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cowyolks · 1 year

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The reader is walking to their bunk only to hear their name spoken rather 'heavily' in an intimate state. Soap is touching himself to the thought of them but the reader has a choice of walking by or helping maybe

Eat your words (John ‘Soap’ MacTavish) 18+

Warnings: Switch! Soap, fingering, oral (male receiving), p in v, creampie, soap being a whiny lil sub, masturbation, teasing, I’m sure there is more.

A/n: put on your party hats people! It’s about to get wild.

It was late, your body was tired, yet you had been up trying to keep track of the mounds of paperwork that scattered the area. Your desk was already a mess, so you decided to hole up in the rec room on the comfortable sofa. Now that you thought about it, you probably shouldn’t have picked the lounge. The cushions were simply too comfortable, and you felt your eyes begin to roll to the back of your head in exhaustion.

Releasing a big yawn, you stacked the files, not bothering to take them up to your scattered room. You’d work on them tomorrow, if you didn’t procrastinate.

You stood, stretching slightly as your tank top rose off your stomach, allowing the cold air to breeze across the skin. Shuddering, you began to quietly creep towards your room, hoping you wouldn’t wake up any of your teammates.

Your hand raised to the doorknob, but before you began to open it you heard the distinct call of your name. It was low and quiet, nearly lost in the stillness of the night. You shook your head, blaming your sleepiness for hearing things, yet as you began to unlock your door again, you heard the low groan of your name.

Curious, you began to sneak down the hall to the boys quarters, pinpointing the noise from one of their rooms.

It was MacTavish.

You heard the heavy calling of your name again, except this time your eyes blew out wide and your cheeks reddened at the simple tone of his voice. His door was shut tightly, but apparently he had no regard of how loud he actually was.

Hesitantly, you brought your knuckles up to his door, knocking softly against the material. You heard a loud thud and a curse from the other end. Looking down, you felt embarrassed, why had you knocked on the door?

But you stood frozen as heavy footsteps approached the other end of the door. With a rattle, Soap unlocked the door, cracking it open so only his head peaked out. He gazed down at your small frame, eyes rounding a fraction. “Y/n!” He whispered, surprise lacing his tone, a much different tone than he was using earlier.

You decided to play dumb, bouncing on the balls of your feet as he looked you up and down. “Did you need something, MacTavish?” You asked, almost hoping he would say something.

Soap tried to play it off, clearing his throat before rushing to think of something on the spot. “Umm, yeah. I have this paperwork I wanted you to sign.” He lied, still standing with half of his body being concealed by the door.

“Okay. Where are they?” You asked, narrowing your eyes playfully as he didn’t retreat from behind the door, it was always fun teasing Soap on missions, he became flustered so easy at the innuendos you spoke of. He gulped, “It’s late, I’ll just give them to you tomorrow. Besides I’m pretty tired.” He brushed you off, your eyes caught on his upper body, how his muscles of his chest were taut over his black tee.

“Why can’t I just grab them real quick and sign em’ tonight?” You pushed, a smirk painting on your lips at the panic that crossed over his face like you hadn’t heard him moan your name.

“Alright. Fine.” He gritted out, clenching his jaw. He pushed the door out, letting you inside his dimly lit room. His eyes fluttered shut as you waltzed in, your perfume causing his dick to twitch. Instead of making your way to his desk, you turned to him, sizing him up before allowing your eyes to fall to the dark sweatpants that hung low off his hips. Your eyes flicked lower. Soap did a good job of hiding his erection, tucking it into the waistband of the pants.

“How often do you think of me when you jerk that cock of yours, hmm?” You questioned boldly, shocking yourself at the vile words that flew out of your mouth. Soap flinched.

“I-” He started, but he choked on his words as you began to make your way over to him. The next words brought him to his knees.

“How about I finish what you started.”

Soap closed his eyes, gulping gently as his Adam’s apple bobbed against his throat. “You can’t just say things like that to me,” he whined, feeling himself physically ache with need. You were in front of him, a starry look in your eye as you placed a hand on his lower stomach, feeling him flex his abs from the fiery touch.

“I wasn’t joking.” You slipped a careful finger under his waistband, tracing his v-line at an agonizingly slow pace. He jolted, releasing a sigh as he slammed his eyes shut again. You snapped your finger against his waist band, instead bringing both of your palms up to his chest, then to his neck. You helped him pull his tee over his shirt, before pulling him closer.

“Jesus.” Soap mumbled as you slowly used your nails to scrape down his toned stomach. His hands moved to your waist on instinct, holding them tight against his body. “Tell me what you want, Johnny,” You commanded, feeling your own heat flood to your stomach as this man melted beneath your touch.

“I want you.” He growled out, bringing his hand past your waist to the soft curve of your ass, he squeezed harshly.

“Good Man.” You praised, raising on your tip toes, you brought your lips to his. Eagerly, Soap crushed you against him, bringing his hot tongue against your lip almost immediately. You hummed, opening your mouth slightly so he could explore. Your hands travelled down to his waist again, dipping past the pants and boxer briefs to feel his dick.

It was warm and already rock hard against your soft hand. Soap let out a gasp as you wrapped your fingers around his thick length, quickly you kissed him deeper, swallowing his noise. Blindly, you slipped him out of his clothing, feeling a gentle thud of his pants hitting the hardwood floor. Your hand was still on his dick, holding it in place as Soap kicked his pants to the side all while kissing you so hard he was bruising your lip.

Brushing your thumb against his tip, you felt warm and leaking pre-cum pool around his slit, carefully you rubbed it down his shaft, “oh shit.” Soap inhaled breaking apart from your kiss to throw his head back as his knees buckled. You pumped him a couple times, relishing in the sounds of his groans.

“You want my mouth around you, Sergeant?” You whispered against his throat, nipping slightly as he struggled to stay standing. “You’re killing me.” He gasped out, which only fueled you to pump him quicker. “That wasn’t an answer, Johnny.”

“Fuck yes.” He breathed, his eyes burning into you as you ushered him back until his thick calves hit the back of his bed. He sat quickly, looking up at you with a pleading look as you lowered to a crouch. You got a good look at his massive erection, twitching up against his stomach in the most pathetic way.

You shuffled, until you were entrapped between his thighs, locking you into a cage before you kissed the inside of it. “Please.” You heard him beg, his voice low and gravely as his Scottish accent grew stronger. Finally, you parted your lips, allowing your tongue to lick a long and hot stripe up his enormous shaft. Soap whined, threading his fingers through your hair as he gently tugged. You hollowed your cheeks, bringing your wet mouth down upon the tip.

“Just like that, princess.” Johnny mumbled, cradling the side of your neck with his rough hands, his pre cum was salty and warm, but you lapped it up like it was your last meal, Soap’s moans only fueling your fire to take all of him in your mouth.

“I’ve imagined this for so long, your pretty mouth around me.” He shivered as he met your eyes. You hummed, the vibrations bouncing off your throat were enough to make him whine, his breathing picking up as you continued the lethally slow pace.

“All I think about is you, hen.” He fell back against the mattress as you palmed his balls, all while bringing your mouth down on his whole length, your nose bumping against his pelvis. He shuddered again as your pace quickened, and it took everything in him not to spill his cum down your pretty throat.

“Stop, stop. I want to feel you before I cum.” Soap begged, sitting up as you released him with a satisfyingly wet pop.

You took a step back, stripping down to your panties and bra. Soap watched as you pitched the clothes to the side, his eyes blown wide and pupils dark as he drank you up. “Like what you see, Sergeant?” You teased him more. Soap growled, pulling you to him so you straddled onto his hips. He snatched the back of your neck, pulling you to his lips as you ground your hips against him.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He complimented, bringing his hand around the middle of your back before unclipping your bra with a twist of his finger, letting it fall as a hand immediately went to your breast’s, palming the soft tissue with a sigh. His other hand clutched your inner thigh, before sneaking to your drenched panties and pulling them to the side.

Soap hummed in surprise; a small grunt of satisfaction left his throat as he felt just how wet you truly were. “You wet like this the whole time? Just for me?” He questioned, not giving you a chance to answer before pushing a thick finger inside of you. You mewled, resting your head against the crook in his neck as he stretched your inner walls.

“Johnny…” you started, feeling yourself slowly lose control of the situation as Soap took over. He pushed another digit into you, groaning at the tightness of your pretty cunt. He moved at a quick pace, now bringing his thumb up to your clit, spinning in slow and agonizing circles as you lost control.

“I’m going cum…” you warned him as you felt your lower stomach twist as heat began to flood your senses. “Cum for me, lass.” He spoke lowly, kissing your lips as he swallowed your moans and cries as you clenched around him. “That’s it.” He praised before slipping his dripping fingers from your hole.

You panted, recovering from the high as you watch him suck each and every one of his fingers, humming at the taste of yourself on his skin. “You ready for me, darling?” He asked not even a full minute later, positioning you above him, and playfully brushing the head of his cock against your weeping opening.

“Johnny, please.” You slurred, feeling drunk with pleasure of your latest orgasm. Soap smirked, biting down on his lip as he managed the right angle before releasing his hold on your hips, you sunk down on him slowly, immediately feeling your walls stretch to fit his immense size.

The Scot sucked in a breath, pleased with how you hugged around him in a way that made his already throbbing dick pulse. “You’re so tight, darling.” He groaned as you pushed your hips down, swiveling as his head hit your sweet spot.

“I can’t believe my dick is in you right now.” He took hold of your hips in a bruising grip, helping you bounce up and down on his shaft hard and fast. You panted, feeling sweat build on your forehead as you worked. But your pace didn’t seem to be enough for John, who roughly flipped you over on your back, throwing your leg over his shoulder as he pounded into you harder.

His dog tags dropped from around his neck, dangling towards your lips as he mercilessly hit your g-spot. You moaned, not caring if the Task Force heard just how well Soap was treating you.

“I’m really close, sweetheart,” Soap admitted just as you felt the pleasant sensation of your own orgasm building. “Me too.” You gasped out, watching as his eyes lit up as his thrusts grew sloppier. You felt the sweet feeling of your release just as Soap threw back his head, emptying into you with a satisfied yelp. Your name leaving his mouth like a prayer.

You both huffed, as Soap dropped down onto the mattress beside you, a drunk grin on his face as he pleasantly kissed your neck.

“You might need to help me jerk off again, sweetheart.” He teased.

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vinvantae · 2 years

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It was a bright weekend for Silverstone this year, everyone was in high spirits as it was Mclaren’s home GP and a really good chance for some points. You and Dan walked through the paddock, the driver holding your son’s hand - just chatting about nothing, both of you ignoring the number four emblazoned on your uniform.

Dan had got a custom made toddler size t-shirt for Milo and a little bucket hat to protect his head from the sun so your son was definitely the most fashionable person in the paddock today. Dressed in his little enchanté get up? You were jealous. He looked so cosy and as Lewis approached him with a big smile you couldn’t help but giggle.

“Little man! You look so cool!” He grinned, crouching down and offering Milo a tiny fist bump.

“Well he is wearing the best merch.” Dan hummed, squeezing the hand he was still holding. “Excited for your home race?”

“Yeah, it should be good. Love Silverstone… mind if I have a cuddle with Milo?”

Dan opened his mouth to answer but realised it wasn’t up to him, it was up to you. You gave him a gentle smile before nodding at Lewis. “Only if Milo wants.”

After getting the go ahead from the toddler, the Brit scooped Milo up into a hug so Dan took the opportunity to drape his arm over your shoulder and press a kiss to your cheek before whispering in your ear. “Sorry, I didn’t even think…”

“Baby, it’s okay.” You reassured, looking at him. “It’s kind of nice that you have that sort of protectiveness over him…”

The Australian smiled softly, looking towards the youngster who was giggling with Lewis having swapped hats with the driver - Lewis’ hat far too big on his little head.

“…I’ve always loved kids but Milo? There’s… there’s just something really special about him. I can’t even begin to describe how much he means to me.”

He could. Dan knew exactly how he felt. He wasn’t dumb, he knew Milo wasn’t his son but he felt a bond towards him that he couldn’t describe in any other way than fatherly. It was terrifying. Way more terrifying than any feelings he had for you, he’d been in a relationship before but he’d never had this kind of bond with a kid.

Instead he just opted to take Milo from Lewis when the toddler reached for him, relaxing as the small boy snuggled into his chest. He pressed a soft kiss to the top of his head. “Love you, bud.”

“Love you, Danny.” He hummed contentedly.

You gave Lewis a quick hug before leading your boys to McLaren hospitality. It was very apparent that your relationship was going to be under the spotlight this weekend as no one had really been able to ask Dan about it before, and now seeing you in Lando’s kit was only going to add another layer of intrigue.

“Hey teammate!” Lando grinned, slinging his arm over your shoulder. “Ready to smash it out of the park?”

A soft smile took over your face as you nodded. “We’ll try our best. If I do something you don’t like, promise you’ll tell me?”

“Yeah, of course. Sorry again, man.” The brit said, nodding at Daniel. “I promise I’ll be on my best behaviour for your missus.”

“I’m hoping it’s only temporary but… I know you two will be alright.” He forced a smile, before handing Milo to you. “We best go get ready for the media pen.”

You watched the two drivers head up to their rooms, chatting quietly between themselves. This weekend was gonna be difficult but you just had to put on a brave face and deal with it - you wanted to show that just because they’d moved you, didn’t mean you weren’t going to put them work in. You bounced Milo on your hip as you walked out to the pitlane, thankfully as you weren’t a senior member of the team, you weren’t required to answer any questions from the press so even when they glanced your way you simply took your seat at the pitwall and minded your own business.

Unfortunately for Dan, it wasn’t so simple. Before they went out for free practice today, they were all herded into the media pen for a round of interviews whilst F2 did their sessions. Dan decided to let his PR manager guide him, not wanting to talk to anyone that they didn’t want him to. It was better to be safe than sorry.

“Hi Dan, ready for the weekend?” The reporter smiled.

“Yeah, it’s gonna be fun. Love this track and the weather is really good so it should be an interesting race.”

“Now, there’s been a lot of talk around the paddock about your relationship with a member of your team, care to comment?”

The Australian let out a soft sigh. “Not really, I don’t come to tracks on race weekends to talk about my personal life and-“

“But this is about your work too.”

His jaw tightened a little. “When we are here, she is a race engineer. I am a driver. That’s it. So no, I will not be commenting on anything.”

Thankfully, his PR manager stepped in and ushered him away. She mumbled soft praise at him for not answering any questions. As much as he was happy to be open with you, he didn’t need the media digging their talons into you - anything you weren’t willing to show in public was to remain private as far as he was concerned.

HR had ended up only requesting a relationship disclosure form from you both and it was strictly confidential so even if the media went digging they wouldn’t find anything and if someone were to leak the details to the press McLaren would have to pay out a large sum of money so it didn’t seem like anyone would take the risk. But that wasn’t going to stop the media trying to get something out of the driver.

“So is it serious?”

“How long have you been seeing each other?”

“What do you think Ben would think?”

“Dating a single mother can’t be easy. How does it feel trying to be a father to someone else’s son?”

That was it.

“I’m sorry? Do you really think it’s okay to ask that?” He snapped, brows furrowed.

“How long do you think before he’s calling you dad?”

There was nothing PR could do, it was bad enough asking about your relationship but to bring Milo into it? Literally just a kid, regardless of whether or not it was your kid or not, it wasn’t okay. That was enough.

His jaw visibly tightened and the reporter looked smug. “You’re way over the line, man. Leave the kid out of it.”

That was a mistake, now he was right underneath the media’s thumb - several other reporters now showing interest in the clear annoyance on their usual sunshine driver’s face. Several members of the McLaren team had gathered, trying to get Daniel away from the reporter before it escalated.

“I mean, she’s a single mum. She’s got baggage and that kid will never be yours no matter wh-“

“I’m not trying to claim he is my son.” Dan scowled. “He isn’t baggage. He’s the most wonderful little boy and I’m grateful she trusts me to be in his life.”

“Dan.” Max decided to step in, squeezing his friend’s shoulder, before leaning in and whispering. “Time to step away, he’s just trying to get a rise out of you.”

The driver let his former teammate steer him away, steam practically coming out of his ears. It had hit a sore spot, he loved Milo with every fibre of his being but the reporter was right, he’d never be Milo’s Dad. He wanted to be okay with it, but just the way that the toddler looked at him made his chest hurt with love. But right now, all he wanted was to get to you and Milo so he made a b-line straight for the pitwall. Your smile faltered when you saw the look on Dan’s face, he looked so stressed.

“Baby… what happened?” You asked. “What’s the matter?”

“I want to tell you so you’re not surprised when it comes out.” He grumbled. “They made some comments about Milo and me.”

You frowned and hugged your son tighter, the small boy distracted by the toys in front of him. “Oh…”

“And I snapped back, I…. I didn’t want to talk about our relationship and one guy thought it would be appropriate to bring Milo up. I’m gonna get him banned because it was disgusting behaviour.”

Every maternal instinct you had was screaming, you felt terrible. You hadn’t even thought about them using Milo against Dan, that he’d be mentioned at all. “I-I… maybe I should take him back to the hotel.”

“Hey, hey…” he whispered, cupping your cheek as your eyes brimmed with tears. “I know exactly what you’re thinking, it wasn’t you. It’s them.”

“Mummy, do not cry!” The toddler whined. “Please!”

“I know baby, I’m sorry.” You mumbled, pressing a kiss to the top of your son’s head. “You know Danny and I love you very much right?”

“So much! I love mummy and Danny too!” He beamed, his little smile so contagious. He reached out for the driver, making grabby motions with his hands. “Good luck cuddle!”

The driver smiled and scooped up the small boy, holding him close. “My little good luck charm, c’mon give me a biiiig squeeze to get all the luck in.”

Milo giggled as he put all of his might into squishing the driver, snuggling in close. You smiled and gently reached up to brush a hair from Milo’s forehead. “Maybe if you ask Danny nicely, he’ll let you warm up his seat for him. Get some of your luck in the car too.”

Dan’s eyes widened. “Really? You’re sure?”

“Please, Danny! Wanna sit!” The toddler squealed, wriggling excitedly.

“Yeah, I mean, it’s not like he’s driving it… I just panicked before because… well I overreacted really.” You admitted, blushing and rubbing the back of your neck.

The driver smiled sympathetically. “Y/n, I get it. You’re a good mum, you did what you thought was safest for your baby. Now, come with. I know you’re gonna wanna take photos.”

The three of you crossed the pitlane to the garage and after talking to some of the engineers, Daniel lowered the toddler into the cockpit.

“Look at you!” He grinned, crouching down beside the car.

Milo clapped his hands. “Look at me!”

He was right, you absolutely wanted to take photos. Dan’s voice was soft as he explained to your son what each of the buttons on his wheel did in simple terms. Milo hung on each and every word, absolutely enamoured with the driver - it made you feel a little sad that it wasn’t Ben showing him this world of driving but if it was anyone else, you were glad it was Dan. Carlos had asked once or twice, as had Lewis but you just didn’t feel right. But this did. All of your son’s firsts in F1 that you couldn’t provide him, seemed right to come from Dan.

The driver looked up at you and smiled. “You okay?”

“Couldn’t be better.” You said, circling the car to hug him as he stood up, his strong arms around your middle. “Think it’s your turn to get in the car though, my love.”

“Hmm, I guess so. I’ll miss your voice today.” He pouted softly, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

“I’ll get Will to do his best impression.” Your voice had a teasing lilt and Dan rolled his eyes.

“Yeah yeah.” He chuckled, scooping Milo out of the cockpit. “Thanks for warming up my seat, little man.”

You took Milo from Daniel and gave him one more kiss on the cheek before heading back over to the pitwall, securing Milo’s ear protectors over his ears as cars and machines began to whir.

Both Lando and Daniel pulled out good results for the build up to the race - showing your bosses that you and Dan alike were still going to put the work in despite being separated. So with a P5 & P6 start in the race on Sunday, things were looking good. You did, however, worry that this would mean that they’d keep you apart for longer. Knowing that he still performed well without you stung a little but you knew it was because he was a good driver regardless of who he had on the other end of the radio.

As race day approached, you and Dan made your way to the track separately as he had an early meeting to attend. Milo toddled alongside you, his hand tightly around yours - just taking in the sights. It wasn’t his first time here but you felt like it was the first time he was really beginning to take in everything around him. Just as you turned the corner to the McLaren hospitality building, a lady wearing a press lanyard practically slid in front of you to cut you off.

“Y/n right?”

“Hi, yes, sorry. I don’t talk to the press.” You said, trying to step around her.

She chuckled and blocked your path again. “That was before you started dating one of the drivers, sweetheart. I only have a couple of questions.”

You scooped up Milo and held him against your chest, nestling his face into your neck. “I don’t have any answers for you, I’m sorry. Excuse me.”

The panic started to bubble in your chest when she once again stopped you from moving away, you knew the media was persistent but had you not made it clear enough that you didn’t want to talk to her?

“Just want to know why you chose Dan and why now. You’ve been in the same industry for 10 years and-“

“Please just leave me alone.”

“But I just-“

“Didn’t you hear her? Leave her alone.”

Your whole body relaxed at the sound of Carlos’ voice. His strong body stood behind you, close enough for you to feel the warmth radiating off of him.

“She’s not a senior member of the team nor is she a driver so you need to leave her alone.” The driver continued. “And it’s extremely inappropriate to approach anyone when they’ve got their child with them.”

Her eyes flickered between you both, a perfectly manicured brow raising a little. “Am I sensing a-“

“No. I’m just being a friend. Now, get out of here before I have you escorted out of the paddock.” He practically hissed, a comforting hand on the small of your back as he steered you past her into the hospitality building.

“Th-thank you.” You stammered. “I’ve never been accosted by the press like that.”

He gave you a soft, sympathetic smile. “I know, you were far too nice to her. You okay though?”

You nodded. “Again, thank you so much. I’m sorry we’ve not properly hung out lately… everything with the press and Dan I just-“

“Chica, we’re good. I promise. We’ll do stuff over the summer break.” The Spaniard smiled softly. “Now, give me my frijolito for a cuddle before I explode.”

Milo giggled with delight as you passed him to his favourite uncle. You smiled at the pair. “Good luck in the race today.”

“Thank you. Still miss hearing your voice over the radio.” He pouted softly. “I’m still not impressed with them swapping you out, you’ve been so good with Dan.

“Well if this weekend is anything to go by, then he doesn’t need me.” You grumbled.

“I’m sure that’s not true. Don’t be silly.” He scolded. “Thank you for my cuddle, Milo. But I think you and mummy have work to do and technically I’m not allowed in here anymore.”

“Maybe but I’ll sneak you in anytime.” You gave him a hug and took Milo back from him. “Thank you again.”

He waved and left the building just as Dan circled around the corner, the Australian raised a brow but simply came up beside you. “How come Carlos was in here?”

Your cheeks flushed a little. “A lady from the press was harassing me so he stepped in… was nasty, I don’t know how you deal with them all the time.”

The driver grumbled and pulled you into his side, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “I’m sorry, baby. I’ll talk to the higher-ups about it, they shouldn’t talk to you regardless.”

“She said it didn’t matter that I wasn’t a senior or a driver because I was dating you.” You looked up at him, jutting your bottom lip out a little. “Carlos said I was too nice.”

“I’ll sort it out. Don’t worry. Ready to race?”

You nodded. “Good luck kiss?”

He smiled and cupped your jaw, leaning in and pressing a soft, tender kiss to your lips - careful not to squash the toddler currently sandwiched between you who was more entertained by your hair than anything else. You pulled back just enough to nudge your nose against him, lowering your voice to a whisper. “You’re gonna smash it.”

“For you.” He purred, giving you another kiss before getting Milo’s attention so he could kiss his forehead. “And for you, bud. Take care of Lando for me today, okay?”

“Okay!”

The three of you head to the paddock and you sit up on the pitwall, letting the toddler sit at your feet with his toys - his ear protectors sat comfortably over his ears as he climbed his dinosaurs up your legs. You chatted with your team for a moment before pressing the comms button.

“Lando, radio check. Radio check.”

“Crystal.”

“Okay, so plan-A unless you have a bad start. We’ll keep an eye on tires, aiming for a one stop.” You explained, as efficient as ever. “Push for the first few laps, Charles in front of you and Daniel and Alonso behind.”

“I've got this. Don’t you worry.” He hummed, his voice full of confidence. “Keep me posted on Daniel’s times.”

“We’re not going to stop the two of you racing but please be sensible.”

“Yes, mum.”

You rolled your eyes a little and started going through some of the data while you waited for the race start - going through some last minute points with the young Brit. You took a deep breath as the green flag waved and the lights began to flash down.

The race, for your team, was clean and tidy. Good pit stops and strategy alongside good driving from the boys meant that they managed to keep position even with the Ferrari of Carlos creeping his way up the grid. And because of Max and Lewis’ crash, they gained a position earning the team a very strong 4th and 5th - great points for the constructors.

You hugged and shook hands with your team on the pitwall, big smiles on everyone’s faces with only Mercedes having two drivers finish ahead of your team. It was a good result and boosted you in your battle with Alpine. The perfect race to go into the summer break.

But you still couldn’t ignore that feeling in your gut that maybe Dan didn’t need you. You knew it was ridiculous, but this was his best result of the season so far and you weren’t with him for it.

The man in question, after being sure to congratulate the podium sitters and getting his weigh in, jogged over to join the team - picking you out from the crowd with a big smile on his face.

“Hey superstar, great race.” You smiled softly, blushing a little as he pressed a tender kiss to your forehead.

“Bet I would’ve got on the podium if I’d had you with me, baby.” He assured; almost as if he knew what was going through your head. “I have a question.”

“Uh oh.”

Dan chuckled softly. “Nothing bad… I… I’d really like to spend the summer break with you and Milo. Would you stay with me?”

You couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at your mouth. “Really?”

“Really.” He said. “I get you’ll probably want to do other stuff as well, see Carlos and that, but I thought we could maybe go somewhere? Or not. Whatever’s best for you, I just wanna spend time with you both.”

“I’d really like that. What do you think, jellybean?” You asked, bouncing the toddler a little.

“Yeah! Mummy, Danny and Milo adventure!” He giggled, reaching out for Dan - snuggling up in his arms once the driver took him. “Excited! Excited! EXCITED!”

You smiled fondly. “My silly boy. We’ll sort it all out when we get home tonight, yeah?”

“Yes please.” The driver said, stroking Milo’s curls - his eyes not leaving yours. It felt like there was no one in the paddock but the three of you and the driver felt his breath get stuck in his throat. That’s when it hit him, all at once. Oh fuck, I think I’m in love with you.

You raised a brow at him, breaking him out of his trance. “What’s that look?”

“Nothing. Nothing. Let’s go celebrate with the team.” He draped his free arm over your shoulder, Milo perched on his hip. Pressing a kiss to your temple. “My gorgeous girl.”

He relished the way your cheeks flushed, nudging him away playfully before leaning back into his side. He knew you hadn’t been his girlfriend long, but your connection was stronger than any label. He’d fallen hard for you and the way you looked at him, like you knew he’d fight for you, cherish you made him feel like nothing else. And he knew you’d do the same for him. He was sure it was love.

The three of you followed the rest of the team back towards hospitality. Dan removed his arm from your shoulder to shake hands with the team, his trademark smile on his face.

There was one more round of press before Dan could go home and you decided to wait for him in his driver’s room - sprawled out on the sofa with your laptop out so you could go through Lando’s data for the race. You wanted to get it in while you were still in work mode because during two of your three weeks off, you didn’t plan to think of the sport at all.

Daniel felt the same, as much as he loved driving - all of the obligations that came with it were tiring. He just wanted to go home and curl up in bed with you, kiss you silly and touch you all over. But instead he stood in front of a reporter, talking about the race. It was monotonous and all of his lines were rehearsed; despite how pleased he was with the race result, he couldn’t get you off his mind.

He was absolutely, positively, unequivocally in love with you.

And not once part of him was scared. Sure, he wasn’t going to admit it to you just yet, but there was no fear in him if those words tumbled out of his lips that you’d run. Maybe you wouldn’t say it back straight away, that was okay, but the two of you were entwined with each other in every which way.

So, as soon as he was released from press duties, he practically ran back to his room. Sweeping you up in the biggest hug when you stood up to greet him, a beautiful laugh escaping your lips as he spun you both around. You looked down at him with a playful smile, cupping his face in your hands before leaning down to kiss him - your legs around his waist.

Yeah. He was definitely in love.

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Art Theory: The Torso is a Clawfoot Bathtub

This is a bit of an experiment. This is a mirror of my most popular Ko-Fi post, now in full form here on Tumblr (though it does look better there with all the images properly sized and the text centered and etc etc). If it gets enough eyeballs I’ll mirror the other ones too. Now, without further ado...

Due to the popular demand of like... a couple people, I will be going over how THE HUMAN TORSO IS LIKE A CLAWFOOT BATHTUB. But first, a story. When I was still just a wee babby artist I would wander into the local library and pick up art books and be confronted with all of the in-depth anatomy images and feel a bit, well... overwhelmed.

And it's not as if I'm a dumb person or anything. It just never really made any real sense, not in a way that was meaningful to me. I struggled to retain it, unlike with other subjects, which of course confused me even more.

In hindsight I see now that it was like trying to memorize the parts of a car engine, how they all looked visually, where they were placed spatially (in 3D nonetheless), without knowing how a car operates or how all the parts work together in motion.

Which is a bit ridiculous. In any case, since I didn't have much interest in drawing western style comic superheros with musculature that looks like it's been vacuum sealed by their skin I spent a good amount of time just ignoring it and sneaking by, using a lot of shorthand and doing practices drawing from life. And, to be fair, I did learn a lot like that.

(Thanks for your contribution to the arts, Rob Liefield. I don't like feet either.)

Which brings us back to torsos. So when you look at a torso you can visually see there are features, like pecs and belly buttons, but their relationship to the internal structure is not immediately apparent.

(Me drawing in high school, probably.) So what ends up happening there is you just end up sort of... putting stuff where you best guess it kind of belongs. And sure, sometimes it's a really educated guess, and can be hella convincing. I tend to notice this most with collarbones. I can tell when an artists has learned largely through shorthand and idioms when their collarbones are just sort of floating around doing their own thing, basically acting as decoration on the chest without suggesting any greater purpose.

So what changed? And what does this have to do with bathtubs?

Well, I had a few paradigm shifts. To put it more simply, I realized I am a very conceptual and relational thinker. Anatomy never stuck with me because it never "clicked." So my success came from starting with big concepts and adding increasing levels of complication as I became ready for them. Pieces falling into place bit by bit.

Like a car, for instance, is a vehicle that runs on a series of explosions. Which is kind of badass. These explosions, in turn, are caused by pistons which rotate in time, which is kept going by... weird shaped gears and belts and pulleys... sparks... compression... well that's about it for my knowledge of engines.

*I have since been informed that it is the spark plugs that make the explosions and the explosions that power the movement of the pistons. I think it was clear by my diagram of a car that I am not well versed in automobiles.

So what is the bathtub about? This is literally all I came here for.

Ok, ok... So the bathtub is a conceptual metaphor that helps an artist understand the structure of the torso. Cool. So, to break that down... It's easy to think of the body in terms of a column. A series of objects supported by the object below. That makes sense, right? At heart we are, essentially, the Michelin man.

(★ ☆ ☆) Except not at all. Unlike palm trees, pyramids, and economic class systems we are not, in fact, a series of parts dependent on the parts beneath them. And we knows this. I know this, you know this, we've all seen spooky skeletons before, but for some reason artists consistently fail to internalize it. The issue being that we are still just mammals, just mammals that walk around funny. And Mammals are basically flesh tents. But... less horrifying than that phrase suggests.

(Like this but skin.) Essentially your standard cat or dog is holding up its spine with its four legs and then its body is hanging from that support structure created by the spine. The body is not being held up from below by the legs. And that's a fairly crucial distinction as it turns out. The muscles of the legs connect to the spine(ish), and the ribcage hangs down from the spine, making a nice tidy sack to hold all the insides where they are supposed to be.

And humans? Well we're all evolved from previously four legged critters.

(We're really just some jumped up fancy rats.) Which means we follow a very similar diagram - but with alterations to account for a bipedal stance.

WHICH BRINGS US TO BATHTUBS.

So, take this weird upright mammal and break it down into very basic blocks.

(I can draw better but I refuse.) Got some hips, a spine, a ribcage, just like a cat but vertical. So, again, all the focus is on supporting the spine, specifically. Which is why our arm muscles still largely connect to our back (except, like, your pecs which are literally contracting and yanking your arm bones forward which is metal AF).

So, like an umbrella designed in hell, we are actually bags of meat hanging from our spines. And that "decorative" collarbone? Literally holding up a ton of meat draped over it so we can continue to move our arms.

Which 🎉🎉🎉 BRINGS US TO THE BATHTUB🎉 🎉🎉

( F***in told you. ) It's not a perfect metaphor since usually the curtain rod is held up by other supports besides just the shower head (it's literally called a head this is such a great metaphor) but give me a little slack. The ribcage is like the curtain, held up by the spine of the showerhead, and the hip bones are the bowl of the bathtub, within which are lovingly nestled... all the intestines. And stuff. This metaphor helps an artist conceptualize the human structure, so they can start applying further degrees of knowledge, like muscles and motion and afsGkljSAKjhgfajhs hands.

But I specifically said a clawfoot bathtub you say pedantically? Well...

I didn't stutter. It is a CLAWFOOT BATHTUB. Specifically.

And not just for some reason like "oh because it has feet." (OK like maybe a little but not only, alright?) So let's talk about hips.

Now muscles work by contracting, something I passingly mentioned before (didn't think that would be on the test, did ya?) so to create motion the better generally contracts a muscle that has ends tied to two bones.

(Hips. You might already see where I'm going here.) That's why we don't resemble ball jointed dolls. Due to *insert complicated mechanical reason based on leverage, pulleys, walking, flexibility, and so on* we, again, aren't just objects stacked on top of each other like dishes.

(I only chose this image because it sounds like a band name.) So, as it turns out, rather than balls and sticks and vague underwear shapes, there is another pretty stellar way to consider the leg hip connection area.

Excuse my atrocious rendition of it here, but I assume you get the jist. Two turkey drumsticks tagged onto Lego Bionicle pegs jammed into a pair of hipster undies, with some amorphous fleshy bits spackled in there.

( I am very serious right now. ) So, I'm sure you've figured it out by now, but this shape very much resembles...

And that, my dear friends is why the human torso is a clawfoot tub. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Enjoyed this post? Find more tutorials and drop me a tip on my Ko-Fi Want art help with something else? Critiques and reviews? Just to chat and share? Join my discord. Hate this? Day ruined? ME TOO B

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danwhobrowses · 1 year

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One Piece Chapter 1067 - Initial Thoughts

So we have an early one today thanks to translations showing up earlier

Fresh off of some Ancient Kingdom and Ohara reveals we jump into the next chapter with further intrigue on what lore we'll get next. We've met every Vegapunk but soon conflict is bound to take place.

Spoilers for the Chapter, Support the Official Release

So it seems that Judge and Caesar aren't on good terms, since their first encounter since MADS is to throw hands

Like I predicted, Vegapunk did basically cut down his brain to reduce his head size

Turns out beforehand his head was so big he was the size of a giant

And the reason is a Devil Fruit, he makes it clear that he was still a genius at birth, but it seems the fruit (Nomi Nomi no Mi, I think the first time he tried he bit his tongue) allows him to have an eidetic memory too

Chopper of course is interested as a fellow Doctor, asking if Vegapunk is strong as well

Luffy meanwhile does ask an intriguing point though; if he cut his brain, doesn't that make him dumb now?

Vegapunk however seems to take offense to that, calling the son of his friend 'damn brat' now

Turns out the apple head isn't just a fashion choice, it's an antenna

I knew they kept showing 'PUNK RECORDS' for a reason, turns out that gigantic egg is actually Vegapunk's brain!

The antenna psychically connects, uploads and downloads data to his head, and his other satellites too

'Is that a ninja move!?' well...no, but also yes, depends if you have the Rinnegan and six dead bodies...

Each Satellite is also an expert in a certain field (I did get that feeling too given how Lilith was working on mechs but Atlas on amenities)

Once a day it appears that they synchronize their experiences and knowledge into Punk Records

Naturally the mechanics are flying over Luffy's head, at least this time he's not entirely alone in that regard

It would appear as well that Vegapunk has ambitions to share this brain network with others, creating a 'sea of knowledge'

Chopper likes the idea but Jinbe does wonder the repercussions of Punk Records being able to access your brain directly

It's time though for Bonney to pop off, though I kinda expected her to go guns (well, laser sword) blazing though I guess she does also want to see if Kuma's mind can be restored

Jinbe tries to talk her down but Vegapunk is worried about the laser sword's after-effect

It attracts bugs, which apparently Bonney is scared of which makes her freak out

Oh Luffy and his beetles, Bonney's a bit catatonic right now to appreciate his find, at least the beetle itself is happy

Vegapunk does seem regretful towards the Bonney situation, but also relieved that she used a 'failed product'

He also asks about the rumor that there was another Dragon in Wano, confirming that it was his artificial Devil Fruit made from Kaido's lineage factor from 20 years of funding

Joyboytheories strikes again, Vegapunk deems Momo's fruit a failure because it's Pink, meaning the laser sword is likely a failure because it attracts bugs too

Very lucky the WG never asked why he deemed anything a failure or else they'd be sitting on an army of Power Rangers-themed Dragon fruit users

Luffy then decides to ask Vegapunk to activate the mecha, but Vegapunk states that he never built it, it attacked Marejois 200 years ago, but was made over 900 years ago

'Attacked' may not be accurate though, since Vegapunk goes on to note that it didn't damage anything due to a lack of energy, and they don't know what it was made for or made to do, let alone where it came from

Nevertheless, the WG wanted it destroyed, but curious scientists instead hid it, the WG still don't know it's here either

Jinbe's got a pensive look though

It appears that the mech is also what Shaka was showing the other members of the crew

Turns out that 200 years is also the time since discrimination against Fishmen started, it's possible that they believed Fishman Island connected to the mech and felt it climbed the Red Line much like Tiger would later do

Shaka tells the group that they built the Vega Force based off of this mech, but they couldn't make everything because they don't know its power source

The crew also get filled in about Bonney, think it's Usopp who recognizes her but it could be someone behind the group

Love that Luffy's go-to for Vegapunk reminding him that Bonney has a reason to be pissed at him is 'say you're sorry'

But Vegapunk is back to being vague again, lamenting about not giving her something

He also asks Luffy a request: to get him out of the island!

I mean, I can see the reasons but if he leaves doesn't he go braindead? How big is the range on Punk Records?

CP0 are here at the island, and they've already taken out one of the Vega Force beasts

Seems CP0 also know that Bonney's there, but Lucci wants to kill her since she no longer has use

The Satellites are alerted by CP0's presence, including Lucci - which does render the mask redundant

Lilith, being evil and by the sounds of things an agent of drama, wants to let Lucci in, though the group have objections given the Enies Lobby flashbacks

Shaka though pulls his Punk 01 duties though, they ain't letting CP0 in willingly

Things are going down at the Kambakka kingdom too though; Kuma has activated

Lindbergh was repairing him thus the metal appendages but he seems to be on the move, dragging the machines with him

Kuma won't respond where he's going though (doesn't seem to be using his DF either) which causes Dragon and Iva to be on edge about his motivations

Another break now too -_-

Another lore based chapter now with us tying in Fishmen to whatever this mech is. Given that it appeared 200 years ago it rules out it being armour for Oars, since he died 500 years ago.

I'm kinda mixed on Vegapunk being DF-powered to an extent, it's true it's not the reason for his intelligence but it does undermine it a little, he's also shown to be pedantic on what counts as a success or failure, which may end up turning in the Straw Hats' favour if they end up picking up some 'failed' products. The reveal that his brain is the giant egg is a clever one though, even if 'psychic waves' is a bit dodgy.

CP0's presence looks to activate the conflict portion of the arc, given how Shaka won't let them in it's going to end up being a fight between Punks and CP0, I would be a little concerned about Lilith though given how she wants them to come. All the while there's also the concern that the stella body may go out of range for Punk Records too, hard to know if getting him off the island means his brain as well, also we need to know why.

In addition to this I do kinda have the slight fear now that SWORD and Tashigi were just one-off appearances, I still hope not obviously but if CP0 are already here there'd need to be a reason to compel them to come to Egghead as well, maybe they get a distress call or info from Drake, heck we don't even know if Smoker's at that base, Egghead or back at G-5 yet either maybe he could alert them.

Which finally continues on with Kuma, his wordless reaction does leave a big question mark over his destination; marejois, Bonney, wherever he left his trusty bible? His mouth is smoking as well maybe there's something to that too?

Nevertheless, Oda's gonna make us wait extra to find out, maybe next chapter we'll get Zoro and Brook doing something too, given how much we've put them out of the loop.

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mrskurono · 3 years

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May I get Choso for $20? I’m excited for the outcome hehe

A gamble...will it pay off?

$20 for the best big brother and you won...pet play with Choso!

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Your friends told you to leave him outside.

Something that big in your tiny apartment?

You were asking for trouble.

Something that's basically a stranger and a stray taken in because you thought it was cute?

Your friends might have been right. Maybe.

"Hey hey hey," For the hundredth time you pushed him off of you, "I said down boy. We don't jump in this house."

The entire day now he'd been following you around. Brash, big and apparently just as clueless. No matter how many times you said no, Choso just didn't seem to understand. It's like he'd been under a rock for a hundred years or something.

"Hey! I said no!" You push on his massive head the second his face is buried between your legs.

Nose pressed to your panties. Inhaling so deeply that you shiver with the feeling of his breath on your thighs as his nose ruts into your clit. Though it's only a moment. You try pushing him away as he looks up at you with the same clueless look.

"Choso I told you...we can't do that kind of thing..." You words trail off when you notice what's between his legs.

Fire red tip of what is clearly his cock. Slipped from his sheath. The sight makes your heart flutter in a moment. Stirring the thought that your scent had made him do that.

That second your lost in thought though is when he starts up again. And much more successfully than before.

Big dumb fool.

Choso knocked you down but before you could get back to your knees. It's his weight on your back that surprises you.

"Choso! Off! I said off boy!" You struggle under his massive size. First pushing at his chest. Only for more of him to collapse onto you. In the heat of the moment you push your hips up trying to get your knees under you.

A very wrong decision.

No hesitation the second your ass touches his sheath. The very real feeling of his hard cock against your ass in seconds. Followed by the snap of his hips. Not just once either. No his arms tighten around your waist and pull you back into him as he begins thrusting against any part of you.

Your thighs. Your ass. Your cunt.

He's a panting mess above you as he keeps missing his mark. But the second his cock slips against the crotch of your panties you realize what his intent is. Even against your protests and grunts he doesn't stop. Something wet and sticking coating your thighs as panties as he keeps it up.

With a body too massive to move. And thrusts that have you pinned between him and the floor. The second his slimy cock hits its mark is the second you realize you're not in charge anymore.

"C-Choso! Fuck! It's- It's so big-" What was suppose to be a scream comes out more like a moan. One that is the first of many as his inhumanly hot length drives itself into you.

Slippery and smooth. Nothing like any of your toys or exes. It dives into you and spreads you in the best ways possible. All while the tip of his cock slams against what has to be your cervix. Sending you into a shuddering mess. Slack jawed and pushing back on him. Not even bracing yourself as he fucks you like an animal in heat.

That's just what he is too. Choso pants and grunts above you. Arms tight around your waist. Slamming himself into you even with the gushing wetness between your legs. Unsure if its you or him. It doesn't matter as the mind blowing sensation of his cock is soon met with something new.

His knot.

Threatening your entrance. Choso grunts and whines as he becomes more desperate. Thrusting into you sloppily as your body reacts to him. Pushing back. Spreading your legs further. Allowing him to fuck you to his hearts content. Leaving you ass up, cheek pressed to the cool floor as you can't think of anything but the way his cock fits so well into you.

"C-Choso!" His name falls from your lips the second you realize he can pop such a thing inside you. You have no chance though. the second he slams his hips into you just right all of him slips inside you.

Knot and all. Tip of his cock poking and prodding your cervix with the flood of hot cum. So much more of it than you'd expected. And when none of it was seeping out around his cock because of knot. You suddenly realize you're going to be here awhile.

Still big, brash and clueless Choso above you. You feel your body on fire as he seeds your insides and keeps it there with his massive knot. Bringing him home might have been a mistake.

But as your cunt clenches around him and you moan lowly as you wiggle and use him like your own personal toy. He leans down and licks your cheek all while dumping spurt after spurt into your quivering cunt. Leaving you to do nothing short of cum on him. And cum a lot. One right after the other as his cum seeped from around his knot and his cock twitched inside you. All you could really do was cum over and over on him.

Making you wager that bringing him home wasn't as bad as you thought. Especially now that you knew exactly what he wanted.

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irresistible || h.hj (m)

a/n: yess fuck boy hyunjin ftw ngl,,,,i’m so in love with that idea,, especially with his long hair (i actually got into skz cuz of hyunjin’s hair lol i love longish hair on men)

● pairing: hwang hyunjin x (fem) reader

● genre: angsty n smutty (mdi!) | crack lol | enemies to lovers!au | college!au | nonidol!au

● requested? yes!

● words: 9k

● summary: You despise Hwang Hyunjin with a passion. And he just hates you right back. You’re a good, moral student while he fucks around with everybody. He likes to pull at heartstrings while you like to pull at his palm tree hairdo. There’s nothing that makes you like the other, but when you wind up at the old art room with him and things get heated up, you see a softer, truer and more broken side to him.

Is falling in love with someone you've hated for years in the span of one night even possible? Apparently so...

i miss him so much don't @ me

“You’re too irresistible not to fuck until you're screaming my name and begging for more.”

“Don’t fuck with me, Hyunjin, or I’ll tear your stupid hair out of your head,” you threaten darkly. The ever so proud Hyunjin only scoffs, laughing mockingly at you as he shoves his hands into his pockets. He crouched down to be at eye level with you. Despite you being much smaller than him, you still stood your group, even tripped over on the floor, your once organized papers sprawled out on the floor.

“I’d like to see you try, princess,” Hyunjin’s brow raises, and your lips downturn into even more of a frown. You would never, ever dare to start a physical fight with Hyunjin, but boy you can talk. Sometimes, your mouth might even be a little bit too big for your own liking. The words just flow out so naturally, and you don’t even realize it to actually stop it from flowing off of your tongue.

It was your dumb mouth that started this whole mess, anyways. Back in the last few years of high school, your best friend (who, in the end, turned out to be the fakest bitch you’ve ever met) had gotten with a boy. A boy you had no clue even went to the school. And, that’s when you met Hwang Hyunjin at lunch that day. In all his short - haired glory. At first, he seemed pretty decent, but you knew something was off about him from the start. Sure, he had a bright smile that could make any girl with a brain filled with boys faint, but he just didn’t sit too right with you. The way he acted around your friend (at the time) and the way he’d talk to her and other girls.

At first, you didn’t think he was a fuckboy, but it was when he tried to get in your pants after you called him a fuckboy after school one day when it hit you. That was the first and only day you really punched him in the face. Giving him a black and blue bruise on his cheekbone from the impact when he tried to take your clothes off, not caring whether or not you said it was alright or not. Of course, he got mad at you, but didn’t lay a hand on you, like you thought he would. You remember bracing your body for some sort of punch, kick or push, but nothing came other than Hyunjin’s loud voice screaming curses at you and calling you all - too vulgar and hurtful names.

You would have apologized if you weren’t so upset with the fact that he tried to be your first fuck. Your virginity isn’t the most precious thing to you, but you promised yourself you wouldn’t allow yourself to lose it to Hwang Hyunjin. Especially not after that day he actually tried to fuck you behind the school. You went running to your friend afterwards. Who, to your surprise, got mad at you for trying to make her boyfriend cheat on her with you. You couldn’t believe her, and you dropped her right there.

It was actually Hyunjin who broke up with her, having her come running to you with tears in her eyes about how upset she is that Hyunjin broke up with her. Of course, you didn’t react and only ignored her for… the rest of her life so far. She eventually gave up on trying to be friends with you, and went her own direction. However, Hyunjin didn’t leave you alone.

You can swear that he’s vowed to make your life living hell after you rejected him with your fist. At first, it was just teasing. Calling you names. Making fun of stupid mistakes. Sometimes even flirting with you just to make you mad. And no matter how many times you seemed to reject, verbally or physically, he never gave. Maybe he doesn’t try to get in your pants anymore, but he won’t stop calling you stupid nicknames when he’s being a dick to you… like “princess, baby, babygirl, darling, honey, sweetheart.” Stupid, meaningless nicknames to call you just to pull at both your heartstrings and your thin line of patience.

You weren’t so friendly to call him bittersweet names like that. You decided to go with a more aggressive route of, “dickhead, motherfucker, bitch, asshole, asshat, shithead” and other conjugations of any curse word you could think of. Of course, none of it fazed him one bit. In fact, it all seemed to amuse him. Like your anger was his entertainment, and that idea pissed you off.

You’ve had friends tell you to “Just not give him the attention since that’s what he wants!” But, that was the most difficult thing to do when Hyunjin was always following behind you, yet always a step ahead. Everywhere you end up, he’s somehow ironically there, too. Everywhere you plan to go, he’s somehow, ironically, planning to go there, too. Sometimes you debate if he’s stalking, but you don’t have much social media (nor do you post anything if you did) and you made sure to always keep away from the name Hyunjin just in case it’s the Hyunjin.

But, now, you’re sitting on your ass like an idiot, papers flown around you as Hyunjin crouches down in front of you. Almost as if peering down at his prey. His judgemental eyes scan your trembling figure, shaking from the pent up anger, up and down as he smirks like the little devil he is.

You’d been running back to your classroom, having to collect papers for your professor from the teacher’s lounge. She specifically asked for them to be organized by date, and you spent a few well - focused and frustrating minutes organizing the papers. Of course, as you were running through the supposedly empty hall, looking down at your phone to check the time to make sure you’ll have enough time before the end of the class period, you slammed face first into Hyunjin’s chest. Knocking him off of his balance, but catching himself on the wall, and sending you flying back and the papers to fly out of your arms, all your hard work scattered around you as you glare up at him with a deadly look in your eyes.

“Oh…” Hyunjin smiles down at you, leaning against the wall. His brows creasing up in a fake worry, his bottom lip jutting out in a mocking pout, staining his handsome face with the pathetic expression, “Poor baby… Do you need help picking up your papers?” He asks in a high pitched voice, and you try to hold back the urge to kick him right in the balls.

“Don’t fuck with me, Hyunjin,” you growl out darkly, and Hyunjin’s eyes widen and his fake, bitter smile widens in a pathetic imitation of shock and hurt, “Or I’ll tear your stupid hair out of your head.” You shamelessly threaten, both of you knowing you’re probably not going to even try to rip Hyunjin’s gorgeous hair for his scalp.

Hyunjin gets up off of the wall and walks over to you, you sitting on your ass with a glare that could spew daggers, and he crouches in front of you. His elbows on his knees, and he peers down at you like a predator stalking over its prey, ready to pounce at any second. He scans you, his half lidded, judgemental eyes peering over your body, heavily hidden by your black leggings and dark blue hoodie that was two sizes too big.

“I’d like to see you try, princess,” Hyunjin cocks a brow at you, his eyes finally landing on your dark ones.

“Don’t call me that, dickhead,” you spit right back, but he only chuckles darkly, his head falling briefly before he lifts his head up again. Shaking it slightly as he critically smiles at you, his mocking laugh making you feel small and weak.

“That’s a no - can - do. I’ll do whatever the fuck I want, alright? Princess?” Hyunjin’s face dips down, nearing yours. You do the first thing you think of, grabbing a handful of papers, wrinkling them and throwing them with full force at Hyunjin’s face. He flinches back and stands up, swatting away the papers quickly. “Fucking hell! You scared me for a second there.”

“Good, now piss off. I have places to be. And shouldn’t you be in class?” You grumble as you collect the papers, trying your best to get them as organized as possible in your arms, making sure to keep a tight grip on them in case Hyunjin tried to do anything.

“Aw, do you suddenly care for me?” He places a hand over his chest, sighing dramatically, “I’m touched.”

“In your dreams, dipshit. Leave me alone,” you snap out, already getting a headache from this as you walk around on your knees to try and collect the papers, cursing to yourself when you find a wrinkled one, trying to smooth it out. Hyunjin watches you with a stoic expression, leaning against the wall. You don’t even bother saying another thing to him before you gather up the last of the papers and dash away, trying to organize the papers best you could before you reach your class.

Thankfully, Hyunjin didn’t follow you like he usually did. You let out a breath of air you didn’t know you were holding as you neared the classroom, your hands moving quickly to organise the papers. You open the door, somewhat out of breath as you hand them to the professor. Letting her know that you dropped them on your way here and they got a bit disorganized, but you tried your best to organize them again. She dismissed you and thanked you, sending you back to your seat to pack up (since it’s the end of the class, which is why you were hurrying).

Thankfully, your last class period is a study hall, so you take this time to run down to the library to work on assignments that are due soon. You prefer the library since it’s a calm and quiet place, and you know the librarian quite well, since you’re usually there during study hall. If you’re not there, you’re somewhere with a friend, and that’s usually not in the comfort of the library since you get pretty loud and unfiltered when you’re with friends. So, in the end, you’ll get booted out by the librarian.

When you get there, there’s already quite a few students sitting around, listening to music and typing vigorously on their laptops. You bow briefly to the librarian, who gives you a warm smile before you take a seat at a table in the corner of the library, far from the others. You take out your laptop and phone, plugging your earbuds into the earphone jack in your phone to play music into your ears.

You spend a good fifteen minutes writing an essay for your English Literature class. Focused in on the task at hand while soft lofi flows into your ears, letting your mind relax, but focus on what you’re doing.

So, it’s totally normal that you let out a short scream when your earbuds are painfully ripped out of your ears, your hands flying up to cup your ears. People glare at you, but turn back when they see who’s looming over your desk. Your earbuds and phone in his hand, and you could faintly hear the sound of the lofi that once calmed your mind. He stood there with a proud smile, and he raised a finger to his lips.

“Shh… quiet in the library,” Hyunjin says just above a whisper, and your lip twitches from holding back from strangling him in front of everyone. Why couldn’t he just leave you alone? He’s always made a note to let you know how annoying you can be or how much he hates you, so why doesn’t he just leave you alone? He knows how much he upsets you, but it seems to make him happy. He already wears a stupid smile all the time. You’ve seen him upset before, plenty of times. But when he’s teasing you or doing things to make you miserable, he wears that same devilish smirk.

“I… Fuck you, Hwang Hyunjin. Give me my phone back.” You stand up, reaching for the phone, but his hand yanks back away from you. Giving you a sarcastic smile as he looks down at you.

“Beg for it,” Hyunjin giggles darkly. Looking at something on your phone and even pressing a few buttons. Your eyes widen.

“Fuck no, just give it back!” You whisper - yell, reaching for it again, leaning over the table to grab for it.

Hyunjin shakes his head, “I said to beg for it…~” he sings - songs in a hushed tone, and your hands tense, his neck lookingly plenty good to just strangle. You don’t say anything, and you fold your arms over your chest. Raising a brow at you. “You think that’s gonna change my mind, hon? I still want you to beg for it.”

“You’re so fucking stubborn, it’s annoying,” you grumble, and shut your laptop close and push it into your backpack. You start walking out, shoving past Hyunjin and fighting against frustrated tears. You don’t even bother to bow to the librarian as you walk out, on fist gripping the sleeve of your backpack and the other clenched tightly at your side.

You walk out of the library, into the court of the university. There’s not many people there, since it’s the last class period of the day and everyone was getting ready to go home for the weekend. You stood underneath a tree, and turned, cocking a brow at Hyunjin who followed behind you slowly. You frown at him, and his brow raises.

“So? You’re gonna get ‘em or no? You know I’m not giving them if you just frown at me, (Y/N),” Hyunjin smiles snarkily, and you visibly roll your eyes at him. You sigh softly.

“Hyunjin. Give them to me. I’m being serious, now, no fuckin’ around,” You hold your hand out, finally speaking in a normal, harsh tone now that you’re out of the library.

“Hm… Nah. You still have to beg for it like a bitch. Or else they’re mine,” Hyunjin gives you a pitifully fake smile, and your eyes close, trying to ease the rising rage inside you.

“Hyunjin. I’m not begging for it,” You take a step closer to him, but he doesn’t back down. Your headphones still clutch in his hand as he holds them away from you. When Hyunjin doesn’t respond, you finally act. Dropping your backpack and letting it slip off your shoulder and onto the grass, propping itself against the tree. Hyunjin’s smile finally drops when you grip his wrist, pulling it towards you harshly. But, on instinct, Hyunjin pulls himself away, pulling you towards him.

So, you push him down onto the grass, not caring for onlookers as you straddle Hyunjin’s waist before he could even try getting up. One of your hands reaches up to press against his chest, but Hyunjin doesn’t struggle. Not one bit. In fact, he doesn’t even smirk anymore. He’s just staring at you as you reach for his hand.

“(Y/N),” Hyunjin’s dark voice pipes up, and you shoot him a glare.

“Shut up,” you snap, and you pry open his fingers, which was much easier than you though. His hands are hot and sweaty, and you almost laugh at it. Is he nervous that you’re straddling him let alone touching him in the first place? You will admit, it’s an intimate position, but you only got on top of him like that to prevent him from moving so you could grab your earbuds and phone out of his hands and stuff them into your pocket.

You smirk down at him, your hair falling past your face. It feels good to be the one in control, and now that Hyunjin’s vulnerable, you utter out, “And you almost got me to beg. Boohoo. Better luck next time, dipshit.” You finally get off of him, and the moment you’re off of him, he gets up and dusts himself off.

“(Y/N),” He calls out your name as he watches you grab your backpack.

“Shut up and don’t talk to me,” You snap, and Hyunjin’s lip clamp shut. He looks conflicted, and you would feel bad if it weren’t Hyunjin. The same Hwang Hyunjin who’s decided to make your every day a living headache.

“Don’t you ever fucking touch me like that again,” Hyunjin’s hand snatches your wrist, but you pull yourself away swiftly, “If you do that ever, and I mean ever again, I will not hesitate to stuff your face in the dirt.” Hyunjin gets dangerously close to you, and you back away. You’re brows creasing. Sure, Hyunjin is a huge dick to you, but he’s not this much of a dick. So, it took you by surprise, but you felt proud. It’s obvious that forcing Hyunjin into such a vulnerable position both mentally and physically set him off, and you were proud of yourself for that. He’s always been the one trapping you, making you feel small and tugging at your strings of patience, and sometimes your heartstrings, too.

“Oh, fuck off, Hyunjin.” You groan out, your hands falling to your side as you sling your backpack over your shoulder, “You do that shit to me all the time. What’s it if I do it to you?”

“Just don’t do it a - fuckin’ - gain, (Y/N). Don’t, unless you don’t wanna walk straight the next day.” Hyunjin threatens, and your brows furrow.

“And what the fuck does that mean?” You scoff as Hyunjin shakes his head, turning to walk away. “Hyunjin!” You yell after him, but he thrusts up his hand, his slim middle finger in your direction. You scoff, surprised by such behavior from a guy like him, who’s usually the one doing the teasing instead of the flipping off.

You try your best to ignore him and head back to the dorm to your shared one with your friend. You were able to settle down for a bit, especially since your roommate wasn’t there yet. You finished up your work. Working on assignments that you couldn’t get to finish because of a certain someone who decided to snag your phone.

Speaking of your phone, about two hours after you get back to the dorm, your friend comes walking in.

“Hey Yeona,” You pipe up, acknowledging her presence as she peels off her flats from her feet. Yeona waves briefly before plopping on her bed.

“Hey (Y/N). How was it going today?”

“Terrible.” You admit, Hyunjin being the only thing coursing through your head.

“Terrible? Lemme guess,” Yeona sits up, glaring at you, “it’s that one Hwang guy you keep ranting about?” You nod slowly, “Ah. Well, sorry about that. Actually, that reminds me. Someone was asking for you. A boy… A really, really cute boy.”

“Oh? Who?” Your brow raises.

Yeona shrugs, “No clue. Couldn’t catch his name; he seemed like he was in a rush. He wants you to meet him in the old art room. The one they use for storage, you know? He said to take your time, but he seemed desperate as hell.”

“The old art room? Don’t people go there to fuck because the camera’s are busted at the school’s too lazy to replace ‘em?” your brow raises, a bitter smile etching your lip.

“That’s the one. Hey, you might get some dick tonight. At least he’s cute,” she wiggles her brows, and you laugh. “Go one. Call me if anything happens.”

“Yes, ma’am,” You jokingly salute, and Yeona does it right back. You stuff your phone in your back pocket, and give her a playful smile before you leave.

The old art room is at the very core of the school, and you know exactly where it is. Everybody does. It’s not exactly something that just goes unnoticed by the students. Since it’s old, the camera’s are very much out of date and therefore can’t hook up to the ‘new and improved’ security system. Usually people snuck there to fuck during passing hall, since no teacher went in there. Only special people on special occasions use it for storage.

You were somewhat excited. You still have your v - card, whether you like it or not. You originally planned to save it for someone special. But, at this point, you’re too stressed to care about who’s taking your virginity and who’s not. At this point, you’d get on your knees for anyone willing.

Except for Hwang Hyunjin. Of fucking course. You know so many people who would literally beg to be fucked by none other than Hwang Hyunjin. You were not one of those people. You weren’t one of Hyunjin’s toys, even though he treated you like one. You would never let him get to your head, though. You know that you shouldn’t listen to Hyunjin even if your life depended on it. He might mean those things, those vulgar things he says to you, but you choose not to believe them.

You were trembling by the time we were standing in front of the old art room. The rusty door is slightly ajar, signifying that someone’s inside. Of course there is, but it’s still weird that they didn’t shut the door in case any teacher got concerned and checked in. Whoever’s inside must be stupid, but you’re not one to ghost someone like that, especially if Yeona said that they seemed desperate. Someone desperate for you? You had no clue who. No one ever stared at you in class. No one ever teased you. Tried to constantly get your attention.

Actually, that’s a lie. That’s a bitter lie.

Hwang Hyunjin fit into every aspect of someone who’d be desperate for your attention. That’s when it hit you that Hyunjin’s only trying to gain your attention in the worst way.

And, he did. Because he’s standing right in front of you.

You turned to leave, but Hyunjin’s hand slammed against the closed door, making you flinch at the close proximity between the two of you, and you turned to look at Hyunjin. He’s not smiling like he usually is when he first sees you. In fact, you can’t tell what expression laces his godly face.

“Hyunjin? Was it you that told my friend to bring me here?” You ask, not so much a harsh tone, but trying to make things clear despite the answer being (literally) right in front of your face. There’s no one else in the old art room but empty boxes, old art tables and storage boxes littered here and there. “This isn’t funny, Hyunjin. I’m leaving.” You turn back around to grip the doorknob, but Hyunjin’s warm, shaking hand grips your wrist firmly, yet oddly gently.

“Don’t,” he utters out. His voice was strangely small. Nimble, even. Weak. “Don’t go. I need to talk to you.”

“Since when do you wanna talk to me?” You snap, and Hyunjin dodges your intense glare. His confidence seeps to be depleting by the minute.

“I just need to. I need to get things figured out,” Hyunjin grumbles out, letting go of your wrist. He steps away from you and sits on one of the old art tables, manspreading, stretching the tight fabric of his jeans.

“Get what figured out? Tell me,” you demand, now stepping away from the door and sitting across from Hyunjin on another table. Before Hyunjin could speak, though, you raise a hand, a thought coming to mind, “Wait, no. Why did you not just come to my dorm like a normal person? Why the art room? Do you know how many people have fucked in here, Hyunjin?”

Hyunjin rolls his eyes, sighing softly, “Yes, I do. It’s just the only place we could truly be alone.”

“Wait… you’re not gonna do what I think you're gonna do, right?” You back up, reaching for your phone.

Hyunjin shakes his head, “No, I’m not. I’m not a stupid sixteen year old anymore, (Y/N). And neither are you.” You sigh, relaxing, “I’m just going to get straight to the point. I can’t take this anymore, (Y/N). I’m so lost without you.”

Your eyes snap up to meet his, looking for any sign of mischief or joke in his eyes. But, no. Instead, they’re genuine. Your brows furrow, confusion crashing over you.

“I don’t want to live with the thought that I make every day for you living hell,” Hyunjin looks away, ashamed.

“Then why do you taunt me in the first place?” You nearly yell, and Hyunjin’s eyes flicker closed. You get off of the table, standing in front of him, “Why do you work so hard to just get me pissed off for the rest of the day, huh? Why do you want my attention so bad? Why can’t you just leave me alone, then, if you don’t want to make my college life a living hell, huh?”

“Because I’m in love with you.”

So blunt. So stoic. So true.

You’re silenced by his words, shock overcoming you. Overwhelmingly dominating your anger as your eyes widen slowly. He doesn’t break eye contact, this time. He doesn’t bother looking away. He’s standing his ground. He’s telling the truth.

You shake your head, “No your not.”

“You don’t decide that,” Hyunjin says almost directly after your voice drifts off.

“You can’t be in love with me, Hyunjin. You can’t,” You shake your head, backing away.

“It’s not my fault!” Hyunjin finally raises his voice, getting off of the table and taking an intimidating step towards you. Making you falter and scramble back, your lower back hitting the old art table. “I can’t help it. I can’t help, (Y/N). I’ve tried everything. I’ve been with so many girls, even guys. Trying to get out of my mind but nothing, nothing works. It’s always been you. Ever since high school.”

“Even when you were dating her…?”

“Even when I was dating her. The only reason I dated your fucking friend was to try and get close to you,” Hyunjin admits, and your mouth falls open. You lost a friend just because he wanted to get close to you? Your anger was slowly gaining back it’s superiority over your shock, “I tried to talk to you, but every time I did it just came out as mean. You viewed me as a fuckboy, and I fulfilled that role. Only to try and get you out of my fucking head.” He spits out through gritted teeth. “I’ve tried to make myself hate you, despise you. And, don’t get me wrong, hon, a small part of me hates you’re short, annoying ass. But everything else is incomplete without you.”

“Why didn’t you just confront me? If you didn’t decide to date my friend then we wouldn’t be here right now!” You yell, pressing a finger to his chest.

“I was sixteen, (Y/N)! Sixteen. Everything that I did ended in my misfortune,” Hyunjin yells right back.

“And was that my fault? Huh?”

“Yes! It is! Yes, it fuckin’ is!”

“How in the fuck is it ever my fault with you?!” You shove him away.

“Because it was. All. For. You. Get that through your thick fucking skull!” Hyunjin yells so loudly, so aggressively that it brought you to tears. But, you didn’t show any sign of fear. You weren’t backing down from this.

After his yelling, things quieted. You’re too nervous to talk, afraid your voice would pathetically crack from the painful lump growing in your throat. Hyunjin stared at you, as if waiting for you to say something, anything. But, you couldn’t utter a word. Only a few pathetic tears slipping from your eyes. His brows crease up when he watches the quick, warm tears fall over your cheek and down your neck. His bottom lip becomes trapped between his teeth, and he looks down for a bit.

You’re tired of the silence. You simply can’t take it anymore. It’s driving you mad how tense and uncomfortable the silence between you and Hyunjin is.

“Hyunjin, I-“

You’re not able to finish before a pair of soft lips press themselves to yours. Your mind goes blank, and your body stiffens as you stare into Hyunjin’s closed eyes. Your hands gripping the table behind you for balance as Hyunjin’s trembling hands creep up to grip your face. He’s kissing you.

Hwang fucking Hyunjin is kissing you.

That’s a first.

You want to push him away, but no matter how much you tell yourself to, you only relax more and more. The feeling of his lips against yours was supposed to repulse you, give you the push you need to slam a fist into Hyunjin’s face. But, with how delicately he kisses you and how his gentle, trembling fingers caress your warm cheeks, you can’t bear even clenching your fist in the need to hurt him or to get him away from you.

You couldn’t bear to admit it, but you were slowly melting into the kiss. It was as though Hyunjin was casting some sort of spell on you. Your eyes relax. Going from a dim half - lidded until they flutter shut. Your hands let go of the table. You’re shaking, ever so slightly. Your hands guide themselves as they bring themselves up to press against Hyunjin’s collarbone. At first, you believe you’re trying to push him away. But, your own hands deceive you when they slowly trail up to run your hands through his long grown hair.

You finally let your lips move, and you finally kiss him back.

Hyunjin’s reaction to it is one to die for. His back stiffens when he feels your lips part and move with his. One of his hands moves to caress your jaw, his thumb running across the bone, his hands a bit more firm as the kiss gets passionate.

You want to hate yourself for kissing him back. For succumbing to him and letting yourself fall weak underneath him. But, you just couldn’t help yourself. Hyunjin’s lips pulled you in and didn’t seem to plan on letting you go anytime soon.

It seems like a flash when your tongue presses flush against Hyunjin’s. The feelings send your back stiff and you tightly grip his hair, as if you were going to break apart from the feeling. Hyunjin’s experienced lips guided your inexperienced ones, despite him obviously being nervous.

You try to breath through your nose like Hyunjin does when things start getting more and more intense, and Hyunjin’s hands slowly start to creep away from your face. Tongues clash, and instead of fighting for dominance over one another, you both move in sync. Your torso pressed against his as Hyunjin traps you in between him and the table.

One of Hyunjin’s hands falls down your arm, gently caressing your side before picking up your thigh to push you to sit on the table. He pushes you back.

“Hyunjin - ah… We can’t…” You mumble out breathily as he kisses the sides of your lips. His lips instantly connect back with yours.

“And here… I thought… you were standing so strong and proud,” Hyunjin chuckles darkly, whispering out the words in between wet kisses. His usual self coming back, and your brows furrow. “But… no. You’re letting me… do this… without fight.”

Your head cranes back as Hyunjin’s lips drag down to your neck. Licking wet strips up and down your neck, suckling on the sensitive skin and pressing wet, sloppy kisses to your skin. You bite back a moan.

“You said you wouldn’t do anything…” You whimper out, and Hyunjin chuckles against your neck.

“Maybe, but you’ve passed the point of no return when you kissed back. And here I thought you’d punch me in the face,” Hyunjin laughs against your skin, moving you so your legs are spread for him to press more and more against you.

“Maybe I should’ve,” you whisper out in one breath.

“Mmh, but you know you like it, baby,” Hyunjin smirks.

“What happened to you wanting to talk?” You breath out, your breath moans getting louder, and you bite your lip to hold your voice back.

“You ruined it,” Hyunjin grumbles, nibbling on your skin briefly.

“Fuck you…” you grumble, your arms wrapping around his neck unconsciously.

“Already, hmm? Impatient, are we?”

“Fuck off…!” You groan at his dumb joke, and Hyunjin laughs against you. “But… seriously, Hyunjin… Wait… I’m still a virgin.”

Hyunjin’s head snaps up, his brows furrowed. “You’re a what, again?”

“A virgin, dumbass.”

“Are you saying you want to have sex-..”

“Hyunjin! Don’t take this so lightly. I’ve never done it with anyone before, and I definitely wasn’t planning on someone like you being my first,” you admit, and Hyunjin cocks a brow at you.

“You’ll regret those words. I’ll make sure this is a night for you to remember,” Hyunjin snaps, his words dark, and you swallow. “But, I need you to let me know that you want me, too.”

“Goddamn it, Hyunjin,” you groan, and your hand grips a lock of his hair, pulling his back so he can look clearly at you, “I want you to fuck me, Hyun - ah…”

A smirk creeps up on his lips, and you watch the way his Adam’s apple bobs when he swallows his spit, and you let go of his hair, and his head dives back into your neck. Not exactly going back to kissing you, but resting his lips there. He mumbles out, “I never thought I’d hear those words come out of your pretty mouth.” And neither did you. You tried to deny it, telling yourself that it’s a spur of the moment idea. But, right now, again, you can’t push Hyunjin away. Your body won't let you.

Fuck it, your mind screams, and you let your legs wrap around Hyunjin’s waist. His hands find themselves caressing your thighs, your waist and back as his lips start moving again over your neck. The sensation sending constant chills up and down your spine, causing your back to stiffen and arch at the new feeling erupting in your core. You’ve masturbated before, that’s not the issue. But, being in the control of somebody gave you a whole new stimulation with even having to be touched too much. A new spark of intensity.

Hyunjin’s hands are rough, yet cautious. Trying not to go too far, but obviously trying not to pull away himself.

He eventually pushed your shoulders lightly, but with enough force to push your back flat against the old art table. He’s still standing, but he’s leaning over you, his hands on either side of your head and his pelvis nearly pressed against yours, standing in between your legs.

His warm hands move slowly underneath your shirt. Your back lifts at the feeling of his hands meeting your untouched skin, and you let out a hoarse breath as Hyunjin sucks on the skin below your jaw. Your head tilting to the side to give him the access he needed. Your neck craning, and your eyes flutter shut from the bliss. Your lips parting in a silent moan. Too embarrassed to actually make too much noise. Hyunjin’s hands move up the sides of your bare waist, carrying your shirt and hoodie with it. He parts from your neck to look up at you, his hands coming to a sudden halt.

You only glare over to him before you take your shirt and hoodie yourself, peeling it quickly off and over your head and tossing them to the side, trying to make it onto another table, but it landed on the floor. You could care less. Hyunjin’s eyes immediately dart down to stare at your semi - exposed torso. You bite your bottom as Hyunjin’s hand eases up, poking at the wire of your cherry pink bra. “Pink? Cute.”

“Shut up,” you mumble out, and Hyunjin’s eyes flicker up to meet yours.

“Hmm, that’s not gonna happen and you know that.” Hyunjin winks at you, and you roll your eyes before your head falls back again. Hyunjin’s wet lips come back to your neck, but this time, he starts pressing slow, wet kisses down your neck. Over your collarbone and chest before over the bump of your breasts. You watch him with nervous eyes as Hyunjin presses wet kisses over the skin of your breasts. The feeling of the sensitive, untouched skin being no longer untouched is euphoric. However, he doesn’t take off your bra, most likely since you’re in the old art room and being completely nude would be a bit too overbearing and overwhelming for both of your likings.

You thought Hyunjin was going to stop there, but no. He kept on kissing down, now going over your stomach. Your heartbeat got louder and louder as he kept going down. His warm mouth pressing warm kisses to you before moving down, the area before being shadowed by the cold air.

Your breath got caught in your throat when Hyunjin’s fingers loop around the loose hem of your jeans. His eyes darting up to look at you briefly. But, this time, he doesn’t wait for you to take them off. One finger undoes the first button before he swiftly moves out of the way to pull them down. Your legs try to clamp shut, but Hyunjin’s knee jerks up, stopping them from closing. Your panties don’t match your bra, since they’re black and not as fancy. However, Hyunjin doesn’t seem to care at all.

Your pink face watches as Hyunjin tosses your jeans to the side, with the rest of your clothes.

“Hyunjin - ah…” You utter out, and Hyunjin’s eyes flicker up to meet yours, one brow raising in question.

“I’m going to eat you out,” Hyunjin gives you a sarcastic smile, and you don’t have the willpower to roll your eyes. Your pussy is already sopping wet, and you hold back the urge to throw yourself on top of him. You’re not surprised by how blunt he is, but it’s still nerve wracking for you. “Don’t be scared. You’ll be perfectly fine.” He reassures, and you know you’re fine. That you’re safe, but, as said before, you were so nervous.

You watch as Hyunjin dips between your legs, getting on his knees on the floor, perfectly level with you. He looks from your wet panties to you for a moment before he presses a firm kiss to your clothed cunt. Your hips jut up from the sensitivity of it, your legs trying to clamp shut, but Hyunjin’s hand is quicker. His hand flush against your thigh. He smirks against you, pressing another feather light kiss to your clothes pussy once more before he licks up it, firmly pressing his tongue against you, sending your hand to your mouth to hide your choked moans.

However, Hyunjin’s hand flies up to pull your arm down, grumbling out, “Don’t be fucking quiet this time, (Y/N).”

“We’re in a fucking classroom, Hyunjin, I have to be!” You let out a throaty groan as Hyunjin licks another long, slow strip over your panties.

“All the teachers are gone. God, relax,” Hyunjin laughs bitterly, and you shoot him a confused look.

“You planned this didn’t you?” You snarl, propping yourself, and Hyunjin cocks a brow, his long fingers hooking around the hem of your pantines. You tried to close your legs, but they’re blocked by Hyunjin’s hands. Hyunjin only shoots you glare before pulling down your panties, and you gasp when your sopping pussy meets the cold air of the old art room.

“Ha,” Hyunjin scoffs, one of his fingers moving up to grace itself over the smooth, all too stimulative and sensitive skin around you, making your hips jutter, “No matter how mad you try to make yourself, you’re still dripping wet like a bitch in heat. Didn’t know I turned you on so much, sweetheart.”

“I’ll kill you,” you snap, but your hand goes to grip the edge of the table.

“You’ll love me after this,” Hyunjin winks at you again.

“I doubt it,” you backfire, and Hyunjin’s brow raises. A challenging smile on his face as his lips near your throbbing womanhood. So close, you could feel his breath fanning you. Hyunjin holds eye contact with you as his lips make contact with your warm, wet cunt. Your head falls back when you feel Hyunjin’s tongue against your clit. You let out a breathy moan and your hand flies down to tug at Hyunjin’s hair.

Hyunjin doesn’t go slow. He’s already teasing your hole with his middle finger as he licks and suckes around your pussy. His lips and tongue working wonders no toy you’ve ever owned ever could. The explicit sounds he makes turn you on even more, his eyes fluttering shut to focus on his mouth’s movement more than your face, which is tilted back. Your back arches from the pleasure, and you let out delicate moans as Hyunjin’s lips satisfy your throbbing pussy, giving it the attention it’s been craving.

Hyunjin slowly eases one finger into you, and your hips buck onto it. Hyunjin chuckles against you at your movement and raises a hand to press against your gut, pushing you down and holding you there as he lapped up your flowing juices while his finger inserts inside you. His knuckles soon flush against you, slowly twisting his hand inside you as you push yourself against him. Chills running through your body as Hyunjin’s tongue presses against your sensitive clit.

“Oh, god, Hyunjin…!” You moan out when he presses another finger into you. Your eyes squeezing shut as your trembling hands grip Hyunjin’s hair, your legs resting over his shoulders as he begins to thrust his fingers into you at a decently fast pace. His long fingers penetrate your tight, virgin hole. Pumping them in and out quickly, and you clench around him.

Your hands that grip Hyunjin’s hair pulls him further towards you, trying to get more and more of his tongue on you. Your hips grinding down on his fingers as your mind fogs from the pleasure. Now, you don’t care that it’s Hwang Hyunjin, you’re just loving the pleasure he’s providing you. You neck cranes, almost as if trying to pull away from how sensitive you were and how Hyunjin was abusing that.

However, when he enters a third finger, stretching you out, you feel your orgasm nearing. You clench around his fingers, your moans getting louder. Now, the thought of a teacher overhearing your explicit moans clearing from your head, your mind relaxing on the thought. All you can think of is how high you’re getting from the pleasure.

“Hyunjin… Hyunjin, I’m gonna cum soon… Hyunjin - ah, mmh,” one hand reaching up, the back of your hand pressing against your lips. Hyunjin doesn’t slow down. His hands move faster, and his mouth sucks at your clit. Your back begins to arch, your climax dangerously close.

But, it doesn’t come.

Hyunjin’s hands pull out of your pussy and he stands up when your back twitches, about to throw itself up when your climax hits. You look at Hyunjin with wide, glossy eyes. Sweat dripping down your forehead. Your legs twitch from the lost orgasm.

“What the fuck, Hyunjin?” You snap, and Hyunjin wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, giving you a raised brow and a smirk.

“You don’t get to cum, yet,” Hyunjin climbs over you again, trapping you down underneath his arms as he pushes himself in between your legs, and you could feel how hard he was just by a small brush of his bulge against your thigh. “Now, be good for me and take my cock like a good slut.” Your back stiffens from the vulgar slur, but it only makes your oversensitive pussy even wetter.

Hyunjin is quick when he lets his pants drop down with his boxers, and his dick springs free. His achingly red cock pressing against his stomach. As you look from his cock to his eyes, you feel waves of fear spring over you. However, Hyunjin’s soft touch on your face calms your nerves. His other hand pumps his member a few times before the tip it teases against your folds.

“Fuck, you’re so goddamn wet,” Hyunjin groans, and you don’t answer, watching as Hyunjin slowly pushes himself into you, raw. Your head falls from the feeling, and Hyunjin’s mouth falls open, letting out a breathy groan as he eased himself into you. Your throbbing womanhood getting used to such a feeling. Once his pelvis bone is pressed against your ass, he stays there like that for a moment, and you get used to his size.

After a few moments of the sounds of both of your loud breaths, Hyunjin’s face nears yours, and your eyes flicker open to stare into his dark eyes. “I’m gonna start movin’, (Y/N),” he warns, and you nod.

“Please…” You grumble, and Hyunjin’s lip rises in a smirk.

“Please?”

“Move… Fuck me hard, Hyunjinnie. I can’t take it anymore. It’s about time you stopped fucking teasing me, huh?” You growl out, irritated.

Hyunjin’s smirk drops to a frown, and his hand grips your cheeks harshly, “Watch your tone with me, (Y/N). You can be so fucking proud, and that’s one of the reasons I wanna hate you. But, you’re too irresistable not to fuck until you’re screaming my name and begging for more.” And, after that, he ever so slowly pulls out of you before ramming himself back into you. So harshly and aggressively, it moves the whole table enough to where it creaks on it’s old legs. You let out a loud, inevitable moan that forces its way out of your lips.

Hyunjin does that a few times, and he throws his head back because of the pleasure. His face drowned in lust, and you clung to the table. A new burning sensation in your core as Hyunjin’s dick rams into your pure walls, deriving them from their innocence. You’re heat clenches around him as he pulls himself in and out of you. Slowly driving himself out before ramming into you.

But, he doesn’t do that for long when he starts to find a fast rhythm. One hand gripping your thigh while the other holds himself up on the table. He’ll sometimes let out breathy grunts or groans, but you’re on the verge of screaming out from how fast he was going. His cock burning your walls, sending a new sensation through you. It’s painful, but you’re loving it so much. You’re loving the burn, the penetration, everything.

Your eyes are closed, pure ecstasy running through you as your hands move up to wrap your arms around Hyunjin’s neck, pulling him close to you and into a kiss. He doesn’t hesitate to kiss you back. Both of your mouths open to crash your tongues together in bliss as your legs wrap around Hyunjin loosely. His hips stay consistent, but your hips twitch and stutter. Your back stiffening and twitching, pressing tight against Hyunjin’s clothed torso as he kisses you. One of his hands guiding up to harshly caress your cheek, jaw and neck. His long fingers tugging lightly at your hair as your hands screwed with Hyunjin’s hair. Running through it, gripping it, even tugging it sometimes.

“Oh my fucking god, (Y/N),” He moans against your lips, moving away to rest his lips against your neck as he groans, his hips stuttering slightly, throwing him off his rhythm, “You’re pussy’s so fuckin’ good. Feels so fuckin’ good.” You moan out in response, too lost in desire, lust and euphoric, blissful pleasure to form something as simple as a response. Your mind so blank, nothing running through your mind other than how Hyunjin’s cock makes your pussy feel so fucking good. How he makes you feel so fucking good. The way it’s overstimulated and edged on, it’s almost overwhelming to the point you want to cry from the stimulation.

You begin to moan, nearly screaming out Hyunjin’s name as you feel your climax nearing, clenching helplessly around his cock. “Hyunjin… Hyunjin! Oh, fuck, Hyunjin - ah, I’m gonna cum! Please, oh god, please, I wanna cum so… ah! - so fuckin’ bad…” Your words are slurred, but enough for Hyunjin to make out.

“Mmh… Cum for me, baby. Cum on my cock, baby girl,” your back arches, flush against Hyunjin’s body as your gut erupts with a new feeling. Your neck cranes as your eyes open, rolling into the back of your head as your mouth opens in a silent scream. Cumming all over Hyunjin’s cock as he stops his thrusts, deep inside you to let you cum. Your mind hazing as you let out a string of high - pitched moans. Your body twitches and your knuckles turn white from gripping Hyunjin’s tee shirt.

Once you’re halfway through your climax, nearing the part where your whole body relaxes, Hyunjin quickly pulls out. Getting up from you, and your arms drop to your side as you breath heavily, coming down from your high. Hyunjin pumps his cock fast in his hands. Not slowing down whatsoever as his eyes squeeze shut. You watch his face as his mouth opens, moaning loudly as he cums over your stomach.

Once he is down from his climax, he breathes heavily. Sweat dripping down the side of his forehead. Your head falls back, your eyes closing as exhaustion then waves over your body. Catching your breath.

You didn’t even notice Hyunjin leaving shortly to grab an old cup from the counter and fill it with water before coming back. Dipping his fingers in the water to wipe his cum off of you. You jump at the sensation, but relax when you see Hyunjin’s distant, wistful smile. You watch as he wipes it off, making sure it’s clean before dumping the cup in the sink. Your heart quickens as Hyunjin puts on his clothes before he walks over to grab your clothes and silently help you put them on. He doesn’t really make eye contact with you, but it’s a comfortable silence. The first ever comfortable silence you’ve had with him.

It’s then, as he helped wipe you clean, dress you and make sure you were already by wiping the sweat off of your face with the back of his hand that Hyunjin wasn’t who you thought he was. Everything’s not as it seems. The way he smiles so adoringly at you as he brushes the back of his hand against your cheekbone ever so lovingly makes you feel conflicted with feelings.

At some point, Hyunjin lays down next to you on the art table. It’s quiet for a few minutes, both of your just staring at the ceiling, shoulders and legs touching.

“I’m in love with you, (Y/N).” He whispers, and you finally look over to him. He wears a delicate smile, and a tear trickles down the side of his face, “I really shouldn’t. I really don’t know why, but I do.” His voice cracks at the end of his sentence, and you swear your heart shattered right there. “I… I shouldn’t have had sex with you. It’s only making everything worse for me. It’s making everything hurt so much more.”

He sits up, wiping his face, turning his back from you. He sniffs softly, letting out sharp breaths as his back trembled from his hoarse breathing.

You sit up, too. Reaching over to put your hand on his shoulder, but you hesitate.

No. If Hyunjin isn’t really who you thought he was, you want, you need to get to know the real him.

So, you make up your mind.

You get off of the table to move in front of him, and he tries to move away, his hands covering his red face. You gently grip his hands, pulling them away from his face. And it’s a sight you thought you’d never have to see. His eyes are red, his face wet and pink from the tears staining his face. It’s such a pitiful look on him, and you thought you’d never, ever see him so vulnerable. He keeps him looking down, trying to pull his hands away, but you have a tight grip on them.

“Look at me, Hyunjin.” You demand in a soft, yet firm voice. Hyunjin doesn’t for a moment, and you were about to repeat yourself, but Hyunjin’s eyes lock with yours. You give him a soft sigh and smile, “Hyunjin. You’ve proved to me that you’re not the person I thought you were. And… if you’re really not the douchebag, fuckboy and absolute asshate that I know, then… then I’ll stay by your side. Alright?”

Your heart hammers against your chest as Hyunjin’s eyes widen slightly, another tear slowly dripping down his face. You let go of one of his hands to gently rub it away with your thumb. Just below his eye. Hyunjin stares at you with wide, doubtful eyes. His lips slightly ajar as his hand trembles in yours.

So, to ease the silence, you press a gentle kiss to his lips. With no tongue, it’s an innocent kiss. He doesn’t kiss back at first, but he does after a moment.

And, the rest of that night was spent in that old art room. Either talking to each other, kissing each other or holding each other that night. You learned a lot about Hyunjin. About why he likes to fuck around, why he thinks he’s in love with you and other things about his life. You also told him a lot about you, about why you didn’t feel right about him at first.

And, by the end of that night, you could easily conclude that you’re in love with Hwang Hyunjin, and that it’s possible to fall in love with someone in the span of one night after years and years of hating each other.

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inursoulkitchen · 3 years

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“that my hoodie, country club?” - rafebarry fic

One bust up and two large whiskeys later and Rafe finds himself driving toward the cut.

Toward a certain trailer.

He’s got both murder and sex on his mind and he knows that Barry is the right kind of company to be around in order to make up his mind.

Except Barry isn’t here, stretched out on his chair with a joint rolling between his fingers like usual. Apparently, he’s out.

Rafe feels borderline betrayed, and all the more murderous for it, that Barry isn’t there to welcome him with both open arms and mouth. But he will live.

He drops himself down onto the couch after a rather thorough search for cocaine, the sort of stuff that Barry tends to hide away from him nowadays.

I’ll wait, Rafe decides, rolling himself a substantial joint. He finds himself thinking that he never does it quite as well as Barry.

The man can quite literally roll a perfect joint in under a minute all the while berating Rafe for whatever “dumb shit” he’d done that day.

Rafe finds himself smiling at that, gives up waiting after a few minutes and retreats to the bedroom.

Head foggy with weed and surrounded by Barry’s scent, he finds himself drifting to sleep.

Before he’s even fully through the door of his trailer, Barry is more than aware that Rafe is there.

The coffee table is more messy than usual, weed and ash strewn across the glass, and a pair of size 13′s beside the couch.

The kid sure does like to make himself at home.

Barry finds himself chuckling to himself as he kicks off his own shoes and makes his way to the bedroom.

Damn Country club, messing up my space.

Peeking his head through the open door, he finds his eyes drawn to the soft rise and fall of Rafe’s chest, dissapointingly covered in one of Barry’s red hoodies.

One of Barrys only hoodies, if truth be told.

If it weren't for the blanket pooled at his waist, Barry knows that the hoodie would be riding about half way up the poor boys stomach, being that much taller than him.

Barry nears the bed and quietly calls out to him, “Hey, country club.”

He, all of a sudden, becomes aware of the fondness in his voice.

Rafe groans and buries his face further into the pillow by his side, hands coming out to grip at the sheets beside him and Barry has to fight from letting his mind wander.

Barry comes closer to the bed and sits on the very edge, watching Rafe with soft eyes before reaching a hand into his hair.

He jolts ever so slightly in his sleep, groaning once more into the pillow before rolling into Barrys touch, a pleased smile on his face.

“Hmm,” is all that passes his lips as Barry begins scratching through onto his scalp, making the man below him purr lowly like a cat.

A few more moments pass with the blonde hair falling between his fingers before Rafe’s eyes begin to flutter open, soft with sleep and bluer than Barry ever remembered.

Shit.

“Hey pretty boy, that my hoodie you got on?” Barry teases with a smile, one far too soft for the likes of Rafe Cameron.

Rafe looks up at him through narrowed eyes and the sleepiest smile Barry has ever seen and shit, he really is so pretty, isn't he?

Rafe takes Barrys hands from his hair and instead cradles them between his own, mumbling something under his breathe.

His hands so big against Barry’s own, making his heart thud unexpectedly in his chest.

“You gonna have to speak up, country club.” Barry says with a smirk.

“I said,” Rafe smiles, suddenly letting go of Barrys hands and instead pulling him in by the collar of his overalls, “Maybe.”

Before giving Barry any chance to reply, Rafe connects their lips and holds onto him with desperation.

It makes Barry both soft and immensely sad.

He pushes the blankets back and Rafe onto his back, climbs in beside him and kisses him until he’s pulling back for air, moaning into his mouth.

“Where you been?” Rafe is saying to Barry but his eyes are on his lips, hand moving behind him to pull his hair from it’s tie, a finger wrapping around a loose curl.

“Some of us gotta work, baby.”

Rafe rolls himself over into Barry’s shoulder and groans dramatically, making them both laugh.

They remain like this for the rest of the night, smiling into each others mouths and running gentle hands over one another.

Barry slowly undressing Rafe and pressing kisses all over his body until he’s aching with want.

Rafe decides later on that it was definitely worth the wait.

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fairyavengerwrites · 3 years

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treat you right ⇝ steve rogers

content warning: explicit smut, 18+ MINORS, PLEASE DO NOT ENGAGE. cheating, mild angst and fluff, oral (f recieving), fingering, vaginal fucking, mild size kink, dirty talk (Steve’s apparently freaky) unprotected sex (wrap it up ladies and gentz pls)

pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

word count: 1,859

author’s note: i think this came to me in a dream? so obvs it had to be written. was originally gonna be Bucky but I think it’s Steve’s turn. i happened to write this half delirious in the middle of the night, so even though i’ve checked it like seven times please expect spelling errors!! so... yeah, enjoy!

You let yourself into Steve’s apartment at the compound, knowing that he wouldn’t mind you letting yourself in and waiting for him anyway, not once he saw the state you were in.

You were beside yourself, really, brokenhearted and upset. You’d gone to yours and your boyfriend’s shared apartment after a long day, hoping to surprise him by coming home on time for once, only to find him balls deep in your bed. With the girl he told you not to worry about. And her best friend hovering by them, kissing him and running her hands all over him. You didn’t even let him explain, just beelined out of the apartment, right back to the compound.

Since starting this job, you and Steve had almost become inseparable, and he knew more about you than anyone else on Earth. He’d even known about your relationship troubles, and your suspicions of your boyfriend, advising you on what to do about the situation. Steve had also told you to break up with him, and now you were wondering why you hadn’t listened to him and done it sooner. Oops.

You were already settled on Steve’s sofa, partway through a tub of Ben and Jerry’s when Steve arrived at the apartment, immediately sensing your distraughtness.

“What’s the matter, doll?” He dropped his bag where he stood at the door, kicking his shoes off before striding over and dropping on the sofa next to you. You sniffled, feeling the tears finally brim at your eyes.

“He was cheating on me, Steve,” you answered tearfully, clutching the ice cream closer to you. “I got back to him i-in bed fucking that girl and her friend.”

“Doll,” Steve said gently, extending an arm out to you. You instantly moved into him, burying your head in his chest as you started to sob.

“You were right, Steve,” you hiccuped, muffled by Steve’s shirt and the sobs. He started stroking your hair, staying silent to let you express the emotions you were feeling. “I just- I feel so, so stupid! The signs were there, and I-I tried to be angry, but it still hurts.”

“Of course it will, doll.” Steve’s tone of voice was soothing, calming you down a little. “You were with him a long time.”

“A waste of four years,” you muttered, shuffling so that you sat up properly. “I hate feeling like this, Steve.”

“Well, how about this- a pizza and your favourite movie?” Steve prompted, still softly stroking your hair. You nodded, smiling faintly at him.

“Now you know how to treat a girl right, Steve.”

An hour and a half later, you and Steve were one pizza and half a bottle of your favourite wine down, belittling every single aspect of your former boyfriend.

“And you know what I just cannot get my head around?” you said to Steve, placing your glass down on the coffee table.

“What?” Steve prompted, nodding for you to go on.

“I don’t even know how he was pulling all those girls! I mean, I don’t have any other experience to go on, but by god, he was terrible in bed. I always dreaded it each time.”

“He didn’t please you? Satisfy you?” Steve answered, furrowing his brows. You shook your head. You surprised yourself by how comfortable both you and Steve were discussing this.

“He would just rub me a little and then put in and he was done in five minutes,” you explained, sighing.

“Nothing else? No foreplay?” You shook your head again, grimacing at the lousy memories.

“No. It seemed nice for my first time, but it soon became unexciting.”

“I hate to see you not being treated right, doll,” Steve muttered stroking your cheek. All of a sudden, you became all too aware of your proximity to Steve, and you bet that you were close enough for him to hear your heart pound. The mood in the room had changed like the flip of a switch, and you could feel everything in that room. “You want me to show you how it’s done?” It took you a moment to understand, but you could feel yourself flush as you realised what he meant. You nodded eagerly, moving in just a little bit closer to Steve.

“Use your words, doll, and I promise I’ll make you feel good. Make you forget that bum.” Both his hands cupped your jaw as you barely whimpered, already breathless.

“Steve, I-I want you to m-make me feel good,” you stuttered, clutching onto Steve’s shirt. He flashed you a quick grin before caputring your lips in a passionate kiss, pulling you onto his lap with one muscular arm so that you were straddling him. That same arm kept itself wrapped around your hips, pulling you right up to his chest as he dominated the kiss. Unable to stop yourself, you moaned gently into the kiss, feeling yourself beginning to get wet in your panties. He never made you feel like this, not this fast. It was electrifying and you were loving it.

The hand that had been cupping your jaw moved down to your body, palming your breasts through your shirt. You started to softly roll your clothed core against Steve’s own, your instincts taking over, and you moaned when his teeth pulled on your bottom lip. His large hands temporarily moved from their places to pull your shirt off of you, and he paused to look at you, groaning whilst he unclasped your bra.

“Shit, doll,” he muttered. His hands covered your tits, stroking your peaked nipples. “You’re a goddess.” You gasped when his mouth nibbled on your left nipple, stroking and pinching the other one. You gripped Steve’s broad shoulders harder as you started to roll your hips faster. Then, Steve swiftly flipped you so that you were lying on your back, caging you in his arms. He kissed you again, and your curled your arms around his neck. A moment later, he started making his way down your body, placing light kisses as he moved down you. You whimpered and sighed as you felt the ghost touches in apprehension of what he was going to do next, your mind marvelling at the possibilities.

Steve worked quickly at your jeans, peeling them off to reveal your panty-clad mound, your wetness leaving an almost embarrassing sized wet spot. Well, you would’ve been embarrassed if you weren’t so lust stricken. Steve groaned at the sight, and in the same moment ripped them of you. You couldn’t help but moan at the example of strength he showed, your hole clenching around nothing.

“You’re so soaked, doll, all for me,” Steve growled, before he dived into your pussy, lapping and sucking like you were his last meal. You had never felt so good in your life, and the sensation was so overwhelmingly delightful.

“Steve!” You moaned, tangling one hand into his hair. The other was clutching onto the sofa cushion for dear life. You could feel the pleasure building itself up and up and you held onto every bit of it.

“Taste so sweet, doll,” Steve muttered, sliding a thick finger into you. His mouth continued its attack on you as his finger started to slide in and out of you. Your eyes were squeezed shut as you let the pleasure take over you, losing yourself in the feeling. You continued to whine, unable to keep yourself still. Steve’s other hand placed itself over your hips to stop them from moving so much when he added a second finger. Then, all of a sudden, you felt immense pleasure wash over you in waves when he forced a third finger inside of you, feeling impossibly stretched, reaching a crescendo as you came. Steve did not stop his violation of you until you stopped squirming about.

“Steve,” you moaned again as his head poked up. He grinned at you, his mouth covered in your juices.

“That was beautiful, doll,” he said, crawling back up your body. “But I’m not done with you yet.” You whimpered, thinking of all the things he could do with you next whilst he started kissing you feverishly once again. You melting into him, hooking your arms and legs around him. You didn’t notice him strip himself of his trousers and pants, but you did feel his heavy, thick cock on your clit, creating friction on your lips as he grinded gently against you.

“Now you tell me if this hurts, doll, ok?” Steve whispered, placing a tender kiss on your cheek. One arm balanced him above you whilst the other lined him up against your hole. You nodded, biting your lip as you looked at Steve. He promptly thrust into you, sliding until he was at full hilt. You gasped, this time uncomfortably as you realised just how big Steve was.

“Want me to wait, doll?” he asked. You nodded, clutching onto Steve. His free hand moved onto your lips, circling your button gently as you forced yourself to relax. Moments later, you felt the ache ebb, and you urged Steve to start moving.

“Please,” you begged, and Steve grinned at you, starting to slowly thrust in and out of you. Your head fell back as the delectable feeling started to roll over you again, clouding your brain. You couldn’t hold back any of the moans you let out, relishing in the heavenly stretch. “Steve!”

“I know, doll. You wanna cum again, huh?” He moved back down to your chest, nibbling on your nipple between words. “I wanna make you cum forever, doll, watch you orgasm over and over.” You couldn’t even respond, lost in the feeling of his cock filling you, reaching every inch of you.

“Fucked you dumb already, haven’t I?” Steve didn’t stop his tirade as he continued rutting, speeding his hips up. “It’s ok, doll, I’ll keep ya stuffed as long as you want me.” You were near sobbing, screaming as another orgasm neared you. You never realised sex could feel this good, that it was supposed to feel this good. He was right, you never wanted to stop.

“You gonna cum for me again, doll?” Steve asked, and you nodded eagerly, wanting it more than anything in your entire life. “Go on, then, doll. Cum.” His other hand, the one on your clit, moved faster, adding to your pleasure as you let it wash over you once again, this time wailing as you finished for the second time that night.

“Steve!” You cried, chanting his name over and over as he started snapping his hips faster.

“So beautiful, doll. Gotta fill you up now, though, make you mine,” he growled. You were tender as he kept moving, chasing his own orgasm. You laid there, spent but satisfied as he stilled in you, finally cumming himself, filling you as promised and groaning your name. He stayed there, hovering over you and kissing you anew.

“Steve,” you moaned gently. “That was.. that was so good.” You chuckled, throwing your head down.

“Hey, doll?” Steve asked, and you hummed to let him continue. “I should’ve asked this first, but let me take you out tomorrow. On a date.”

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welllpthisishappening · 3 years

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Newbie here for all the hockey and Captain Swan nonsense (and pretty much everything else on your blog!) Can I request either "bloody kiss" or "a hoarse whisper “kiss me”"? Also, I definitely am interested in what Big Bang you just completed!

Hi, hello, welcome to this nonsense! You can absolutely request both of those things and I can semi fill those prompts with far more words than I was planning on writing. Eventually, maybe these prompts won’t all be canon, but that’s apparently the vibe we’re riding right now. Everyone else is welcome to partake in the aforementioned nonsense of this blog and the kiss prompts extravaganza so I don’t keep shouting about the book I finished this morning. It was real dumb. Like, super dumb. Anyway, here’s some making out.

“You know I could hear you?”

He doesn’t hear. Her. Emma. Almost hears. Words filter through a haze that appears to finally be catching up with Killian, eyelids fluttering and pulse steadying and he imagines a lot of that has to do with the placement of her fingers. Trailing across his forehead and just above one of his eyebrows, studying him with a sort of intensity that he knows only she has.

Fiancée. She’s his fiancée, again.

Even the thought makes his heart feel as if it’s going to beat its way out of his chest. Explode, possibly. That would be rather violent though. Could ruin the moment, as it were.

“When was that, exactly?”

He mumbles. Barely moves his lips. Can only manage to crack open one of his eyes and it’s not the one with the eyebrow Emma appears so intent on memorizing. Not that he’s especially opposed to the memorization. Of his eyebrow or any other part of him, not after another involuntary and far too long separation and he hopes Blackbeard drowns.

Somewhere off the coast of Neverland.

None of those mermaids are particularly merciful. In Killian’s experience, at least.

“Couple days ago,” Emma says, “the chest started talking.”

He opens the other eye. “Be more specific.”

“You’ve got an exceptionally dirty mind.”

“Chose your words more carefully then,” he challenges, but there’s no real heat behind his words. Not that way, at least. “Do you think we’re winning now?”

“In the non-existent True Love race?”

Smiling as widely and as suddenly as Killian does threatens the structural integrity of his cheeks. Both of them. Muscles strain from lack of use and recent frown-like tendencies, and furrowing his brow even a little bit sends a flash of pain through all of him. Gods, but he’s tired. And strangely comfortable. Stretched across sheets that apparently boast a rather high thread count, though he’s still a little shaky as to what, exactly that is, and even less sure it really matters, not when her fingers are so soft and his heart continues to do that erratic beating thing and—“Last I heard your mind-reading powers were a little suspect, witch.”

“I don’t think we’ve reached the insult portion of the evening.”

He chuckles. Keeps smiling. Doesn’t even consider pulling her fingers down. Despite the growing need to kiss directly beneath her ring for as long as she’ll allow. “Let me know when we get there, aye? And yes, I do believe we are. Winning, that is. Underworld challenges, magical doors fueled by magical flowers. Am I missing anything?’

“Sucks we didn’t get a rainbow kiss.”

“Perhaps that’s waiting in the wings. Of romance and whatnot.”

Listening to her laugh is his favorite thing in the world. Bar none. The way it flutters out of her occasionally, like she’s still a little surprised that it happens and Killian used to worry about that. Not anymore; not now, certainly. Now, he wants to keep surprising Emma. Wants to be surprised. To never grow entirely complacent or completely content. Although, he’s awfully close to content now. If he’s being honest.

Piracy often frowns upon complete honesty.

“Maybe,” Emma concedes, “and you’re not letting me tell my story.” “You’ve got very distracting fingers, that’s why.”

She rolls her eyes. Keeps tracing and it’s wonderful and comforting and—

Killian hisses. Grits his teeth before he can completely school his features, which makes Emma’s expression twist almost immediately and he’s not interested in that. Unless the twist is coming from the precise way her hips tend to buck when she’s beneath him. As it is, her eyes widen and his breath catches and she pulls her fingers away. From the gash he’d almost forgotten was on his forehead.

“Sorry, sorry, sorry,” she chants, but he’s already moving, and using the hook he’d removed hours ago to tear off a corner of the shirt he also should have taken off is not quite as simple as he’d like. Takes a moment for him to get any worthwhile fabric off, dragging it immediately across Emma’s blood-stained fingertips.

“Stop that. Apologizing does not become you, Your Highness.”

“That’s stupid.”

“You’ve got nothing to apologize for.”

Her eyes widen. More. To an almost comical size, catching Killian off guard because he means those words as well. The syllables, too. Down to each letter and each sound that rolls off his tongue and he’d like to use his tongue for a variety of other things, but this feels important and a line they can’t come back from, and Emma’s magic surges. Jumps over him in a way that feels as much like a blanket as a semi-aggressive wave and he supposes there’s something in that contradiction. To the way he feels and the way they are and a True Love competition that absolutely does not exist.

He knows he’s not bleeding anymore. Neither one of them move the fabric from her fingers.

“I’m sorry,” Emma repeats on a whisper, shaking her head before Killian can so much as open his mouth to object, “for not thinking and not trusting and I—well, maybe the shell phone was another True Love sign. That puts us at three, at least. Definitely winning.”

Heart explosion does not hurt nearly as much as Killian expects. And his heart’s been yanked and squeezed and used against him, more often than he thinks is average. Even in this realm. So he’s got plenty to compare it to. Only now—well, he doesn’t think his heart is actually bursting and he cares less about the realm than the people in. About the flash of golden hair he noticed well before his eyes met hers and he knows he’ll think about the way she stumbled over her own feet in a magical doorway every single night for the rest of his already far-too-long life.

He only cares about her. That’s the point, he supposes.

“I love you too,” Emma says, answering a message from several days earlier. “How did you hit your head, by the way?”

“Blackbeard is a noted bastard.”

“God, fuck that guy.”

Scoffing is not laughing, but weariness is creeping back beneath his skin and Emma’s lips quirk up all the same. He’s staring, that’s how he notices. Unabashedly, so. And it’s entirely possible she’s blushing. “That’s the spirit, aye. You really could hear me?”

“Yeah. It’s, uh—there was tear magic involved, apparently, so I guess you couldn’t hear me?” She doesn’t mean for it to come out as a question. Killian knows. Shakes his head anyway. “Right, right, yeah, I figured, and I...well, I knew you wouldn’t leave, too. Even when I wanted you to have left.”

“You wanted me to have left?”

“That sounds shit, that’s not—” Emma’s nose bumps his. There’s not much room between them. So, he kisses her fingers. Makes sense. Plus, he doesn’t have much space to do anything else. “That’s not what I mean, not really. If you left, then it was just...another failure, you know. Would have made it easier to shove into the corner, try not to think about it because I could say I always knew it would happen, or I expected it. But that’s as shit as advertised and I know you’d never do that and I don’t want you to do that, don’t want you to leave, not again or ever and—”

“I think you should kiss me,” Killian interrupts. Gruffer than he’d like, and he’s not capable of magic anymore. Can’t rip hearts out of chests or threaten them with anything more than this realm’s poor food options, but he’s fairly certain the golden-haired woman lying impossibly close to him on these ridiculously soft sheets is all too aware that she already holds his heart in both her hands. And he can’t think of anywhere else he’d rather it be.

She moves. All arms and feet, fingers in his hair and mouth slamming into him, catching his gasp and his groan in equal measure while he tosses the goddamn hook on the floor. It falls with a clatter that draws laughter out of both of them and makes it easier to pull Emma against his chest, Killian already shifting onto his back while his tongue manages to accomplish at least a few of the things it would like to.

Nails scratch and hips do, in fact, buck. Desperately searching for a rhythm and tearing a bit more at clothes he’s willing to burn eventually. There’s no rainbow. No swelling or invisible orchestra, save for the roar between Killian’s ears, but he can’t bring himself to worry and finds it ridiculous to care.

He knows. Emma knows. The goddamn magical door knew. And his message got back, even if it wasn’t perfect. To her, just like he did.

For as long as they both should live.

#cs ff #kissing prompts #really the plan was not for these all to be canon #or for them to get longer #but let's not act like that's surprising #also very nice anon: my big bang is bellarke!#it's a beauty and the beast AU #it is also ridiculously long #that's not surprsiing either #really #because of who i am...like as a person #anonymous #laura rambles

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pistachoz · 4 years

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legally blonde, tenth doctor

pairing: tenth doctor x fem!reader

synopsis: between trips and adventures with the doctor, you finally find the perfect timing to change your look. with no pointless dress codes to follow anymore, you try dyeing your hair on your own, ending up in a string of botched outcomes and unexpected confessions.

wc: 3K

warnings: none, mild cursing maybe??

author's note: oof, this took me more than i expected and it definitely ended up being waaay more. anyway, this is my first piece of writing for the doctor -also in general- and what a better way than start with a fluffy one! i hope it turned out decent! my first language it’s not english, so you can expect some -more like a lot of- writing mistakes.

also, a big shout out to @plxstic-rose bc she has been my biggest supporter when i felt like i couldn’t do this, she has helped me so much ily 🥺 💞

(GIF IS MINE)

A grimace appeared on your face as the sour taste of the coffee filled your mouth, you definitely needed to bring yours the next time you stopped on earth because the alien version of it tasted like stomach bile. You weren't even sure if it had proper caffeine or it was drug-fueled tea.

With a resigned sigh, you put the cold mug in the mirrored vanity table in front of you and checked your phone. Five minutes more and you would be rinsing the red dye out of your shower cap covered hair. You lift the right side of the cap slightly, trying to peek at your tinted hair, the pale red -almost blonde- pigments made your breath hitch in a halt.

Was it supposed to look that light? Oh crap, you should have gone to the salon.

That was actually going to be the original plan. You had been procrastinating changing your look; nothing wrong with the colour and length you normally had but since you started travelling with the doctor, you didn't count with office regulations to follow anymore so you considered shaking up a bit your aesthetic. Yet, it seemed as you could never stop to take a breath and the times you did, was always on strange-named planets where your peaceful state of mind lasted a couple of minutes. So, you took it upon yourself to change your look on your own. You knew it could have any sort of downfall, but you didn't really want to nag the doctor into making a 'short' stop on earth -even though you knew he wouldn't mind- just for a date at the salon. He needed a well-deserved rest after all the uncontrollable lifesaving shenanigans and every time you came back to earth, somehow you ended up enticing some sort of trouble.

Besides, how hard could it be, right?

You barged into the installed bathroom connected to your room and locked the door as soon as you stepped inside. The last thing you needed was for the doctor to burst in looking for you while you were in the middle of this crucial transformation, and even though he was probably too distracted tinkering around the console of the TARDIS, you knew how intrusively spontaneous he could be when he finds something new. It wouldn't be a first to hear him enter your bedroom in a spur-of-the-moment with enthusiastic hand gestures and euphoric rants about alien-y stuff.

You grabbed the light blue hand-sized towel that rested upon the toilet tank and draped it around your shoulders. A jittery feeling building up in the pit of your stomach at the prospect of how your new hair would look like.

You weren't particularly bold when it came to your style, always stuck with what you could call an average look, to be fair, before the doctor, your whole life was just brimming with a never-ending stodgy routine that encased every aspect of your life. You didn't see the point of making more than few changes in your image and it was not like your office let you go too risky either.

This was going to be the first radical change in your appearance, and you were lying if you didn't say a fit of excitement was already bubbling up your throat. You didn't know what exactly had gotten into you, but you were so adamant to do something. Perhaps it was the stockpiled adrenaline from all those adventures catching up on you, perhaps this was something you were going to regret later. Either way, right now, you could only think of how satisfying it would be to finally match your current lifestyle. New and thrilling.

To be completely honest, you were also eager to see the doctor's reaction. Of course, you were not doing this because of him…well, not for the best part, but a piece of you wished it would have some sort of effect on him.

You knew this regeneration was cheekier and maybe you were reading too much between the lines but sometimes you could swear there was something more in all those subtle touches and lingering hugs. The shared gazes that let you wonder if this was just some friendly treatment or if he really meant something deeper made your mind go into a frenzy.

You also knew that appearances didn't really matter to him but the need of looking bolder and more luring was still there. You wanted, for once and for all represent how traveling with him had changed you into someone who would risk more than just a ‘change of look´. You were becoming the best version of yourself and you wanted to show him that in more than one way, but one step at the time.

Warily, you lifted the plastic cap; your sticky hair popping in every direction. Without a prior look, you stooped over the sink and manoeuvred your head under the sprout. After some unsuccessful tries, you managed to open it and began massaging your scalp with your fingertips.

After swilling away the shampoo and applying the conditioner; you grasped the towel laying around your shoulders and swaddled your hair up in a turban.

You straighten your back and stroked your hair through the towel, trying -quite poorly- to pump it dry. You didn't anticipate it to be this gruelling. In fact, you thought this would be some sort of restful hiatus from your general tense state, but apparently, this had drained you more than expected.

Resignedly, you undid the coiled towel on top of you and let your new dyed hair fall freely behind you. The air fell out of your lungs and your stomach dropped when you stared at the sight of your reflection.

You were blonde. Blonde.

What in the name of god did you do? You were so sure you followed every instruction of the flipping tint box in lockstep- well, judging by the results, you obviously had made a mistake at some point, maybe even skipped one, but how catastrophic had it been that you ended up looking like a defective version of a Weasley that had awfully light shrimp coloured hair.

A trembling neigh-like sound left your mouth when you touched the ends of your hair. What were you supposed to do now? You didn't even have any dye left to apply another layer and asking the doctor for help was ruled out. He couldn't see you like this. Nobody could see you like this, for your dignity's sake.

This was all on you. You needed to think of something. Anything.

Hats, of course! The TARDIS must’ve a good stash of those, you knew you could find something in the never-ending wardrobe. That thing was three times bigger than your flat.

Well, problem solved. You were going to use a hat until your hair grew enough to cut it or until you stopped on earth again and got the chance to go to a proper hairdresser.

Good god, who were you kidding? This was a mess.

With shaky fingers, you fumble your way out the bathroom and dashed out of your room, in search for your only resource.

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"You won't believe what I found underneath the floor panel!" You heard the doctor's elated voice buzzing through your room before he could even fling your door wide open.

All you managed to convey was a muffled hum through your pillowed-smashed face. Too tired sulking the crime you made to your hair to turn around from your current position. Your limp body was sprawled all over the bed; arms and legs stretched at your sides with your face buried deep down the mattress.

Without waiting for a proper response, he roved across your room and resumed his explanation of his oh-so-great discover with a shit-eating grin.

You didn't need to see him to know the already too familiar gestures he was making. You could picture with the most minimal detail how his eyes would sparkle with wonder and how a contagious gleam dotted the signature boyish grin he always wore.

You smiled fondly.

You could still remember thoroughly the first time you saw him in all his glory, ranting about scientific stuff you could not understand and even though you had never seen the man before, the brightness on his eyes and the insatiable curiosity he radiated made you grin almost immediately.

You sat up slowly; grunting when you stretched your arms upwards. You moved your head from side to side, trying to stir yourself up completely awake.

"…So technically, it should be able to make the TARDIS' chameleon barrier unfroze. Well... the possibilities are thirteen out of a hundred, but I-" He stopped mid-sentence when he turned around and saw you sitting on the edge of the bed.

He tilted his head slightly to the side and a puzzled look crossed his face like he was trying to figure out what was out of place with you.

Your heart skipped a beat.

Thankfully, you had managed to find a Kangol black bucket hat. It was pretty simple; a small metal fuchsia arrow was stamped on the front and the brim was big enough to fit all of your hair inside. Still It was just not your style. Well, the other option was an animal print floppy one, the type that Lady gaga would wear. So, you had to settled with the e-girl-angsty-teen looking.

"That's new" His left eyebrow quirked curiously.

"What?" Good job; try playing dumb and maybe like that he won’t notice it.

"The hat, I- " he made a circular motion around his head "I don't think I've seen you wear one before"

"Oh, I um- wanted to try something different?" You stated but the wince in your voice made it sound more like a question.

“Right, yeah” he rushed "It's not like it doesn't suit you"

"Right" You fidgeted absent-minded with the hem of your sweatshirt, trying to think of something to break the awkwardness “So… you were saying?”

"Oh yes!" a playful glint overtaking his features “I think I found a way to repair the malfunction on the chameleon circuit and hopefully it will be better than that time I tried a block transfer computation. I was so close, well- not that close but at least I managed to build a part of the outer plasmic shell. Anyways, if we are lucky enough, we could stop travelling around looking like a 'blue box'" he raised his eyebrows, a devilish smile gracing his lips.

“Hold on, didn’t you say it was kind of unsafe?”

"Oh no, don’t worry! It’s danger-free… for the most part, well actually, it’s a 4 out of ten, maybe 5. But I’m sure the old girl can handle- "

A shrilling alarm started echoing through the TARDIS’ walls and you almost fell out of the bed when the floor started shaking uncontrollably. The doctor stumbled upon his own feet and with strained struggle and held out his hand to help you up.

"You were saying?" You muttered, sarcasm dripping from your voice.

With one hand locked onto the doctor's and the other extended to keep balance in the middle of the tremble, you managed to head out of your room. As soon as you stepped outside, you were greeted with red flashing lights going off all around the TARDIS.

"Careful" You heard the doctor called out, his voice barely perceivable. You had to double check to understand his next words "We need to get to the console"

Both of you tried the hardest to advance without falling or tripping over. The din of your footsteps lost in the middle of the shrieking noise. You could feel the vibration of the walls crawling to your brain and rumbling. The longer you spend running, the sharper the dizziness became.

You felt his hand clasp yours tighter when you decreased your speed; a warm feeling squeezed its way through your chest instantly. He looked down at you, a small reassuring smile on his lips; he was going to solve this.

When you finally reached the control room, the doctor leaped his way towards the console. A string of garbled mumbling fell under his breath, which you were more than certain you wouldn’t understand even if he spoke up. You saw him go around the panel, flicking switches and pressing buttons but it didn’t lessen a bit the state you were in.

You stood next to the entrance holding onto the railing for dear life. Maybe you should have been trying to do something useful, but quite frankly you had no clue as to what was going on. And even if you could have done something, there was no way of giving more than a few steps without falling.

After several confused exclamations and scrunched up faces from the doctor, he stumbled his way to the other side of the room and kneeled next to an opened floor tile. He plunged into what used to be a makeshift storage and with a newfound enthusiasm, you heard him shout. "Found it!"

He reappeared back on sight and held a small cassette-looking thing, his hair sticking up in a messier way than usual and a triumphant grin spreading on his features "The resetting format key should be able to stabilize us."

With a quick motion, he stood up but before he could head back towards the console to plug it in, an abrupt shook threw the both of you across the room. You saw the doctor’s figure fall hovering over a coral column next to the panel as you held tight on the railing stronger, attempting unsuccessfully to stand still.

Maybe if you hadn't been distracted watching how the doctor got up and toss his weird-looking key into one of the TARDIS’ inputs, you would have noticed how your apparently well-put-cap was now laying on the floor a few meters away from you. And maybe, if you hadn’t been so awestruck at how quickly the room returned to its normal state with golden cozy lights shining from the ceiling, you would have notice your now-bright blonde hair flowing behind your back without a care in the world.

"Right, so it looks like the TARDIS went into some sort of safe mode." He spoke a little out of breath, arms still hunched over the panel "but it's okay now. Apparently, it was a defense response, she thought it we were under a- "

He turned around slowly but stopped dead on tracks when his eyes landed on you, or more specifically- on your hair. His once furrowed eyebrows were now raised, almost touching his hairline and open awestruck eyes were looking at you like you were an unknown species. A breathtaking unknown species.

He opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. Every part of his body was just not responding, it was like he had stopped functioning properly. His unblinking eyes were glued to your face and his agape mouth looked almost comical; you would have taken out your phone in that moment just to snap a picture if your brain hadn’t been dozing off at the reason for his reaction. Because what could possibly- Shit.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

You moved your gaze to the ground, eyes falling on the discarded hat near the entrance. You pursed your lips, thoughts running a mile per hour. When did it fell? Why weren’t you careful enough? This was the doctor’s fault. Yeah, all his fault. He had to come with his incredibly soft hair and that flipping sweet smile that made your toes curl up and your heartbeat race like there was no tomorrow. He had to come and distract you, oh and of course, bringing a mess along the way.

God! This was not helping.

“You- um, you are…blonde” Yeah, no shit, sherlock.

“I-…am I?” The breathy words rasping out, your mouth felt as dried as the Sahara and you were surprised a sound came out at all.

“You look-”

“I know” You close your eyes and shook your head, praying to whatever entity out there to swallow you up and throw you to the Bahamas “it wasn’t supposed-“

“I like it” he blurted out “I know you don’t need any sort of validation and I’m not trying to- what I-” He starting flapping his hands around in a cartoon-like gestures “you look stunning… truly stunning; not that you weren´t before. I mean, the colour really does suit you but I’ve always thought- blonde, not blonde, you’ve always been beautiful… Guess what I’m trying to say is that when you love someone, there’s really nothing that can make you look at them differently. Did you know that As’urs considered blonde people holy? Well they would if there were blonde people. Sorry, totally off topic, but they do. Everyone there is blue-haired. And there’s a lot of mystical myths and clergy influence involved but basically everything golden is sacred for them. If we go, they might even crown you as their queen.”

He looked like a deer caught in headlights. You could imagine the red alarms in his brain going off, trying to process what fell out of his mouth moments prior and desperately attempting to conjure something up but instead just causing a short circuit in the process. To be completely honest, you weren’t any better.

You felt your heart bumping up your throat and your skin grew hotter and hotter per second. You swore you could feel the maniac rhythm of your pulse piercing through your head and you were quite sure you looked like a pop-eyed toy from one of those claw machines at the funfair, with eyes nearly falling out of your skull.

Because he didn’t really say that, right? Your mind must’ve been playing some sick game with you. There was no way, he really-

“What?” It was all you managed to muster; your small voice barely hearable.

“Huh?” You saw the redness from his cheek expand through all the visible skin.

“What did you just say?”

“That As’urs would consider you a goddess?” He asked hesitant with a guilty expression.

“No- before that”

“That the blonde hair looks good on you?”

“No! I-“ You took a small breath “Do you love me?”

You could sense the confidence returning to him like a tidal wave, a serious expression overtaking his features, but with a softness you couldn’t comprehend. “I always have”

Your legs seemed to move on their own, carrying you towards him. You stopped when your noses were almost touching and you could feel his hot ragged breath fall on your eyelashes. With hesitation, you placed your hands on his arms and looked up, letting yourself fall on those brown pools you have grown to love.

“Doctor…” you whispered

You had no idea what made you do it, but you moved your hands to his cheeks, and you kissed him. It was impulsive and stupid, and something you’d expect a sixteen-year-old girl do on her prom night. But you did it without a second thought. And for a moment you felt the doctor grow incredibly still, mouth unmoving and eyes wide open, until you placed your soothing fingers on the back of his neck, thumbs caressing and drawing invisibles circles on his sideburns.

And so, he gave in; firm hands grasping your hips and pressing you flush against him. His mouth spilling raw passion and his insides melting at the soft contact of your delicate lips. The tenderness on his touches and intensity of his lips drawing out all those words that didn’t need saying, because you knew. He was so sure you knew.

An involuntary whimper left your lips when he broke the kiss and intertwined his hands with yours. He brought your joined hands nearer and placed a light kiss to your knuckles.

“Did I mention I like your hair?” A husky laugh fell from your lips and your eyes sparkled when he gave you a soft smile that would be imprinted on your brain for the rest of your life.

When he looked at you with those old eyes that sung you stories in the most beautiful way imaginable and his swollen lips ghosted a smile you knew things were going to be better, with new adventures and new experiences awaiting on your door. And you had the whole time and space at your disposal to face it together.

author's note pt.2: OK that was a lot, honestly the ending got sloppy and there’s probably a lot of bad editing, but I invented a whole new alien species, so hey! kudos for that I guess. anyway, i hope you like it! and as always, feedback would be really appreciated, a comment or a like would mean the world to me! like my description says, requests are open! but It would probably take ages for me to finish it, so please patience. right now I have some more doctor who drafts and also some marvel ones!

-love, rina xx

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like-rain-or-confetti · 3 years

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Nineteen Years Prior (Draco Malfoy x Reader)

You watched the sea of people hurry around platform nine and three quarters. Few amongst the strangers were ghosts of familiar faces, older, more experienced. All different people from which they had first been when coming here nineteen years prior.

You couldn’t help but smile fondly as though recalling a memory. In someways it was, with only a few minor details changed. Some would have thought that aging or losing friends and family wasn’t so miniscule and shouldn't be dismissed. From your perspective it was. The pain of loss, aging and moving on with life. It was all apart of the story. You stood alone on that platform. Without a family of your own, yet it wasn’t sad. It was enough to be witness to your friends. Your gaze stopped at Ron, Hermione, Harry and Ginny. You recognised them instantly.

Hermione kissed her daughters forehead, pulling her in close. Meanwhile, Harry fixed his sons shoe lace. His son said something, distracting him from the task. Your eyes returned to find another familiar face. Draco Malfoy’s hair was slicked back just as it had been in the first few years of Hogwarts and just as blonde. The boy he was looking down at with a soft smirk had to have been his son as he too had the Malfoy blonde hair that every Malfoy seemed to inherit. He led his son closer to his mother to enveloped the boy in a hug. He acknowledged Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny. Tension was still apparent but it seemed more on Draco’s side in terms of guilt. What could he have said after everything that had happened nine-teen years prior? Draco looked away from his family and caught sight of you across the platform. His eyes widened, smirk vanishing. He looked shocked to see you and you couldn’t help but smile in amusement. Nevertheless, you waved at him as you continued to smile at him. He shifted slightly, seemingly uncomfortable before giving you a discreet nod. You weren’t too surprised. Rumours spread about the Malfoy’s after the Battle of Hogwarts and they shut out themselves in shame. Draco cut contact with everyone. No one heard from the family, only the rumours about them. You never caught any detail of those rumours, only that they existed. Then again, such stories never made it to Hogwarts, only students ever kept them alive and even then, they were barely a rare whisper.

You had shared many classes with Draco as well as Hermione, Ron and Harry. Much like them, you and Draco got off on the wrong foot. In fact, you were enemies for the first three years.

With every year, Draco Malfoy had become more and more insufferable, or at least that’s how it seemed. Although whether it was being accustomed to his antics or the desire for a change of scenery with some fresh air, an example would have been in Hagrid’s class. You thought he was doing pretty well. Draco, on the other hand, was insistent on mocking Hagrid through out, making it very known that he didn’t have the seal of Malfoy approval. “Right you lot, less chatter, form a group over there and open your books at page forty-nine.” Hagrid ordered. A few looked down at their books, Draco and yourself included, in slight confusion. "and how exactly do we do that!?" Draco snapped. "Just stroke the spine, of course! Goodness me." Hagrid called back. You looked down are your book. "I didn't see that coming." You mumbled to yourself. Draco turned his head to look at you before running his fingers down the spine of the book.

Seeing Harry with Buckbeak was amazing, although you couldn’t help but feel a little jealous, wishing it were you. Although Draco wasn’t so impressed. Your jaw dropped when Draco stormed up to Buckbeak, all the while antagonizing the creature. In retaliation for being too close, Buckbeak immediately stood upon hind legs before tearing into Malfoys arm. Next thing you knew, Draco was whimpering, cursing Hagrid and 'his bloody chicken'.

You saw him in Lupin's Class, arm now bandaged up and in a sling. He leaned against a pillar as everyone waited for Lupin's next instructions. "You alright?" You asked quietly as you turned your head to Malfoy. Draco looked surprised you had said anything. His eyes darting to you. He hadn't even noticed you had been standing beside him. "Yeah." Draco said gruffly. "Figured I'd ask that one looked like it hurt." You responded. "It did, bloody chicken nearly took my arm off." You weren't sure if Draco was being dramatic, it certainly didn't look that close. However, you didn't really know Draco enough to know if he was the type of exaggerate.

Draco was surprised, just as his face had shown before morphing back into a scowl. He almost didn't answer your question but was so dumbfounded, he did anyway. Not even Crabbe or Goyle had asked him if he was feeling alright today. You had been the first and you were one of the last he'd think would ever think to ask. Then you surprised him again by actually keeping the conversation going. Draco had two options, tell you to shove off or actually take the conversation. Before he could make the decision, once again he had already responded.

As Lupin began his lesson, you heard Draco mutter to Crabbe. "This class is ridiculous." "Alright! Everyone line up!" Lupin called out as the class suddenly scurried into one line. Everyone pushed and shoved into a line. Neville started and the Boggart twisted and turned into Professor Snape. Within seconds of Neville's cry "Ridiculous!", he wore what resembled the very outfit he had just described his grandmother to have worn. For Ron, a large spider that was suddenly on roller skates. Pavarti, a snake that became a clown before it could strike. For each, down the line, the Boggart morphed into their worst nightmare before turning into something utterly ridiculous. Much like the spell had been named. You couldn't help but shiver when your turn came along.

You looked to Professor Lupin before the Boggart would morph. "How do I do it again?" You swallowed hard, your mind drawing blank at the thought of what the Boggart could turn into. "Other than the spell, what do I do?" The Boggart began to twist, morphing into your own fear. "Think about what would make it funny." Lupin said calmly with a reassuring look. The Boggart stretched, tall and thin, morphing into a man in a suit and bowler hat. He had no hair but it was the only defining feature you could make out. He never had a face. His arms longer than they should have been as well as his legs. You only ever saw his silhouette. You knew the figure well. Usually children feared the monster under their bed or hiding anywhere else. Your monster never hid. He stayed in the dark and there were many terrible nights you awoke to him at the bottom of your bed. That man had haunted your nightmares for so long that you had made up stories about him, even when very young. He had a wife with a neck that was so weak it couldn't hold up her head. The two had a son who looked to be nine years old at most. Due to his mother's weak neck, her son had weak legs. They had never worked since birth and were lifeless. It meant the boy had a solid tight grip that you had felt in your sleep before, the pain being enough to wake you. Since then, you looked at the boys hands that were gripped upon his wheelchair. You knew if there was more than one Boggart, you'd face the whole family that haunted you. However the tall man was the one who never left you alone.

You heard the discomfort in your classmates from behind you but didn't dare take your mind off of it. His movements were stiff, like he had to fight himself to move his own legs. His steps were small, his dress shoes clicking against the stone flooring. His knees lifting higher than necessary with each step, mimicking walking as if each step he took was his first. Just as he always had. His upper half was rigid and unmoving, making his movements even more unsettling. To your horror, the man head begun to reach out and that was when you snapped out of your frozen state. "Ridiculous!" You cried out. The man reeled back and his hat grew in size. It became to big for his head and covered his face. The man swiped at the air, unable to see. The scene gradually became amusing as suddenly the lack of vision seemed to render the man useless and unable to stay up, falling over himself and unable to stand up straight as though he had completely lost his balance. You felt relief rush through you as a few of the class chuckled, including Lupin. "Excellent! Goyle! You next!"

When class was over you realised the only person your had your next class with was Malfoy himself. You sighed, unable to stop the sinking feeling in your chest at the likelihood that you'd be his next target. Yet Professor Flitwick's class was surprisingly calm, even when you were paired with Malfoy. "Is there a reason you have a stupid look on your face?" Or perhaps it wasn't so peaceful but rather peaceful as it can be around Draco Malfoy. You shook your head. "Just thinking about how we've went from Lupin's class to this class. Dealt with Boggart's and now we're in charms? Seems a little-" "Ridiculous." Draco said flatly. "Charms is pointless. First year stuff. Hardly worthwhile of a whole class in my opinion." You nodded. "Especially after a Boggart." You agreed, it was rather comical how such a light hearted class was unintentionally put after a challenging one. "I thought yours was a dementor." You admitted. Draco scoffed. "Why would I be afraid of a dementor?" You shrugged. "They aren't the most pleasant of creatures. It was a grim reaper right?" Draco said nothing but nodded once, not meeting your eyes. He had a fear of death. "What was yours?" He asked much to your surprise. "You'll think it's dumb." You warned him. "Of course, I will. It's coming from you. Tell me anyway." Draco responded. "Thanks, Malfoy." You said with sarcasm and Draco's impatient glare told you to get on with it. "I'm prone to nightmares. I don't really get them here but I do at home. I think it's because the house is so old and creepy that my mind goes wild. That man the Boggart turned into has been around for a long as I can remember. He always stood at the dark corners of my room or the foot of my bed. Just a nightmare. I haven't a clue where he came from." You shrugged. Without warning, Draco sneered at his quill rolling it off his desk before reaching for another students quill. Plucking it from their desk like nothing ever happened and began to write in his book. The student beside him looked for his lost quill, noticing the one of the floor and assumed it was his, swiftly swooping down to reach for it. "Did you...did you just take that?" You asked in disbelief. "No, I borrowed it." Draco responded with a slight furrow in his brow. "Yeah right, you totally stole that!" "Are you an idiot? I just told you I borrowed it!" Draco said sharply. "Okay, do you intent to give it back?" Draco didn't respond and you hummed in satisfaction.

After that it was a matter of convenience for you both to claim you were enemies. Although, it was apparent that you weren't. Whilst not quite friends, hatred wasn't present, even on the days you didn't get on. It really shouldn't have been much of a surprise that Professor Slughorn paired both you and Draco Malfoy for potions class. Draco sent you an eye roll and a sneer whilst you looked utterly bored by the reaction. You moved to him, of course, because Draco Malfoy didn't move for anybody.

Slughorn put a piece of paper on the desk in front of you making the two of you lean over the desk. He made it clear that whilst these potions were harmless, "Alihotsy Draught? What's that again?" You furrowed your brow at the paper with the given potion the two of you were to create. "Alihotsy as in the plant." Draco scoffed. "Are you an idiot? It's a potion that causes uncontrollable laughter." "Shame, just when I thought I'd be lucky enough to get a jaw binder spell for you." You responded pointedly. Draco scoffed again. "You should know better than speak that way to your superiors." You turned to stare at him in the eye. "Do you really want to play that game right now?" Draco ignored that question. "You're wasting time. The sooner we do this the more decent potions we'll make in the future...more useful ones. Also we're testing this on you." "Me!? Why me!?" "Because I said so." Draco left no room to argue. "I’ll cut this. What does it say to do next?"

When the potion was done, there was a sweet aroma that came off of it. A smell that reminded of sweets and oddly enough childhood. Although you couldn't pinpoint just what made such a description come to mind. It was a purple bubbling liquid with an opaque purple smoke rising from the small cauldron. You grimaced, knowing you'd have to drink it. Whilst it wouldn't be the worst outcome if the potion was correct, if it was wrong then who knew what would happen. You generally just didn't want to be on the receiving end of potions. Draco handed you a small vial of the potion of which you were reluctant to accept but did so. Suddenly a different smell intruded into your nostrils. You felt very dizzy suddenly. You swayed slightly and immediately Draco steadied you with one hand, covering his nose and mouth with the other. "Blaise! Get that away!" Blaise looked up at the two of you before pulling the potion further from the two of you. "Don't think we should have used that much-" You didn't catch the rest of what Blaise said to Crabbe as Draco tugged you firmly. "Hey, are you okay?" You nodded, blinking past the now fading dizziness. "Yeah. Sorry, I don't know what happened." "It's their potion." Draco nodded towards Crabbe and Blaise. "Are you going to faint?" You shook your head. "No, no, I'm fine now." You looked down at the vial in your hand once more. "It's a small amount so it shouldn't last very long." Draco said. Although you were unsure if he was informing you or trying to subtly make you feel better as your unease was very clear. You sighed. "I hate potions." You mumbled to yourself before tipping back the vial into your mouth.

It was as sweet as it smelled. Not the most unpleasant tastes by definitely too much if in larger amounts. If anyone were to drink it, it would not be on it's own. You hummed slightly with a smile. Although you had no idea why. Gradually, you had begun to giggle until it was completely uncontrolled laughter. It was safe to say the potion worked. Professor Slughorn strode up to your table, double checking the potion you had created. "Ah, I see your efforts have been a success!! Excellent work you two!" He praised both you and Draco. Whilst Draco would have usually felt pride in the praise, something else had him distracted. Or at least, that was until you were crouched down, clothing the desk in hysterical laughter. Slughorn seemed to somewhat have sympathy despite his own poorly hidden amusement at your state. "What are you doing!?" Draco asked, looking at you now on the floor. You couldn't stop laughing long enough to tell him coherently that you couldn't stop laughing and it was really beginning to hurt. "Have this, it'll clear the effects within moments." Professor Slughorn handed Draco the small vial, nodding towards you as he figured it highly unlikely you'd be able to take it yourself.

Somehow the sight of you was the most uplifting thing Draco had experienced in days. You looked absolutely ridiculous and your laughter was more contagious than he'd have liked to have admit. "Don't...laugh...at me!" You said in breathless laughter which only made Draco chuckle a little more. "I can't help it." Draco crouched down. "Stay still! How am I supposed to give you this whilst you squirm around like that!" Even then, he couldn't be completely annoyed at you. He was certain you didn't even realise that you had made him laugh. Something he very much needed as of late. "Swallow it! Swallow it! If you spit that out, you'll be stuck like this." Draco said hurriedly. Eventually you were able to and as assured, your laughter subsided, leaving you coughing. You took a breath, giving him a small smile. Draco smirked although his stare in you remained, lingering longer than usual.

Draco seemed to grow more hostile yet isolated. His group of friends always behind him as usual but you couldn’t help but notice that it took him longer to notice them. Furthermore, it seemed more difficult for his friends to retain his attention. You noticed but didn’t ask. Not that you had high chances of a response. It seemed better to think that unless Draco approached you, keep out of his way. You got on with him better than your other friends did.

As the year continued, it seemed Slughorn was more interested in Hermione, Harry and Ron. As a matter of fact, it seemed the three grew closer, the more Harry grew suspicious that Draco was a death eater, the more Hermione and Ron seemed to develop a tension between them. You weren’t oblivious to the tension, even if they were. It was no big surprise that the two liked each other. You figured it was only a matter of time before they realised. Whilst they were at Slughorn’s get together - an invite you didn’t receive- you were asked to deliver a book from Professor McGonagall. Once you had done so, you were eager to get back to your dorm, not wanting to be caught wandering the halls.

As fate might have it, you nearly collided into both Draco Malfoy and Professor Snape as you turned a corner. Luckily you halted before you could walk into the two. You couldn’t help but notice how alarmed the two looked but before you could think anything of it Professor Snape spoke up. “What do you think you are doing wandering the halls at this hour?” Snape demanded icily. “I-I’m sorry, Professor.” You said hurriedly. “Professor McGonagall asked that I return a book for her. She permitted me specifically. I was on my way back to my dorm now.” Snape eyed you with skepticism. “I trust you two can both find your way back to your appropriate dorms without delay.” Snape said somewhat dryly before turning on his heel and marching back down the hall, leaving both you and Draco.

You exhaled as soon as he was out of earshot. “I thought he was about to rip my head off.” Draco seemed to lightly smirk at your statement. “He probably would have, if it wasn’t for that.” Draco gestured behind him. “You were at Slughorn’s party?” You raised an eyebrow as the two of you began to walk in the opposite direction. “No!” Draco said with disgust. “I was crashing it.” “Why?” You asked unable to hold back a smile. “I wanted to know what all the fuss was about.” He replied. “Well? Are we missing out?” You asked. Draco scoffed. “We’re the lucky ones.” Draco did a double take. ”Weren’t you invited?” It was his turn to ask. You shook your head. “No. Too pureblood to even dream of getting an invite.” You gave him a playful smile. “Disgusting...” Draco said to himself, thinking of the group that were in attendance. “You look great though.” “Thanks.” Draco smirked.

You did a double take when you found Draco, alone, reading a book. You hurried up to him. “Hey, can I sit with you? I promise I wont bother you.” Draco’s gaze lifting to you. He rolled his eyes. “Fine. What’s up with you?” “I’m hiding from Harry, Ron and Hermione.” “Finally seeing how pathetic they are? Come to your senses?” You sent Draco an unimpressed look. “Ron took a love potion when he and Lavender were previously all over each other. I don’t even want to talk about that. If i have to hear “Ron-Ron” one more time i will hunt own a dementor and make it kill me.” Draco couldn’t help but chuckle but continued to listen to your rant. “Hermione is almost heart broken and Harry wasn’t quick enough to the idea i had. Run like hell and hope it all blows over.” Draco crinkled his nose in disgust. “Weasley under a love potion?” “It’s weird.” You responded. Draco paused. “Lavender who?” “Lavender Brown.” You responded. “Oh...her.” He said and you nodded slowly in slight dismay. “I mean, get me some fire whiskey and maybe i could stomach it a little longer but I beg of you don’t make me go back there.” Draco chuckled. “I won’t.” He leaned into your side slightly. “Who was the love potion for?” “Harry.” You said flatly. “From who?” “Romilda Vane.” Draco burst out laughing. “Draco, shush! I’m not even supposed to tell you this!” “Tell me more!” Draco laughed.

You shook your head at him in disapproval but the smile was still clear on your face. The atmosphere surprisingly light and peaceful considering who you were spending time with. "How have you been?" You asked. His smile faltered slightly. "I've been fine. Busy." You nodded. "Yeah, I haven't seen you around as much. Dare I say it, it's weird without you." Draco smirked. "Miss me?" "I wouldn't go that far." You smirked back before you let out a laugh. The two of you stared into each other's eyes. You forgot the world in that moment. It was just you and him in the peaceful quiet...and he didn't even think to ruin it which was always a plus. It was also short lived in the end. Whilst the time with him had you convinced that perhaps you could consider him a friend. You couldn't help the slight flutter in your chest from seeing this side to Draco. A much preferable one.

The next time you saw him, he was hurrying around the corner and nearly collided into you. Before you said anything, you noticed that Draco was most certainly not okay. Immediately, you were worried and jumped into action. Draco looked ill, his face pale but his eyes wide in terror. "Are you okay?" You asked him caught off guard. His breathing quickened, not far from hyperventilating. "Hey. Hey. What's wrong? Come with me right?" You grabbed Draco by the wrist pulling him along. You knew something was very wrong as he allowed it without even as much of a protest or sly comment. You left him to a quiet and peaceful part of the castle. "Here, take a breath." You said rubbing his upper arms and looked into his eyes for any sign of pain or injury. Draco swallowed hard, trembling slightly. "Look at me." You coaxed him. "You are okay. Just breathe for a second yeah? Are you hurt?" After meeting your gaze, Draco shook his head. You visibly looked relieved. "Okay, good. Now deep breaths. Take your time. No one can see you here."

Any other time, Draco would have taken your kindness as insufferable but now, now he was more than thankful for it. Even if he didn't really want to be around anyone. Regardless it surprised him to see you so concerned when usually you could be dismissive of him, even send him a piercing glare when he made comments about you, Harry, Hermione and Ron.

You were even more thrown off guard when tears slid down his face silently. "Hey. What's wrong? What do you need?" Draco wasn't sure what he needed. Ideally an escape from his task that the Dark Lord had given him. Some reassurance that he wasn't a terrible person for what he had just done to Katie. He didn't know what he needed and yet in his silence you seemed to have an idea. You pulled him into a hug. A hug hadn't been something Draco considered would help yet much to his surprise, your hold on him was very comforting. Much to your own surprise, you felt Draco's trembling arms hug you back. You held him tightly.

"You're going to be fine." You said to him quietly. "Whatever is going on, you'll pull through." You stayed like that for roughly five minutes. Suddenly, he abruptly pulled back, wiping his eyes. "Not one word of this, (L/N)." You heard Draco grumble, refusing to meet your eyes before storming off. You didn't follow. Only watching him go in concern and confusion.

Later, you heard that Harry and Draco had gotten into a fight. Harry told you what he had done. Everything happening so fast that he hadn't realised what was happening until it had happened. You demanded to know where he got such a spell, at the very same time Hermione did. Suddenly the book Harry clutched and kept with him at all times didn't seem so much as a cheat sheet- it was a weapon. "For enemies?" You ground out as you stared at Harry. "I didn't know what it did and he attacked me! I'm not proud of it, I just don't understand what that kind of spell is doing in there!" "Listen, I get where you're coming from. You've had your suspicions of Malfoy and its not like you were best buds from the beginning but do you really want to be the person who fires off dangerous spells like that?" You said.

It was true, whilst you were furious Harry had done it and the stupidity it took to use a spell that you didn't know what it did, you understood Harry's predicament. Much like many situations, everyone could regret what they did in hindsight.

"No! Of course not." Harry said rubbing his forehead in stress. "You're sure? That Malfoy did that to Katie?" You asked him. "I think his response confirmed it." Harry said flatly. You nodded. "Okay." You hugged him. "I'm not going to give you hell over something I already know you're putting yourself through.

At seven in the evening, you waited outside the Slytherin common room. You couldn't just walk in and since you hadn't seen Draco, it was likely he was inside. Much to your relief, Blaise was heading back to the common room. "Zabini!" You called out, stopping him in his tracks and he turned to you. He looked confused as to why you were around and even more so why you wanted him. You gestured for him to come over and almost reluctantly he did. As though you were playing a trick on him. "If you see Draco in there, can you tell him that I'm looking for him? I need to talk to him." You asked. Blaise looked unconvinced, uncertain why a friend of Harry Potter would want to speak to Draco Malfoy. "Please." You said quietly with a pleading look. He exhaled, a war clearly in his mind as he turned away and headed into the Slytherin common room. There was a chance both Zabini and Malfoy would ignore you but you stayed put on the chances that Blaise would tell Draco and Draco would come out and see you.

Five minutes later you Draco emerged, looking around and locking eyes with you. He looked fine, tired if anything but seemed to be completely unharmed. "What?" He asked sharply. "Move over here so no one over hears." You said cautiously, eyeing the Slytherin students passing the two of you. Draco looked almost impatient as he tugged you further down the hall and out of prying ear shot. "What?" He asked pointedly. "I heard what happened today. Harry told me things and-" "Potter must be relishing the victory but he'll get what's coming to him!" Draco snapped. "Draco, I know about Katie. Harry told me." You said quickly. Draco didn't seem surprised, annoyed if anything. "Of course he did, but neither of you know a damn thing." Draco sneered. "Draco, stop. I'm not here to pick a fight. I'm here to ask if you're okay." You responded and this time a flicker of surprise flashed in his eyes, his rigid composure had begun to relax. "You what?" "Harry hurt you." You said softly. "He hurt you bad and I had to come by and see if you were okay." Draco relaxed, taking a breath. "I'm fine. Tired but I'm fine." "Was that why you were upset earlier?" You whispered. "Because of Katie...?" Draco swallowed hard, looking down momentarily and you knew the answer immediately. "Draco, I don't know what's going on at home and I don't want to make assumptions about you. Believe it or not. I just want you to know that...regardless of everything, I consider you a friend and I'm here for you." Draco tried his best to remain composed and was mostly successful if it wasn't completely obvious that is what he was trying to do. "I can't tell you what the truth is or what's a lie but thanks for being there for me. As weird as it is." You cracked a smile. "Glad it's both of us that find this weird." Draco gave you a small smile in response. "You're a good friend, (Y/N)." He said quietly. "I mean it, I'm here for you." You assured him. "I'm just glad to hear you're okay. Did Madame Pomfrey heal you?" "I can't tell you." He said quietly. You nodded. "Fair enough, it doesn't matter. As long as you're okay... I'll leave you alone now." You took a step back. Draco nodded. "Don't let Filch catch you. Go back to your dorm." He smirked slightly. "Draco Malfoy, do not manifest Filch on me!" You called back.

You had no idea what was coming, the Great Hall was destroyed and you just so happened to be out of the dorms. A cold tight grip grabbed your hand. Draco quickly dragged you down the corridors wearing all black, no longer wearing his uniform. "Draco? What's going on!?" "You can't be here! Not now!" Draco said hurriedly. "What do you mean?" You asked. He eventually took you to Crabbe and Goyle. "Malfoy? What the hell?" Crabbe began but Draco cut him off. "Take them to Gryffindor commons, if you don't, I'll crucio you into next week!" Before the two could comply you spoke up again. "Draco, what is it!?" You asked hurriedly. He stared into your eyes. "Were you really my friend?" Draco asked. You nodded, fear in your eyes. You grew more frightened, the more he dodged the question. Draco said nothing more. Sending a pointed look to Crabbe and Goyle. Immediately after that he watched you go, with a lingering stare.

You only saw Draco a handful of times after that. He didn't return that year, neither did Hermione, Harry and Ron. It made you very lonely, although Neville and Luna were quick to change that. Perhaps it was easier to think that Draco was just a friend back then. Although the time without him told you otherwise. Those lingering looks always resonated with you after he had gone. Friends don't look at each other for that long, do they? Ironically, it was easier to forget your feelings when he was around. When he wasn't, you missed him and thought of him constantly. By the time you had acknowledged your feelings for Draco Malfoy, it had been too late. You never stopped believing that Draco wasn’t the cruel death eater he was ‘destined’ to be. You saw more of him and were determined to see that through to the end.

Perhaps it would have been easier for Draco to see you again after all of these years if he hadn't found your lifeless body back in the Battle of Hogwarts. Perhaps he couldn't stomach looking at you knowing that you never made it out that day of the battle. Although nevertheless you smiled at him from across the platform. If he took anything from it, you wanted him to know his old friend didn't blame him one bit.

Draco sprinted towards your lifeless body, falling to his knees and scooping you up. "(Y/N)!? (Y/N)! It's me!" Draco said hurriedly, shaking you lightly. Your wand rolled out of your hand as realisation sunk in. You weren't breathing. Draco shook his head, tears in his eyes. "No! (Y/N), please!" He hugged you to him. "I'm so sorry." He cried before tearing himself from you and running off.

Draco looked up from his son and wife to the place you stood. Your pleasant smile still in place. A man walked past you and by the time he was out of his line of sight between you both, you were gone. No evidence you had ever been there. Harry, Hermione and Ron didn't seem to catch sight of you even once. He gave a small smile to his son as Astoria said her farewells. Whilst at first, seeing you filled with unease, he couldn't help but feel comforted knowing you were okay in the end.

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Phantom Protectors

While on the run alongside many muggle-borns and half-bloods, Ryuji, Ren, and Futaba discussed what they can do to contribute to the war. They might just take a page out of Akechi's book.

A/N: It's Ryuji's birthday, I want to write a story wherein he's BAMF. So yeah.

[FFN] [AO3]

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"Remember when Morgana said that if we say Noseless's name, we'd get tracked?" Ryuji questioned his companions.

"What are you planning, Ryuji?" Futaba groaned. "I thought we were supposed to be patrolling the surroundings."

"What's on your mind, Ryuji?" Ren questioned his best friend.

"What if we help diminish Noseless's forces?" Ryuji asked.

"In case you forgot, none of us are capable of fighting hordes and hordes of people," Futaba pointed out.

"We fought hordes and hordes of Shadows." Ryuji argued.

"That was different." Futaba insisted. "We had recovery items on hand, this time, we don't."

"No, Ryuji has a point," Ren nodded. "Reducing Noseless's forces would help everyone involved in this war."

"But we can't fight an army of them."

"Who said anything about fighting them head-on?" Ren smirked. "I think it's time we stop holding back."

"They could die." Futaba exclaimed.

"Akechi's right," Ryuji offered. "This is war, it's kill or be killed.'"

"We're fighting a losing battle if we keep fighting on the defensive," Ren stated. "Especially since we're the only ones protecting a large group of runaways from Noseless's forces."

"I guess, you two do have points," Futaba relented. "What's the plan?"

"Disillusionment charm and the ultimate spells."

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Ryuji, hidden behind a Disillusionment charm, was walking around the forest, far away from the safe house that he, Ren, and Futaba had established for the muggle-borns and half-bloods that ran away from Voldemort's regime.

"Voldemort has no nose!" Ryuji yelled at the top of his lungs.

And right at that moment, a multitude of Death Eaters surrounded Ryuji's invisible form. He immediately apparated right outside the circle that formed around him.

Thank god for Makoto and for drilling into everyone the basics of apparition, the Phantom Thieves of Hearts can apparate without splinching themselves.

"Homenum Revelio"

One of the Death Eaters cast, and just like that, Ryuji was revealed to the group.

"Wild Thunder."

But before anyone could even cast a spell to capture Ryuji, or even kill, the Hufflepuff had cast his spell, and lightning struck every Death Eater in his line of sight.

Not even their hastily made shield charms were able to defend them from the strongest lightning spell Ryuji knew.

Ryuji looked at his victims and saw that there were still a number of survivors, all paralyzed from being shocked, but they survived nonetheless.

"Agneyastra."

Ryuji pointed his wand at the paralyzed Death Eaters as a number of flaming stones appeared in the sky and started falling on the survivors.

"That was for Cedric."

"Did you have to use Agneyastra too?" Futaba questioned.

"Well some of them were able to survive Wild Thunder," Ryuji shrugged. "If I had just left them, they would have another chance to attack."

Suddenly a beam of light struck the ground, a few miles away from where Ryuji and Futaba were.

"I think Ren's a bit eager." Ryuji pointed out.

"Seriously? Morning Star?" Futaba exclaimed.

"Aqua Eructo."

Futaba cast as pressurized water was expelled out of her wand and she began to douse out the flames that was a result of Ryuji's lightning spell. It would be no good to start a forest fire while they were still in it.

"Homenum Revelio."

Futaba pointed her wand to the sky, and a number of black dots appeared.

"More are incoming."

"Well, I have some decent control over this spell," Ryuji smirked. "Might as well use it."

"God's Hand."

A gigantic golden fist materialized in front of Ryuji. He pointed his wand at the Death Eater that has just landed, sending him flying back to the sky, unconscious. The Hufflepuff waved his wand and the golden hand mimicked every single movement Ryuji made with his wand, successfully defending himself from more of Voldemort's forces.

Eventually more and more of the Death Eaters were able to dodge the golden hand coming right at them.

Ryuji was about to fire off another lightning spell when Futaba exclaimed.

"What?!"

"Why? What's wrong?"

"Crap, some of these people are under the Imperious Curse." Futaba yelled.

"Let's burn their sleeves and see if they're marked or not," Ryuji suggested. "If I remember correctly, Akechi managed to inform us that the people under the imperious curse aren't marked with the Dark Mark."

"I'll go ahead and use a small maragi spell to burn their sleeves off." Futaba nodded.

"Maragi."

Futaba pointed her wand towards a familiar ginger person as small embers of fire suddenly consumed the sleeves of their assailants, including the ginger.

"Only Weasley's clear." Futaba declared.

'Petrificus Totalus."

Futaba knocked the Weasley in question and moved him towards where she and Ryuji were standing.

"Go ahead."

"Don't need to tell me twice." Ryuji smirked as he pointed his wand to the sky.

"Wild Thunder."

Lightning struck the other assailants, shocking all of them, some of them to death.

The few survivors were done in by two golden fists that both Ryuji and Futaba conjured.

"That's all of them, how do you think Ren's doing?"

Suddenly, a giant black snake just erupted from the ground, miles away from them.

"Black Viper. Didn't think Ren would use that one, considering our current enemy," Futaba admitted. "I do wonder why we haven't used the hama and mudo spells."

"I guess, they're just inaccurate, the number of times Ren missed with those spells was something," Ryuji shrugged. "It does look like that it's painless."

"Welp, let's meet up with Ren and return to the safe house." Futaba declared.

"Just a moment," Ryuji grinned as he got something from inside his pocket and placed it on the ground.

"Engorgio"

Ryuji enlarged the small object he got into a normal-sized car battery and placed it near a burnt tree. He enlarged pair of wires and connected it to the battery and placed it on the wet ground.

"I see what you did there."

"Living with the Diggorys, you'll learn something every day, especially if you hang out with Cedric most of the time." Ryuji shrugged. "Granger likes to claim that wizards don't have a shred of common sense, most of the time she's right, but once you explain some muggle stuff to the Diggorys, Cedric takes to it like a sponge on water."

"Oh? Ryuji with the metaphors?" Futaba raised an eyebrow.

"Like I said, I lived with the Diggorys, Cedric had some interesting ways for me to like being in school before arriving at Hogwarts."

"Wait, Cedric went to a muggle school?"

"Nope, he was homeschooled like your typical pureblood kid."

"But…"

"He learned from my books," Ryuji offered. "He then explains it to me, in a way that I could understand."

"So, he basically dumbs it down for you?" Futaba snickered.

"Ha ha, laugh it up." Ryuji rolled his eyes, but the smile never left his face.

"If Cedric has been dumbing everything down for you, how'd you learn the Protean charm?"

"Cedric has like the patience of a saint, while he may have dumbed it down from the start, he was still patient enough to relay to me the typical explanation of a topic." Ryuji smiled as he remembered his older brother figure. "I think he would have made a very good Minister for Magic."

"Hard disagree there," Futaba immediately shot the idea down. "Power corrupts, I prefer that he stays a humble Hufflepuff, willing to help someone in need."

"We turned out fine, didn't we?"

Futaba merely raised an eyebrow at the claim.

"Fine, you win.' Ryuji sighed. "I just want it to be on record that both Morgana and I messed up on that one."

"I'm not denying that."

"Yet, I'm the only one who's blamed for the whole event."

"He's a cat, you're the vulgar kid, was there a question?"

"Geez, fine." Ryuji sagged. "Let's return to the safe houses and relieve Colin and the others from patrol."

"You really have taken to being the Creeveys' big brother despite you being the same age as Colin." Futaba snickered as she followed the Hufflepuff.

"I was reincarnated, it's not that far off."

"True enough."

#persona 5 #harry potter #ryuji sakamoto #ren amamiya #futaba sakura #story #phpr #phantom protectors

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missblissy · 4 years

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Rebirth (Chapter Seven)

Alastor X Human!Reader ((Reincarnation!AU))

Prologue || One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven

Everything about this city was beautiful. From street lanterns to the very distinctive architecture. New Orleans had this magical air to it that made everything seem romantic and otherworldly. You had never been here before so you got caught up in all the sightsees. You were still in the elegant red dress that matched Alastor’s crimson suit.

Your arm was looped with Alastor’s as the two of you walked down busy and noisy streets. Many people were out and about, bar hopping, drinking, dancing, singing and enjoying the night. Apparently, there was this bar that you just had to see, according to Alastor.

“It’s lovely in there, it’s much like a music lounge!” Alastor told you with a smile. You could see the genuine happiness on his face as he talked about this bar, “I use to go there all the time when I was alive,”

“How do you know it’s still there?” You asked him while raising a brow, “Didn’t you die like…” When did he die again? Uh oh, you forgot, “Um… You died a long time ago, right?”

Alastor flashed a quick toothy grin and gave you a side glance, “1933. Just because I’m dead doesn’t mean I don’t keep tabs on the living world,” He then nudged you lightly, “I bet I know more about today’s news than even you do.”

You rolled your eyes, tempted to say something snide, “You sound like an old man. I watch the news, just… not every day. Or week,” You tried to defend yourself. Alastor’s low chuckle caused your cheeks to burn red, “Where the hell is this bar?” You shifted the conversation, “I’m ready for a drink,” And a big one at that.

“Almost there, my dear!” Alastor promised, “What’s your drink of choice?”

You looked at him and thought, “What was my favorite drink when I was a demon?”

A very dark look overtook Alastor’s features. You saw his teeth grow in size, his mouth twisted into an unnatural grin, “Blood,” He said wickedly. The dark look was gone, his teeth were back to normal and his smile was more relaxed, “Oh! You meant alcohol!” Alastor started to laugh at his own dumb joke, “Haha, you enjoyed gin, vodka, tequila. You had an uncanny taste for clear liquor and often refused the darker ones, like whiskey and rum.”

That was very different from now. You kind of hated alcohol and you’d only drink it if it was fruity and sweet enough to mask the gross burning liquor, “Mhm, not the same,” You shrugged, “I’m basic, give me a Mike’s Hard or a Twisted Tea. It’s can’t taste like shit.”

“All liquor tastes like shit,” Alastor hummed with a single chuckle. He wasn’t wrong there. Only a few minutes passed before he suddenly stopped in his tracks in front of an old rickety wooden door.

You were confused, what was here? It was just a dark pine door stuck between two buildings. There was no sign and no address. Nothing but a door. Alastor quickly swung it open, you saw that immediately behind the door was a dark stairwell leading below ground. You followed Alastor into the cellar with caution. There was a second door at the bottom of the stairs and Alastor thew that one open too. Music and smoke wafted from within. It smelled musty and thick of cigarettes.

How could you have not guessed? You walk into a dark underground bar and lounge. The lights shined low rays, making it easy to hide in the shadows. The floor was covered with a thin and dirty green carpet. The walls had wooden paneling that went about a third of the way while maroon wallpapers climbed to the ceiling. There had to be a few dozen people already in there. You took a look over at Alastor and saw stars in his eyes.

Little did you know that this was the bar where Alastor wasted away most of his life. It had barely changed. Sure there were new paintings and pictures, but so what? And yeah, there were dozens of TVs and speakers littering the walls now. Other than that, it was the same. Same gross green carpet with wine stains spotting all over the room, there were still green stain glass lights hanging from the ceiling, the bar looked exactly the same and there was a nice new pool table in the corner. Further back in the larger room was a small stage completely void of anything. Dozens of little tables scattered the room. This place was big enough to fit at least 80 to 90 people. It made Alastor incredibly happy to be here, even if it was some several decades later.

The two of you walked over to the bar without a word spoken between you. There were lush and comfy stools with soft green cushions for a seat. You gazed at the other people hanging around the bar. There was an older woman smoking a cigarette at the very end as she drank her margarita and played on her phone. A few seats away from you was a young man covered with tattoos and piercings.

Alastor quickly leaned on the bar with a smile. You stood beside him and you didn’t understand why you felt so nervous. It made you feel awkward to stare at him so much. You couldn’t help it though, his looks kept drawing you in. He looked rather dashing in the suit. He knew how to pick colors that complemented his features. He looked better without his glasses on too. You could see the dark and haunting color of his brown eyes. When he flickered his gaze towards you, you quickly averted your eyes and watched the bartender sluggishly walk along the bar.

He seemed tired and overly sleepy. The bartender shrugged as he asked, “What can I get for ya?”

You quickly looked at Alastor with a nervous expression. Luckily he was a man of action, “Two whiskeys, my good friend!” He tapped the bar twice with his hand and gave a large grin.

While the bartender got your drinks, you peered along the counter. That man with the tattoos was looking at you. Then at Alastor, then you again. The way he stared made you suspicious of him. You looked away from him as the bartender returned and slid two glasses towards you and Alastor.

“Give it a try, darling,” Alastor eyed you as he grabbed his own glass, “It’ll only bite a little bit,” Then he winked at you. It took you by complete surprise and you were quickly flustered. At the same time, he pulled a little black case from one of his pockets and unclipped the latch. As he flipped it open it revealed several dozen cigarettes tucked neatly in rows. Alastor swiped one quicky then snapped the case closed. You watched as the cigarette lit itself alive as if my by magic. Alastor wasn’t even looking at you anymore. This was the first time you saw his human face without some sort of smile. He had a soft and blank expression as he took a drag of the cigarette. Why did he make it look so…. attractive? He even did a french inhale, slowly passing smoking from his lips and inhaling it into his nose.

As much as you hated the burn of alcohol, you quickly grabbed your own drink and down a large gulp. Your heart was fluttering in your chest and you couldn’t stop it from beating harder and harder as every second passed. Once you placed the glass down you quickly rushed your words out, “I- uh!” You coughed and cleared your throat, “I need to you the restroom!” You actually needed a second to calm down, “I’ll be right back,” You flashed a little smile on your face as Alastor watched you with amusement.

“Take your time, dear,” He gave a sneaky and snide smirk, he was beginning to bring the cigarette back to his lips, but you quickly turned and walked off as calmly as you could.

Alastor watched your every step until you found the bathrooms and disappeared around a corner. He could finally let out the soft sigh and relax a little. Everything was going perfectly so far. All he had to do was keeping working his charm and soon you’d be his once again.

He took this time alone to reflect on the entire situation. Alastor flicked the ash off the end of his cigarette into an ashtray. With his free hand, he reached for his whiskey. As happy as he was to be here, it brought him a small sense of sorrow. It was beginning to become more and more clear that you were not the same person you once were.

It pained him because he was realizing that the person he was looking for was dead and gone forever. No matter how much he tried, he’d never have his beloved wife back. He couldn’t deny it however, he stilled felt a deep love for you even if you weren’t exactly the same. Little did you know, Alastor had come to terms with spending the rest of your natural mortal life with you, simply because he couldn’t bring himself to kill or even harm you in any way. He also felt the need to protect you from any harm as well. He wouldn’t allow you to killed in any way unless it was on your terms.

He wasn’t entirely sure why he felt this way. Maybe it had to do with the fact that your soul wasn’t tainted enough to go to hell, or maybe he loved your soul’s newfound purity. Maybe it had nothing to with anything, he couldn’t be sure. He had shut himself entirely off from his emotions the day you were reincarnated. It had been a long time since he explored the thoughts and let them run free in his mind. There was a strange uneasiness that overcame Alastor at the same time. He looked around and found the man looking at him, the one with the tattoos.

How interesting, Alastor watched this stranger begin to approach him. A little smile lingered on Alastor’s face. He wanted this man to go away and leave him alone, “Hello!” Alastor lifted his smile some more, “What brings you over here, my good fellow?”

The tattooed man was a little surprised at Alastor’s straight-forward approach, but other than that, he didn’t seem to fazed by it. Alastor could smell the pot and vodka rolling off of this stranger. It didn’t take a whole lot to see how intoxicated he was. There was even a drip from his nose and Alastor had no doubt that it was induced from a little knife bump of coke. But he smelled something much stronger, it was the soft and dull beat of blood rushing loosely through this drugged-up man. It was intoxication, it made Alastor’s eyes grow a little wider as he stared harder at the man.

“I wanted to know ‘bout that lady of yours!” The stranger slurred slightly, “She with you?”

“Ha!” Alastor enjoyed the stranger’s bluntness, “Something like that!” He bared his teeth with a smile, “I think there was someone more of your taste out on the corner there, old sport!”

The stranger laughed loosely and shook his head, “Aha, hmhm,” He sucked in a quick breath, “I was thinking you’re more my type. Or the both of ya.”

Alastor’s smile melted only slightly as it became more thin, firm and pressed. Why couldn’t he think of anything to say? He didn’t think this would make his as uncomfortable as it did. Panic leaked into his bloodstream for the first time in decades. How was this possible? He felt a bead of sweat form at his temple. Then a whisper crawled into his ear, saying, He’s only a human. Scare him away.

So he took a quick breath in and Alastor smiled calmly, “You don’t want to walk down this road,” He closed his eyes and smiled some more, “There’s nothing here for you!” His voice was bouncy and happy despite his true feelings hidden below his throat, “Nothing but a dead end!” Alastor smiled away.

But the man was either too drunk or stoned to hear the ominous threat in Alastor’s voice, or he just didn’t care. He leaned forward slightly, “You sure? I’ve got a ton of X and coke- Oh hey-”

You had just shown back up and you could feel the terrible tension in the air. The tattooed man was swaying on his feet and he had a sloppy half-grin on his face. Alastor, however, had dark eyes boring into the man and a smile on his eyes. His unblinking stare was menacing, “Hey,” You frowned. At the sound of your voice, Alastor turned his head quickly and he looked at you. He didn’t say anything though, “What’s.. uh… going on?” You looked between the two of them.

The stranger shrugged, “Just trying to see if ya’ll are interested in a little party-”

You quickly held up your hand, making him stop talking. This is why you hated bars and drinking, well… you mostly just hated drunks. Nothing was more dully and stupid than a drunk person, in your opinion. You frowned at the stranger, “I’m going to have to stop you right there, thanks but no thanks, we’re not interested.” You learned a long time ago that the only way to get them to go away is to tell them to fuck off, “Now if you don’t mind, I’d like to get back to enjoying my night.”

The man gave you a swore face, he shrugged again, “You’re loss,” The mood changed and he didn’t seem so happy anymore. He left with a flip of his long hair and muttering something under his breath.

You heard a sigh next to you, and you saw Alastor’s smile drop down to a mild grin. He seemed… upset? You weren’t very sure, “You okay?” You asked.

“I hate humans,” Alastor grumbled, “Primitive, primal, promiscuous. Utterly useless creatures,”

“What? Don’t like guys flirting with you?” You started to slowly chuckle at him. Was this what he was like when he was flustered or mad? It almost made you laugh. He just looked bitter with a dumb smile. Maybe it was because he was in his human form, but he didn’t look as intimidating or scary without all the evil demon teeth and claws.

“I’m not a fan of the outcome,” Alastor looked at you from a side glance. He waved a hand, “Fornication is utterly disgusting,”

Oh. You blinked, slowly understanding what he was trying to say, “So you’re like… Asexual?”

Now Alastor gave you a confused smile, “I wish I could go through mitosis,” He gave a weak laugh after that.

But you giggled behind your hand for a second. Oh, how the tables had turned, “No, Al,” You saw him perk up at the nickname, “It means yours not into fornication.” It looked like he started to understand, “You know, some people are homosexual? Hetero? You’re Asexual,” To help further your point, you dug out your phone and opened up the web browser. You did a quick google search then showed him.

He was wary, but he looked at your phone, quickly reading the words, “Hm,” He hummed, “Well would you look at that!” There was a smile on his face. He gestured for you to come and sit beside him again.

You climbed back into your bar seat once again and Alastor turned so he could face you. His cigarette was long burnt out and gone and he didn’t hesitate to pull another one out. He offered you one but you shook your head lightly, “So many things are different,” Alastor mumbled from behind the unfiltered end of the cigarette, “You used to smoke a pack a day,” He chuckled softly.

“Yeah?” He knew he had caught your interest. You perked up in your seat and even scooted a little closer, “What was I like? Like… aside from being a demon and your wife. Like personality and attitude?”

He couldn’t help the sweet smile from curling on his face, “You were very hardworking. People praised you for your incredible loyalty as well. But you were also uncontrollably emotional,” You faintly remembered the book saying something about that.

“What else?” You wanted to know so much more. You wanted to know everything you could know about your past self. It was an obsession you couldn’t ignore anymore.

“How about we focus on this version of you?” Alastor smiled a little more and gave a raise of his brow. You felt flattered that he wanted to know more about you. You remembered that you still had a glass of whiskey to drink.

As you grabbed the glass and took a sip, you asked after a brief moment, “What do you want to know?”

Alastor leaned forward and rested his chin in the palm of his hand. There was a light and spark in his eyes that made your hight jump a little, “Anything,” He said with a smile.

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“-I was so scared. He looks at me and says, ‘You lit?’ And I was…. I was totally baked out of my mind. It was the first time I… ya know? Aha- And my professor is looking at me and the whole class is! I almost started to cry but then he sharted to shake his hands and go ‘No, no, no! You eat that cookie! You stay lit!’ And he just goes on teaching!” There were about six or seven empty glasses next to you. A smile was on your face as you told some stupid story from your freshman year of college.

Alastor was listening intently with his own smile to match. He held your hand in his as they rested together on the bar, “Ya know I was always a fan of opium every now and again!”

For some reason that made you laugh a little, “I’d never do something like that,” It was safe to say you were tipsy. Maybe a little bit drunk. Just a little. Alastor, on the other hand, didn’t seem the slightest and he drank more than you, “Like you said. I’m just a goodie goodie.”

He chuckled and gave a grin, “I also said we could change that.”

“You said a lot of things,” You smirked. The last..? What time was it? Well, you had spent some time talking to Alastor. He asked about your life, your birthday. He found out you had no siblings and that your father was dying. He even wanted to know about what school you went to, what classes you liked. You didn’t expect him to be so curious. He cracked a joke every now and then and tease you for something silly.

It was nice to just… talk to him like this. It was almost like he was a real person who wanted to get to know you. A little voice in your said It’s almost like I’m on a date with a real guy who… likes me. You shook that voice away. And caught Alastor staring at you. You laughed nervously and said, “What?”

He just shook his head slowly then shrugged, “Nothing… You’re just very pretty. I like this version of you. Some things are the same, like your eyes and your smile. But others are different,”

“Like what?” Damn it! You couldn’t stop the little smile on your face.

“That’s not important,” He quickly dismissed your question, “It doesn’t matter whats different and what’s the same. I’m just happy to spend time with you again.” Why did that answer make your heart flutter?

His hand was still holding yours and you couldn’t deny that comfort you felt from his touch. It was familiar in a way that you just couldn’t describe. It was almost addicting in away. You could feel your soul reaching out and trying to touch Alastor.

What time was it again? You pulled out your phone and looked at the clock. You almost jumped out of your seat and lost your mind, “It’s three in the morning!? I have classes at eight am! Fuck!” You ran a hand through your hair then looked at Alastor, “This is your fault,”

He grinned, “Skip classes tomorrow, sleep in,” His voice called out and tempted you.

It sounded nice, but you knew better. You shook your head, “No, I need to go to bed, can you take me home?” You looked at him and waited for him to say something but he just grinned a sneaky little toothy smile, “Please?”

“Alright,” He finally said. He closed his eyes and with a smile, he snapped his fingers quickly. There was a static sound of white noise and suddenly you were outside your apartment door. Odd. Why didn’t he just teleport you guys inside? What if your door was locked?

Alastor quickly took your hand in his and brought your fingers up to his lips. He placed a kiss on them, holding your hand there as he gave you a look that gave you chills, “I had a lovely night with you, my dear. Until we meet again.” He placed another kiss on your knuckles. You wanted to say something but he quickly faded into a swarm of misty black shadows. He was gone before you knew it and you were alone with a might need for him to come back.

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sugarbooger513 · 4 years

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Angel’s Rising- Chapter Four

“It’s the weekend, Aria. Chill out a bit.” Lilith rolls her eyes when she notices me grading a few papers. I give her a smile and pat her head. “Sorry. I promised Aizawa that I would have these done so he can put the grades in.”

I’ve worked at UA for a week now. I gotta say, it’s nice. For the most part, the kids are really easy to get along with. They seem to be happy I’m there. Apparently Aizawa seems more relaxed now that he has help with all of his work.

“Can Rose and I go hang out with the guys?” “Where are you going?” “The park.” I shrug and give her a smile. “Just check in with me every once in a while, okay? Do you need some money to go eat?” Before she can say no, I pull my wallet out and dig a twenty from it.

She doesn’t want to take it, but she eventually gives in to my pouts.Before they leave, I give them both a hug and kiss on their head. Of course, as soon as they walk out the door, mom comes from downstairs. The scowl on her face makes me mad already.

“Where the hell are they going?” “To hang out with some friends. Lilith said she’ll check in with me.” She rolls her eyes while going to the fridge. “They should be checking in with me. I’m their mom.” Sure you are, lady. I ignore her presence now, focusing instead on the stack of papers I still have.

My phone rings, and I answer it with a smile. “Hey Aizawa.” “Hey. Do you and the girls need anything while I’m out?” I roll my eyes and laugh. “No. The girls just left to hang out with some friends.” He knows who I mean, so he doesn’t question it. “Oh. Do you need anything?” “I’m fine. I promise.” He lets out a short yawn. “You want to grab lunch with me?” “Aizawa, I still have to finish these-” “I can grab it and bring it there, if you want.”

My face flushes, and mom notices it. “U-uhh.. I mean, I..” He chuckles a bit at my stuttering. “Are you worried about me coming in your house?” “A-A little bit. It isn’t much.” He sighs, and I can hear his car’s blinker turn on. “I’m picking up sushi. I’ll be there soon, okay? We can finish the grading together.” I sigh in defeat. This man is too kind for his own good. “Fiiine. I’ll see you soon, ‘Zawa.” He scoffs at the nickname and hangs up.

“Who was that?” “Oh. It’s the girl’s teacher. He wants to come over and help me grade.” She grabs a bottle of whiskey, which makes my stomach drop. Lovely. He’s going to see that side of her. When I hear a knock at the door, i jump from the couch and go to open it.

Aizawa’s gray eyes make me almost forget to breathe. God, he’s one handsome guy. He gives a small smile and puts a bag in my hand. “I promise I got some for me, too. You don’t have to beat me up.” I giggle and smile sweetly at him. “Good because I could toootally beat you up.” He notices my mom staring, so he walks in and places his stuff on a coffee table. “I believe we’ve met before.”

She ignores him holding his hand out. “You were the teacher who was blamed for the kids using their quirks at that damn summer camp.” Oh my god. There’s a bit of shock in his eyes. “Umm.. yes. I gave the kids permission to protect themselves.” “Mom, this isn’t-” “Shut up, Aria.” I whimper and back away from the two of them. “You almost got my babies killed, sir.” “Umm.. Rose and Lilith were both unharmed. Trust me, they were protected.” Ignoring the fear in my chest, I step to stand beside Aizawa.

“He did what he had to at that camp, mom. Trust me, this man cares for his students.” Mom glares at me, but I send it back to her. There’s no way I’ll let Aizawa get blamed for that training camp. He glances down at me, a worried look in his eyes. “Aria, it’s okay.” “No, it isn’t. I know that you did what was best for them. If I had been in your place, I would have done the same thing.” “Yeah,” mom rolls her eyes, “you don’t have a useful quirk when it comes to being a hero. Your quirk doesn’t hurt people. My daughters will be real heroes.” I bite my lip and look at the ground.

Aizawa places a hand on my shoulder and pushes me to the couch. “Ignore her, Aria. You have a damn good quirk.” I sit with him and smile softly. “Don’t worry. I’m used to her saying it.” “But you are a hero. You’ve made it. Don’t let her take that from you.” He grabs our lunch and places mine in front of me. He doesn’t have to tell me to eat, his stern look says it for him. Before he grabs his, he takes a second to throw his hair into a low ponytail. It’s nice seeing his face for once, honestly.

As we eat, he grabs one of the papers I graded and starts reading it. “Oh, come on, Kaminari. English isn’t that hard.” I shrug and swallow the sushi in my mouth. “I know. Poor thing spelled ‘disturbed’ with a ‘z’.” “I didn’t even catch that one. I just saw how he managed to misspell his first name.” Oh hell, how did I not catch that? Aizawa places the paper down and sighs. “I worry about that kid, but I hope Rose is able to teach him something.”

“What do you think about lilith and Tenya?” He shrugs and pretty much swallows a piece of his sushi roll without chewing. “I mean, she’s less prone to calling me homeless since the two of them started talking. Iida calms down around her. They’re good together, but I worry about how hard workers they both are.” “Why does that worry you?” “Well,” he sighs in thought, “it’s good, don’t get me wrong, but if they both become overworked.. they might not know how to tell the other to take a break. You see where I’m getting?” I nod. Lilith and Rose are both that way. I hate to say they act like me, but they really do.

When I was in high school, you never saw me without a textbook or my notes. I studied constantly. If I wasn’t studying, i was training. Sometimes Midnight would help, and other times I would practice on a dummy. It’s one reason I encourage the girls to go hang out with their friends. I want them to be as stress free as possible while staying on top of their work.

I don’t know what makes me speak again, but I do. “Hey, Aizawa.” “Yes?” “I.. really enjoy spending time with you. Outside of the class, I mean.” He looks at me with wide eyes. Is he surprised. “Really?” “Yeah? Is there a problem with that?” He shakes his head, obviously still confused. “Not a problem. I tend to scare people away, though.” I giggle and move our trash to the table. “Go ahead, try scaring me away. I bet you can’t.” He gives me a small smile before shoving me a bit. “I don’t want to scare you away. I enjoy your friendship. Now shut up and help me grade these.”

Both of us go quiet once we start grading these papers. Of course, he’s faster at it than I am, so he ends up grading from both of our stacks. I swear, he finishes his stack and a third of mine. Once he reaches over for my last paper, I grab his wrist.

“Aizawa, I will draw a penis on your hand.” “What are you, twelve? Let me grade the damn-” When I hold the pen towards his hand, he grabs my wrist and pins it to the couch. “No ma’am.” “Yes sir.” He rolls his eyes, but starts laughing softly. God, his laugh is nice. It’s contagious, too. Once he lets me go, he snatches the paper despite my pouting. “Pouty faces don’t work on me, Aria.” “Shut up. Do you want some juice?” When he nods a bit, I jump up and walk to the kitchen.

The most embarrassing thing is having to jump to reach the top cabinets. Still, I manage to grab two cups without needing a chair. When i open the fridge, I grab our bottle of grape juice and pour it into both cups.

However, I don’t realize that Aizawa is behind me until he reaches to grab one of the cups. My dumb instincts cause me to squeak and.. fling a cup full of grape juice on his shirt. He stands there, dumbfounded.

“I-I am so so sorry!” “No, it was an accident. I’m sorry for sneaking up like that.” I quickly grab a dishcloth form a drawer and start patting it on his shirt. He seems to blush a bit, but I ignore it. “Seriously, Aria, it’s-” “What size shirt do you wear? I have some men’s clothes you should be able to fit.” He rolls his eyes. “A large.” I nod and place the rag in his hand while I rush to my room.

This time, I hear him following me. As I’m searching through a drawer, he sighs. “It really isn’t a big deal, Aria.” “I feel terrible. Just let me wash that for you.” I hold a white shirt out to him, which he takes reluctantly. “Fine. Quit worrying, though.” I reach my hands out and take the bundle of scarves from around his neck. He tenses a bit, but doesn’t stop me. Once I place them on my bed and look back at him, I’m frozen. Holy. Shit.

He throws the sweatshirt he had on to the ground without looking at me. I know staring is rude, but I can’t help it. In his hero costume, he really looks like a twig, but damn he’s a muscled twig. He finally notices my stares and lets out a sigh. “You looking at the scars?” Oh. There are scars aren’t there? Still, I nod absent mindedly, not wanting to admit that I was just staring at how hot he is. That would be awkward at work, wouldn’t it?

“You know,” He stops putting the other shirt on and looks in my eyes, “you can just tell me the truth.” My face heats up and I finally turn away from him. “S-Shut up and get dressed!” He chuckles softly. Asshole.

“I’m clothed. You can look now.” I turn and roll my eyes at his smirk. “You’re awfully playful today, Aizawa.” When I pick up his sweatshirt, he chuckles. “I’m having a good day. I enjoy your company.” I was going to open my door, but something makes me get a bit brave. I shut it again and glance over my shoulder at him. He tilts his head. “Well,” I bite my lip slightly, “you could always.. enjoy it more often..” His eyes widen, but I see a smirk on his face.

“Interesting. That’s something I should consider.” When he winks at me, I lose my brave side. Damn, he’s too good. I go to open the door again, but he stops it with one hand. “Hold on now. You can’t tease me like that and suddenly get flustered.” “I-I teased you?” He chuckles lightly and turns me so my back is against the door. “Umm, yeah, you did.” He places one of his arms over my head so he can lean his forehead against it. His smile is soft, and it makes my stomach erupt in butterflies.

“Hey,” his voice is soft, “you’re.. you’re really cute. I just.. want you to know that.” His other hand comes up and rests on my cheek. Is this real? Am I dreaming about this? I really hope not. His calloused thumb runs gently over my cheekbone, and I lean into his touch.

I never heard the front door open. “Sis? Are you home?” Aizawa chuckles lightly and backs away from me. “Come on. Lets convince them we weren’t banging in here or something.” Right. Because I totally can speak right now. I nod and walk out of my room with his sweatshirt in my hand.

Rose smiles brightly at me, but it fades when she sees Aizawa behind me. “M-Mr. Aizawa? Why are you here?” Lilith pops from around the corner and looks at me confused. He holds his hands up and chuckles. “Chill. I came to help grade and bring her lunch.” Lilith points to the shirt he’s wearing. “Isn’t that yours, Aria?” Busted. “I spilled grape juice on him, so I need to wash his shirt.” “I can just take it home, Aria.”

“She won’t let you, sir. I would let her take care of it.” Lilith and Rose both laugh. Aizawa sighs before smiling at me. “Fine, but just bring it to school tomorrow.” I nod and suddenly remember his scarves on my bed. I turn to quickly grab them. “Here.. you shouldn’t forget these.” He smiles and places them back around his neck.

“I should probably head out. I’ll take the papers so I can put them in the computer.” I nod and grab the stack for him. “Hey, Mr. Aizawa.” He tilts his head and glances at Lilith. She smiles a bit and lets out a chuckle. “You should totally come over more often.” “Yeah,” Rose nods, “it’s nice seeing Aria hang out with someone other than us.”

He’s genuinely shocked from what they said. I am too, but it isn’t a lie that the girls are my only real friends. I look down and try my best to ignore the rising heat in my cheeks. It isn’t easy though when I can feel his eyes staring into my soul.

“I.. I would love to, girls. Now, I really have to go. I’ll be here to pick you three up tomorrow. Behave for your sister.” The twins roll their eyes, but each wave goodbye to Aizawa. When I look up, he’s still staring at me. His smile is soft. “I’ll see you at work, Aria.” I open my mouth to say something, but Lilith interrupts me. “Oh come on, just hug at least. Lame asses.”

“L-Lilith! I swear-” I cut my sentence off when Aizawa chuckles. What’s so funny? When I look at him, his cheeks are dusted a faint pink. Was he.. wanting to give me a hug?

“Aizawa?” “Come here, goofball.” I smile and walk into his strong embrace. He smells strongly of coffee and laundry detergent. That sounds odd, but it’s comforting. I feel.. at home like this. I know that I’m technically at my house, but.. something about being around him makes sense. It just does.

“Hey, Aria.” “Y-yeah?” “The twins smiles at each other and walked away.” Of course they did. I immediately hop away from him, my face pretty much on fire. “I-ignore them. They like to mess with m-me.” He chuckles and gives a small shrug.

“I don’t have siblings, so I wouldn’t know. However, it is pretty funny to get you all flustered.” I slap him on his chest, which only causes him to grin. “I will wipe that smirk off your face, Aizawa.” “Do it, kid.” I huff, which makes him snort and turn away from me.

I follow him outside where his car is parked. “I’m not that much younger than you, Aizawa.” “Eight years is a bit of a gap, kid.” “Quit calling-” “Nope.” God, is he usually childish? Don’t get me wrong, I like this side of him. It’s just weird having him so playful.

“Hey, I really do need to go.” “Got a girl to see?” He smiles softly and rolls his eyes. “I already saw you today, Aria. You’re the only person I bother seeing.” Okay, that makes me blush. I didn’t expect that kind of answer. When he takes his hair from the ponytail, he seems to notice my frown.

“What’s wrong?” “Oh,” I chuckle, “I just enjoy seeing your face.” “Gross.” “No, really. You’re.. you’re a good looking guy.” He chuckles and pulls me into another hug. “Aww. You’re too kind. I’ll see you in the morning.”

I’m not prepared for him to lean down to place a kiss on my cheek. He doesn’t look at my face after. He just rushes to get in his car.

I watch him drive away, my heart pounding loudly. It takes a bunch of effort to turn and walk inside. Of course, Lilith and Rose are waiting for me.

“Sis,” Lilith chuckles, “I think you have a crush.” “On our teacher, nonetheless. Good. Maybe we can get out of detentions if they bang.” I ignore Rose’s comment, still fuzzy from the kiss. I touch my cheek and smile to myself. Lilith snaps in my face to get my attention. “Do you?”

When I giggle, she lets out a sigh. “A thirty year old grouchy teacher? Wow, you need taste.” I shrug and pick his sweatshirt up from the couch. It smells mostly like grape juice now, but there’s still him on it. “You two..” The twins look at me with worried looks.

“How.. how do you two feel around Denki and Tenya? What.. how do you know?” Rose is the first to answer. “He.. he’s more than a best friend. He understands that, well, I don’t come from the best place.” Lilith nods and chimes in. “He makes time, despite the hero course being so hard.” I look at their faces, and both of them are smiling like idiots.

“Do they.. feel like home?” “No. They are home.” I smile at their answer and squeeze the sweatshirt tighter to my chest. Yeah, he is my home. I don’t know why, or how, but that man is my home.

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