing this. I'm tired of taking initiative, tired of waiting for someone to text me first and ask how I'm doing. I realized that if I stopped messaging someone first, almost no one would care about me; this means that I constantly have to do something so that people will care about me, but, as I said, I'm really tired of trying to do something.

And yes, I'm jealous of people who didn't put in too much effort but were able to make a lot of friends. Unfortunately, I can't do that (perhaps there is some problem in me that I simply don't notice; perhaps I'm too obsessive and strange, pathetic and always complaining about life, and I don't deny it). Every time I see this, I quietly think: "wow, dude, so many people care about you, that's really cool I guess."

And this once again makes me convinced that in terms of finding friends and acquaintances, I'm almost a complete fool. Even though I try to do it, the results are too small; my efforts to make friends are mostly in vain, and most of the people only expect art content from me.

After my short break from social media, I happened to notice that people don’t really care that much about my absence, about me as a person. Yes, there are people who care about my condition and my absence online, but there are very few of them. This makes me feel very lonely and even.. helpless, let's say?

All this has been building up in me for a year, and recently I had a not-so-best episode in my emotional state. Like I said, I'm tired of putting in the effort and going out of my way to find friends and keep in touch because a lot of people just don't need it. I don't know where to put myself and what to do with all this emotional garbage.

In the end, I want to say that I felt quite... calm during my break from social media, and it got me thinking: do I even need all this? Do I need to keep drawing and interacting with people if they don't care?..

But nevertheless, thank you anon mutual for your concern about my condition. You are one of the few who showed concern for me and I'm very grateful for it. And also thanks to all those people who supported me in this difficult moment, you have no idea how important you are to me.

I don't know if anyone read this to the very end (thank you if you read this, it's very important to me), but I had to speak up and clarify my situation. I don't know what to do next; maybe I need to think some more, or even leave social media in general (because, once again, who cares?..)

I don't care if all this shit sounds sentimental and stupid or anything like that; I'm a person, not a soulless drawing machine, and I have feelings too.

#yeah i wrote this out of emotion. i want people to know why exactly I often feel bad #long post #personal stuff

[taeminsung]

coffee shop..

pairing: lee felix x reader

summary: off days mean the roommates get mid-morning coffee, and felix picks the local shop in the hopes of seeing you.

a/n: please enjoy ♡

The aroma of his favorite coffee shop danced in and out of his nostrils as he laughed at Minho’s reaction to learning that he somehow paid for Jeongin’s iced drink as well. It wasn’t the first time that the youngest had managed to get their hyung to pay for the drinks. Felix found his eyes wandering around the shop as Minho continued to question how it was possible. He knew the conversation would be brought back up again as soon as Seungmin arrived, even though no one would ever reveal the youngest’s secret.

His eyes caught on a new piece of art that hung close to the counter. He couldn’t quite put his finger as to why there was something familiar about it. Distracted in the piece, he faintly heard Jeongin call, Seungmin over here! Felix quickly threw a wave towards the door and turned to smile at the last roommate, only to see that Seungmin had already passed, and you were walking through the door, with an adorable smile on your face. Red crept across his skin as the two of you made eye contact and you turned to giggle and whisper something to your friend.

The blush made it to his ears as he heard Minho mumble something about what just happened. Felix knew when he suggested this coffee shop that there was the possibility of running into you, in fact he secretly wished you’d be able to make it in today. It made his chest bubble with happiness as he overhead that you’d be drinking your coffee in the shop and not taking it elsewhere. Picking up his cup, he brought his lips to the rim and peaked up at you through his lashes as you took a seat at the table in front of him, facing towards him.

Voices of his friends continued to chatter around him as he kept stealing glances at you. A soft smile pulled at his lips as he watched you excitedly told you friend something while pointing towards the counter. It took him a moment to realize the reason it looked so familiar was it was one that you had posted not to long ago to your social media in an attempt to sell the beautiful piece. A small part of him was proud of you for being able to sell it so quickly after posting.

Seungmin finally joined the table and Felix was dragged into the conversations that made the group erupt into laughs. Minho again was whining that Jeongin always seemed to get free drinks whenever they made it to the shop on their days off. Felix couldn’t help but look over to see what you were up too since he hadn’t heard your voice in a few minutes. To his surprise, he found you had a sketch book in front of you and your head slightly tilted as you were completely focused on whatever it was that you were sketching. Yongbokkie, go talk with her, Minho quietly said as the other two boys were deep in conversation about a new project.

Slowly, he let his lungs fill with air as he stared at his nearly empty coffee cup, before exhaling and nodding at Minho. He tried to rack his brain on what he could say to you without sounding like he stalked your social medias at least two times a week. Biting his lip, he decided to go with complimenting the piece in the shop and then asking what you were currently working on. As his feet took him over to your table, he was shocked to hear you say Bye, I’ll call you when I get home, to your friend as they left the table phone pressed to their ear. Gathering the last of his courage, he took the now vacant seat across from you and shakily said, Hi.

A feeling of his heart skipping a beat filled his chest, as you quickly looked up at him with a friendly smile on your face. Nerves caused him to look down at the table, unable to stop the red because of the attention you were giving him. His eyes caught on the sketch book and the sketch that was beginning to come to life, and he couldn’t help as his breathe hitched in his throat. The paper was filled with an unfinished familiar freckled face boy that he knew would be spectacular when it was completed. Your voice quickly pulled his attention off the drawings and back to your breathtaking face, oh I’m very embarrassed! You just have such beautiful freckles and couldn’t help but feel inspired by them. Sorry if it’s weird to have me drawing you, your voice rambled on.

After a moment, he realized he was staring at you and not saying anything as silence filled the air around your apology. No, no, I really like it. You are extremely talented, Felix quickly let out not wanting you to be worried about your sketch. In truth, he was mostly shocked that you choose to sketch him and that he never saw you look at him. A breathy giggle escaped your lips as your hand moved to cover the sketch, causing his eyes to dart to it before you could fully hide it. Something about your reaction gave him the courage to continue speaking I really do like it. I saw your work by the counter and wanted to say congratulations on having it hanging up here.

The corner of his lips pulled up even more as a soft shade of red filled your cheeks thanking him for the compliments and explaining how you were able to convenience the shop owner to buy and display the piece since this was your favorite place in the city to get coffee. For him it felt incredibly natural talking with you, as though he had known you for years. Both of your laughs filled the small space between you, steadily making his crush on you grow. Time ticked on as the conversation flowed, never failing or giving silence a chance to creep in. Felix was so engrossed with your explanation of something that he didn’t notice Seungmin place two cups of coffee down while whispering We are going to go back to the dorm. See you later Yongbokkie.

Felix felt weak as he watched the smile brighten your face even more saying Thank you!, and then diving back into what you were saving before. He knew that if you allowed it, he didn’t ever want to let you go from this moment forward. It was the way you got so animated explaining what you loved to do and how you played with your hair when sharing where you get your inspirations from. Hours passed before he was finally on his way back to the dorm, a smile stuck on his face as he kept looking down at his phone that shown with your number. This day had turned into a memory that he understood he would never forget because it was the beginning of something remarkable.

♡ ── thank you for reading! requests are open.

#stray kids #lee felix #felix #lee yongbok #stray kids imagine #felix imagine #skz #skz imagine #stray kids fluff #felix fluff #stray kids dream #felix x reader #lee felix x reader

[lostinwoso]

Horror Movies & Confessions (Leila Ouahabi x Reader)

Request: Best Friends to Lovers

"Come on, please?"

"No."

A new horror movie on Netflix came out a few days ago and since then Leila has been non-stop asking you to watch it with her.

She is aware of your dislike of horror movies, so you don't understand why she even asks you in the first place.

"You know I don't like them, you don't even like them, why do you wanna watch it so desperately?"

You two have been best friends for a long time, so you also know how she doesn't like these movies, always getting scared too easy.

"People say it's good! Plus, we haven't been able to spend much time together recently and for the dislike part, it's not that bad when you're watching it with someone else." she explains to you, a slight pout visible on her face.

"So?" She asks after a minute of silence.

Grabbing your training bag, you walk over to her, pressing a small kiss to her cheek, smiling at her afterwards, "Nope." continuing after to make your way out of the locker room.

An annoyed groan could be heard behind you, shortly followed by her shouting after you, "I'll pay for the food! And if it really is that scary, we can just switch to another movie, come on, I wanna spend some time with you."

Turning around you see her pout now clearly visible, she is right, you two haven't been able to spend much time together recently, still you can't help but slightly doubt the sincerity about changing the movie.

Letting out a sigh, you respond, "I expect my favorite food and dessert! See you at 6." starting your journey to your car again right after.

An excited, "Yes! See you lateeeeer!" was all you heard before stepping outside the building.

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You arrived on time, the food not long after. The both of you decided to start the movie after eating, so you could enjoy it without having to be on the edge of being scared or seeing weird scenes that could make you lose your hunger.

Finished you put the leftovers into the kitchen, coming back into the living room you two get comfortable on the couch, "Are we ready?" she asks searching for the movie, "Probably not." you reply with a sigh.

"I will protect you, I promise." She exclaims, throwing a wink your way, pressing play right after.

Rolling your eyes, you put your attention on the TV in front of you, trying to prepare yourself for what is about to happen.

It's not long into the movie, and you already wish you could do anything other than watching it, "So about switching the movie?" you speak up, remembering the words the girl next to you spoke earlier.

"I don't think it's that bad already." She says, although her voice sounding not completely convincing.

"It is." You respond, slightly annoyed.

"Aw, come on, would you feel better if we cuddled? I can protect you even better then." she offers, opening her arms for you.

Cuddling is nothing new between you, but after realizing a while ago that you might have caught a crush on your best friend, you can't help but feel a bit nervous. It's actually the reason why you haven't been spending that much time with her recently, you hoped with a bit of space that the crush would disappear, but it only made you long for her more.

Moving over into her arms, you make yourself comfortable, mumbling, "If I can't fall asleep because of the movie, I will make you stay up all night with me no matter what.".

She lets's out a short laugh, pressing a kiss to your head, "Deal!"

You spent most of the movie hiding your face in Leila's side, the noises unfortunately still clearly audible for you to hear. No shot you would be able to fall asleep after this.

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After the movie was finally done, you two move into her bed, deciding to just stay over at heirs due to it being late and not wanting to be alone.

"That was really bad." you speak into the dark room.

"It was, but thank you for coming over, I missed you." She replies, turning on her side to face your way.

You also turn around, now face to face you whisper, "I missed you too, sorry for being so absent."

"What happened? One moment we were hanging out as always, and then it just stopped, I thought we tell each other everything?" She whispers back, hurt notable in her voice.

Moving again, you turn on your back again, closing your eyes, a sigh leaving your lips.

Feeling her moving next to you, you open your eyes again, Leila now sitting up and looking down at you in concern.

You feel the need to get it finally out of your chest, so that even if she doesn't share the same feelings as you, you could maybe start moving past it when talking about it.

So, closing your eyes once more, you mumble, "I have feelings for you."

"What? I can't understand you, you have to speak clearer."

Letting out a groan, you cover your face with your hands before speaking up again, "I said I have feelings for you."

It's silence for a moment, no one's talking or moving.

That's until you feel her soft hands lifting your own hands off your face, you are scared to open your eyes, to see her reaction.

But after taking one more deep breath, you open your eyes, surprised when you see her smiling down at you, happiness visible in her eyes.

Her eyes are scanning your face before stopping to look into your eyes, "I have feelings for you too." holding eye contact a moment longer before her eyes drop to your lips, a silent question.

A nod of your head is all she needs before you two lean in, lips meeting in an unforgettable kiss.

Breaking apart after air is needed, you two just smile at each other, "You know, I only choose the movie, so I could find an excuse to be closer to you." She confesses to you.

"Well, mission successful, but unfortunately I won't be getting no sleep now." You reply.

She lays back down, pulling you into her as soon as she is comfortable, "I know I'm sorry, how about we watch Wall-E to distract you?"

"Is that even a question?", she quickly reaches over to her night stand to get the laptop putting the movie on, holding you tight in her arms the entire time.

Halfway through the movie she speaks up, "Wait, we are dating now, right?"

Rolling your eyes, you lean up to press a quick to her lips, "Yes."

"Good." she whispers, kissing you once more before you both turn the attention back to the movie playing.

#woso x reader #woso imagines #woso imagine #leila ouahabi imagine #leila ouahabi imagines #leila ouahabi x reader #espwnt x reader

[bobaboob]

based on a hc from my twitter mutual i couldn't get out of my head

please enjoy my self indulgent older brother diluc and his weird sisterdaughter diona <3

words: 4.2k

Diluc hears her before he sees her.

It’s late. Late enough that even the most incorrigible drunkards Mondstadt has to offer have long deserted her dark streets.

He had closed up shop at the tavern not five minutes earlier, sighing as he shouldered his coat and prepared to begin his nightly rounds of the city. Before he could shed his usual attire, shifting personas as easily as day shifts to night, he had been struck with the whim of going to visit the cats that gathered outside of the neighboring Cat’s Tail, attracted by the bowls of fish tidbits the owner left out. Surely no one would begrudge him this small luxury of companionship before he resigned himself to the lonely night once more?

Besides, there’s no one awake to judge him as he changes course, feet turning from the familiar path home to the alley that leads to the other tavern.

He’s only half the vigilant traveler he usually is as he winds quietly past the empty flower stalls, his tall frame slumped slightly in thought. He should really remember to bring food for these strays more often. Not that they weren’t well fed already- Diluc is sure he’s far from the only one regularly paying his attentions to them- but it can’t hurt. The smaller ones tend to be scared of his size when he stoops down to offer a hand to them, so maybe he ought to put in more effort to being approachable...

Diluc is so preoccupied with the issue of the fickle affections of Mondstadt’s strays that he almost doesn’t hear her the first time, but the second sound makes him pause, his already quiet footfalls stilling to nothing. A soft, hiccuping sob echoes down the cobblestone path.

Oh. That’s a child’s sob, Diluc realizes. No enemy, regardless of skill, could mimic that tone. 

A few painful memories threaten to surface, skimming the back of his consciousness. He steadily ignores them.

There it is again. Diluc’s soft, quiet breathing contrasts his racing thoughts as he tries to rationally plan his next move. Obviously, the parental voice in his head (that sounds suspiciously like his father) says, you should carefully approach the child and see if they’re hurt, or lost, or scared, or if you can do anything to help.

The other half of his brain reminds him that he doesn’t have the best track record when dealing with children, and... Well. If he’s being honest, he’ll probably just scare them even more.

Regardless of his internal conflict, though, the one part of himself that Diluc can never repress is holding its own. His conscience, bastard that it is, won’t let him leave the scene of a crying child without doing something. 

He exhales through his nose. Okay. You can do this, moron. It’s just a kid. His feet move forward, purposefully a bit louder than usual- he doesn’t want to surprise them. Just don’t be scary. Be normal. Be an adult who wants to help. Be Fath-

His internal mantra stops in its tracks when he rounds the corner and takes in a small, huddled figure on the back porch of the tavern. A figure with equally small cat ears.

Oh. Oh, no. This isn’t going to work at all.

Before he can make a tactical retreat, though, she’s spotted him. He sees the hair rise on the tips of her ears and tail, but there’s no fight in her red-rimmed eyes as he meets them with his own.

He clears his throat quietly. “Are- Are you alright?”

Diona doesn’t respond, sniffling and shoving her face back into her elbow.

Of all the kids in Mondstadt, you run across the one that hates you most. Really batting a thousand tonight, huh, Diluc?

Ugh. That one sounded like Kaeya.

She’s not currently spitting venom or running away, though, and his conscience must take that as encouragement, because his boots are moving again before he notices. Small, short steps, like he’s approaching a wild animal. Which, he kind of is, he reasons to himself.

Her ears flick. She can hear him approach, he’s sure, but she just huddles closer to herself, hugging her knees tighter. She looks even smaller than usual. Diluc bites down anger at Margaret yet again for hiring such a young girl to work in a place like a tavern.

Had something happened with a patron? The vision strapped to his thigh heats up at the thought, already sending heat dancing to his fingertips. He feels the telltale creep of fury as it seeps into his bloodstream like ice. Not now, he chides. You’ll scare her. Later.

He’s within ten feet of her when her head darts up from her arms. She’s- oh, bless her, he thinks, she’s trying very hard to glare at him. In her current state, though, with tears streaking down her face and her lower lip wobbling, it’s not a very convincing act. Still, he stops, and after a moment he lowers his large body to the ground facing her.

This is what he does with the other stray cats, so theoretically it should work on this one too, right?

As if summoned by his train of thought, a lazy grey tail pokes out of the nearby bush and follows a sleek grey body that emerges from the leaves. He smiles in spite of himself, feeling Diona’s eyes on him. He holds out a large, gloved hand, before having a sudden change of heart and removing his glove, tucking it into his breast pocket and offering his bare hand to the inquisitive nose sniffing it. The cat, known to him only as Ash, seems to approve of him. She brushes up against him, letting his scarred hand scratch between her ears.

“She doesn’t usually like that.”

Diona’s voice is quiet and unsteady, but the sobs seem to have subsided for the moment. He takes that as a good sign.

“Oh?” he rumbles, keeping his eyes on the cat now rubbing against his knee. “I’ve never known her to dislike it.”

From the corner of his vision, he can see her make a face. She doesn’t say anything else, though, and Diluc feels like he should be the one to break the weighty silence that falls.

He would, if he knew what to say. Should he pretend he never saw her crying? Ask her if she wants to talk? Leave?

Before he can make up his mind, though, the opportunity is taken from him by a return of the shaking in Diona’s shoulders. Her sobs are even quieter than before, as if she’s actively trying to hide them from him. The thought breaks his heart like he didn’t know was possible.

The muffled sound of a child sobbing...

Suddenly, Diluc is eight and the sky outside the winery windows is pouring down rain and thunder on the darkened Mondstadt countryside. He peers over the railing of the staircase, drawn out of his room by the flashes of lightning outside his bedroom window and the odd sounds coming from the first floor of his home.

A particularly loud rumble shakes the house, causing the few lights in the dining room to tremble in their candelabras, and a section of the tablecloth shakes with it. There’s something under there.

Glancing back at the hallway, Diluc sees the cracked door of the room next to his and understands.

Tears are streaming down Kaeya’s face when his brother lifts the fabric and joins him under the table. Neither of them say a word. They don’t need to. The smaller boy huddles into Diluc and they sit like that as the storm rages outside.

Then, the thunder cracks again and the Diluc from fifteen years later resurfaces from his reverie.

Against his better judgment, he gets to his feet slowly, Ash trailing in his wake as he moves towards the steps the girl is seated on. He stops short in front of her, kneeling until he’s at her eye level, and opens and closes his mouth a few times as he gathers resolve.

“Diona.”

She doesn’t look up. “What do-” her voice breaks- “What do you want?”

He frowns. What does he want? Was he not making it clear that he wants to help her?

“I...” He stops, softening his voice even more until it’s barely a whisper. “Why are you crying?”

At that, her hiccuping breaths stop for moment, questioningly, as if she’s not sure she heard correctly. Before she can answer him, though, whatever troubles she’s having get the best of her and she crouches in on herself further.

By this point, Diluc is internally beside himself. He should leave; she’s clearly feeling even worse than when he got here.

He shakes his head to clear it. No. Think. His teeth grit in practiced annoyance as a familiar thought springs to mind unprompted. Do what he would do.

That Kaeya is more talented than his brother in dealing with children is possibly the worst kept secret they have between them. (Well. Maybe the second worst kept, he thinks.) Even Alice’s little daughter, who seemed to befriend the whole world as a personal mission, keeps her distance since his father passed.

He doesn’t exactly blame her, or any other child in Mondstadt. Parents teach their children to stay away from gloomy adults for a reason. It keeps them safe. If his own image is sacrificed for such a cause, he’ll gladly forfeit it.

Kaeya, on the other hand, is a favorite with most kids in the area, and for good reason.

So. What would Kaeya do?

Kaeya would... hug them? Probably?

Before he can think better of it, he lays his ungloved hand on her shaking back, hoping to provide some comfort. The girl’s breath hitches again, and she slowly brings her teary eyes up to his. He can see simultaneous misery and distrust in them, but she doesn’t look away or glare this time.

Diluc blinks. Her nose is running. 

She goes to wipe her face on her sleeve once again and he unconsciously retrieves his glove from his pocket, offering it to her without a word.

Her ear twitches again. He absently wonders if it’s a nervous tick, but she takes the glove anyway, wiping her scarlet waterlines. She doesn’t make eye contact. He doesn’t remove his hand.

After a moment, a meow comes from somewhere by Diluc’s boot, accompanied by a bump. Ash makes herself known, vying for the man’s attention, and he removes his other glove to absently stroke her soft fur. 

While he’s occupied finding a place to put his now-abandoned gloves, he feels a sudden weight on his chest. 

Unblinkingly, his gaze flits back and forth between Diona’s head, which now rests against his lapel, and Ash’s wise golden eyes, which hold no answers for his questions. 

She must be exhausted. That’s all his swirling mind can come up with for why she’s choosing to expose her vulnerabilities to the one man in Mondstadt indirectly responsible for so much of her pain.

He doesn’t say any of that, though. Instead, he lets his instincts take over- instincts he hasn’t had to make use of in years. Diluc’s other hand comes to rest on the pink crown of her head and his chin drops on top of it, his tired eyes sliding shut.

“Why?”

A single word from her shocks him out of a haze of memories. Memories of better days between him and his younger brother. Memories his mind is currently forcing him to recall.

“Why, what?” His voice is barely audible. 

“Why does he drink?”

Oh.

Draff, that fucker.

Diluc is going to tear Springvale to the ground. With his bare hands.

He shuts his eyes tight and clenches his jaw imperceptibly, willing the anger welling within him to dissipate. Anger is the last thing this young girl needs from an adult right now.

“I... I don’t know, Diona.” He feels her shoulders curl into his chest more at his words. “Some people... don’t know how to deal with hardship.” 

He can feel her small hands gripping his coat lapel tightly as her voice wavers out from below his chin. “He s-said he would stop. For good this time.” She sniffles. “He’s said that before. I sh-should’ve known.”

“Oh, kid,” Diluc exhales, stroking the soft hair on the top of her head. “That’s not your fault.”

She holds her silence after that for a long time. Diluc loses track of how long they sit there on the back porch of the Cat’s Tail, Diona sniffling as she rests against his chest, her eyes making damp patches on the fabric. 

His lower body is half numb by this point, forced to stay stock-still in an uncomfortable position, fearing lest he scare off the wounded animal clinging to his chest. He doesn’t mind. 

Instead, his frame begins to vibrate lowly with a familiar melody, recalling a tune he would hear Adelinde singing around the manor as a child as she dusted his father’s paintings. He barely notices he’s humming until he’s halfway through, his mind far away from the dark cobblestone alley his body crouches in.

That tune used to make him feel safe. If he’s honest with himself, as vulnerable as Diona must be at the moment, he feels equally so. It wasn’t a common occurrence for him to comfort anyone, let alone to let them use him as a pillow. Maybe that’s why he starts the melody, craving the safety he felt in those memories. 

If Adelinde were here... or Father... but how many times in a day already did he wish the late head of his clan were alive? 

Some days, he doesn’t even count the moments in between the longing. Grief, for Diluc, is a constant blanketing feeling that injects itself into his every thought even all these years later.

Still... if he were here, he would know what to do better than his fool of a son, Diluc thinks.

While his mind is thus occupied, the body he left behind continues to run on autopilot, gliding his hand gently over the crown of her head as he winds to the end of the melody. 

Diona has long ceased her hiccuping sobs, and her sniffles are coming in longer and longer intervals by the time he finishes. She makes a noise against his chest- a kind of muffled huff- and breaks away from his hold, trying to ignore the obvious mess she’s made of his tie and shirt. 

For a moment, she refuses to meet his eyes, and Diluc is suddenly afraid he’s done something wrong. Has he crossed some kind of boundary? She hardly knows him, after all.

Before he can despair for too long, however, she squeezes her eyes shut a few times and then meets his earnest gaze with less animosity than he’s ever seen in her face. 

He summons his resolve. 

“Do you have someplace safe to stay tonight?” He asks before he can think better of it. “It’s rather late for someone young to be out on their own.”

She makes a face at that and he represses the urge to smile. “’M not young. I’m grown up, I’ll have you know.”

He actually does laugh then, a smile blooming across his face that would have reminded any onlooker of another man who bore the Ragnvindr name in years past. “Of course. My apologies, Miss Kätzlein.”

He thinks he sees the corner of her mouth tilt up at that, but it could have been a trick of the light. 

“Please, let me try again.” He clears his throat, playing into his role as best as he can. “Miss Kätzlein, would you allow me to accompany you on your way home this evening? Mondstadt can be unsafe for anyone at night, you know.”

She’s shut her eyes now, looking away in disdain with her arms crossed. One green eye opens to glance at him, though, and in her expression he sees relief.

“Hm. Fine, I’ll allow it,” she preens, as if her dignity was still entirely in one piece. “If it’ll make you feel better.”

He grins, his face lighting up as he stands and offers her his arm. “It would, thank you.”

Diona refuses it, seeming to regain a semblance of her usual pride, and gets to her feet herself. Diluc attempts to right his crumpled collar and tie, giving up his gloves as a lost cause and tucking them into his pocket.

Few moments pass until they’re on their way, stopping only for Diona to refill the cat bowl by the tavern door. Ash waves her tail in farewell as they depart, padding gracefully up to her dinner in the moonlight.

The walk out onto the bridge and beyond is quiet, but it’s a comfortable silence. Diluc walks behind his charge, large boots covering the small pawprints in the sandy path leading from Mondstadt to Springvale. He makes a conscious effort to push his awareness to its limits, knowing that he has a higher priority at stake. Not a bird launches from its perch, or breeze floats through the branches above, without his notice tonight.

As they begin to approach the village, however, the man notices a change in the figure walking in front of him. Diona’s once-confident steps have begun to shrink, bringing their pace down by nearly half. Her tail swishes about nervously. Her ears, usually flicking about, now lay flat against her head instead. 

In an attempt to lighten the mood, and maybe distract her if she’s scared, he asks her an offhand question about how work at the Cat’s Tail went that evening.

He didn’t mean to bring up alcohol, but he realizes too late that it was possibly the worst subject he could have chosen.

The effect is immediate. Diona stops, turning on her heel to face him with arms crossed over her chest and a familiar look of loathing.

“Oh, wouldn’t you like to know, huh? Don’t think I’ve forgotten who you are, Mister Angel’s Share.” Her baleful gaze falls to her feet as she kicks aside a few rocks in frustration. “Mister Dawn Winery. Mister- Mister Stupid-” she punctuates the word with a particularly vicious kick- “Wine Industry. Mister...” 

She pauses, apparently having run out of disparaging epithets. The look on her face would be adorable if it wasn’t so full of disdain for him, Diluc muses to himself.

He sighs. Now is probably as good of a time as any to set the record straight.

“Diona.”

“What.” Her tone is biting.

“Do you think I like selling alcohol?” 

He crouches down to her eye level as he says it, watching for a reaction. He isn’t disappointed; her pink eyebrows rise as far as they can go and her eyes widen for a moment before returning to an even more intense glare.

“Duh.”

“You’d be wrong.”

Her mouth twists into a pout, but her eyes keep their vigilant stare. She’s really good at that, Diluc notes absently.

“I don’t believe you.”

“Too bad.” The more mature part of Diluc is sending distress signals to his brain right now, warning him that tracking down a rogue teenage cat-hybrid in the forest at night will go poorly when she decides to bolt. He ignores it in favor of the familiar rush of being able to banter with someone the way he used to.

She doesn’t look convinced, but she’s also not interrupting him, so he continues.

“Do you know why I sell wine?” 

Diona shakes her head, her tail flicking behind her. Whether that was out of curiosity or annoyance, Diluc doesn’t know.

“I sell wine because my father sold wine, and I loved my father.” His voice holds as steady as his gaze, rumbling deep in his chest. “I still love him, even in his absence.”

Diona has broken her hostile eye contact and is staring at her shoes.

“So, even though I don’t like alcohol myself-” Diona’s head shoots up at that, and he manages to curb a smile- “I run Angel’s Share and the winery because I’m taking care of my father’s legacy. What he built.” 

He swallows, voice thickening despite his best efforts. “I’m sorry that what he built has been the source of so much pain for you, Diona.”

A lull falls over the two figures on the forest path. For a moment, even the breeze ceases.

A few teardrops fall onto the dust.

Oh, shit. Shit. 

She’s crying again. You made a little girl cry, you absolute fucking idiot.

Okay, that one sounded like both him and Kaeya.

Regardless of whose voice it is that’s chastising him, though, Diluc’s knee-jerk reaction is the same. His broad hands come to rest on her shoulders and he tries to keep the panic out of his tone as he asks if she’s okay.

She doesn’t respond, but even though she’s crying, it’s not the same awful sobs that plagued her earlier, he realizes. When she looks up at him with vulnerable eyes for the second time tonight, the tears in them fall silently. 

He hopes it will be the last time she looks at him with red-rimmed eyes.

This time, he leans forward to catch her as she falls towards him, tentatively wrapping his arms around her like he’s afraid she’ll break.

No gut-wrenching sobs reach his ears now, though. After a moment when all he can hear is the wind, she speaks, and he feels his heart stop in his chest.

“I don’t know if I want to go back there tonight.”

Well.

He’s been getting better at keeping his emotions from showing on his face recently. Right now, though, should anyone happen to walk by, the mere sight of his knit brows and set jaw could make the most hardened sinner repent. 

Every man has his limits, after all.

Biting his cheek in place of the vengeance he couldn’t yet take, he pulls back and takes her hand, willing her to look him in the eyes.

“Diona.”

No response. Her other hand digs into the fabric of his shirt tighter.

“You don’t have to go home if you don’t want to.”

She sniffles.

“Will you let me offer my home to you tonight?”

Her shoulders shake again, and for a horrible moment he thinks she’s sobbing again, but then he hears her giggle and all is right with the world again.

He smiles, standing up as she dissolves into laughter. “What’s funny about that?”

“You want me to stay at the place-” Diona snorts, interrupting herself-” where all the wine in this dumb region is made?” She sounds incredulous, her eyes daring him to contradict her. She’s still laughing, though, so as far as Diluc’s concerned, her words don’t hold much bite.

Besides, he’s just relieved she’s finally stopped crying. Children are exhausting.

When her giggles have subsided, she turns her back to him, flawlessly jumping back into character. “I can’t say I’ll enjoy it, but I can endure it, I suppose.”

He takes that as an answer as good as any.

And so, with the moon creeping slowly across the inky sky, the two oddly matched traveling companions continue their journey across the Mondstadt countryside. When they reach the fork in the road, Diona doesn’t hesitate, marching past the Springvale sign without even a look of contempt.

Diluc feels a surge of pride. Then, he questions that emotion. Then, he elects to ignore those questions.

Further on down the path, she has to slow down to walk beside him when she’s no longer sure of the way. He notices the way her feet have started to drag and, immediately dismissing the notion of offering to carry her, instead asks her questions to keep her awake.

Luckily, Diona likes to talk, and she has no shortage of opinions.

Eventually, she asks him how he and Captain Kaeya are related if they feel so differently about drinking, and he laughs louder than he has in a while.

“Well, whatever. He’s still a rotten boozehound,” Diona huffs, “but at least he’s nicer than the other drunkards.”

Diluc’s mouth quirks up against his will. “Oh?”

“Yeah... that weirdo can put back drink after drink, but there was a couple of times when patrons were being weird to me, and... he set them straight.”

He’s lucky the moon isn’t bright enough to illuminate the grin on his face.

“Good. Otherwise, I’d kick his ass.”

After a while more, when the moon is almost threatening to disappear, they reach the path that winds around the winery grounds. By now, Diona is barely staying on her feet. Diluc resists the urge to steer her with his hand after she almost walks into a grapevine post. 

As the doors of the manor appear before them, the first light of dawn breaks over the distant hills.

Tonight, Diluc thinks, he’ll settle Diona in one of the many guest rooms in the winery and ensure she rests well.

Tomorrow, he’ll make a visit to Springvale.

It will be a peaceful visit. He will rationally speak to Draff about the way he treats his daughter. 

He will be polite. He will be civil.

He will not bring his claymore.

He will not.

He’s going to bring his claymore.

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Called Home to the Depths of the Forest Ch. 8

• summary – First date :3

• rating – E

• wordcount – 3.8k

• warnings – PIV sex, cunnilingus, words like "cunt" and "pussy" used for Ghost's genitals as well as "dick" and "cock," unsafe sex

• This is my first fanfic, so please let me know if there's anything I forgot to tag. Feedback is welcome and encouraged

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Ch 1. Ch. 7 Ch. 9

There was something about spring that made starting something new easier. Maybe it was the warming weather that still smelled like snow on certain days. Or maybe it was all the new life that emerged. 

Whatever it was, it gave Simon the courage to be sitting there, on an old blanket he had dug out from the closet, settled in a clearing about an hour’s hike from the cabin, just him and Johnny, surrounded by a veritable feast that he had put together. 

“And this is supposed to be some fancy sparkling wine that Gaz told me was real romantic,” Johnny explained, oblivious to the fact that Simon was not paying attention at all. 

It had taken them about a week or so to coordinate with Price and Gaz a good day for them to watch the children while Johnny took Simon on their date. 

And there they were. On a date. Together. Him and the dazzling, charismatic werewolf he had somehow convinced to be part of his life. 

He stared at Johnny, at the way his long lashes framed his eyes, making him look like a princess. 

They were both wearing some of their nicer clothes, but it wasn’t anything fancy. Simon had put on a black jumper that he had bought from one of the local boutiques in town a million years ago. It had sat in his dresser mostly untouched because the woman told him it was some kind of special wool, and he didn’t want to ruin it. 

Johnny had put on a button-down with the first three buttons undone, revealing a distracting bit of tanned skin dusted in brown hair. The only reason Simon knew that he had spent extra time on his mohawk this morning was because he had had to wait for his own turn to get ready in the bathroom. Now, a few hours later, it was back to its normally tousled state after he kept running his fingers through it. Simon was beginning to think it might be a nervous habit. 

That made him smile. The idea that he was making Johnny nervous. 

“What’s that about?” Johnny needled, poking Simon in the ribs. 

“What?” He knew exactly what he was talking about. Simon smiled wider if only to watch the way Johnny’s face lit up.

“That smile, you cheeky fucker!”

“Can’t I smile now?”

Johnny tugged at his mohawk again. 

“Do I make you nervous?” he teased. This time it was his turn to poke the other man in the ribs. Spring also made him brave, apparently. 

“Awa’ an bile yer heid!” he laughed. “I just wanted to do this right. I wanted to proper romance you, wine and dine you, then walk you home with a kiss on your doorstep.”

“Oh you think you’ll be getting a kiss?” Simon dared. He couldn’t remember the last time it had been this easy with someone.

“I put this spread together, didn’t I?” Johnny gestured with both hands to the food spread between them on the blanket. 

Simon leaned back on his elbow, propping his face up to watch him. 

Johnny’s admission made it easier for him to allow himself to indulge in thinking how beautiful the other man was. Especially in the sun streaming through the trees. Grabbing one of the berries, he popped it in his mouth before taking the proffered glass of sparkling wine and sipping at it for a moment. He set it back down in a relatively safe spot (didn’t want to spill and ruin all of Johnny’s hard work) before he spoke again. 

“There. I’ve been wine and dined, and I think you’ll remember that I own this land, so I’d say I’m home. This spot is just as good as the doorstep, don’t you think?”

The alcohol he had barely drunk couldn’t even be blamed for his boldness. Simon was just happy. He couldn’t help but grin, positively wolfish, at the stunned look on Johnny’s face.

But he recovered quickly enough. Johnny was crawling over to him in the next blink, looking every bit the predator he was. He leaned in, his mouth a hairsbreadth away. 

“Tell me you want this,” he breathed.

“Kiss me,” Simon pled. 

His lips were warm, soft against his own. It was clumsy at first, as they learned each other. Simon reached up and tangled his fingers in the hair at the base of Johnny’s neck, tugging him with him as he leaned back down. They kissed, languid and slow, breathing the same air between their lips. He felt Johnny’s hand snake across his ribs, wrapping around his waist to anchor them together. His fingers pressed into his side, firm, but not so rough as to leave bruises yet. 

If he could taste Spring, he imagined it would taste like Johnny. Simon already knew that he would remember the flavor for the rest of his life. 

“Gods, you don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this,” Johnny confessed against Simon’s mouth. 

“Tell me,” he begged between each tender meeting of their lips. 

“Years. I can’t remember a time when I didn’t want you,” Johnny admitted. 

They paused, letting the words hang between them. 

“Years?”

“Aye,” he confirmed, pressing their foreheads together with unwavering eye-contact, as if ensuring his sincerity. “Maybe this is too soon, but I’ve known awhile that you’re it for me, Si.”

He felt his heart stutter in his chest before resuming it’s frantic rhythm.

Simon surged forward, crashing their mouths together again. Johnny gasped when he slipped his tongue against the seam of his lips. 

After that it was a frenzy of teeth and tongue. He licked into his mouth, desperate to claim as much of it for himself as he could. Johnny groaned into his mouth when he took his bottom lip between his teeth, pulling harshly at it. 

“Yes, Si,” he panted, “Bite me, claim me, take me. I’m yours.”

Simon pushed at his shoulder, rolling them so he was on top, straddling Johnny’s waist. He nipped at his stubble at the corner of his jaw, and soothed the nips with his tongue. 

Johnny sunk his hands into his hair, holding Simon’s mouth to his neck as he continued, making his way down to the juncture between his neck and shoulder. He tugged impatiently when Johnny’s shirt got in his way. As soon as he figured out what Simon wanted, Johnny was tearing at the buttons, getting his shirt off as fast as he could. 

He laid back, splayed on the blanket, a feast for Simon’s eyes. It wasn’t anything he hadn’t seen before, but somehow this time felt holy. Dipping down, he licked a stripe up Johnny’s torso, pausing every few inches to kiss and bite at the skin. Simon had never been a religious man, but he could get behind worship like this. 

“Please,” Johnny whined.

He moaned when Simon bit at one nipple, laving away the sting before repeating the treatment on the other side. 

“I want to see you,” he begged, tugging on Simon’s jumper. “Need to feel you on me.”

Sitting back on his heels, he ground his hips down on Johnny’s growing erection he could feel beneath him. 

“Please!” he groaned, hands scrambling to divest him of his sweater. 

In one motion, Simon pulled off both his jumper and the shirt he was wearing underneath. And then he was back, mouth on Johnny’s, more of a saliva swap than anything that could resemble a kiss. 

“Tell me what you want,” Simon prompted, moving away from Johnny’s lips to suck a bruise on his neck. 

“Wanna be inside you,” he moaned. 

“God yes,” he agreed, taking Johnny’s hands from his hips and moving them to the closure on his pants. 

Simon sat back again, rubbing the heat of his core against Johnny’s cock before he rose to his knees so they could take his pants off. Taking advantage of their momentary separation, Johnny practically ripped his own jeans off, shoving them down to reveal thighs Simon wanted wrapped around his head. 

“Fuck, your cunt smells divine,” Johnny said, voice drenched in his desire. He looked to Simon for permission before dipping his fingers between his thighs at the nod he received. 

He had to laugh, but it was quickly cut off with a moan. “Because that’s what every man wants to hear.”

“Baby, I will say whatever you want me to if it means I can get your dick in my mouth.”

“You’re insatiable,” Simon gasped as Johnny laid back, tugging him by his hips, guiding him to hover over his mouth.

“Sit on my face, Si. Want to drown in your pussy.”

And he was nothing if not a gentleman, he had to fulfill such an ardent request, but Johnny didn’t wait for him. Instead, he wrapped his arms around his thighs and yanked him down to sit firmly on his face.

Soon enough, any and all thoughts other than Johnny’s clever tongue fled from his mind. Simon moaned as Johnny focused on his dick, giving it a few slow licks before he wrapped his lips around it and sucked. Alternating between lapping at his cock and dipping into and around his hole, Johnny left him feeling thoroughly ravished as the orgasm built. 

He was practically doubled over, squeezing Johnny’s head between his thighs as he dug his fingers into his stupid mohawk, keeping him pinned exactly where he was. 

When he hummed with Simon’s dick in his mouth, he swore he saw stars. 

“Fuck, I’m getting close, do that again.”

And he did. Johnny slipped his fingers inside him while he was distracted, pushing him higher and higher as they pumped in and out. 

Simon swore as he came when Johnny found that spongy spot inside of him at the same time that he sucked hard on his cock. 

As his vision returned from the blinding white it had been, he looked down to where Johnny was sucking marks into his inner thighs. 

“You look so beautiful like this,” he murmured, kissing one of the bruises he had left. 

Simon chuckled, still trying to catch his breath. 

“Should keep you right here forever. You’ve never looked better than you do covered in my cum,” he teased.

“You wouldn’t hear me complaining.”

Simon slid down Johnny’s body so he could lean in and kiss him. He didn’t mind tasting himself on his tongue. As they took languid sips of each other, Simon reached back to slide the head of Johnny’s cock between his slick folds. 

Abruptly, Johnny tore his lips away. 

“I don’t have a condom,” he whispered, an apology written across his face. 

“Shit,” Simon cursed. He was quiet a moment, thinking, but he didn’t move from where he lay plastered against Johnny’s chest. Making up his mind, he looked back at Johnny who looked like he was a second away from pumping the breaks. 

“Are you clean?”

Johnny startled.

“What? Um, yeah? I haven’t been with anyone since I met you.” He looked confused.

“That’s like six years?” Simon noted incredulously. 

The bastard had the gall to look bashful, a blush creeping over his face. 

“I said you were it for me, Si. I meant it.”

“You’re something else, John MacTavish,” he murmured, dipping down to kiss him again. “I’m clean too. And if you want to keep going, I’d like to.”

Johnny swiped his fingers through Simon’s pussy.

“Pregnancy?”

“Is that something we have to worry about? Are we even compatible?”

“It’s unlikely, but it’s still a risk,” he explained. 

Simon let out a frustrated breath. “How unlikely? Can you pull out?”

He snorted. “My sex ed teacher would skin me if she knew I’d be doing this.”

Grinding his cunt against Johnny’s dick again, he redirected his attention. “I’d rather you be thinking about me when you’re inside me.”

“Fuck,” Johnny groaned. “I’ll pull out, I’ll do whatever you want, Si.”

“Then fuck me,” he whispered against his lips, lining up Johnny’s cock once again.

In one thrust, Johnny was buried to the hilt inside him. They moaned in unison at the sensation. Simon swore he could feel him in his throat, the stretch just shy of painful. He would be feeling him for days. 

Slowly he started rocking back and forth, finding the right angle to ride Johnny. 

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he gasped as Simon started to pick up speed. 

The slap of skin on skin filled the air around them as they feel into a rhythm that had them panting. Together they chased that high.

“Right there, Johnny! Fuck, just like that!” 

“Simon!”

He yelped as Johnny’s cock hit his cervix, pumping in and out of him hard and fast. Johnny reached down and pressed his thumb to the tip of Simon’s dick, rubbing in a rhythm that matched his thrusts. 

“Fuck, you feel so good baby,” Johnny panted. 

“I love your goddamn cock,” Simon gasped

At his words, Johnny pounded into him with even more fervor. If someone had asked him just moments before, Simon would have said he didn’t think it was possible for them to go any harder, but they matched each other with each thrust.

Despite having come not long before, Simon could feel his second climax approaching as he bounced on Johnny’s cock. 

“Gonna come,” he warned. 

Simon blessed whatever gods were listening when Johnny didn’t change anything, just kept up the same pace and pressure. 

“Come for me, Si,” Johnny commanded, reaching up to pull him down to his lips once again. 

And when it hit, Simon moaned into Johnny’s mouth as he clenched down on his cock.

Before he could catch his breath, Simon was flipped onto his back. Johnny chased his own orgasm, the new angle allowing him to find the speed that got him creeping closer to that edge. He swore Johnny felt bigger like this.

“Did so good for me, baby,” he praised, his voice ragged. 

Simon moaned, clutching Johnny to him, no doubt scoring bright red marks down his back. 

Then he was pulling out, pumping his cock in his hand as he came, coating Simon’s stomach in creamy white pearls. He collapsed beside him on the blanket, throwing an arm around his waist. 

They laid there, catching their breath for a moment. 

“Was that a fucking knot on your dick?” Simon asked after a few minutes of silence. 

Johnny burst out laughing.

Later that afternoon, they were still sprawled together, naked on the picnic blanket. Some of the food had fallen victim to their activities, but enough of it was salvageable that they were still able to have a pleasant meal together. They took turns feeding each other between kisses and breathless laughter. 

When Johnny licked his own cum off of Simon’s skin, they went for another round before settling down again, content to exist in the silence together.

Simon rolled over, slotting himself against Johnny’s side, and laying his head on his chest. Johnny had his eyes closed, enjoying the afternoon sunshine on his face, and when he felt Simon, he automatically slung and arm around him, running his fingers through the short hair at the nape of his neck. He was warm enough that Simon didn’t feel the need to put his clothes back on quite yet. 

He felt safe.

“I had a nephew,” he whispered. “Joseph.”

Johnny opened his eyes, looking at him. He was quiet, giving Simon space to speak.

“I had a family. Before this.” They both heard the hitch in his voice.

“You don’t have to tell me anything,” Johnny whispered, raising his hand to stroke Simon’s cheek.

“I want you to know it all. I need you to know me.”

“Oh Simon, but I do know you. Knowing your heartbreak won’t change that. I know the man you’ve become, I don’t need to know the man you used to be.”

He kissed him softly. 

“Will you listen anyway?”

“Always,” Johnny promised.

And Simon laid bare every corner of his being. There was nothing left unsaid. He couldn’t even fathom the idea that he and Johnny would be anything other than entwined for the rest of their lives. By the end, he was crying silently in Johnny’s arms. Salt flavored their kiss. 

Slow kisses evolved into tender lovemaking. 

When they fell still again, it was Johnny’s turn to look up at Simon from where he lay on his chest. He held Simon like he was something worth loving.

“Do you ever feel like we’ve lived a million lives? And we keep coming together in every one.”

“All I know is I never want to live another one without you.”

By the time they made it back to the cabin, the sun was hanging low in the sky. The good mood that had carried through the whole day shattered.

“And as I said—“ Price’s voice carried through the trees as they approached.

They emerged to the scene of Price taking up the whole doorway standing in front of Detective Constable Collins on their front porch. He looked more disheveled than the last time they had seen him.

“—they didn’t say when they’d be back. If you leave your information, I’m sure they’d get back to you.” He was practically snarling at the much smaller man. 

“And as I said, Mr. Price, I’m perfectly happy to wait for them here. I’m sure they wouldn’t mind if I waited inside for them.” He wasn’t much more cordial than Price.

“Captain! Price! Sir. It’s Captain Price.”

They were interrupted before it could escalate any further.

“We’re here now. I believe we arranged to speak at the police station later this week, Detective Constable,” Ghost called across the clearing.

“Yes, I’m afraid it couldn’t wait.” Collins did not appear sorry at all.

“That’s a pity,” Ghost growled. 

Collins met them halfway, standing between them and the cabin. 

“Could you provide your whereabouts on the night of March 14th?”

Johnny jerked at the question.

“I couldn’t tell you off the top of my head. I don’t keep a diary.” Ghost’s voice was icy.

“Did you know there are scavengers out in those woods?”

“Yes. It’s a forest.”

Johnny gripped his hand tight.

“We took the cadaver dogs out yesterday. Do you know what they found?”

“I’m sure you’ll tell me.”

“Nothing. They found nothing,” Collins hissed. “Even if there was an accident, we would have found my brother’s body. Even if some fucking foxes or some other animal got ahold of him, we’d still find something.”

That would be why the idiot was still poking around. A brother. People do crazy things for family.

“If you are insinuating either of us are involved in his disappearance, I will be calling my solicitor before we continue this conversation.” Ghost’s voice was hard, even.

“Keep your appointment for later this week,” Collins spat before turning and heading back to where his vehicle was parked. 

No one moved while they watched the man disappear down the unkempt road of Simon’s drive. 

After he was gone, Simon hurried across the grass, pushing past Price and Gaz inside until he found where the pups were huddled in the corner nest again.

He let out a breath as they practically tackled him when he opened his arms for them. Two little bundles of fluff snuggled as close to him as they could get. 

“It’s alright. We’re here,” he murmured, soothing their whining cries.

He knew exactly when Johnny appeared in the doorway behind them. 

“We cleaned it up. There was nothing left.” Johnny growled. 

Simon stiffened. 

“I know.”

Johnny was pacing back and forth across the room. 

“But why is he after us?” he grumbled, musing out loud. 

“He doesn’t have anything, we’re fine,” Simon spoke softly. He knew what raised voices could mean to a child.

“But the bastard is still sniffing around, Si! He knows something.”

When Duncan whined, he did his best to soothe him.

“It’s alright, Bug.” Simon pushed up to his knees, tucking Duncan and Ailsa in with their blankets. “I’ll be right back. Johnny and I are just gonna have an adult discussion outside.”

He gripped Johnny’s elbow as he walked past, dragging him into the hallway.“You’re scaring them.” Simon’s arms were crossed, putting himself between Johnny and the door.

“Sorry, I’m just trying to figure out what Collins thinks he knows,” he sighed. He started pacing again in the hallway, tugging at his hair. “Why is he so fixated on us? On you? Did you say something that made him think we were involved?”

Simon froze. 

“I didn’t. You were there.”

Something in his tone must’ve caught Johnny off guard.

“Oh don’t be like that, Si. I just want to keep his nose out of our business, keep the pups safe.”

“And what exactly do you think I’m trying to do?” He could feel his shoulders creeping up, tension building beneath his skin.

“I don’t know! Sometimes it seems like nothing at all! You just want to hide away here in your woods and pretend like there’s nothing going on.” 

Simon wasn’t sure where the day had gone wrong. All he knew was that the man who he had poured his heart out to just a few hours ago was standing in front of him, snapping accusations.

“Take a walk.”

Johnny seemed to realize the meaning of his words as soon as Simon spoke. 

“Si, I—“

“Get out. Don’t come back until you’re ready to have a civil conversation.” He would never put the children through a screaming match. They would be safe with him.

Johnny gaped at him, searching for words, but Simon just stood with his arms crossed, unmoving. With a huff, he turned and left, pushing past Price and Gaz who still stood in the living room.

“Soap—“ Gaz started, but he was cut off when the door was firmly shut between them.

The silence seeped into every corner of the cabin. The other two men stood awkwardly, looking between Simon and the front door.

“Um, I better go after him,” Gaz muttered before ducking out after Johnny. 

Simon let out a harsh breath, dragging his hands down his face.

“Do you want me to stay tonight? The boys’ll probably go for a run to cool off,” Price spoke quietly. 

“Yeah. Don’t want to be the only one here if Collins comes back,” he sighed. 

Price nodded. “I’ll get some dinner together, you go be with the little ones.”

That night, Simon lay awake in the corner with the pups squeezed in close on either side. Hours passed. The light from the moon traveled across the ceiling as he stared at it, waiting for Johnny to come home. 

But he never did. 

Simon felt the sting of tears, but he blinked them away. He wondered when he would learn that he couldn’t truly trust anyone, no matter what his heart said. 

As if to remind him of his mistakes, his cunt throbbed with the reminder of their afternoon together.

A mistake he vowed not to repeat.

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