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gojo-mochi · 7 months ago

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Softyyy~ is your req still open? 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 ueueue you know how I adore your writing badly I can’t pass this opportunity 😖 ueue if it’s still open can I please req sabo being absolute feral, needy and nasty? wkwjskwswks the rest is up to you xD

thank youuuu🫶🏻

HIIIIIII OMG IM SO SORR FOR THE WAITTTTTTT I HOPE IT GOOD AND THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ENJOYINH MY WRITING SJKDF AHH I BLUSEHD WHEN I SAW UR ASK DSKF DFDF

˖◛⁺⑅♡ Female Reader! Canon world! Established Relationship!

˖◛⁺⑅♡ Warnings: Mentions of wounds and blood, nightmares, lack of appetite, depression symptoms, etc.

˖◛⁺⑅♡ Sexual Content: Creampie, unprotected sex, lots of biting, overstimulations, close pussyeating, cum eating, spit.

˖◛⁺⑅♡ Word Count: 7k +

105 days, 7 hours, 52 minutes, 13 seconds, and counting. Sabo had been gone from you for that long. Usually, he was accustomed to leaving on extended, secret missions, far from his friends and, in fact, everyone he knew. However, since you and him began dating, Sabo has been unable to tolerate being apart from you, crying on the inside like an anxious puppy when his owner is out of sight.

A nervous puppy with the abilities of a professional killer, but to you he was still a puppy.

The mission he was sent on was extremely important, and one he could not fail. Failure would result in months or even years of setbacks in the army's advancement. Even so, it was not any easier to leave you, he kept you in his arms for as long as he could. Holding you close to his chest, your heartbeats synchronizing themselves with each other.

You were the first to begin to distance yourself from his warmth by leaning away, which only caused Sabo to draw you closer. He inhales deeply as he tries to recall every single thing about you before he had to depart. Tears sting at the corner of your eye, but you suppress them. Instead of leaving Sabo with tears in your eyes, you wanted him to remember that you were smiling. So, he would know that you’ll be just fine without him for a while.

Hearing a sniffle, Sabo slowly pulls back, bringing his hands up to your face and holding them tenderly. Wiping away the single tear that escaped from your glossy eyes.

“Promise me you won’t do anything too stupid.” You breathe out quietly, looking up at your lover’s face for the last time in a while.

“I promise, my dear. I promise you that nothing in this world will keep me from coming back to you.”

He pulls you in for a long kiss, your lips finding their place onto his right away. You two stayed there for a long while, not parting a bit even for air. As you concentrate solely on Sabo, the sounds around you gradually fade away because you wanted to absorb much of this moment as possible

*bwAAAAAAAHHHP!*

The ferry horn blaring in the air startled you both out of the kiss, a thin trail of saliva formed a bridge between your bottom lips and his. Sabo was the first one to laugh, a cheery and airy laugh that washed away any last lingering anxiety held in your chest.

“Looks like the crew is mad at me for being late, oh well, it was worth it.” He winks at you.

He takes hold of your face, gives you a final peck on the cheek, and leaves, knowing that if he lingered a moment longer, he would notice your dejected expression and would instantly falter. You wiped away any more tears that were starting to form and yelled at Sabo as he boarded the ship, waving your arms in the air.

Screaming your farewells, sending your best wishes, and letting your heart run wild. You didn’t stop until you saw the ship leave over the horizon, your arms and throat sore from all the waving and shouting you did. It was all worth it though, you needed to let everything go this moment because you know the next few days, weeks, or even months will be miserable without him.

And it was…

Every day that went by without a letter or any kind of news from his crew was agony to your very soul. The rest of the Revolutionary Army tried their best to cheer you up or soothe your worries, saying that Sabo was one of their best agents and he always came back from a mission.

You knew that, but sometimes he doesn’t come back unscathed, sometimes the mission takes a heavy toll on him, whether that be mentally or physically.

Late at night, when he is at his most vulnerable, you can see the scars on his body and behind his eyes. The night terrors that would cause him to scream and claw at his own skin, the tears that he kept hidden from the public, shedding themselves in front of you.

All the scars, stitches, and bruises that you took care of and looked after when Sabo said it wasn’t that big of a deal to everyone else. You knew Sabo trusted you enough to let his guard down with you, and you never wanted to betray that trust. You witnessed all of those moments and held them near and dear to your heart.

So, whenever someone approached you and commented on Sabo’s toughness and resilience, saying how he’d be back in no time, you simply nodded along and smiled. Holding your hands to your chest tightly to fight down the anxious thoughts as you wish for his safety night after night.

Once the second month passed, the anxiety started wearing down your body. Heavy bags under your eyes, a sickly complexion, your clothes being a little bigger on you than normal. Your smile now did little to sway the frowns on other people’s faces when they came up to check on you. You still had hope in your voice that he would come back to you safe, but everyone could see that hope was dying slowly as the days passed by.

Then, finally, a letter came. It was brief and had to be burned immediately after, but it contained news. Both good and bad news for how the mission was going, but at least you knew that Sabo was still alive, and that brought a smile back on your face. Though your heart did sink at the fact that the mission would take even longer than expected now, you did your best not to let this get to you.

Busying yourself with helping around the base, picking up new hobbies every week, anything to distract your mind from Sabo and his wellbeing. And soon another month had passed with not another letter being passed to you. For the past few weeks, your bed has been piled on high with Sabo’s clothing on top, you just needed to be near him in some way. Bundling up to his sweaters and holding his coats to your chest helped you sleep a little easier. The scent was wearing off with each night that passes, but you needed this or you felt like you were going to go crazy.

“Y/N really, you can stay at my place tonight.”

Koala tugs at your arm, a gentle smile on her face.

“We could stay up all night if you want too! I have lots of card games up my sleeve that I can teach you! Oh! I can even try to teach you some fishman karate too!”

Koala starts to bounce up and down, listing off all the fun activities you two could do together.

You lightly shake your head and try to return her smile back, but she could tell it was forced.

“Thank you, but I’m really okay alone. I’ll come see you for breakfast in the morning though, I promise.”

Koala lets go of your arm, with a frown forming on her face, but she didn’t push you anymore.

“Fine… but you better come in the morning! In fact, I’ll come over to your room and drag you out myself if I have to!”

Koala gives you a bone-crushing hug that squeezes the air out of your lungs.

After a few harrowing seconds, you can breathe normally again. You said your goodbyes to Koala and promised her again that you'd be fine for the night.

You start your trek back to your shared room with Sabo, stopping in front of the door with your hand on the handle. As some part of you prayed that somehow Sabo would magically appear behind the door if you believed hard enough.

The door creaks open to a dark room, the clothes pile on the bed seems even lonelier tonight, you sigh and shuffle your way in. Throwing your shoes to the side and just gathering enough energy to shimmer out of your top and pants. You crawl up on the bed dressed down to your undies, grabbing a random shirt from the pile and shoving your face in the soft fabric, inhaling as much of Sabo’s lingering scent left on there as you can.

With no more tears left to shed lately, you hugged the shirt tighter and willed your body and mind to go to sleep.

A few hours go by before you fall asleep completely, still holding a shirt in your hand as your body huddles next to the heap of old clothing. You barely stir when you hear the door creak open. You turn over on your back as you hear more sounds—shoes scuffing on the floor, rustling, and then a voice that seems so distant.

A hand presses against your cheek, then the voice comes closer to you. With your mind still exhausted, it takes a while to realize that something was happening. You mumble something, and the voice laughs at you. You frown at being laughed at.

Your hands go to swat at the voice, still thinking it was just a part of your dreams, only to hit something surprisingly warm and sturdy. Your fingers start to trace whatever you just hit, pinching and pulling at it.

The voice snorts at you, gently taking your hand away and holding it in theirs. Your eyes start to fly awake at this moment; a figure comes closer to your vision as you do.

The figure stops just a few inches short of your face. You lift your head up to try to get a better look as your vision begins to clean up. What was blurry forms of dark blue and yellow soon turned into a real-life Sabo right in front of your eyes.

Sabo smiles at you, going to pinch at your cheek as he says, “Hey there, beautiful, miss me?”

You gawk at him, your eyes goes wide. “Sabo..? Sabo? SABO!”

You immediately leap from the bed into his waiting arms, with the heaps of clothing following in right behind you. But you didn’t care at that point, Sabo was back, and that was all you cared about right now.

“Sabo! Oh my- Sabo I thought you-! I mean- I really didn’t think you be dead but sometimes I- I just worried so much and-”

Your hurried words quickly transformed into sobbing blubbers, and Sabo listened to it all and comforted you.

“I know, I know.. I’m so sorry for being so late. The mission just got out of hand, and no…….. No, not tonight, I don’t want to talk about the mission tonight. Tonight is all going to be just about you, my darling.”

Sabo holds your face in his hands, wiping away all your tears as he starts to pepper you with kisses. Sabo kisses you from the forehead down to your lips and nose, then down to your neck, where he also gives you a few bites. His teeth grazing down on your soft skin, with just enough pressure for it to leave a mark.

Your body reacts to the attention quickly, as low whimpers form on your lips. “Sa-Sabo, wait-you just got back and-”

Sabo nips at your collarbone, eliciting another moan from you. He pulls back just enough so he could look in the eyes.

"Darling, please, I can’t wait any longer. Every waking moment I was on that mission, I was plagued by thoughts of you. I came here as fast as I could just to get to you, I didn’t care about anything else.”

You didn’t realize it before, but now that you got a better look at Sabo, you could see just how haggard he looked, his clothes had dark stains and were torn in some places. His body was covered in scars and bruises, both recent and old.

“Sabo! Did you not go see the doctor before you came here!? Oh my god, I think you’re still bleeding some places too, we need to go see them right now.”

You make a move to get up, but Sabo quickly pulls you back down and pins you to the bed. Even in his weakened state, he was still overpowering you. His trembling hands press down on your exposed shoulders. You look up at him, much too worried about his condition more than anything else.

“Sabo, you’re hurt… we need to get you to the doctor.”

Your voice was gentle but firm, and as much as you missed his touch, you cared more about his health than anything else. At least that's what you kept telling yourself, in truth, you felt that your own self-control was slipping quite rapidly.

Sabo leans down to rest his head on the crook of your neck, taking a deep inhale of your scent. You feel his hot breath ghost over your neck, sending shivers down to your core.

"Darling, please, you don’t understand. I need you. I crave you.”

"I miss your scent, your body, your voice, your taste, and everything else about you," he muttered, his voice dropping an octave. His tongue slides up your neck, and his finger slides under your bra strap as he begins to pull it down. Pressing his tongue right over your pulse point, you whimper at his advances, feeling your guard lower with each passing second. You needed this too. How many times did you wake up with wet panties from a dream about Sabo's touch?

Fuck it, Sabo survived worse-looking wounds before.

You gave in, pulling Sabo in for a long overdue kiss. Your lips crash into each other with vigor, with teeth clashing and nose bumping pain, but you both didn’t care about that. Sabo’s tongue slipped into your mouth first, wet and sloppy with no sense of the control he usually has. Sabo moaned at finally tasting you again, drool dribbling down both your chins from how messy this kiss is.

His hands fiddled with your bra for a bit, practically ripping it to get it off of you. His hands then roamed down to the hem of your panties, shimmying them down as far as he could while he was still stuck to you.

With you being almost fully naked now, Sabo wasted no time feeling up every inch of your body, his hands squeezing and pinching on your soft belly, rubbing up and down like he was mapping out your body in his mind. You squealed into his mouth when he squeezed you, feeling a little bashful about your body now.

You turn your head to break away from the kiss for a moment, trying to say something, but Sabo didn’t let you escape his grasp for too long. Quickly maneuvering himself between your legs as he literally tears the panties off of you with his bare hands.

They were such a cute pair too…

He pins you down by the shoulders again as he takes over your mouth, snaking his tongue in as far down your throat as he can. He grunts as he pins both of your hands above your head and cuffs them with just one of his.

You struggle and move from beneath Sabo, but his grip renders your arms useless. Even your legs are useless as you flail them around. Any more attempts would only further wear you down, you could only give in at this point. Letting Sabo take total control of you right now, allowing your mind to become clouded by desire as you feel every movement of his tongue.

Sabo gives you some mercy, after a while, breaking the kiss and letting you have air again. You take in a few gulps of air and look at your lover, whose chin was absolutely covered in slobber now. His eyes aflame with desire, looking right back at you, held no shame for how he was acting.

Sabo continued his assault on your neck, licking and nibbling at every square inch of your skin while keeping you pinned. Covering you in love bites that would be a pain to cover up in the morning later.

“Sa-Sabo, slow down a bit, nggh-please?”

You did want him badly, so fucking badly, but Sabo was acting a little bit differently than he usually is tonight. Your worries start to creep their way in through the fog inside your brain.

You feel Sabo shake his head against your neck, his free hand dragging down your side, fingers pushing against the softness of your body. All the way down to the side of your hips, his thumb circling right above your cunt.

“Can’t slow down, need ya’ too badly.” Sabo whispered out. His nose presses against the curve of your neck as he pushes his thumb down onto your clit. You shudder out a moan at the feeling, eyes fluttering down as Sabo works his magic on your cunt.

“Just enjoy it, my love. And, let me enjoy you…”

His thumb swirls and flicks at your precious little nub, getting it to be nice and hard. His other fingers swipe at your folds, coating them in your slick. Barely pushing the tips of his fingers in your opening, just teasing you with each stroke of his hand.

“You’re tighter than normal, didn’t touch yourself when I was gone?” Sabo asked in a slightly strained voice. After that, he tilts his head downward and bites your collarbone too forcefully, causing a bit of blood to seep from the wound.

You mewled out in pain at the increasing amount of bite marks Sabo was giving you. Sabo's face falters at this, and making an apologetic noise from the back of his throat. He soothes your pain by licking at the wounds, his hot tongue lapping up the crimson liquid quite greedily. You crane your head backward, allowing Sabo to lick at every other wound he gave so far, his thumb slowly increasing pressure on your now swollen clit.

A brief thought then passes through Sabo’s mind: ‘What if you got with another man while he was gone?’

“Answer me, darling. Did you or did you not play with yourself when I was gone?”

Sabo trusted you with his life and all his secrets, but his insecurities did get the best of him sometimes, rearing their ugly head in the worst moments.

You were too focused on trying not to cum too fast from his fingers that you didn’t really hear his question. Biting your lip to try to keep yourself in check. Your silence only made Sabo more anxious, he upped his tactics. Moving down and latching his lips onto your nipple and sucking harshly. Your body arched off the bed, colliding with Sabo’s, who was gently using his teeth on your now hardened bud.

He pushed his fingers about an inch inside your cunt, only two for now, he wanted you to work for more. Moans and whimpers came from you, soft pleas for him to stop teasing you and fuck you already, it’s been too long.

Sabo shakes his head, unlatching from your breast and curling his fingers deeper inside your cunt.

“Not until you answer, darling~, did anyone touch what’s mine while I was gone, hmm?”

“Huh-ngghh! Sabo-please!”

Before you even had the chance to think about your answer, Sabo starts plunging his fingers in and out of your wetness at a skillful pace, letting go of your wrists as well so he could cup your face to make you look at him.

“Answer. Me. Love.”

Your eyes try to focus on Sabo and answer his question, but the heat pooling up inside your belly was getting too much to handle. You were only focused on how Sabo's fingers were long, how rough he was going, how his fingers hit all the right places inside you, and how much you wanted him to fuck you right away.

"N-no, mmph-ngh-I-fuck."

You mumble out an answer as best you could, your breath shaky and unstable, as your whole body began to tense up for the oncoming orgasm.

Sabo’s lips twitch upward at your answer, “No? So, no one touched this pretty, pretty pussy while I was gone. Are you certain? He cooed in a mocking tone.

He squeezed your face a bit as drool dribbled out of your mouth and onto his fingers. Your eyes were closed, and you moaned pathetically, just wanting to focus on feeling good, but Sabo didn’t let you. You opted to just shake your head to answer him and just let go of your body’s control and let the orgasm wash over you.

“Ah-hah-mghmm-fuck! Sabo!”

You cum all over Sabo’s fingers, soaking the bedsheet beneath you. Your mouth falling open as you feel your body instantly relaxing and falling limp under Sabo. In the aftermath, your head falls back onto the pillow and your legs twitch slightly. Everything about you feels heavy now, your mind is already spent after one orgasm.

Too bad Sabo wasn’t going to let you off that easily.

Sabo lets go of your hands, leaning back on his knees as he starts to take off his clothes. Through your blurry vision, you could somewhat make out Sabo towering over you in this position, your cunt throbs at the thought of what is to come.

“Fuckin hell- this is taking too long.” After undoing the first few buttons on his shirt, Sabo got annoyed at how slow this was taking.

Then, in Sabo's hand, a tiny fire appeared. It quickly leaped onto his chest and spread thinly down his body. Burning the troublesome buttons right off, along with some of his pants. Sabo quickly rips off the remaining burned garments.

In one fluid motion, Sabo grabs your legs, pushing them apart and huddling himself right between them. His newly freed cock, hard and dripping, was now pressed against your thigh. Smearing the precum on your soft skin as he climbs over your body to fully face you. His hair falling down to his eyes, his usually kempt appearance now switched to one of a wild animal.

He grabbed his cock and started rubbing the tip of it right on top of your clit, tapping against the sensitive swollen bud a few times to see your reaction. Then he pushes forward, sliding his cock in between your folds but not entering just yet.

Getting your juices mixed in with his precum as he keeps on sliding back and forth, using your own slick as makeshift lube to cover up his cock. Sighing heavily at the feeling, Sabo fought his self-control to just plunge himself deep inside you, he still felt like he needed to get you more wet before he could enter.

Rocking his hips back and forth on top of you, Sabo let his cock rub up all against your wet cunt, barely teasing it inside on some swings. The thick tip of his cock brushing up against your clit, making you feel his pulsing veins as he drags it back down. Sabo enjoyed seeing how your pussy fluttered against his cock when he was teasing you like this.

You were getting more impatient with each passing, you needed him to fill you up, to remind you who you belonged to.

“Sabo! Please, please, just fuck me already. I need you bad! Please!”

You whimper and mewl out his name and try to wiggle your hips in an attempt to get his cock inside you faster. Sabo’s last remaining shred of self-control broke in that moment. Watching and listening to you beg for his cock just made everything in him snap. He spits down right on top of your cunt and his cock, rubbing the savlia in with his hands as he used two fingers to spread open you open.

Easing the tip of his cock in the opening little by little, really feeling much, he was stretching you out. He leans over more so his cock could get in just the right position to pound you fully.

“Fuck… darling, you’re so good to me. So, so good to me.” Sabo grunts out as his cock was halfway deep inside of your cunt. Already feeling pussydrunk from how tight and warm your pussy was making his cock feel. He captures your lips with his once again, greedily stealing all of your gasps and whimpers as his cock fully sinks inside you. His hands grab you by the hips as he begins to slowly fuck you, the pace steadily increasing speed with each thrust. You feel Sabo moan in your mouth, his tongue going slack as he starts to focus more on pounding your cunt.

You definitely felt the weight and the girth of Sabo’s cock in this moment. The stretch was a bit painful at the start, and the pace he was going at made you see stars. His cock was filling you up like never before. You felt like a virgin from how your pussy felt around him. Your hands clamber up to his shoulders, and your nails dig into his back as you try to steady yourself from how rough Sabo was going. The bed underneath you two shook heavily, and some articles of clothing fell from the pile as Sabo kept on ramming you.

Sabo was gone at this point, the only thought in his head was breeding you, fucking you, and keeping his cock inside you at all times. Even in the small window where he had to pull his cock back, Sabo hated the feeling of not being squeezed by your cunt.

“Fuck, fuck, yes, yes, yes! Mine, mine, mine, you’re mine, this pussy is mine. All mine, mine, mine!”

Sabo rambles on and on, repeating the word “Mine” a lot, his hips repeatedly slamming into yours, his hands roaming all over your body. Sabo’s hand felt like lava on your skin, in fact, Sabo’s whole body was heating up immensely. The entire room felt like a sauna at the moment, with steam rising to the ceiling.

You felt the pleasure really start to increase inside you, your nails dug in deeper on Sabo’s back, clawing all the way down as you lost your mind.

“Sabo, nghh, hahhh-ah! Mm-more! Yes!”

Your vision goes white as you reach climax, your legs go to hook around Sabo’s back, bringing him impossibly closer to you. Sabo groans as your cunt spasms around his cock, trying to milk every single drop out of him. He came soon after you did, spilling his hot seed inside of you.

Everything was hot, too hot, you felt like you could melt into a puddle on the spot if it got any hotter. You felt sweat everywhere on your body, and you could feel it dripping off of Sabo as well, little beadlets of sweat dropping down on your chest as Sabo hovers above you. His breathing slow and heavy, his eyes meet with yours, and you muster up a tired smile in response.

He smiles back, pulling forward to give you a chaste kiss on the lips before saying.

“We’re not finished yet, you know that, right, my love?”

A mixture of fear, excitement, and anticipation coiled through you, you didn’t know if you could handle another fucking like that, but your body was saying otherwise. Your pussy clenched at the thought, and Sabo felt that, with his cock still buried inside of you.

“I knew you were ready for another round.” He said cheekily.

You try to lean up on your elbows, only to find yourself lacking the energy to do even that. Falling right back down on the pillow, you look up at Sabo, biting your lips in contemplation.

“Could you at least go slower this time? Please?” Your voice a little hoarse and meek.

Sabo pats down your sweat-soaked hair and smiles brightly at you. “Don’t need to ask twice, baby. I’ll go extra slow for you, just relax and lay back. I’ll do all the work.” He coos at you gently, going in and burying his face in the nook of your neck.

Taking in a deep inhale of your scent and licking up some of the sweat that pooled up on your skin. Sabo moans deeply at your taste, making you blush from embarrassment. Sabo placed his palms down on the bed and heaved himself up on them. So, he could look down at your expression as he started to slowly roll his hips forward once more.

Dragging his cock deeper inside your sore cunt, your eyelashes fluttering down at the feeling. The stretch wasn't there anymore, but you could feel bruises forming from the earlier slamming.

Sabo’s eyes didn’t leave your face as he continued on, enjoying all the cute expressions you were making. This was making you feel a bit self-conscious, and you turned your head away and tried to muffle any noises.

Sabo had none of that and gently grabbed your chin and pulled you back to face him.

“Look at me.”

Your lips quiver, and you still keep your eyes closed. You hear Sabo sigh softly, his hips picking up the pace, making you moan a little, your body trying its best to match him.

Sabo’s other hand creeps up the side of your thigh, gently massaging it. His fingers warm and calloused, you could feel all the little scars he had on there as his hands glided up and down on your skin.

“Pretty girl. Shy girl, so shy. You missed me, but now you can’t even look at me huh?” Sabo teased.

Your ears burn more at this, but you still refused to look at him.

“That’s alright, you can just focus on the fully feeling me then.”

Sabo purrs the last line as his hand moves up to the side of your hips, his fingers fanning out to gently rub on your clit. The light pressure on there was still enough to make your body jump from the feeling. Sabo used his pointer finger to rub small, lazy circles on your sensitive nub as his cock sinks in deeper.

Sabo leans down back to your neck, his tongue lapping over all the bite marks he left there before. Trailing down to your collarbone and then over your breasts, where his breath ghosts over your nipples. His tongue snaking out to lap over your perky bud, circling around it a few times with the tip of the wet muscle.

You mewl out in pleasure, feeling so full and so stimulated by everything that Sabo was doing to you currently. His cock sitting heavily inside you, his finger still rubbing on your clit, and now his tongue flicking against your nipple. All the pleasure was rapidly building up inside of you once more, but you still needed that push to let it all out.

Your hand goes to the back of Sabo’s head, fingers in his hair, as you try to push him down further on your chest. Hoping that he gets the hint. And of course he does, his tongue is soon replaced by a pair of warm lips. As Sabo latches on to your bud and starts softly sucking on your breast. His body finally moving again, as he starts to slowly fuck you, his length felt bigger than before.

Hitting deeper with each hit, Sabo didn’t go as fast as before, but this pace was more than enough to make you squirm. His fingers did not relent on your poor clit, as Sabo switched over to his thumb, flicking his appendage back and forth in rapid succession.

This was getting too much for you, you began to shimmy your way back on the bed, away from the overstimulating feeling, away from Sabo. Sabo notices this and bites down on your nipple, making you yelp in surprise. His hands grab you by the hips and pull you back, practically slamming you down on his length.

“Don’t move.” Sabo growled. His mouth still latched on to your poor abused bud, he lets you feel his teeth go over your nipple once more as a warning as his pace gets rougher.

The sounds of skin slapping against each other and your weak and pitiful cries filled the room, Sabo soon added his own noises as he slurped messily on your chest. Switching from side to side, making sure that each one got their own set of attention from him.

“Sa-Sabo! G’onn- Gonna!”

Too fast. Too hard. Too much. Everything was too much for you, you were going to lose it, and Sabo was close behind you.

“Yes! Yes, yes, yes, oh god-fuck, cum, cum, cum for me, love.”

Sabo moans unabashedly, lifting up your hips and hitting in a new angle that pushed you over the breaking point for the second time tonight.

Your hands claw up into Sabo’s side as your vision goes white and you release all over Sabo. This time you squirted all over yourself and Sabo, covering the bedsheets underneath you even more with your wetness. However, you were too exhausted to give a damn at this point.

Sabo was in heaven at this point, feeling your wetness gush all over him was like jumping into the fountain of youth. His grip on your hips didn’t falter one bit, in fact, it only got stronger. His fingers dug into the plushness of your skin and pulled your drained body right up to his, as his thrusts became shaky. Sabo just needed to feel more of you, screw with precision, or trying to find the best spots to hit, he just wanted his cock to as deep inside you as humanly possible. And if there was a way beyond that point, Sabo would find it or die trying.

“Fuck-mm-haahh, love! Oh my-ngh, gonna fill you up again-so badly.You’re mine-mm, all mine, mine, mine forever.”

Sabo’s eyes started to cross from the bliss he was feeling right now, your pussy was still so tight around him, and you were so warm. Each thrust he could see and hear, both his cum and your own slick come out of your cunt. It was a sight he wanted to engrave into his mind, even if he had to forget everything else to have it there.

“Mmm-hnngh, hahhh, Oh lo-love.”

Sabo’s eyes travel up to your face, watching you with your fucked-out look. The way your tits bounce, your mouth hanging open, your eyes barely open, but he could still see how absolutely beautiful you looked in his eyes. One of Sabo’s hands leaves your hip as he grasps the top of the headboard behind you, getting leverage as he relentlessly fucks you for the last ounce of power he still has in his body.

His grip on the headboard was so strong it started breaking the wood there. Sabo was reduced to a beast in this moment, with just the primal need to breed. He feels his heart beating rapidly in his chest, the heat moving all throughout his body, his balls tightening once more, ready to release all his love inside you.

With a final move of his hip, Sabo buries his cock as deep as it could go and came. His seed spurting out all at once, accidentally ripping a piece of the headboard as he finishes. He lets go of your hip, letting your body drop back down to the bed, your legs trembling and sore from all the abuse that it went through tonight.

Your stomach felt like it was a furnace now, as Sabo’s cum was still being pumped inside. You felt so full from all of it. It felt like forever until Sabo finally pulled his cock for good tonight, his length twitching a little and covered in a mixture of your and his love.

Sabo threw away the broken piece of headboard somewhere on the ground and made a move to get off the bed. You watch him wearily as he pushes some clothes aside and moves you closer to the middle of the bed, tucking your head underneath a fluffed pillow and grabbing a blanket to cover you with.

There was your sweet, gentlemanly Sabo. You close your eyes and get ready to get a good night of sleep with Sabo by your side.

As Sabo gets back on, you feel the bed dip, and then the blanket moves, but something was not right. Sabo wasn’t getting in to sleep beside you, he was getting under the blanket for some reason. You focus your gaze on the blob moving underneath the blanket, trying to gauge what the hell Sabo was doing under there.

‘Did he drop something? Or did the sex wear him out so badly that he forgot how to sleep in a proper bed?’

Your mouth moves open to speak, but instead a small yelp comes out instead, as you feel something wet move across your thigh.

“Sabo!”

You lift the blanket up to see what was happening and see Sabo in between your legs, his tongue still out in the middle of a blep.

Sabo smiles at you cheekily, rubbing his cheek on the thigh he just licked, “Sorry for scaring you, love. Don’t mind me, I’m just helping clean you up.” He gives your thigh a wet kiss.

“Saboooo, I’m tired and too sensitive.” You whined, you knew that any more stimulation on your clit would be too painful right now.

“I promise, I’m just gonna to clean you up and not do anything else, dear.” Sabo flutters his eyelashes at you, trying his best to make puppy dog eyes as well. Your guard did lower a bit at the sight.

“Fine…”

You were too tired to argue any further anyway, you put the blanket back down and closed your eyes. Finding the best position to sleep in with Sabo between your legs, you mumble out a goodnight to Sabo.

“Goodnight, my princess.” Sabo purred, softly kissing a lot on your thigh. To your surprise, Sabo didn’t go wild at all. He was soft and gentle, doing small kitten licks on your skin, lapping up all the stains and areas. Moving to the inner part of your thigh, his hair tickling your skin a little bit, but it wasn’t that bothersome overall.

Your hand moves down to pat Sabo on the head, absentmindedly running your fingers through his blonde locks, as your body starts to cool down and nod off to sleep.

Sabo goes to the other side of your thigh and finishes cleaning over there, taking his time to lap up all the leftover creme. Allowing the sweet nectar to sit on his tongue for a bit before he swallows it down.

Then, he moves up to your cunt, and being a man true to his word. He was gentle with this area, lapping up very slowly, making sure not to touch your clit too much. Just using the flat of his tongue to cover as much area as possible with each swipe. The feeling was oddly comforting in a way to you.

You fell asleep far before he was done with cleaning, your hand still laid on top of his head. Your body softly snoozing away, with Sabo’s hand on your stomach feeling the rise and fall of your chest with each breath you take.

When Sabo was done with his job, he shifted his body upward just a bit so he could lay his head on your stomach. Not wanting to accidentally shake you awake, he was fine with cuddling you here under the blanket together.

His eyes flutter closed for the last time tonight as he holds your hand in his.

Morning comes quietly, you were the first to wake up, finding your body extremely sore but happy at the same time. You stretch your arms out and let out a big groan, feeling your shoulder muscles being pulled. You feel something move under the blanket and lift it up to find Sabo, sleeping comfortably on top of your stomach. He was like a heat pad for you all throughout the night.

He nuzzles his cheek on your stomach closer when you try to poke him away. You huff at this, knowing that he was probably awake the moment you were. You poke his forehead again, Sabo jokingly bites at it in return. You pinch his cheek in retaliation, giggling at his reaction.

“Come on, I feel gross and sticky. I need a shower. We both need showers, actually.”

You make a move to get off the bed, but Sabo pulls you back in by wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Nooo, stay.” Rubbing his face on your belly as he whines quietly.

You ruffle his hair and sigh, smiling at your lover’s silly antics. With the sunlight coming in the room, you could see just how bad some of Sabo’s injuries were now, along with the multiple bruises and marks littered across your body.

“Come on, we both need to go to medical anyway. I’ll help you wash up in the shower if you get up now.”

Sabo’s ears perk up like a puppy’s, and he eagerly looks up at you with awaiting eyes.

“You promise?”

“Yes, dear.” You lean down for a kiss, lingering on his lips for a second as you look into each other's eyes. Sabo leans back in for a longer, more passionate kiss, his hand going to the back of your nape. Softly biting at your bottom lip as his tongue tries to sneak in your mouth. You shake your head but your body didn’t deny the need for him again.

‘What about we do a quickie, then shower, and then I promise to be a good boy and go to medical?’ Sabo blinks his wide eyes at you as his hand lowers to your thigh, squeezing it softly.

Your brain fights for an answer, the horny side really wants to do it again, but the rational side says that you should take him to medical sooner than later.

“I-”

“GOOD MORNING WORLD! TIS IS I! KOALA HERE TO TAKE MY LOVELY FRIEND TO BREAK-EEEEEEEEEE!”

You were interrupted by Koala bursting into the room, all merry-like. You forgot that about the breakfast thing… and now she sees you and Sabo, butt-naked in bed together.

“Sabo?! You’re back and you’re naked! Oh my god-sorry-I gotta take this call and goodbye!”

As quickly as she burst in, Koala left. Leaving a snickering Sabo leaning over on top of you.

You soon join him in laughter. Though your cheeks were tinged pink with embarrassment, it was good to have Sabo back. Everything was the way it should be now.

Well, except for Koala’s poor eyes.

#one piece x reader #one piece smut #one piece sabo x reader #sabo x reader #sabo smut #softy writes #softy write #Softy's sweet moot (´ε｀ )♡ Vota

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ssahotchnerr · 1 year ago

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jealous!Aaron would be super interesting in a situation where the reader has a meeting with an agent that has vibes similar to him and Kate Joyner (Whoever the reader meets kinda resembles and ex or maybe even Aaron himself and they're oddly friendly 🤭)

the one

OMG cw; bau!reader, jealous!aaron, aaron's petty (and a bit insecure), established relationship (and a healthy one at that <333), vague allusions to sex, fluff wc; 1.8k

"your team will be stationed here." the chief of police led you, aaron and jj into one of the conference rooms, complete with a large table, vast seating and numerous bulletin boards. "our head detective will be in to assist you shortly."

"thank you." once he had exited, aaron exhaled a breath - more so a let's get this show on the road, "alright, let's get settled."

jj began unpacking the evidence from the boxes collected so far, as aaron and yourself hung up photos; crime scene as well as images of the victims so far.

as promised, the door soon opened, allowing the noise of the precinct to drift in. it ended as abruptly as it had started, the door clicking shut.

"mornin', i'm detective parker." you heard from behind you, the name and voice strangely familiar, causing you to slow. "it's real nice of y'all to come all this way to help us out."

jj introduced herself, and then aaron, but no introduction was needed on your end; you turned and your eyes connected with the voice, both of you recognizing each other instantly.

"no way!" you grinned, moving forward and bypassing a handshake for a hug. he reciprocated your energy, exclaiming your name as he embraced you just as tightly.

aaron immediately stiffened, and jj was equally taken aback, studying the man. the first noticeable thing, the resemblance. the dark hair, dark eyes, tall frame...

while aaron began to seethe, and jj took the initiative to vocalize what they both were wondering - she had also noted the vein beginning to bulge in his neck. "the two of you know each other?"

"we worked together back in the tuscon field office." you explained, turning back to parker with a smile. "that was what, three, four years ago?"

"has it been? doesn't feel like it." he released a hearty laugh. "look at you, you haven't changed a bit. you look good, and i mean real good."

a swarm of jealous heat filled aaron's body, and only grew as you and parker began chattering away like lifelong best friends.

eager to draw it to a close, he cleared his throat, loudly. it regained both your attention, and cut your small reunion short.

"huh, a bau profiler," parker said as he sobered down, his smile lingering as he gazed at you. "who would've thought."

jj inserted herself into the conversation again, intrigued yet perplexed. "so the two of you were close, then."

aaron refrained - with a large amount of effort - from physically rolling his eyes. clearly. he opened a file, solely to maintain his composure.

"oh, absolutely," parker answered for the both of you, while also throwing an arm around your shoulder. "there was one time we-"

"fascinating." aaron deadpanned as he interrupted, closing the file in hand, rather aggressively as it produced a quaint slap. his eyes rose and studied the agent's arm placement for a few, obvious seconds, his lips drawing into a tight line before continuing. "need i remind you we currently have three victims and a killer who is unraveling as we speak. it's in our best interest to work diligently and remain focused."

parker nodded, his cheeks producing a faint blush at the injunction.

"the recent victim's family still requires an interview. you can start there."

"the two of us can go," parker said, gesturing to yourself, "it's quite a drive away, could give us the opportunity to catch up."

"that won't be necessary, jj can accompany you." aaron stated firmly, not even looking at him, nose buried in his file again.

an amused yet disdained expression formed on jj's face, nodding slowly in confirmation. "that i can."

parker opened his mouth, probably to protest, but aaron had already turned his back. he surrendered and headed out, jj following.

"aaron." you transferred your weight onto your hand as you leaned on the edge of the table, raising an eyebrow.

"what?" he looked at you. despite his query, his eyes were a telltale - he knew what he was doing.

you arched your eyebrow more, giving him a look.

he sighed, shutting the file. "i didn't like the way he was looking at you."

"he wasn't-"

aaron gave you a pointed look this time, prompting your words to trail off. he tore his eyes away from you again, allowing his next inquiry to exit his mouth more easily, "so, were the two of you...?"

"oh, no." you began to shake your head, but halfway, you hesitated. "well... almost."

his lips fell into an uneasy line, a pained expression painted on his face as his gaze shot back to yours. "almost?"

"we went on a few dates, kissed and..." you released a breath, choosing to keep the summary short, but the brooding envy in aaron's eyes deepened. "but nothing ever came from it. we were better off as friends."

after a moment though, you added, on the quieter side, "and besides, i transferred before anything really solidified."

the lines in aaron's face only grew, biting down briefly on his bottom lip.

"but it's in the past." you quickly reassured, bringing your hands to his cheeks for a moment to relieve the tension. "i won't deny that we were close, but you know how partnerships work. i depended on him, him on me, and the majority of our time was spent together. it caused a lot of emotions, all of which, are gone. i haven't even spoken to him since, seriously."

aaron wanted to counter, does parker know that? but from the earnest expression on your face, and loving look in your eyes, he withheld from doing so.

the bitterness on his face still didn't falter, but "okay. that's fine."

you still weren't convinced. "are you sure?"

"yeah. you're allowed to have a history, but that doesn't mean i need to be optimistic about working with him." he said as he exhaled a breath. he meant it, fully secure and confident in your relationship. he simply detested the idea of another yearning for you, especially one you had a past with, and one who looked quite like him - a potential competitive force.

you were his.

"of course," you nodded, with full understanding. "if the roles were reversed, i know i'd feel the same."

"and as long as he doesn't try anything..."

you laughed, your fingers playing with and then smoothing out the lapels of his suit jacket - positioning them in perfect place just as they belonged. "he won't. trust me, he's not like that."

aaron nodded, his eyes softening as he gazed down at you. if it weren't for the current setting, he would've brought his lips to yours.

"i have you." you offered him a loving, genuine smile, the affirmation to his just-previous thought calming his heart rate further. "i have everything i could ever want."

despite aaron being a bit (very) high-strung, and keeping a close eye on parker, he kept his word - he remained civil. naturally, he still was passive aggressive, short, and didn't dare smile while interacting with him.

the team noticed the 'chemistry' too. you knew they were whispering about it; they had gazed questionably between the two of you upon their arrival at the precinct, and through the substance of the case - the naturalness, the easy meshing, bouncing ideas off each other. but you had worked with parker for years - you knew how he worked, and likewise. it was like riding a bike, old habits resurfacing.

they also noticed the familiar characteristics to aaron (morgan of course teased you about it, you simply waved him off). and even penelope all the way back home asked about it, "so this guy, what's the story there?"

but despite the at-times, annoying attention - the case proceeded and resolved easily. within a few days, it was time to return home.

as the team settled other matters - exit reports, paperwork, etc. - you found yourself with parker, packing up and clearing out the conference room.

the two of you were alone for the first time all week, and you could sense it in the silence - a pending question. it was a matter of time before it was brought to focus.

"what do you think would've happened, if we would've given it a shot?"

you froze, facing him. "what?"

"you and i." his eyes searched yours, creating a sense of deja-vu. it was familiar, having spent so much time with him and once it had sent shivers throughout your body. but as strong as they seemingly once were - it wasn't like with aaron. it didn't leave you feeling lightheaded and giddy and as if you could simply burst at the seams.

when you remained silent, he continued.

"we were good together." he stated, insistently. "you can't deny it. good partners, a great team."

"yeah... we were," you agreed, fiddling with some papers as you thought. "but in the field. romantically, no. we couldn't see eye to eye on anything non-work related, don't you remember how much we bickered?"

"that was good for one thing, at least."

you ignored that, firm and conclusive in your answer. "we wouldn't have lasted."

"and he's in the picture now." he chuckled as he crossed his arms, a tinge of irritation present.

"yeah, he is." you hardened your voice - he knew it as your tell to quit it. "like i told you the night before i left. i couldn't stay. there was more for me out there. and after joining the bau, i now know it was in more ways than one. i love the work, although it's tremendously difficult and gruesome at times. i love the family it's given me. and most importantly, i love aaron."

parker nodded silently, rather disappointedly, but understanding nonetheless.

"i love him. he's the one, i'm positively certain he is."

he sighed as shoulders dropped, his words melancholy but supportive. "well, he's good for you. if anything about him being attached to your hip, or giving me the subtle death glare constantly the past few days, has something to say for it."

you laughed gently. "profiling the profilers?"

"oh c'mon, the way he looks at you? anyone can tell."

on the jet, you weaved down the aisle, past the team finding their seats, getting comfortable for the ride home. when you reached aaron, you wrapped your arms around his middle.

aaron's lips tipped upwards in a smile, his arms mirroring yours. "what's this for?"

you only tightened your grip, mumbling into his chest. he could hear your smile in your voice. "just 'cause you're mine."

#aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner fluff #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner x fem!reader #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotchner imagine #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds x you #criminal minds drabble #aaron hotchner drabble #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds fanfiction #hotch imagine #criminal minds x fem!reader

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002yb · 2 months ago

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Jason isn't one for honeypot missions, but their guy has niche interests and Jason so happens to fit the bill.

To say he has reservations is an understatement. He hasn't dated anyone; he doesn't fool around. How is he supposed to attract some big shot arms dealer and keep him distracted?

Steph making a joke about Jason showing off his guns, flexing her arm for dramatic effect. Tim thinks it's funny; Jason doesn't share their humor. He's got his heart in his throat. Nothing is funny at that moment.

But Tim swears to Jason that he won't have to do anything. Just sit there. Look pretty.

'But I'm not pretty—'

A protest that Steph scoffs at because she promises that Jason is hot af. Fuckable! Not that it'll get to that point; Tim and her have got his back, but the point stands that their target will be ensnared the moment he sets his eyes on Jason.

Jason still isn't convinced. It shows in his expression and gets more dismal when he looks down at what he's been dressed in—holsters and accessories to draw focus to the swell of his chest and the softness of his thighs. What good is a holster without a gun though? Jason feels bare like this and vulnerable for it.

Given Jason's reservations, Steph steps up. She'll prove to Jason that he's got nothing to worry about, so she video calls the hottest person she knows and asks them: be honest, would you fuck Jay?

'No.' Because it's Cass, of course she wouldn't. Steph tenses up at the blunt answer, laugh awkward until Cass adds a confused, 'Not you,' at which point Steph swoons, smitten until she remembers the situation and 'whoops, let me call you back?'

Cue Tim who swats Steph away because he's got this, watch. He texts Kon a picture and gets a voice memo shortly after that has Tim scrambling to lower the volume on because ffs, omg. Because Kon is shameless about it: 'We've talked about this at length? Of course we should! Is he down? Tell me he's down. I can't believe you finally asked—'

Tim has never felt more embarrassed or exposed. Steph won't stop laughing at him, either. The stupidity of it settles some of Jason's nerves though.

They call a neutral third party, in the end. The hottest guy they know: Dick.

Which Jason is immediately not on board with because it's too embarrassing; Jason has too much shame to be that vulnerable with Dick. Don't do it, give him the damn phone and—

'Be honest, would you fuck Jay?'

And the thing is—Dick doesn't even look at the video call. His phone is clearly pointed at the ceiling while he works on something off to the side.

Still, he doesn't hesitate when he says: 'Yeah.'

And Jason combusts right there on the spot because what.

Which he said out loud because suddenly Dick is looking at his phone screen and he sees Tim, Steph, and Jason just behind them.

'Oh.' Smooth. Dick has always been shameless though, so he moves on quick even while Jason is still floundering to process. The way Dick rallies is truly impressive, but it's nothing compared to his charm. He's soft when he says it, casual, a ghost of a smile on his lips when he catches Jason's gaze through the call and says, 'You look nice.'

Something something Steph snickering at Dick about how Jason looks very nice, pretty even, huh? While bumping her head against Jason's pec. And Dick laughs under his breath, but agrees, 'Yeah, so damn pretty.'

The simple compliment gives Jason all the confidence he needs to get through the mission, but then he remembers what preceded that compliment and Jason goes into crisis promptly after.

#dickjay #also featured: StephCass - timkon(Jay) - platonic!timstephjay

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imsogonesposts · 4 months ago

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Your Eyes Still Shine, Like Pretty Lights

|| ao3 || steve masterlist || requests are open!! || based on mary's song (oh my, my, my,) by taylor swift || an: I've been waiting to write this for forever, so im so glad its finally done, omg ||

summary: You first met Steve at seven years old after moving into the house next to his. He was your best friend for years, and eventually, he began to develop feelings for you. (wc: 4575)

tags: childhood best friends to lovers, argument, parties, underage drinking, proposal, wedding, steve and reader have two kids in the end

You first met Steve at seven, and he was a year older than you at eight. You and your family had just moved into the house next to his when a young Steve had wandered over to your backyard as you played with your Barbie dolls.

“Hi, I’m Steve, do you wanna be friends?” You heard him ask as you nodded with a smile, telling him your own name.

Though he didn’t want to play dolls with you, (he claimed dolls were gross and for girls and that he only played with action figures and cars), he was still happy to play other games with you. The two of you ran around your backyard playing tag, drew with chalk on the sidewalk between your two houses, and tossed around a ball he had gotten from his own backyard.

It wasn’t until the sun was setting that both yours and his parents came to retrieve the two of you. Both of them officially meeting for the first time.

“Oh, Steven, there you are,” you heard an older woman with dark brown hair say, taking Steve’s hand with a smile.

“Who’s your friend, sweetie,” your mom had said at the same time, coming outside to tell you it was time for a bath.

“We’re the Harrington’s, nice to meet you,” the older man who stood next to the older woman said, putting a hand out for your dad to take. “I’m Richard, and this is my wife Helen, and our son Steven.”

“Nice to meet you,” your dad said as he introduced himself, your mom, and you.

“It’s nice to meet the new neighbors,” the older woman, Steve’s mom, Helen, said with a smile. “And I’m glad Steven’s here got a new playmate, looks like they’re already fast friends.”

You and Steve had returned to drawing on the sidewalk with the chalk, barely registering your parent’s conversation. Steve drawing a dinosaur, and you drawing a butterfly.

“They’re friends, like us!” You exclaimed, pointing at the drawings the two of you had created.

Steve nodded his head with an enthusiastic “yeah!”

Your parents laughed as the older man, Steve’s dad, Richard, joked “I bet you when those two are older, they’re gonna fall in love.”

“Oh, I can already see it,” your dad joked along.

“Oh, Richard, let the kids be,” Steve’s mom said with a laugh.

***

It was Steve’s 10th birthday and the two of you were up in the treehouse his father had built for him, playing with the new board game you had gotten for him as a gift. Battleship.

“I win again!” You exclaimed as Steve let out a groan of annoyance.

“It’s my birthday, stop winning,” he pouted as you stuck your tongue out at him.

In retaliation, Steve did the only thing any other boy would do when losing a game to one of his friends. He threw a nearby pillow at you. One you quickly threw back at him with a laugh.

“I win! I win!” You cheered as Steve threw the pillow at you once again.

“I’ll beat you up,” he said with a laugh, his tone telling you he didn’t truly mean that.

It was a thing Steve always did. He’d threaten to beat you, but he never did, never would. You were his best friend, he would never do that, never could. But, he was bigger than you, so he always had a little fun threatening you till you gave up.

He laughed at your squeal as you shot your hands up in the air. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you said through laughs of your own.

***

It was your freshman year, Steve’s sophomore year, of high school, and Steve had invited you to one of the many parties he had gone to now that he was “King of Hawkins High.” Despite his popularity, however, he made sure to always stay by your side. Popularity might of changed him in some ways, but he promised himself that no matter what, he wouldn’t let that come between you and him. He wouldn’t let himself lose your eight-year-long friendship, not if he had anything to say about it.

And so, you would sit with him and his friends during lunch, attend some of the parties he was invited to, and he would take a step out with you if you ever felt like everything was too much.

The two of you were sitting in a circle now, among the other party-goers as you all played spin the bottle. It had been Steve’s turn to spin the bottle now, and it had landed on you, which caused the entire circle to erupt into cheers and “ooohs.”

“I can spin it again,” he whispered to you, eyes roaming over your face for any sign that you would be uncomfortable with your childhood best friend kissing you. With him kissing you.

You only shrugged and whispered back, “it’s fine. We’ve kissed before.”

He knew what you were referring to. Back when you were eight and he was nine, you had dared him to kiss you, and when he actually tried, you kept running away from him, laughing with each step. In the end, he kissed your cheek, and the kiss was forgotten about a second later, in exchange for swimming in Steve’s pool.

“That was hardly a kiss,” he whispered back.

“It’s okay, Steve.” You told him again, lightly squeezing his arm, a silent sign of comfort you’d done to him for as long as he can remember. “I’m fine with it if you are.”

And with that, Steve leaned in, gently placing a hand on your cheek, eyes roaming over you one last time in case you changed your mind, before he gave you a small, short kiss. Longer than a peck, but shorter than an actual kiss.

The group around the two of you cheered, but Steve could hardly focus on that. At the moment, he couldn’t help but focus on you. The way your eyes shined, almost like pretty lights, the way your hair framed your face, the curve of your lip, the slope of your nose. Steve had never been this close to you before, not in the eight years the two of you had known each other, but suddenly it was like everything about you captivated him. Like no matter what, he couldn’t look away, and he wasn’t fully sure if he wanted to.

“Are you okay?” You softly asked, your eyebrows creasing in the middle.

Steve cleared his throat with a nod, quickly dropping his hand and turning to face the circle once again. He was thankful they had already moved on to the next couple that had to kiss, as it saved him from any future, potential teasing.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m okay,” he replied as your hand squeezed his arm yet again. Something about that squeeze felt like bolts of electricity flying into Steve’s body, and honestly, he found himself enjoying the feeling. Even if he knew he shouldn’t be having these types of feelings for his friend, his best friend.

***

“Are you okay?” You asked a week after the party, a week after the kiss.

Steve closed his locker shut as the two of you walked to your shared science class. “Yeah,” he replied in a questioning tone as he took his seat next to you. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I don’t know,” you said with a shrug, “you’ve been acting weird all week.”

Steve only shrugged as he took out his notebook, “I feel fine,” he said as you began copying what your teacher was putting up.

Truthfully, Steve knew he was being weird, but something about that kiss changed things in Steve’s brain, almost like it was being rewired to think about you and nothing but you. No matter what he did, it was like all of Steve’s thoughts were consumed by you. It was like the kiss flipped a switch in his brain, and now suddenly you weren’t just Steve’s childhood best friend, but now you were the girl he couldn’t help but have a crush on.

He glances at you as you scribble down in your notebook and he couldn’t help but smile. Had you always been this pretty, and he was just too blind to notice it? Had he always had a small crush on you, and he was just too scared to ever admit it to himself?

You glanced up at him through the corner of your eye, noticing his staring. “What?” You questioned as he shook his head.

“Just trying to see your notes,” he responded as you moved your arm, allowing him easier access to your notes. He began scribbling in his own notebook, copying your notes into his as his thoughts still went on and on about you, going in circles just like the toy train he had that the two of you used to play with when you were little kids.

***

It was 11 pm on a Friday night when Steve called you on the phone, stating it was an emergency and he needed you to come over to his place immediately.

A one-and-a-half-minute walk later, you were sitting on his couch as he paced back and forth across from you.

“So, are you planning on telling me what the emergency is?” You asked as he paused his pacing in front of you before shaking his head and continuing to pace across the room.

“Steve?” You asked as he paused his pacing again, before running his hand down his face with a groan.

“I’m gonna tell you something, and I need you to promise me you’re not going to freak out, alright?” He asked as you nodded your head yes.

“Is everything alright?” You asked, “Are you like moving out of Hawkins or something?”

He shook his head no. “No, no, everything fine, I’m staying in Hawkins,” he said.

Steve then pushed everything sitting on his coffee table to the floor as he took a seat on it, hand in his chin as he stared at you, almost as if he was trying to figure out how to say what he wanted to say.

“Steve you’re scaring me,” you said at the same time he said, “I like you.”

You furrow your brows in confusion at that.

“I’m your best friend, I’d hope you liked me,” You joked as he shook his head no.

“No, no,” he said with a sigh, muttering out the word “fuck.”

Steve looked up at you then, his soft, warm brown eyes looking into yours as he whispered your name. “I like you, as in like-like you, have a crush on you, whatever you want to call it. And I really don’t want this to mess up our friendship, so if you don’t feel the same way, or if you think I’m an idiot or gross or something, we can just pretend this never happened, okay?”

You blinked at his words, taking them all in.

“You like me?”

He nodded.

“Is...is this cause of the kiss?”

He paused before nodding his head again.

“Steve,” you whispered with a smile as he quickly stood up from his seat on the coffee table.

“Yup, I got it, you only see me as a friend, that’s perfectly okay, we can completely forget about this,” he said, walking to the other side of the living room.

“Steve,” you repeat again, a smile still on your face.

“I’m really sorry I told you this, but I just wanted to get it off my chest, and well, it’s off my chest now, so-“

“Steve,” you repeat slightly louder.

“So, now we can both move on and-“

“Steve!”

He pauses turning around to face you.

“If you would just shut up,” you said with a laugh, making your way towards him, “you could hear me say that I like you too.”

Now it’s Steve’s turn to blink, taking in your words.

“What?” He asked as you laughed.

“I like you too, dummy,” you replied, lightly squeezing his arm.

“Oh,” Steve whispered before breaking out into a wide grin and pulling you into a hug. “Wanna be my girlfriend?” He mumbled into the top of your head, love and joy laced within the tone of his voice. And how could you say no to that?

***

It was 2 am when Steve had climbed up the tree directly next to your room and began lightly knocking on it.

You woke up startled at what could be making that noise, only to relax when seeing your boyfriend of two years letting out a small wave and a sheepish smile.

“Do you know what time it is?” You whispered after opening your window.

Steve only kissed you in response.

“Get dressed, I have an idea,” he whispered after breaking the kiss.

Ten minutes later, you were sitting in the passenger seat of the blue pickup truck his parents recently gifted him.

“You wanna tell me where we’re headed?” You asked, fiddling with the radio, looking for a song you like as Steve’s hand rested on your knee.

“There’s a lake I wanted to take you to,” he responds, eyes glancing briefly at you with a smile before returning to the road. “We can get a good look at the stars out there. And I brought some pillows and blankets so we can lie in the back of the trunk.”

“Steve,” you said softly, almost breathlessly, as he smiled, giving your knee a small squeeze.

“What?” he questioned. “You said you wanted a good spot to go look at the stars, so I went looking.” He said this as if it was nothing. As if he’d go looking for a place to look at the stars for just about anyone.

But you weren’t just anyone, and this wasn’t nothing- not to you, at least. No, you were Steve’s girlfriend, and it felt like he’d given you the world, even if it was just taking you to go looking at the stars.

“I love you,” you said with a smile as you both lay in the back of Steve’s truck, staring up at the stars a few minutes later.

“I love you too, honey,” he replied, breaking his glance away from the night sky to look at you, his eyes tracing over your face. “I love you more than there are stars in the sky,” he whispered, smiling at the small laugh you let out.

You turned to lie on your side, facing Steve with a smile, your eyes shining brighter than the stars above you both. “Thank you for doing this for me,” you whispered as Steve raised the blanket covering both of you to cover you a bit more.

“Of course baby,” he replied, smiling back. “I’d do anything for you,” he said, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear before you turned to face the stars again.

“They’re so pretty, aren’t they?” You asked with a smile.

Steve nodded his head yes. “Sure are,” he replied with a soft smile, his gaze still stuck on you.

***

You and Steve had fought before. You were a couple, you had been together for almost three years now, it was normal for couples to fight every now and then. This fight, however, was more heated than your normal fights, and this one was about his friends.

“Tommy and Carol have always been nice to you, what’s the problem?” Steve asked, pinching the bridge of his nose in the way he always did when he was upset or confused.

“The problem is that they’re mean people, Steve,” you said, trying to explain why you didn’t like his friends. “They’re bad influences, you’ve started smoking and drinking now that you’re hanging out with them, they make fun of anyone not part of their little clique, you know Jonathan Byers? They made fun of him cause his brother is missing, do you not see how incredibly fucked that is, Steve?”

Steve did know how fucked that was. As soon as Tommy had joked that Jonathan killed his own brother, Steve had told him to knock it off. He didn’t think it was a funny joke either. But he couldn’t just abandon his friends, he wasn’t like that, even if deep down, part of him knew his ‘friends’ hardly ever treated him like a good friend should.

“Sweetheart,” he said softly, placing his hands on your arms, lightly rubbing them up and down. “They’re just making dumb jokes, they don’t actually mean any of the shit they’re saying.”

You moved away from him with a small scoff. “So, what, if they were to make some fucked up joke about me you’d just what? Laugh along and say they don’t actually mean it?”

Steve sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose again. “No, when Carol called you a bitch I told her to shut up and not talk about you like that again, but-“

“She what?” You asked as Steve felt part of himself freeze.

He hadn’t meant to let that part slip out.

He said your name quietly, taking a step towards you as you shook your head no, taking a step away from him.

“I told her to knock it off,” he said, stopping in his tracks as you gathered your belongings, and making your way out of his room.

“No, she was just joking, right, Steve?” You asked, already stepping out of his room as he quickly followed you.

He called out your name, but you ignored him.

“Steve, the sooner you figure out that your friends are assholes, the better. They’ve changed you, and it’s not for the better,” you said, walking out of his house, and making your way to yours.

It was a short walk, but with so many things left unsaid, it felt excruciatingly long. You were used to kisses goodnight, to Steve walking you home even though you lived right next door, but now, you walked alone as the boy you loved stayed standing on his front porch.

The following morning, you were stepping out of your house, only to be startled by a sleeping figure lying on your front porch. Steve.

You bent down, lightly shaking his shoulder as he let out a small groan.

“Good morning,” you whispered as he let out a sleepy smile.

“Morning,” he replied back, sitting up to stretch.

Even though you were still mad at him, you were glad he had brought a pillow and blanket to keep him somewhat comfortable as he slept on the floor, and thankful it hadn’t started snowing in Hawkins yet.

Moving to sit next to him, you asked, “wanna tell me why you’re sleeping on my porch?”

Steve shrugged with a small sigh.

“I was thinking about what you said,” he replied quietly, “and you’re right. Tommy and Carol are assholes, I think I always knew that, I was just,” he paused with a shrug, “scared to admit it, I guess? Anyways, yesterday after you left I went to go talk to them and…well we’re not friends anymore. But it’s a good thing, I’m glad.”

You couldn’t help but feel a warm feeling inside your chest at his words.

“So, why are you sleeping on my porch?” You asked with a small smile.

“Wanted to apologize first thing in the morning.” He replied, “I’m sorry I didn’t immediately stop being friends with them after Carol called you a bitch, I’m sorry I changed, and I’m sorry I didn’t realize all this shit on my own. But, also thank you for…I don’t know, giving me a big ol thump on the head before I went off the rails and became an asshole too.”

The smile on your face grew at that.

You wrapped your arms around him in a hug, one he easily reciprocated as you told him, “that’s what I’m here for, Stevie. Gotta keep you humble.”

He shook his head with a laugh, rubbing your back as he kissed the top of your head.

“You wanna head inside and get warmed up? I can make some hot chocolate,” you said the last part in a sing-song voice, hoping to further entice Steve, but he only shook his head no.

“While I would love that,” he started, pressing another kiss to the top of your head, “I’m gonna help look for that Byers kid, I feel extra bad after Tommy and Carol’s jokes.”

Oh, your sweet sweet boyfriend, always putting himself out there and doing whatever he can to help those around him. You were glad you could thump his head before he went “off the rails,” as he said earlier.

“I’ll help,” you told him, kissing his cheek before standing up, holding a hand out for him to take. He happily took it not a second later.

***

You and Steve had been together for eight years when he decided it was time to propose.

Truthfully, Steve had known he wanted to marry you for a long time. An embarrassingly long amount of time. But, when the topic of marriage had first come up, you had told him you wanted to get your bachelor’s degree before marrying him. And so, Steve had, painfully, waited those four years until he could ask the question he had been wanting to ask for years now.

“Is there a reason you took me to Lover’s Lake the second we got back to Hawkins?” You asked Steve as he held your hand to help you down the rocky path.

Steve only smiled a wide smile as he told you, “baby, everything I do has a reason,” as he pressed a kiss to your cheek.

“Well, can I know the reason?” You asked with a smile as he shook his head no, still smiling.

“In a few minutes, maybe,” he teased.

You huffed and rolled your eyes in feigned annoyance as you told him that he was insufferable.

“And you’re gorgeous,” he replied, a beat later, causing a smile to grow on your face. He hoped to see that smile every day for the rest of his life.

As you two finally made your way to the area where the grass met the water, the area where you and Steve would always spend your dates- a place that had quickly become both yours and his favorite spot in your small town after he took you there to go stargazing- Steve laid out a blanket for you both to sit on.

“Do you remember when I first brought you here to look at the stars?” Steve asked, his arm around your shoulders as he brought you closer to him.

You nodded your head yes. “Course I do.”

Steve nodded along with you, a smile tugging on his lips. “Right, well, I never told you this, but I think that night is one of the first times I realized how much I wanted to marry you. So,” he fished something out of his pocket, releasing his arm from around you to rest a knee on the floor as he looked up at you with a gaze filled with nothing but love.

He showed you what he had pulled out, a small black box, opening it to show you a ring.

Oh, it was an engagement ring.

Steve took a deep breath, smiling the whole way through.

“I’ve known that I’ve wanted to marry you for a long time. That’s one thing in my life that I’ve pretty much always known. Honey, you’re my best friend, you’ve been my best friend for a long time- pretty much our whole lives. And throughout all these years, you’ve made me happier than I ever thought possible, and I can only hope I’ve made you feel that same way. You’ve been with me through my best and my worst, and I don’t know what I could have possibly done to deserve that- to deserve you, but I’m so glad that I get to call you my girl.

“I want to be able to spend the rest of my life with you- the girl of my dreams. I wanna grow old with you, have a family with you, be with you through all the good and bad, every milestone. I want to be able to hear you laugh everyday, and see your smile everyday, see you every morning and night, tell you I love you everyday. So, I wanted to ask, something I’ve been wanting to ask for forever, will you marry me?”

The smile on your face only grew. It was the same smile he wished to see for the rest of his life.

You nodded your head with a laugh, moving to hug him as you exclaimed “Yes!”

“Yeah?” Steve asked through a laugh of his own, almost sounding as if he was in disbelief.

You only kissed him in response. A kiss that spoke a million yeses.

Steve eventually, reluctantly, pulled away from the kiss to slide the engagement ring onto your ring finger, lifting your hand to press a kiss to it with a smile. “My future wife,” he said with a smile that took over his whole face.

***

“I can’t believe we’re married!” You exclaimed with a laugh as Steve pulled you in for a kiss.

“Neither can I, Mrs. Harrington,” he said with a smile as he kissed you again.

Your wedding had been small, close friends and family only, but in a small town like Hawkins, word gets around rather quickly. And in the days leading up to your wedding, you and Steve had been bombarded with different people congratulating the two of you. Anyone from the cashier at the grocery store, to the lady passing you two in the movie theaters, to old classmates from your high school.

“Did you see our mom’s crying?” Steve asked as he kissed your cheek.

“I saw you crying when I walked down the aisle,” you teased with a smile.

It was true. The minute Steve saw you, he couldn’t help but cry. He was getting to marry the girl of his dreams, who also just so happened to be the prettiest girl he had ever seen. How could he not cry on what he considered to be the best day of his life?

Steve gently took your face in his hands, muttering out a soft, affectionate, “shut up,” before pecking your face with kisses. Your forehead, nose, cheeks, lips, chin, anywhere and everywhere he wanted.

***

A few years later, you and Steve had moved into your childhood home, the place where the two of you had first met. Where your love story had first begun.

Now, instead of being little kids playing in your backyard, you had two kids of your own playing there. In the very same backyard, the two of you had first become friends.

“I love you,” Steve whispered to you as you both sat in the lawn chairs he had brought out, watching your daughters draw on the sidewalk with pieces of chalk.

“I love you too,” you replied with a smile, kissing his cheek.

Steve smiled at the kiss, taking his gaze away from your daughters to look at you with a look filled with nothing but love and adoration for you.

“I’m gonna love you forever,” he whispered with a smile, “till the day I die, and then some.”

“My ghost’s gonna haunt your ghost,” you joked with a laugh, his words warming your heart.

Steve only smiled. “Promise?”

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marauder-misprint · 1 month ago

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OMG

Just read your theodore fic and its adooorrrbss!!

Could I request another theo fic after 'sentient shadow' they go back to hogwarts and like... either soft or hard launch themselves

Hi! I had that fic in my head for a while and I'm so glad that so many people are liking it! ❤︎ I could see it becoming a series if the people want it 👀

Although, I will say I'm not the happiest with how this part two turned out, but my brain is unable to make it better so here you go!

Hope y'all enjoy ❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎

Sentient shadow II

Theodore Nott x fem!reader

Part I

2.7k words

cw: fluff, no y/n, approval/disapproval from friends

In the fairly short time before you were to return to Hogwarts, you and Theo more or less continued as you had all summer. Only now there were a few new elements to it. The giddiness that came with new relationships. The shared kisses and laying on his chest when you went out to the clearing. A picnic out by the fishing pond. The fluttering of your heart when you caught Theo watching you with a rather fond look in his eyes.

“King’s Cross Station!” you declared, throwing Floo powder at your feet.

You disappeared from the fireplace of your house and appeared at the designated one on Platform 9 ¾. Moments later, Theo appeared. Your mother usually came to see you off but you somehow managed to convince her to stay back. You grabbed Theo’s hand, drawing a smile from him as you began to drag him through the crowd of parents and students.

You spotted your friends a little ways from you. You pressed a kiss to Theo’s cheek.

“I’m going to ride with my friends. See you at the castle, Theo.”

He stood still as you headed towards your friends. The crowd shifted and you were gone. He took a breath to collect himself. Then he boarded the train and went to the compartment where his friends always claimed – a compartment that happened to have a view of where you and him had been standing.

“So that’s why you didn’t visit this summer, Nott?” Draco asked as soon as Theo opened the door.

He sat down wordlessly, not looking at Draco. “Not sure what you mean.”

Blaise chuckled, bringing his foot up to rest on his knee. “Sure you don’t.”

Theo rolled his eyes.

“You weren’t being kissed when you left for the summer.”

Theo pulled a book out of his bag. He didn’t want to entertain their teasing, let alone fuel it.

“Where’d you find her?” Pansy asked with a smile, leaning forward from where she sat next to Draco.

Theo’s eyes flicked up to meet Pansy’s before returning to his book. “Grandfather’s town.”

“And she kept there?” Blaise asked. “Some kind of hostage situation?”

Theo rolled his eyes again. Blaise and Enzo laughed, Daphne hitting Enzo’s arm. Draco crossed his arms and leaned back in his seat, taking in Theo’s mood.

“Nothing to share? Come on, mate. You didn’t even hint at anything in your letters,” Enzo said. “How’d she get under your skin?”

Theo shrugged. Daphne leaned forward like Pansy had and placed a hand on his knee.

“I think it’s nice. You’ll tell us how it happened eventually.”

“You can ask Watson about her if you want to know anything,” Theo said, earning him confused looks from everyone. A few seconds passed before he added, “He’s a fourth year.”

“Ah, a little shrimp,” Enzo said with a nod.

“So what did I miss when my grandfather said I couldn’t leave?”

In your own compartment, your friends were also discussing their summers. You were sitting with your friend’s cat in your lap; the furry creature loved you and was purring softly.

“Did I see you with Theodore Nott earlier?” Padma asked.

You hummed affirmatively.

“Really?” Parvati gasped.

“I wouldn’t’ve pictured you with him of all people,” Hannah said. “Isn’t he as intolerable as the rest of the Slytherins?”

“Not really. He’s actually quite pleasant. I thought he was going to be horrible, but he was lovely all summer.” You paused and looked at the cat in your lap. “I’m hoping he stays that way.”

The girls sent you a pitying look. It was like they could read your mind. Without having to explain anything, they knew you were worried that being his Slytherin friends would make him different from the boy you had spent all summer with. You wanted him to be able to keep describing him as pleasant and lovely. You wanted him to keep being the Theo you had to yourself all summer, the boy you taught to fish.

“I gotta ask. How did it happen? You and him?” Hannah asked. “I mean, I get why he went after you, love, but… you know.”

“Please, I know you’re not blind. And he’s nice. Sweet. Funny. Considerate. He offered me a cigarette and immediately stopped smoking around me when I asked him to stop. He didn’t mind just sitting around. I don’t really know. Some things just sort of happen.”

“What’d your mum think of him?” Parvati asked.

You smirked. “Said our elderly gossip didn’t do his looks justice. And she’s a sucker for anyone with manners; Theo has those.”

“Pure blood families,” Hannah muttered with a subtle shake of her head. “Got that shit instilled in us. You’ve heard Ernie talk to professors.”

You were much more willing to talk to your friends about Theo than he was with his. Yours would caution you to be careful; they had good reason to. His would likely bash you and tell him he could do better. Or at least that’s what he feared they would do. He didn’t want their opinions of you. He liked you. You actually made him glad that his father got sent to Azkaban. A horrible thought to think, but it was true.

Neither of your conversations on the train circled back to your new relationship. You didn’t run into each other at the Hogsmeade Station or at the carriage loading area. You made eye contact across the Great Hall when you sat down for dinner. You waved at him and he responded with a wide smile.

“He’s smiling? He’s actually smiling,” Pansy said to Daphne.

“Someone alert the Daily Prophet,” she replied.

“Shut up,” he muttered to the girls, but he kept smiling.

Merlin forbid a boy be happy that he found something good.

Your friends also noticed him smiling, sharing quiet laughter between themselves.

You didn’t actually get to talk to Theo again until lunch the next day. None of your morning classes overlapped. But Theo made the move to sit with you, seeking you out.

“There are you, Dolcezza,” he said, his smile audible in his voice. “How was your morning?”

Your face lit up as the boy sat down next to you and started filling his plate.

“Not too horrible. I always miss the castle over the summer so it’s good to be back. And homework is only review from last year.”

“And the train ride?”

“All my friends are curious about you,” you said, bumping your shoulder into his.

He nodded and took a bite of his lunch.

“Did you tell yours about me?” There was a hint of hesitancy in your voice – the worry that he didn’t and wasn’t going to. Sure, he said he wanted things to change when he kissed you over the summer, but that was different than actually being back at school, surrounded by his friends whom he’s been closer to for much longer than you.

“Didn’t have to.” A beat. “They saw you kiss me on the platform.”

Another beat.

“And?” you asked, holding up your cup to your lips but not taking a sip.

“The less they know about you, the better.”

You frowned slightly.

“For now,” he added before taking a bite of food.

“For now?”

“I shouldn’t have to tell you that they can be a bit…” He debated which word to use. Harsh? Judgmental? Stubborn? “Much. I don’t want them to have an effect on us.”

“Hmm?” You tilted your head subtly.

“Let them get all of their teasing out of the systems,” Theo said before suddenly getting much quieter. “You’re the first I’ve… really liked… and… kissed.”

Despite your best efforts, you choked on your drink.

“Wait, what?” you coughed.

Theo, however, had just put more food in his mouth and couldn’t answer you.

“Theo, what?” you repeated, holding his hand on the table. “In the clearing?”

He nodded as a faint blush warmed his cheeks. That was news to you. It was honestly shocking to hear that. You had assumed someone like Theo – a pure blood, attractive, solid co-ed friend group – would have had his first kiss in like second or third year. You tried to remember who he took to the Yule Ball. He did take someone, right?

“Fuck,” you whispered.

“What?”

“Just… you're… hot,” you said. Blunt. “I figured you would’ve kissed someone.”

Theo chuckled softly and pressed a kiss to your cheek. “I’m glad you think I’m hot. You’re pretty fit yourself.”

You gave him a soft shove. “Shut up and eat your lunch.”

Your afternoon classes lined up. Theo walked with you from room to room, instead of with his friends. They exchanged glances and smirks. They didn’t say anything at dinner that evening, but when the group settled by the fire afterwards, Daphne and Pansy made sure to sit on either side of Theo on the couch.

“She’s stolen you away from us, Theo,” Daphne said.

“But it’s not stealing if he goes willingly,” Pansy corrected. “But we are curious, who made the first move?”

Enzo looked up, suddenly interested. “Yeah, we are curious. Did you grow a pair?”

Theo leaned back on the couch and stretched out his legs. Here we go, he thought. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his carton of cigarettes to light one. He inhaled rather than answering.

“Theo,” Pansy sang teasingly, bumping her shoulder into his.

He took another drag. “I did.”

Daphne and Pansy squealed, both leaning forward to look at each other. Enzo laughed and clapped a firm hand on Theo’s knee. Draco, Blaise, Gregory and Vincent looked over at them from where they were sitting.

“You did?” Draco asked and Theo nodded.

“Okay, okay,” Daphne said. “You need to tell us everything! Especially since all Watson could tell us is that you practically spent every second with her.”

Theo scoffed. “You actually talked to him?”

“Of course we did,” Pansy snarked with an eye roll.

“You refuse to play spin the bottle, seven minutes in heaven, anything fun and now you come back with a bloody girlfriend and you told us nothing. You said go to Watson and we went,” Daphne said, nodding.

“Shrimp couldn’t even tell us how far you’d gotten with her,” Enzo added.

“Do you really think I’d shag her in the town square?”

“You got your dick wet? Good for you, Nott,” Draco praised with a cocked eyebrow. “How was it? Life changing?”

A blush crept up Theo’s neck and he shifted uncomfortably on the couch.

“I didn’t.”

Draco tutted and turned back toward Gregory and Vincent. Blaise turned his body more toward the conversation.

“Yet, right?” he asked.

“I mean…” Theo shrugged. “I like her.”

“You hear that, ladies and Enzo? He likes her,” Blaise said with a cheeky smile.

Enzo laughed. “Pans, Daph, you’ll start planning the wedding?”

“Who’ll be your best man?” Pansy asked, resting her chin on her hand. “Draco’s the most fashionable, but Enzo would have the best speech.”

“What about me?�� Blaise whined.

“You’re picking the color scheme,” Daphne said like it was obvious.

Theo stood up and walked away from the group as he felt his face grow hotter with each comment. The group he left behind was laughing. He headed back to his dorm.

“It’ll be in Italy, right?” Enzo called after him.

This was why he didn’t want you to meet his friends right away and have them know everything about you. One day of classes and they were already planning your wedding. Because he said he likes you.

It didn’t take long for the rest of the castle to hear the news. You and Theo were dating. Two people who didn’t talk in the spring were now canoodling between classes. Well, not quite canoodling, but that didn’t matter to the gossips. Theo tucking a lock of your hair behind your ear and you giggling was as scandalous as snogging.

“Theodore Nott? You’re taking a piss, right?” Ernie asked, leaning over Hannah’s shoulder as you studied with your friends in the library.

“He doesn’t believe me,” Hannah sighed.

You looked at Ernie with a rather bland expression. “Yeah, I’m with Theo.”

“You know his father is a Death Eater.”

“Theo isn’t. His grandfather isn’t,” you said flatly. “People aren’t their parents.”

Ernie gave a disbelieving hum. “Tell that to Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle, the rest of them Slytherins.”

“I’m not saying they aren’t. I’m saying Theo isn’t.”

“Yeah, and he’s friends with them. Spends all of his time with ‘em, doesn’t he? Birds of a feather…”

“He spends time with me, Macmillan. Am I suddenly a Death Eater now? Are you going to turn me over to the ministry for something I haven’t done? Am I as horrible as some of their parents?”

“Wait, I didn’t-”

“But you did.” You quickly gathered your things and shoved everything into your bag. “I’ll see you lot around.”

“Wait!” Ernie called again as you walked away, not looking back. He sighed and turned more toward Hannah. “She knows I didn’t mean all that about her, right? Just about him.”

After classes on Friday, you and Theo were relaxing in the quad courtyard. The sun was warm and the air was clear. Theo was laying down, quite like the many times he had on that bench in the park in your town and in the clearing. You were more than content. Even with Ernie’s comment lingering in the back of your mind.

“Theodore Nott!” a girl’s voice called, causing both of you to sit up and look in the direction of the voice.

A mischievously grinning Pansy was strolling toward you. You sat up straighter while Theo laid back down. She stood in front of you with her hands on her hips.

“This your lovely girl?” she asked, looking from Theo to you and back. “The one making you smile?”

“Pansy,” Theo warned.

“Hi,” you said with a small smile.

“Hmm, yes. You’d be the one. Look at him, he’s… Merlin, you’ve got him smiling already!”

You turned toward the boy and smiled wider. He was smiling and blushing. Pansy sat down next to you and leaned forward to whisper to you.

“He’s said he likes you.”

You laughed semi-awkwardly. “Well, I’d hope so. Or I’ve been spending time with the wrong bloke.”

“Pansy, go away.”

“No, no, I want to get to know your girlfriend. You’ve told us nothing. So, darling, tell me about yourself.”

You told her your name and asked, “Erm, what else do you want to know?”

“What’s your story? How’d you get this fuckwad to be all soft?” she asked in response, jerking a thumb at Theo.

He rolled his eyes.

“Oh, I’m not sure,” you said, turning to give Theo a sweet look, only to see him already looking at you. “He just sort of glued himself to me?”

“All summer? And you didn’t hex him into next century?”

You gave a soft chuckle. “I might’ve considered it if he were awful. Am I supposed to complain about him reading?”

“You called me your sentient shadow,” Theo said.

“Because you were! Followed me everywhere!”

“So you stalked her? Tsk, tsk Theodore,” Pansy said.

“It wasn’t stalking,” he mumbled as you laughed. His blush deepened.

“I never told him to go away. Is that what it takes to get on his good side?” you asked Pansy.

She hummed, tapping her chin. “Possibly.” She paused and then looked at you firmly. “First Hogsmeade weekend, you’re coming with me and Daph.”

Theo groaned and you stared at Pansy with wide eyes.

“Oh, I-” you started to say but she cut you off.

“You’re not getting out of this. It’s happening. You have the rest of the year to go on Hogsmeade dates with him.” She stood up and dusted off her skirt. “I’ll be seeing you.”

You and Theo watched Pansy walk away, joining some other Slytherins walking by.

“Am I going to survive that weekend?”

“Most likely.”

“Okay.” You laid down, using Theo’s arm as a pillow. “Don’t be expecting my guy friends to be planning a boys night. Ernie isn’t sounding too thrilled about you.”

“Macmillan?”

You hummed.

“Can’t say he’s ever liked me.”

“Good thing I like you.”

“That is a good thing, Dolcezza.”

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