#I still remember how I fall for him as being that blue haired student on the background in Gokusen lol

[ambrozjas]

the gang with a reader that is a soc? (separately)

the gang x soc!reader ꨄ︎

the outsiders x soc!reader (separately)

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this took a while, so sorry for the long wait !! 💘 thank you for the request darlin i really loved writing this !!

✧˖*°࿐ warnings ᰔᩚ

mentions of alcohol in two-bit’s, dally being a pest, reader is described as gorgeous and beautiful and “purdy” but i don’t think a gender is specified?

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“ya’know, y’didn’t have to do all this.” DARRY said, his eyes still raking across all the store bags filled with new clothes for sodapop, ponyboy, and darry.

“don’t mention it, dare. i’ve got plenty of money to spend for you boys.” you said, walking over to darry and placing a delicate hand on his arm, looking over the presents.

“sure, but—“

“can’t you just wait ‘til you see the look on soda and pony’s faces? they’re gonna be so happy, just think about it.” you try your best attempt at comforting darry, assuring him that you could afford it.

he merely sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose between his eyes. you wrap an arm around his shoulders and lean your head on him, rubbing his left arm soothingly.

“bought us some groceries for dinner t’night, too. don’t worry about it, darry. i got you.” you mumbled in his ear as his icy blue eyes opened and gazed at you, his eyebrows furrowed.

“whatever you say, darlin’.”

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SODAPOP’s mouth parted a bit as his eyes widened, watching a sleek white 1966 corvette stingray pull up to the dx.

you came out of the car, sunglasses on top of your head with your hair pushed back a bit. then, your friend came out of the car too. johanna winchester, boy was she a bitch. before soda had dropped out, she was pretty much the hottest piece of gossip there, always cheating on her boyfriend and hosting parties at her dad’s two-story house on the west side.

but, you were an unfamiliar face. he had never seen you before, because if he had, he would’ve remembered someone as beautiful as you.

steve had obviously noticed sodapop ogling at something, and following his gaze he saw you. he whistled, “woo! you see those dames, soda?”

soda looked steve up and down, his face and hands covered in black oil. “‘course i see ‘em, now get outta here ‘fore they see you.”

“don’t hate me ‘cause i’m good-lookin’.” steve shrugged, taking one more glance at you and your friend opening the door before walking back to the garage.

“hey! you think we could get five on pump two, please?” ugh, even your voice made soda swoon. you handed him a few neatly stacked dollar bills and looked behind you at your friend who was side eyeing every corner of this place.

“‘course!” sodapop replied, clicking a few buttons to open up pump two but couldn’t help but overhear johanna whispering to you, “couldn’t we have picked another gas station?” obviously because it was run by “greasers.”

you whispered back to her, although soda couldnt hear you. instead, he handed you your change to which johanna rudely grabbed the coins and yanked you away, pulling you out of the dx. you threw one last glance behind you to soda, before you finally get pulled out of the gas station.

for now, he would just have to dream and hope until he sees you again.

boy, he wished he stayed in school a bit longer just so he could’ve see you more often.

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PONYBOY watched as you rested your chin on your palm, looking out the window as the sunlight illuminated your face with a golden hue.

you were in english class, unbothered by the teacher’s ramblings on shakespeare, anything outside was more interesting than this class.

ponyboy’s eyes were glued to you, watching how you wrote down simple phrases in your notebook whenever you’d tune back into the the teacher’s monologuing.

he had just watched your eyes fall across the rest of the room, the other students either borderline falling asleep or not paying attention at all, before your eyes fell on him, and in that very moment he heard a stern, “mr. curtis!” from the teacher.

ponyboy felt his cheeks heat up as the class’ eyes fell on him, he glanced over to you only to find your eyes still on him as well.

“mr. curtis, what is the answer?” he asked. pony stammered a bit, trying to read the board as quickly as possible until he heard nails clacking on the desk across the room. it was you, hand covering your mouth mouthing the letter ‘b’.

“oh—! uh, ‘b’ sir.” ponyboy said, a wave of what he thought to be sweat washing over him as he sighed in relief when the teacher nodded his head.

he looked back over to you, giving him a thumbs up as your pink lips curled in a small smile.

he smiled to himself, mouthing a quick ‘thanks’ to you before looking away and writing down whatever was on the board.

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“you ain’t like other greasers, huh?” you asked JOHNNY. “what’s your deal?”

johnny stayed quiet, eyes as wide as saucers as you leaned over him, hands planted firmly on his desk.

“you mute?” you asked, a bit coldly as johnny flinched at your tone. you tilted your head as you tried to understand him. he wasn’t like that hood dallas winston, but he wasn’t like any other greaser you’d seen before.

johnny swallowed. “no..” he said. you were utterly beautiful. albeit, a social, you were quite the jaw dropper.

“then could you.. maybe help me with this?” your demeanor changed, probably because you had realize johnny was no threat despite being a greaser. a sheepish smile grew on your face as you flashed the worksheet in front of him.

“thought w’could negotiate. i help you with the readin’, you help me with the math?” you said, tilting your head once again as you pointed at the filled worksheet below johnny, but he wasn’t paying any attention to where your finger pointed, his eyes remained on you.

his eyes flickered across your face, taking in every blemish and ridge of it. he was mesmerized by you. but he was conflicted. he could never have a chance with a soc, so why dream?

but then again, johnny thought, something is better than nothing.

“‘course.” he said.

for now, he can only dream until he could muster up the courage to speak more than one word to you.

one day, johnny thought.

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“what’s the matter wit’you, dollface?”

“don’t call me that, hood.”

DALLY huffed, a tiny bit of smoke seeping through his lips from where a small opening lie where his cigarette was.

he had been following you around all day, bothering you on your way home. you held your books protectively against your chest, thinking for some reason he’d try and pull a move on you. he kept circling around you, like a vulture. “c’mon, jus’ one date.” he told you, hand coming to rest upon your shoulder before you shook him off.

you scoffed, “maybe in your dreams.”

dally tapped his foot impatiently as you stood in front of your house, a pristine exterior with some marble pillars. he knew it was a risk being on this side of town, but then again dallas winston was never much known for being safe.

“whatever, man.” he murmured. you winced as he threw his cigarette on your freshly cut lawn, and made his way back down the street.

your eyebrows furrowed as you watched him give up. you knew dallas winston as a greaser, a criminal, an asshole, and maybe a bit handsome although you’d never admit it. but you never once took him for a quitter.

you watched as he cockily walked down the sidewalk, hands stuffed in his pockets as he was on the lookout for any socs.

for some reason, you thought he’d try harder. did you want him to try harder?

no, you couldn’t’ve. dally wasn’t even worth your time. so why did he give up so easy? why did you wish he would’ve turned around, and kept bothering you?

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“c’mon pretty thing!” TWO-BIT shouted out at you. he had been throwing pebbles at your bedroom window, ultimately scratching the glass with the heavier ones but the thought was nice.

your bedroom was on the second floor, facing the backyard. so watching two at the ground, yelling for you at night while your parents were asleep? not a good look for you.

you held a finger to your lips as your eyes widened, quietly telling two-bit to shut up.

you don’t think he got the message though, considering his grin never left his face, and the bottle didn’t leave his hand either. he flashed you your favorite candy bar, and waved a hand at you telling you to come down.

you looked back behind you, and back at two, giving him a thumbs up.

you put on a jacket over your nightgown, putting your sneakers on and tip-toeing down the stairs and out the back door.

you saw two-bit, taking chugs of his drink before his eyes fell on you. “hey baby! how you doin’?”

“fine, before you woke me up.” you said to which he gave you a small hug, immediately warming you up with his body heat. he tapped the candy bar against your back, which made you pull away to grab it.

“snagged you a sweet.”

“snagged or stole?”

“same thing, ain’t it? now c’mon darlin’, we got a whole night ahead of us!” two-bit said, pulling you away and helping you jump over your fence, like a gentleman.

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“hey, y’mind passin’ me that wrench over there?” STEVE said, the creeper making a squeak as he rolled out from under the car and pointed you towards the clear drawers containing all the parts.

your face screwed up as you thought about all the dirt and oil that must be on those tools. you made a thinking noise, looking back at the drawers before steve tsk’ed.

“what? too worried about your purdy sleeves getting dirty from some oil?” he scoffed.

“‘m glad you think they’re pretty, at least.”

“just—! get me the wrench?” he said, brown eyes flickering up at you in your seat. “what’s the magic word?” you said, a grin resting on your face.

“i might as well go get it m’self.” steve started to roll the creeper further out so he could just get the tools on his own before you stopped him with a series of ‘no’.

“okay! just—,” you cringed at the plethora of rusty tools steve had im the drawers, and quickly dug through them. steve laughed as you shuffled through all of them, before whistling.

you turned your head towards him, only to find him waving the wrench at you with a shit-eating grin.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ skdeojejwsozskw i hope you guys like this, it took me like a day to concoct 😭😭

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[andraxicated]

Intimacy in all its forms

Pairings: ayato, heizou, albedo, kaeya, childe, scaramouche x f! reader

tags: fluff | highschool au! (currently reading seasons of blossom and i'm not okay)

a/n: this will probably be one of my last writings here before i'm once again swept up in school. this will be 3 parts with other characs!

taken from prompts here

pt. 2

Ayato | The intimacy of someone falling asleep next to you. On your shoulder. In your company.

—he was oh so capable. everyone admired and trusted him, he was all smiles to them and they'd worship the ground he walked on. he was good at everything; academics and athletics, student government positions, and work that seemed too much for one person. he handled it all like some kind of superman and you hated it so much. you hated how ayato promised he'd change his attitude when you're dating and he broke it—seeing him still handling paperwork when the sun was starting to set and the school was about to be empty.

"are you done?" you ask, leaning against the door to be met with his sorry eyes and words. "sorry (y/n), i'm about to be finished soon, you can go now if you want." what kind of question was that? of course, you'd stay with him.

you pull out a nearby chair and sat next to him, leaning closer and resting your head on his shoulder. "I can't have my afternoon nap because of you" you mutter before closing your eyes, hearing his hushed apologies that you inwardly groan to. and when you wake up, both of you go together in the darkened hallways hand-in-hand, passing by empty classrooms that you refuse to look at and ayato chuckles while glancing at you.

he doesn't call for a car ride when he's staying late, in fear of inconveniencing the family drivers but you tell him he's the only one who'd be inconvenienced commuting at a rush hour.

"how could I be inconvenienced when you're with me?" he says before yawning, a sign that he was about to succumb to exhaustion, and soon you feel a weight on your shoulder to see his blue hair nuzzling your face. ayato fell asleep on your shoulder as you held his hand, smoothing his knuckles over.

it was far from an uncomfortable silence. to have him resting on your shoulder, in your company, laying his guard down, and being vulnerable around you is enough to make your heart melt. you remember feeling something press against your head earlier when you were asleep on his shoulder, it felt like a kiss. and you know you'd always return the favor so you lean down a bit and kiss the top of his head, careful not to disturb him in this short slumber.

"take it easy sometimes, will you?" you whisper.

Heizou | The intimacy of “How did you know that?” “Because I know you.”

—you learned from the very start that heizou was a deductive person. it's like he knew everything as he was very quick to pick up on things. he even notices random stuff that you don't even know about. and all these little things he points out pile up and makes your heart flutter. you seriously think you're catching feelings and you hope this was one thing heizou won't know.

"you have something on your mind? you've been zoning out since earlier like your soul had flown out." he asks and you brush it off by saying you're just stressed from doing schoolwork. heizou won't pry if you don't want to tell him so instead...he's going to be the one to tell you something that's been weighing heavily on his mind.

it was just a peaceful day hanging out with him until he blurts out a confession out of the blue. "I like you (y/n)" he says and you're staring at him unbelievably with your eyes wide and mouth parted. he continues, "and I know that you like me too...at least from what I observed. turn me down if I'm wrong-"

"wait. how did you know that?" you cut him off. and you weren't even obvious with your crush from what you think. does he really know you that well to let you face your feelings for him?

"because i know you"

it had been bold of him to take that leap of faith to you. because there was that slight chance that he was just assuming and you only saw him as a friend. but his risk paid off knowing you all these years, staying by your side, and watching you fall for other people. for the first time, he chose to trust his guts rather than his mind. and it was rewarding to see you smile and hear your answer to his confession.

"once again you're right. i like you too, heizou"

Albedo | The intimacy of seeing someone’s unfocused eyes when they first wake up

—your eyes flutter open and the first thing you see is long lashes and striking tufts of blonde hair. you're curled up against the bed, a safe distance from this warm body and you haven't processed the information yet that your "classmate" is still here and you slept in the same bed together.

your parents are coming home today by the way.

you mutter a curse, soon realizing that the wet streets have dried and albedo is still here. oh my god. albedo! you wanted to scream but he looked so peaceful sleeping, you thought it would be a crime to wake him. but from your stirring and panic, you stop for a bit just to see his eyes flutter open, staring at the ceiling for a moment, revealing a lovely color of teal that soon moved to stare at you.

"good morning" he groggily greets and you say it back meekly. oh you've been a bad bad girl. when your parents are away from vacation, you invited your boyfriend to your house for a movie and cuddles since it was rainy season. turns out, you lead him to the bed for a continued cuddle session until you fell asleep.

you both sit up at the same time and you carefully watch what he does next. albedo looks at you as you flinch in surprise. "I should go now, you said your parents are coming back today, right?" you nod and he moves to kiss your forehead, feeling the warmth of his soft lips that closed your eyes. "I should've said no but unfortunately, I realized I couldn't resist you. I'm dating a bad influence." albedo says, playing with your fingers as you shake your head while giggling.

"let's have breakfast together first. then you can go after that, we have plenty of time." you whisper, kissing his cheek before going out of your room, feeling flushed and giddy from this intimate secret.

Kaeya | The intimacy of someone saying "Text me when you're home safe."

—"you don't have to do this", you shake your head looking up at him yet he gives you an easy smile in return. "this is the least I could do as your suitor." he insisted to wait with you at the stop until your transportation arrives. kaeya always made you feel safe and assured, he was constantly looking out for you. and before you go, he held your arm and said "Text me when you're home safe." so when you arrive, you let down your bag and pull out your phone to text kaeya.

"I'm home now! how about you?" you waited for a few minutes, growing worried until you see him typing a message that read, "home too. it's raining these days and it's going to be hard to commute. do you want me to give you a ride home starting tomorrow?"

you type in, feeling embarrassed yet he beat you to it saying "it's only for the rainy days. i hate seeing you squeezing against other commuters too."

yet he didn't say you'd see his brother too in the front seat with kaeya enthusiastically tapping the passenger seat at the back for you to sit in. it was very awkward in the car, proceeding to kaeya's smooth words that his brother lets out a groan every few minutes or so. you know it was his way of letting his brother know that he actually has a girl with him.

"hi can you please drop me off just around the corner? it will be fine thank you." you spoke to the driver with a smile and kaeya was confused as to why you wanted to be dropped off there.

"are you hiding something from me? a secret boyfriend coming over?" he teases yet he was quite nervous for the reason. you laugh it off, pushing him playfully before easing his worries.

"my parents still don't know about you, right? let's avoid any confrontations for now, I just don't want to be teased by my family that's all." you held his hand, giving it a little squeeze to see him break out in a small smile. "i'm not hiding something i swear! i'm serious about you. i like you kaeya!" if someone, even your neighbors saw this sleek black car parking in front and you coming out of it, it will certainly be the topic of gossip. you just wanted to avoid that.

"i know. i like you too. but was that your answer—" "ehem, (y/n) here we are. stay safe." diluc cuts him off with a cough, announcing your location and you pull away much to kaeya's dismay. you give him your brightest smile before shyly waving, thanking the brothers and the driver then got out of the car, walking to your house, knowing they're still there parked and watching you go in.

kaeya's phone beeps, a notification of your message saying, "I'm home! Thank you for the ride♡"

Childe | The intimacy of instantly recognising someone’s handwriting

—a piece of paper had found itself bouncing on your desk, all crumpled and white. you open it, not taking a glance at whoever behind you had thrown that but as soon as you open it you already know who it came from.

it was very evident from the handwriting, nice and clean but in terms of penmanship against other people you know, this person was on the middle tier. it was not something that gets someone to say "wow, your handwriting's good!" yet you loved seeing it anyway.

and you know he could see the corner of your lips rise from his view, it made him mirror the grin you so subtly hide in fear of being called out. you take a glance at the teacher before writing on the piece of paper.

replying to the message written, "Let's have lunch together :(( I miss you"

you write in, "Okay! And I missed you too even though we literally talked 10 minutes ago", you crumpled it back and threw the paper without looking, hoping ajax could somehow catch it.

have some faith in your boyfriend, would you? he's not part of the athletes if he's not that agile at catching. he secretly opens it and fails to hold back his chuckle that drew question marks above everybody's heads.

Scaramouche | The intimacy of answering the phone "Hey you."

—the phone rang, the door locked, and his heart fast as he was nervous about talking to you. pacing around, running a scenario of what would happen once you answered the phone.

scaramouche doesn't wait yet he finds himself wishing you'd pick up. but ultimately the tone ended without being answered and he was left with his screen showing a failed call.

he sighed, wanting to retire for the night until his phone rang once again with your name on it. he dives onto the bed to get ahold of the device and picks it up, speaking first as he always gets the first word.

"hey you"

"What's up?" he hated your dry reply. "What took you so long to pick up?" he wanted to know what kept you busy, didn't he tell you to always answer your phone when he calls?

"I took a shower and cleaned myself up. I'm literally in a towel. Why did you call?"

he didn't mean to do it but he immediately created a mental image of you freshly out of the shower with your hair wet and wearing a towel. the tip of his ears turned hot and he struggled to speak until you laughed over the phone and reminded him of what he was to you.

"hey boyfriend. you shouldn't be thinking of anything funny—"

"I wasn't!" he acted like a provoked cat as his shout tore that his mom shouted back asking who he was fighting. he was certainly fighting you and your schemes to get him all flustered, it worked though. and scara never changed, even after everything he always had the first word in calls. a "hey you" laced with unconcealed affection and a cheeky grin that follows.

[dira333]

When I felt like I was an old cardigan - Aomine x Reader

@shoulmate this was so much fun!!!

Your head’s pounding, the sliver of sunlight peaking through the blinds too bright for your eyes. You press them closed again, sink further into the bed. 

What happened last night? You had gone out with friends - if you could call them that already - only to end up at some house party with bad music and awful drinks. 

You remember Tano pressing a cup into your hands, the drink spilling onto your shirt.

“Drink up, buttercup.” He’d said, grinning in a way that made unease coil in your stomach.

“What is it?” You had asked, stumbling a bit when someone bumped into your back. More of the drink spilled onto your shirt - you should probably say goodbye to it now, those stains would never come out - and your hands and you sucked some of it from your fingers only to look up and come face to face with none other than the Aomine Daiki.

He looked hungry, in a way only he could. Like he was starving and you were the T-Bone he’d been dreaming about.

“Not cool, Bro.” You heard Tano say and turned your head, hoping it would get Aomine’s attention away from you.

“What?” You asked Tano and his head snapped back to you, his disgruntled expression morphing back into the smile you had learned to loathe. It never looked real and if you were being honest, it just made him look more like a Wannabe Tax Evader. 

“Nothing. How’s your Iced Tea?”

“It’s Iced Tea?” You ask and take a sip. It doesn’t taste like any Iced Tea brand you know but it’s good, way better than the awful bottle of beer Kaba-chan had urged you to drink earlier. Apparently, it made you look better to guys if you were drinking beer instead of Soda. One sip in you had decided that you’d rather look awful than drink any more of that piss-flavored stuff…

Something’s rustling next to you. A deep voice, gravely with sleep, cuts through the Silence. “Couldn’t you have slept a little longer?”

You shriek, try to move away but fail, your legs tangled in the blankets, your coordination way off. You land heavily, legs still on the bed, your ass on the floor. You can hear movement, and try to untangle yourself all while registering that you’re wearing your underwear - thank God - and a black shirt that’s way too big on you. Oh god, did you sleep with someone? Please don’t let it be Tano!

A head of dark blue hair pops up. You choke on your breath as Aomine glares down at you.

“It’s way too early for that shit. Go back to sleep.”

“I.” You peep. He narrows his eyes at you. For half a second you think he might have mercy on you, register how out of your depth you’re feeling, and show some compassion.

But no. With one swift motion, he puts his arm under your knees and pulls you up as if you’d weigh nothing. You swing into him, your chest colliding with his shoulder. 

You squeak helplessly, again when he drops down himself, pulling you with him.

His bed is soft, absorbing the impact of your fall. When you cautiously turn your head, Aomine’s eyes are already closed again. His hold on you has not loosened though, one arm still wrapped around your knees.

Does he really think you’ll just fall asleep again?

“There’s Aspirin on my nightstand.” He speaks up when you don’t stop staring at him. He’s got a ridiculously pretty nose, something you only notice now that his eyes are closed. 

You’ve always thought that his eyes were his best feature, a deep blue that you could get lost in. You’d noticed it the first time you’d crossed paths in the hallway but it’s not like you couldn’t have noticed. Not with the way everyone whispered whenever he was in the room.

Aomine Daiki, the Aomine Daiki, part of the Generation of Miracles, who had played in the famous Team Vorpal Swords. He could have gone Pro right after High School and the fact that he had decided to grace College with his presence still had many of your fellow students speechless. 

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“Did we-?” You ask, unable to keep quiet any longer now that his grip on you has loosened and you’ve managed to take the pill and drink half a glass of water. “Did we… you know…?”

“I don’t need to make people drunk for that.” He points out, eyes still closed. His brows are furrowed now and you wonder if he’s mad that you asked.

“Well excuse me that I asked.” You’re not in the mood to play nice with him. Not in a situation like this where everything is still pretty much possible. “But waking up in a stranger's bed without my clothes isn’t exactly reassuring. Not to mention that I don’t remember how I even got here.”

Aomine’s eyes open, lock directly onto you. Your breath catches a little at the sight, but you fight against the very real threat of drowning in them.

You don’t look away though, partly because you feel he wouldn’t take you seriously if you did.

He smirks. 

“You couldn’t hold your liquor. That guy you were with was trying to tug you outside, but you didn’t want to go with him. You made a mad dash through the house like a rabbit on speed. It was very impressive, especially after you slipped through Murasakibara’s hands like a wet snail only to clamber all over me. You puked all over my shirt.”

“I did not!”

“Did too.” He grins, ridiculous white teeth a stark contrast against his tan skin. Your heart beats so hard against your ribcage that you fear he can see it. 

“Okay, say I believe you.” You put on your best You’re-talking-shit-face. “What happened after that? My puking skills enamored you to the point you just had to take me home?”

“Exactly that.” 

You narrow your eyes and he laughs, that deep belly laugh kind that makes him look ten years younger and ten times more adorable. Which is weird, because Aomine Daiki and adorable should not appear in the same sentence together without the word “not” in between.

“Baka-gami was mad that you puked. He blamed me for it and kicked both of us out. I wanted to make sure you got home safe, especially because that guy you refused to go home with was still lingering around. But you weren’t willing to tell me your address. So I brought you here. You’re welcome.”

“And why am I wearing your shirt?”

“Because it’s clean and you were not. You’re welcome.”

You muster him for a second longer before you falter.

“Thank you.” You manage to get out and he nods, patting the mattress. 

“Good. Now get back to sleep. It’s way too early to be awake.”

“I could just go home.”

“Or you could take a nap. And then, in a few hours, when we both resemble human beings, we can go out for breakfast.”

You choke on your spit. “What? Why?”

He furrows his brows. “That’s not how you answer when someone asks you on a date.”

You’re slack-jawed now. This can’t be happening. 

Before he can say more you lean forward and pinch his cheek, hard.

He slaps your hand away, brows furrowed even more now.

“What was that for?”

“Just checking if you’re real.”

“I am real.”

“Well, now I know. But you’re probably still half-drunk from last night. That’s it.” You nod to yourself. “Residual alcohol. It’s okay. You can go back to sleep. When you wake up everything will be normal again.”

This could have worked. Maybe. With someone other than Aomine.

Seconds later you’re on your back, with him hovering above you.

He reminds you of a panther, that way, a giant, dangerous cat.

But there’s something in his eyes that suggests that you’re not the mouse in this equation. Not when he lowers himself, curls himself around you so casually, until his head is resting heavily on your stomach, a warm weight that won’t let you go anywhere in the next hours.

“I’ll explain later.” He grumbles from where he’s snuggled into your stomach. He yawns. “Just let me get some sleep first.”

Slowly, cautiously, your hands curl into his hair. It’s silky smooth under your touch and you drag your fingers through it, scratch at his scalp like you’d wanted to since you’ve met him - not that you’d ever thought htat dream possible. He groans into the touch.

Maybe, just maybe, you could take a nap like this. Just for a few hours. You didn’t have to be anywhere right now anyway…

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Kagami eyes you warily.

“Are you going to puke again?” He asks. You roll your eyes.

“It’s been three months, idiot.” You grumble, annoyed that he keeps bringing that up.

He smirks and steps aside to let you in. “Aho-mine, your girlfriend is here.”

“Slug-chin.” Murasakibara greets you first however, picks you up like you’re nothing more but a bag of his favorite chips. “Caught you.”

“Yeah, this time, big guy.” You pat his head for a second before he lets you down. “Where’s Daiki?”

“Mine-chin is fighting with Kise-chin.”

“Again?” You roll your eyes. “And Satsuki?”

“Not here yet. But Kuro-chin isn’t here either. It’s boring.”

“I know, I know. I’ll go check in on Daiki and then we can make something to eat. How does that sound?”

Murasakibara nods slowly, process your words.

“I’ll preheat the oven.” He leaves without another word and you snort at his antics before moving along, following the cursing and shouts to the living room.

You’re not surprised to find Kise dragging himself over the finish line. He might be good at everything, but he’s absolutely shit at Mario Kart.

“Hey Babe.” Daiki drops the controller and opens his arms for you, pulling you onto his lap the moment you’re close enough. “How was work?”

“Awful.” You curl into him and stick your tongue out at Kise when you notice him leaning in too, always craving attention even when he’s not deserving it. “I’m going to make some cake with Murasakibara. Do you want to help?”

Instead of answering he leans forward, digs his nose into your hair and inhales.

“Daiki? What are you- You ass!” You punch your fist against his chest but he laughs, a bellowing sound. Your ear hurts where he bit into it, the skin wet with his saliva.

“That’s so gross!” You grumble. 

He’s still laughing, hand pressed against his mouth as if he’s trying to stifle his amusement. He isn’t. You know he isn’t. But he’s distracted and you’re going to use this to your advantage.

After all, his neck does look especially biteable today!

My Kofi if you want to tip me

[cocteaucherry]

𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚 pt. 2

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮- 𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙨, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙙𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩

〘 tw- 18+ ,arranged marriages, geto being a dick, fem reader, naked geto, controlling geto, forced marriage, angst

𝙖𝙣- 〘I wrote this in a few hours but tyty for the love and support ily <33

taglist - @chigiii @certainduckanchor

you didn’t eat much that night.

The comfortable kimono you wore turned into your worst nightmare, you now found it itchy and suffocating. The purple and orange hues from the setting sun cascaded through the window painting the room in the slew of colors, you were really at your wits end.

You sat in your room for the past hour debating what you could do, you could run but they’d find and probably kill you.

You couldn’t fight him, he was strong and he didn't even use his technique. What really killed you was that you still found him attractive, aggh.. this fucking sucks.

You began to hastily pull apart the kimono, feeling the layers fall from you your skin felt like heaven but before you could fully relax you remembered. You have to tend to that fucking asshole for the rest of the night. You let out a guttural groan searching for comfortable clothes in the many drawers, you decided on shorts and a black tshirt.

A knock came to your door and just like clockwork you never get time to answer, the same woman who you learned was Manami held the same unimpressed look when looking at you. “Geto’s final meeting is almost done, he’s expecting you in his room.” She said plainly.

“Okay, I’m ready.” Your smile was so sweet it made her sick, “Yeah, yeah come on.” She ushered you out the room into the large hallway, the walk there was relatively silent until the barrier was broken. “I rarely speak to people of your status.” Yup, great way to start off. “But I am curious what’s so different about you.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t think I understand?” You raised an eyebrow questioning her, different? What did she mean different? ��I’ll know soon enough” she stated stopping in front of another large door, “Go ahead. She pointed towards the door and you nodded, clicking the door open. You stepped in softly pulling the door shut behind you, unsurprisingly his room was neat. The fabrics of his room were black or dark blue, you stared in awe rubbing your hands on the silky sheets, these were expensive for sure.

The dark wooden bedside cabinet caught your attention, you surveyed the area quickly before gently pulling the drawer open. Nothing caught your eye just books and notepads, you were about to close it before seeing the slight glimmer of a laminated photo peek from between one of the notepads. You pulled the piece from between the pages to reveal the photo.

It was a photo of three young highschool students. A beautiful girl with a short brunette bob, a cigarette perched between her lips, a bright white haired donned in sunglasses boy grinning gleefully at the camera and finally- wait, is that? The same amber eyes, the raven hair albeit longer now but more severe dark circles hanged under his eyes. When was this photo taken? And who were those people? You slid the photo back between the pages closing the drawer before the large oak door slowly opened.

Geto stepped through his face blank with emotion until he made eye contact with you, “Enjoying the space?” He asked, closing the door, the suffocating aura in the room only intensified as he stepped closer to you. “I want you to run my bath, you will be cleaning me after all.” He smirked beginning to slide his gojogesa off his abdomen, you felt your face heat up as you stepped around him making your way to the conjoining bathroom. You had to bathe him? How sick and twisted is he?!

“Vanilla scents!” He yelled from the bedroom, maybe you could drown him. You rolled your eyes walking towards the large tub, you bent your body turning the knobs watching the water gush down. Peering at the side of the tub you found the vanilla bath scent, huh bubble bath you wouldn’t have guessed. You poured the soap mixture in, placing the bottle back on the side of the tub.

You stood up turning your head to immediately be hit with the sight of your naked husband holding a large sponge in his hand, “Close your mouth you’re catching flies.” He simply retorted as he walked towards you handing the large sponge to you. You tried to control yourself, having to force your eyes to look anywhere, his body was scarily toned, he was hiding all of that under his clothes? His chest littered with small healed over scars but towards the center of his chest rested a large scar on the shape of an X, pretty specific scar.

“I’ll give you a question, I’ll answer.” Geto sighed, stepping beside you to swing himself into the large tub, the bubbles cascaded around him as he turned the faucet off. “Why do you hate non- sorcerers so much? The answer flew right out. He leaned forward wrapping his hair into a messy bun, “I find you to be useless, you stay on this earth to do nothing but grovel and produce problems.. sorcerers protect and all you do to repay them is create more mess.”

“But, that’s not fair.”

….

“Excuse me?”

You gripped the sponge in your hand as you felt a warm tear cascade down your cheek, “my whole life I’ve heard nothing but the same demeaning shit, how about you have some fucking empathy instead of shitting on me any chance you get.” A solemn silence followed after your words being broken up with your sniffles.

“I admire you.” huh?

You glanced over to his face, a sick smirk plastered on his face as he gleaned at you, “no one, not even my family speak to me like that.” He tilted his head as you sat at the edge of the tub, “I’d love to hear you talk some more.”

You sat and listened to Geto talk, you scrubbed gently at his back, your fingers would occasionally slip and touch his skin and goosebumps would appear accompanied by a small grunt. After the bath was done he wrapped himself in a robe walking back towards his room, he sat on the edge of his bed releasing his hair from the bun watching as his long raven hair fell around his body. “I think I owe you an apology..”

“Really?” You questioned raising an eyebrow walking towards his dresser, “not an apology.. maybe just I don’t know. This whole situation you’ve been put in, how are you not terrified?” He questioned pointing towards a drawer where you can find his sleep clothes, you opened it pulling out a pair of boxers and an oversized shirt. “I am fucking terrified, but I have nowhere to go.. I can't go “home” and if I leave here my clan will kill me. I’d rather take the insults than die.” You handed him his clothes, “Here you are sir.”

“Call me Suguru.” He took his clothes untying his robe, “O-okay..” you didn’t mean to stutter but for this asshole to actually be respectful was insane. “Don’t say it like that.” He murmured, sliding his sleep clothes on. He slid further down onto his bed letting out a sigh, “You’re done for the night you may leave.” You nodded reluctantly walking towards the door, as you began to open it a voice broke through. “Goodnight.” Suguru said.

“Goodnight.”

(Extras)

Suguru didn’t want to admit it, he wanted to love you, hold you and care for you. He couldn’t shouldn’t/strike have these emotions.

When your fingers touched his skin he felt like he was going insane, he was going insane when he told you to leave, he wanted you to stay he wanted to wrap his arms around you, smell your sweet scent and love and worship hou, he couldn't he shouldn't he can’t love someone like you.

𝙖𝙣- (I’m acc enjoying writing this I might make like 2 more parts to this <33 what do y’all think? <33

[just-another-fanfiction-writer]

"Let me take care of you" | Ominis Gaunt x fem!Reader | Oneshot

Word count: 4.3k

Summary: Today felt like you were jinxed from the gods and everything went wrong, but fortunately you have a boyfriend who loves to take care of you.

Warnings: smut (with a tiny but of plot), aged up characters, slight Dominis, cunnilingus, bj, p in v, rough sex, minors dni

I'm back, baby! ❤️️

Felt inspired to write a short little smut story with Ominis. 🥵️

"Could you handle me" part 3 is still in the works, but it's been very slow unfortunately! I'm quite busy and can't say when it's finished, sorry!!!

Hopefully this will suffice for the time being!

~Mia

The metal gate opened with a squeaking noise and rattled back down, after you stepped into the cold air of the Undercroft.

It slightly soothed your headache and sore muscles, but not as much as seeing your boyfriend relaxing on a velvet couch with a tome in hand and his wand in the other.

Ominis' blonde hair was pulled back as always, but wasn't as neat as in the morning, when you saw him for only a fleeting kiss to the cheek. His milky blue eyes were floating in a way just above the book he was reading.

It was a little quirk of his - whenever he tried to concentrate, his view would shift so he wasn't "looking" directly at it, but instead tilted his head forward or to the side, letting his heightened senses take over. 

This time he was concentrating on the whispers that ran through his body, when the tip of his wand hovered over the words of the page. He once explained it to you as pulsating whispers in the back of his head.

You could always listen to him the whole day, explaining to you how he sensed the world around him...or how he sensed you.

Sometimes he teased you about it, how you could never sneak up on him, because he'd smell you, before you'd even catch a glimpse of him. Or that he noticed the difference of your footsteps to every other student in Hogwarts. 

He even once claimed he could feel your very distinctive magical aura. Across the whole castle and sometimes even beyond the walls. When he needed to feel close to you, he honed in on your magic and let himself get drowned in your feeling.

Your heart never fluttered so much, when he admitted this to you one tired evening, wrapped around each other's naked limbs, sweat still glistening on both of your skin from previous activities. He whispered it into your hair, which he showered with kisses, while your nose was pressed against his pale soft chest and breathed in his intoxicating scent.

Remembering this brought a soft blush to your cheeks as you made your way over to him. But then the pounding of your headache came rushing back, reminding you of the horrible day you just had. With a groan, you let yourself fall onto the couch next to the Slytherin.

"Hey, Ominis", you sighed, rubbing your temples gently.

He looked up, a worried expression on his face, as he turned to you.

"Tiring day, love?"

His voice was gentle and soft, knowing how sensitive you were to sounds when you were this exhausted. Fortunately his voice was like honey, smoothing out any discomfort you felt throughout the day.

You reached out for the back of your neck, rolling around your head, feeling your tense muscles underneath your fingers. You groaned once more before answering.

"That's understated. Merlin, I never had so much bad luck in one day. Woke up with pain in my limbs from sleeping in a wrong position all night, brewed utter rubbish in potions class and almost lost to Prewett in DADA. But how was your day? I hope it was better than mine..."

Ominis closed the tome on his lap while listening to you and put it away onto the small table in front of the couch, together with his wand. He leaned back, calm as ever.

"My day was rather uneventful. But it has become way better, now you're here."

His sweet lopsided grin triggered a similar response from your mouth. The back of his hand gently caressed your arm, slowly trailing up to your shoulder and neck, his thumb adding some pressure.

"May I take care of you, my little dove? Take away all this tension in your body?"

You sighed, feeling a wave of relaxation wash over you.

"Yes, please..." You whispered, feeling Ominis' expert fingers pushing down on a quite sore muscle right on the edge between neck and shoulder, releasing some of the tension in your body, making you lean into his touch.

He grinned, loving the way you always seemed to falter when he touched you just right. And he knew your body better than his own, understanding every single twitch and shiver as a signal where you needed him most.

You let your boyfriend move your body, so your back was facing him and he turned his full attention to you. His hands softly ran over your shoulders, your spine and down to your lower back.

"Gods, you're stiff as a board, darling."

You only replied in an exhausted sigh, also feeling a little annoyed by the fabric covering your aching body. Without you needing to even open your mouth, Ominis started untugging your shirt from your skirt, pulling it over your head and gently placing it over the backrest of the couch. Knowing you well, he took off your bra, too, placing it with the shirt.

You grabbed a pillow, hugging it tightly, feeling goosebump covering your bare skin from the cool air in the Undercroft.

Ominis warm hands found their way back to your soft skin and caressed it with so much tenderness, it almost melted your heart. He slowly worked his way over your tight muscles and knots, loosening them bit by bit. He knew when to put more pressure on sore spots and when to soften his touch again to avoid hurting you.

It was pure bliss.

You sighed and even moaned from the way he touched you so perfectly. The troubles of the day just washed away and it was as if there was only ever this moment right now.

Ominis gave your left shoulder a peck, moving over to the right and doing the same. Then a soft kiss to your spine. Then one higher, right on your neck.

"Mhh, Ominis..."

You felt the smile playing on his lips, when he placed another kiss right to your hairline.

"Are you feeling good, little dove?"

"Yesss~"

"Good." He hummed lazily, rubbing your back with a bit more intensity.

You didn't know what it was...maybe just the fact of his hands on your naked upper half, his gentle kisses or his scent engulfing you entirely...but you noticed the sudden shift in the air.

And just the thought of his hands moving towards the front or down to your thighs made you moan a little louder.

"Hm?"

Oh, his voice was a lot lower...a teasing tone mixed into it.

"Something the matter?"

"N-no..." You stuttered, taking in a sharp breath, when his fingers trailed over your sides, coming dangerously close to your chest.

"Are you sure? You know darling...if there's any other way I can help you...relax, one word and I'll do it."

He whispered those words close to your ear, his hot breath fanning over your sensitive neck.

Your arm reached behind you, grabbing the back of the Slytherin's head, keeping him close as his lips connected to your burning skin.

"Oh, Ominis...mhhh...p-please..."

"Please what? Darling, you need to use your words or I can't help you."

You bit your lip, feeling heat traveling down between your legs and a different kind of knot forming in your lower stomach.

"Please, touch me more."

"More? Hm..."

His arms slowly wrapped themselves around your body, but only touching your stomach.

"Here?"

A small little whine escaped your lips and you knew he was playing with you. He always knew what you needed. Sometimes Ominis couldn't help himself enjoying how he had you wrapped around his fingers.

One of his large hands traveled up, cupping your breast and pressing each finger into it individually, making you breathe harder.

"Here? Or..."

You gasped when his other hand made it's way from your stomach down to your thigh, under your skirt and finally to your damp cotton underwear.

"...is this where you need me, love?"

"T-there..."

You shivered on your whole body and it took all of your strength not to crush your boyfriend's long delicate fingers, by pressing your thighs together. His warm body hugged your scorching hot back, his tongue licking up your pulse on your neck.

He then continued to whisper in a husky and hungry tone.

"Then why don't you lie down on your back? This way I'll make you feel even better."

Ominis held his arms around you in a way to support you when getting off of the couch, getting up himself. Somehow there was always an arm, a hand or a finger attached to you, as if not feeling you would break this connection he felt with you in those moments. It was endearing and arousing all the same.

And the way you already messed up his perfectly styled hair, was even more arousing.

You lied back down onto the old yet comfortable couch, already feeling way lighter than when you first came into this secret place of yours and the two Slytherin boys.

Ominis' porcelain hand ran over your side, over your thigh and back up, when he finally climbed over you, encasing you with his limbs. His lips hovered over yours, breathing you in for a moment, the hunger clearly visible in his face.

"You're so perfect, little dove."

The back of his hand stroked your cheek affectionately, before kissing you as soft as possible. It made your heart race and your cheeks blush in a deep red, that he could feel under his touch. 

His hand trailed down to your ear, then your neck with a featherlight touch, fingertips outlining your collarbone. At last he held onto your side, revisiting all those previous places with his perfect lips, kissing, licking and sucking. Even a loving bite was part of it. He knew how much you loved getting marked by him and he knew exactly where to place them, hitting every sensitive spot and pulling out small moans and whimpers out of you.

You closed your eyes, biting your lower lips, muffling your noises a bit.

Finally his lips reached their destination, licking tiny little circles over your hardened nub, while one hand took care of the other.

"Ahhhh...Ominis~"

"Relax, darling. Just let me love you."

His affectioned words whispered right over your nipple, made it perk up even more, the air being so cold. He continued circling and even sucking on your nub, making your back arch and hips roll.

There was a place on your body growing with heat and feeling neglected, desperate for some kind of friction and Ominis' knee was too far away to take on that job.

A chuckle rang in your ears, making you look down to your boyfriend.

Ominis knew exactly what he was doing to you and found great enjoyment in pulling out those sweet reactions from you. You let your head fall back onto the pillow, feeling a little embarrassed, how easy it was for him to do so. He only needed to say a word, blow a kiss against your skin or smile a certain way and you instantly crumbled.

"Don't worry, darling..."

He said, licking at your other breast and kissing it.

"...I will take care of you."

His hand from your breast glided over your thigh, reaching around and his fingertips almost touching your bottom, but instead they pushed your leg up.

His kisses traveled lower and lower over your abdomen to right at the edge of your skirt. He moved the fabric up, inspecting the damp cloth covering your aching cunt.

Ominis clicked his tongue, smirking to himself, when his fingers got another feel of this wetness between your legs.

"So wet for me already...such a good girl."

Another blush creeped up into your face, probably spreading across your neck and shoulders already, hearing Ominis say those words.

His long slender fingers wrapped around the waistband of your panties and gently slid them down your legs. You lifted them, to help him get them off.

But instead of throwing them to the side, he held the fabric to his face, taking in a deep breath and you watched him with big eyes.

"Merlin, you smell divine."

Instantly more heat and slick pooled in between your folds and your muscles in your legs tensed up, shivering in response.

"So sweet and inviting, dove. I need to taste you..."

With the lacy fabric now tossed to the side, Ominis nestled himself right between your legs, pulling you closer to his mouth by your hips.

"So perfect..." You heard him mumble against your folds, his finger running over them and spreading them apart, making you gasp and clench for a moment.

Your mewls and moans only spurred the blonde on and his tongue darted out, lapping up the juices that had gathered there.

"Oh, oh my...ahhh~"

You weren't able to muffle your moans anymore by biting down on your lips. You were afraid of drawing blood, cause you'd bit harder and harder with the way Ominis handled you.

"Yes, darling...let me hear how good I make you feel."

The tip of his tongue licked up and down your slit, circling the hard pearl at the top, earning more sounds from you.

You held onto the pillow your head was laying on and your other hand reached out for the soft blonde hair.

Ominis sucked deliciously on your clit, and his fingers teased your entrance. He licked them for a moment, before letting the first digit push into you. It slid in so easily that he didn't have to wait to push in the second finger.

"So needy and desperate for me, love."

"Hah hah, y-yes. Just for you..."

You breathed, having trouble to calm down.

As his tongue continued its ministrations on your pearl, his fingers started to move in and out, sometimes curling his digits inside you to rub against this sensitive spot.

It made you clench around him, the pleasure already feeling too much for you to handle.

"Oh, fuck. Feels s' good~"

With your words starting to slur, Ominis knew you were getting lost in the pleasure he gave you. Also the way you clenched even tighter around his fingers, making him struggle to keep up his speed, told him everything he needed to know.

"Fuck...you're so tight, dove."

It was turning him on so much, he did unconsciously rub his hardened member, still trapped in his pants, against the couch.

He put your trembling legs over his shoulder, reaching even further into you.

Ominis groaned against your cunt, the vibration bringing you close to the edge.

He licked you relentlessly, his finger pumping in and out of you in a quickened speed. Meanwhile your fingers tangled into his hair started pulling on them, trying to hold onto anything.

"Please, let me taste you. Spill on to me, my darling and let me drink you up."

Those words sent you over the edge, screaming his name.

His finger immediately retreated, replacing them with his tongue, so he could lap up all the juices spilling out of you. You tasted so sweet against his tongue, he felt like just cumming from this alone.

Your hips bucked wildly against him, feeling oversensitive with his tongue still licking you. It almost hurt, yet it felt so good, dragging out your orgasm even further.

After a while he slowed down, placing soft kisses on your thighs and waiting for your tremors to subside. Your breathing and heartbeat returned to something closer to normal and you slumped into the couch.

Ominis gently put your legs back onto the cushions, using his fingers and tongue to clean his mouth and chin, still covered in your spill. He leaned down to you, kissing you long and deep, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

Sitting back up, his fingers opened up one button after the other of his beautiful white dress shirt, that clearly had some sweaty spots now after his incredible work.

Your eyes found their way to the very visible bulge that formed on his pants. You bit down your lip and wanted to reach out, helping Ominis to get out of them, but he noticed your movement, grabbing your wrist with a scaring precision, before you were able to grab the fabric.

He clicked his tongue, shaking his head.

"I am taking care of you, my dear. Just relax and watch the show. I know how much you like watching me get undressed."

You blushed and hummed in agreement.

The blonde got up from the couch, standing next to you, where you could easily watch him. And you did.

You were completely mesmerized by him stripping down to his underwear.

His skin was so fair and like porcelain, constellations of beauty marks littered around his arms, chest, stomach and even his legs. For some reason you loved the one right by his nipple and the group of three on the inner side of his right thigh. Maybe it was the fact that only you were allowed to see them like this. Only you knew every last spot of his moles, just like he knew every little dimple of your body. He memorized your body like a map of his favorite place. It sure was his favorite place.

He could imagine coming back to it forever. Your body was his home...where he felt safe, loved and understood.

Just how you felt with him. Your heart grew and overflowed with love for this man standing in front of you.

"You are gorgeous, Ominis."

The smile on his lips was so beautiful and he genuinely seemed happy to hear you being so entranced by his body.

"Why thank you, love."

The outline of his underwear and the wet spot told you just how much, Ominis got turned on, eating you out. It wasn't the first time he did and he did tell you it was one of his favorite things to do, still it always surprised you just how much it affected him.

And how good he was at it.

You couldn't help yourself but to let one hand rest on your chest, softly rubbing over your nipple and the other play with the lips between your legs.

He stepped closer, his fingers playing with the hem of his underwear. You gulped audibly, your eyes fluttering down to his bulge. Your mouth watered at the idea of tasting him too.

There was just something so arousing about it.

"Can I, please?" 

You asked with almost an innocent tone to your voice. It made him groan and his dick clearly twitched underneath the fabric.

"If you ask so nicely, of course, dear."

Ominis finally pushed his underwear down, letting his erection spring free. It was leaking so much precum. You thought back, but couldn't remember if he was ever so hot and bothered for you.

His big hands wrapped around his cock, spreading the precum all over his length, pumping it a few times, before moving close enough to your mouth, so you could take him in.

You softly licked his tip first, from the slit up to the little hole that's still dripping. A few swirls around the red tip before you wrapped your lips around his length and bobbed your head down it, taking him deeper every other time.

Sinful moans and whimpers fell from the man, only causing your cunt to start dripping again, too and your fingers to circle your sensitive clit. Your moans that vibrated against his dick made it twitch wildly. It took everything in him not to cum into your mouth, even though you probably wouldn't even have minded, but Ominis still had other plans.

When you started to hollow your cheeks, sucking in his dick and grabbing his shaft and balls with your one hand, he had to push himself off of you. He was panting a lot, working himself back to reality, his dick glowing in a dangerous red.

"Fuck...love, you're too good. Merlin..."

You only giggled in response.

"This wasn't my plan, dear. This is still about me taking care of you."

"But I love making you feel good, too."

Ominis' chest shook with the soft chuckle from his lungs.

"You are an angel, dear. Don't worry about it...you will make me feel good, too, soon enough."

"Oh? What's on your mind, love?"

Ominis smirked and ran his hand over your knee, down your thigh and touching your hand, that was still working on your wet cunt. A finger was moving in and out, missing the way his fingers felt in there, as yours neither reached as far, nor filled you up so good. It made the man smile to feel you touching yourself.

"I guess you already know what's on my mind...seems to me you're all ready for me again, hm?"

He took your hand and lifted it to his mouth, licking your delicate fingers clean, while also pumping his dick slowly with his other hand. A breath hitched in your throat, feeling his tongue swirling around your fingers.

God, you loved this man.

Ominis climbed on top of you again, lifting your one leg over the backrest and holding the other with his hand. His erection already pressed against your wet folds, as he leaned down to kiss you passionately.

He moved against you, slicking his member with your juices.

Parting from your lips again, he swallowed thickly and furrowed his eyebrows, the desperation to feel you completely clearly written on his face.

"Are you ready, dove?"

"Y-yes. Please make me yours."

You didn't have to say it twice. He pushed his prick inside your entrance, making sure to take it slow as it was quite larger in size and girth than his fingers earlier. But he slipped in easily with all the slickness between the two of you.

A long low growl rumbled in his chest, when he bottomed out.

"Gods, you are so tight. So fucking perfect for me."

Whenever he cussed like that, you knew he was losing his self-control. He was always a gentleman and so eloquent, but in the bedroom, when your legs were wrapped around his waist, he always lost it.

You hummed in anticipation of his first slow thrust, but suddenly he pulled out and pounded his dick back into you, making you cry out.

"Fuck, I'm sorry." He whispered, his forehead leaning against yours. He could feel the creases on yours from the painful sound you just made.

"No, no." You immediately replied, taking his cheek into your hand. 

"Do it again please..."

His eyes widened in surprise for a moment, but then he did as he was told, pulling out and quickly shoving his cock deep inside you again. This time, being prepared, your cry sounded more like one of pleasure, as it burned your insides so perfectly.

Ominis started a slow but reckless rhythm, pounding his cock into your tight cunt, making you mewl and whimper, your arms wrapping around his back, nails digging into his skin.

You felt so incredibly good for him, the sting of your nails only adding to this primal urge he felt deep in his abdomen, to break you apart with his cock.

"I love you, Ominis."

Those sweet, sweet words tore away any restraints he still had and he picked up his speed, lifting your leg higher, to go even deeper. Your cries got higher too with every thrust of his hips.

His cock pushed right against this perfect spot inside you, where you could only clench around him and moan even louder. His almost bruising strikes against it, so deep inside, were precise and calculated. Even with him losing his self-control, pleasuring you was just natural for him and by gods, you were a complete mess beneath him.

You edged closer and closer, the new knot in your stomach close to painful. Your boyfriend's name became a mantra, as if it was the only thing your mind knew anymore.

You were all surrounded by him, his wet skin slapping against you, his sweet scent engulfing you completely and his even sweeter sounds tickling your shoulder.

Ominis mouth just hung open, breathing hot against the crook of your neck, as he completely wrecked you with his speed and size. When his one hand came down to rub the perked little pearl right above your entrance, it pushed you right over.

You came with loud and lewd noises, your legs trembling, toes curling, your eyes rolling back into your skull and with a few more skillful thrusts, Ominis fell over the edge as well, emptying himself deep inside you.

You felt yourself float off of the earth...just complete bliss.

You held Ominis close, making him float with you, kissing him messily. Some kisses were more on the cheeks than on the lips, but he didn't mind. He just did the same.

Slowly but surely you two came back down, reality creeping its way back into your minds.

Carefully Ominis pulled out, leaving you feeling empty, but he instantly pulled you into him again, holding you close, as you two shuffled around, to make you lay on top of him. Your limbs wrapped around each other and Ominis peppered your head with kisses, his hands caressing your arms, while your head was close to his chest, listening to the calming beat of his heart.

"I love you, too."

You looked up at your Slytherin and just smiled. He looked so exhausted and still absolutely relaxed and happy.

"I hope you're feeling just as good as I am feeling now."

"Even better, love. Even better."

You whispered against his lips, giving him a long and loving kiss.

[mahiiimahiiii]

office hours

a/n: rizzard in his happily married middle aged glory, God dropped this plot in my head. finally posted, sorry for all the teasing. '

Cw: fear of voyeurism (and kind of like threatening it??), named tav, dw the door is locked, off-hours fantasy, gale is a bit chunkier, rizzard in his middle aged glory, notes on tav still looking young, (not similar life spans), lunch, notes on tav being a brown person, worship, uncomfortable (yet satiating) sex, sloppy as hell sex, breeding, notes of pain from cervix, squirting, ear play, vers gale, spit for lube (and the soreness that ensues), gale wears glasses, he also wears sock garters, I have a vision ok…….., whispering & dirty talk.

(Tav is a teifling with brown skin and some vitiligo pigmentation, she has curly hair that forms a little halo around her head, bangs with side pieces that fall longer than her typical length of hair. She is a bard!)

read here, or under the cut!

The halls of Blackstaff were magnificent as always, perfectly so. Decorated with filigree and the faint shimmer of enchantment. The halls were harder to navigate, ever turning, and ever changing.

This made delivering lunch weekly on your day off mostly difficult. Your husband, the wonderous gale of Waterdeep- or perhaps now, just professor Dekarios. he had said ‘just will the path into existence’, which you earnestly thought was stupid.

You had always been practical with magic, being a bard helps with that. But you stressed slightly, how many hours, perhaps minutes did he have left to eat and relax. And how many minutes would you have left for chores, and dinner prep.

Busy, busy, busy. Never a dull moment.

A sigh of relief left your mouth as you found his lecture door, his soothing voice echoing out in waves from the crack. Still in lecture! You gingerly slipped through the door, careful not to let the hinges creak behind you. Chalk tapped against the chalkboard as he sipped gently at a mug of tea and cleared his throat continuing with his speech. His hair was thrown back into a loose half up and down messy bun, staticky hair poking and prodding out like new spring buds. He wore a new suit vest, a stripped pattern with an argyle tie, and a light blue button down, paired with the same-colored magenta slacks. His tie pin was one of a crescent moon, (he had been on a theming kick recently). Today was on magic in other areas, written on the board were a

couple pooled questions by the students. Does music automatically equal magic? How do paladin oaths work? Is It possible for magic to be innate?

He finished off his mug tapping at pages to read on the board, waving off the students and their cloaks that looked way too large for them. A stream of bobbing heads, ears and horns followed out the door. You had to maneuver around the groups of students, slowly moving their way out, a few stragglers lounging around the professor’s desk.

“I hope I’m not too late- “you approach him, setting the tin of food wrapped in a handkerchief onto his desk.

He beamed when he laid eyes on you, cheeks flushed a rosy hue. “you’re right on time, I’ll see you in the office, I just need to help a student with a spell pronunciation- then I’ll be with you.” He caught a finger under your chin, kissing your brow. His breath smelt of an earthy green tea, sweetened with honey, and the zeal of lemon juice that followed. He turned his back to you, helping the student to write it out phonetically. You heard his bright praise as the thick office door closed behind you.

The office- you remembered dearly, you helped assemble. A room with high ceilings, decorated with diagrams of spells and sheet music. One wall was clad with photos of his family, a portrait of both of you front and center. Small linocuts of your companions sat on a bookshelf nearby, as well as tomes discussing your previous acts, which he so proudly showed off. He had asked for a new cupboard to house all sorts of dried teas, which he unhinged the doors of and installed onto the walls, framing them with delicate laces. It mirrored a little alchemical shop. The walls were a cozy and warm purple with white and brown accents. He had a little hearth and big windows facing the bay, a window ajar, the new tressym kitten may have gone out exploring. Tara the second, Gale called her.

The door creaked open as you admired the wall of portraits, you jumped within your shoes, tail swishing in a slight panic.

“I’m sorry little love, have I frightened you?” he kissed your shoulder, wrapping his arms around your waist and swaying gently. His lips found their way up to the shell of your ear, nipping it gently. He spun you around, taking in your new sundress, yellow with pops of white blooms, a pair of lacy socks and brown kitten heels to match.

“You look positively divine- are you sure there wasn’t other intentions behind this?” he cocked a brow, the settled in features of his face creasing with mirth.

You’ll be completely honest with your feelings, jobs, children, life in general has led you two apart. Intimately it seems-

This you had no problems with, as gale had all the love in the world for you. He made sure to show his affections readily and often- with you in turn.

To this- you sheepishly nodded, tucking a curl behind your ear. “Perhaps there was motive… if you’ll oblige me of course.”

Something new swirled into his eyes, a fiery spark of desire. He cracked a grin turning heel to the door. “Shame lunch will be spoiled then; I do have an appetite for something else in mind. And I wouldn’t be a smart man to waste an opportunity like this.” With a quick flit of his fingers a secure spell of arcane lock was cast. His lashes dropped in amusement, striding over and draping himself over a dark velvet fainting couch near the small hearth of the room.

You bent down, unlacing the leather straps around your ankles and stepping out of the heels, setting them down beside his desk. He mirrored you, taking off his tanned loafers and crystalline spectacles.

“You look rather dashing today, I had meant to tell you before you left for work.” You glided over to him, tail wagging as he made space for you to settle into his lap. You clambered over him, your limbs not as refined and delicate in their actions as they once were. You settled into his lap, conscious of the warm throb in his pants. You quirked a brow, as he ground up against you his hands cupping and fondling your ass.

“Already my love?”

“Already…” his words were feather light, a wonky smile plastered on his place. “I am always ready for you.”

You bent over cupping his chin, thumbs and fingers running over the rim of his ears. He groaned gently into your mouth, his lashes fluttering. His hands wove into your hair pulling you close, one leg bouncing against the floor. You hummed, rocking your hips in time with him, the sensation felt delicious on your neglected clit. You ran your tongue against his lip, he bucked his hips in response- mouth falling open sightly. You ran a hand through his messy hair gripping the base of his waves eliciting a whine from his lips. You connected panting mouths again, warm groans spilling into your mouth as you found a rhythm of pressure. His hands settled and gripped your thighs, pressing your warmth onto him for stimulation. You ran a tongue along the indents of his teeth and the ridges of his mouth, the kiss became sloppy as you gently sucked on his tongue.  He broke away, hands shuffling to unbuckle his taught pants. He paused, watching you remove the flowing dress revealing the lacy blue set of underwear, completed with pink ribbons near the ruffles.

He sighed, shoving down his pants and taking off his sweater. He bemusedly slowed down catching your eyes as he slowly undid his button-down shirt.

A whine caught in your throat, crawling towards him- shuffling his hands away to undo his buttons. Once partially removed your ran a hair through the swirling patterns of hair on his chest.  You fit yourself into his neck, kissing the shell of his ears, nibbling and biting at his lobe. He shuddered, his hands going back to busying themselves to filling with your form. You kissed down his chest biting at him with your sharpened teeth, he squirmed under your touch- his hand gripped the back of your curls.

You glanced up catching his eyes, he nodded. You unlaced his boxers which crackled at your touch, tugging them off his legs and tossing them somewhere. You exhaled, tail thumping against the cushions in slight excitement. Gale pursed his lips and averted his eyes, pink warming his already rosy cheeks. You kissed down the happy trail that lined his soft stomach, inhaling the scent of him contained by his skin. Rose water, oak, pine and musk, he smelt wonderfully fresh.

He was slightly self-conscious of this newer version of him, a body softened by age like a ripe peach. You thought it fitting- the softness of course- he aged well. You cupped his sides, squeezing them gently. “Have I ever told you how gorgeous you are?” you ask softly.

“Many times-why do you ask?” he quirked a brow.

You shrug, lifting his thighs around your hips, giving them a firm squeeze again. “Thought I’d remind you.” You mold to his body, thighs rubbing together adding pressure to his already neglected member. Your lips mark their place down his neck, staining his skin a soft pink from your lip balm.  You made your way down again, making sure your lips marked every surface of his skin. His hips strained for movement but found none to meet it.

You marred his inner thigh with bite patterns, his skin breaking into patterns of pink and red. Your tongue ran its way up his perineum sending flames to his stomach, a squeeze to his heavy sack had him tensing beneath you.

Your nose buried in his happy trail once more- you let out a contented sigh.

His hips bucked slightly his cock tapping your chin. “My dear- be kind please- “

You grinned “gale, I don’t intend to be kind- perhaps I’m trying to enable your behavior for later.”

He let out a strained moan, his lids scrunching shut. “God id like that so much- please- “

“Like what now gale?” you teased pinching the head of his pink cock, rolling the skin up and down.

His hips strained again, a low hiss through his teeth. “Gods, you know- I don’t want to spell it out, hells.”

You stopped your slow steady strokes to kitten lick the head of his member, his fists began to clench and unclench. “I’d like to hear what you’d like, professor Dekarios. Lecture me- if you will.”

He swore under his breath one open, “you-!” his chest heaved, trying to buck his hips up from under your heavy hand. “Fuck- fine- I want to be in you- I want you to bloat with my seed. Gods-! Want everyone to know your mine- so help me- going to fuck you over my desk-.” His breathing was labored, his thighs clenching under you. His eyes went wide as he covered his mouth, poor gale was surprised by even his own vulgarity.

“you’d like to try for another child Mr. Dekarios?” you squeezed his balls sucking gently on his inner thigh.

“By the weave-! Yes-!” he sounded exasperated, his lip quivering.

“Very well, you’ve been good. I suppose you’ve earned your treat” you lowered your mouth onto him, a groan rolling through his throat. You dragged your tongue against his skin, the salt refreshing to your taste. You found the small spot on his head and rolled your tongue against it. His hands shoved down your head, burying your head into the patch of curls framing his cock. He shuffled his hands moving to your horns squeezing and fondling the base ridges. Your moan reverberated around him, he lifted his hips, the garters that held his socks squeezing the meat of his thighs.

You tapped his hip, the wizard’s grip loosening from your roots. The air around you smelt like him, you sputtered a little coming up for air. His face was flush, lips gently parted in gasps for air, curls clinging to the sides of his face. Gale’s eyes, taken over by the darkness of his pupils, held only desire and need.

You cupped his ass, a growing grin on your face as your lips found his length again. He rolled his hips up, thighs snapping like a steel trap around your head. Youd hope that perhaps you’d die this way, buried in your lovers’ thighs. A heel to your back cuts off some oxygen making your head spin. You glance up at him, his eyes pressed shut in focus. You hollowed out your cheeks, taking him further into your mouth, feeling the muscle in his thighs tense at the sensation.

“li’ia- “he gasped “my darling- I’m certainly close- I’d feel bad if you didn’t have your fun as well.”

You let out a muffled acknowledgement.

His legs loosened around you, his hand gently rubbing at the sore part of your scalp. Your lips leave with a soft pop, lip balm well and truly smeared against his skin. He hissed at the cold, maneuvering around you to stand up.

“Desk.” His voice slightly roughed as he commanded. He followed you, catching small kisses on the back of your spine. He sighed happily as you bent over the desk, almost like a planned muscle memory. Gale’s knees popped as he knelt, tugging down the delicate lace of your underwear. He maneuvered to rest in the space between your hips and the desk. The professor tapped a leg to push up on the desk, giving access for him to be nestled into the wetness of your cunt. His tongue lapped a stripe between your folds, he shifted one hand on your thigh the other groping needily at his cock. You watched him work, hand steadying yourself on his desk. A framed page of your journal that you gave him of the two of you rocked gently against the desk.

Gale hummed, his lips buzzing around your clit, nipping at the bud carefully. His tongue dipped inside of you, laying it flat against your core to rock at an easy pace. He nipped the inside of your thigh, signaling his contentment. you lifted your leg out of its slowly cramping position, setting it on the floor. The wizard made his way up your body, hands squeezing and fondling anything it could touch, his lips placing gentle kisses up your stomach.

“Come- sit upon your bone throne.” He chuckled at his own bad joke, sharing a cheeky grin with you. You tucked a stray strand of hair behind his ear, kissing the tip of his nose.

“Someone with a lovely pair of thighs must sit for that feat to be achievable.” You pressed against him; his member throbbed in the small amount of space between your stomachs. The pads of his fingers trailed over your skin as he walked past. Seating himself with legs spread for better access to him.

You settled on his thighs, spitting a couple of times into the palm of your hand. The mixture of slick and spit in your palm coated his twitching member, running and cupping your hand against his length, he let out a low warble. Carefully, and as delicately as you possibly can manage, you lifted your hips and guided his tip to your awaiting entrance. He held his gaze in your eyes, both of his hands supporting your hips.

You lowered.

A brilliant flare of fireworks went off inside your head, the heavens parted for some foggy clarity of how neglected you were. Your walls stung and clenched protectively at the stretch; gales hips quickly snapped upwards out of reflex adding to the tinge of pain at your core.

You held a hand on his chest and tears pricked at the corner of your eyes, “hurts- hurts.” Your tail strained behind you, every part of your muscles tensing.

“Come here- “he wrapped an arm around you, sheltering you with his arms, your nose found the notch in his neck and pressed small weepy kisses into it. His thighs flexed under you, impatient, but concerned at the hurt that he may have caused. He kissed the crown of your head, rubbing at your back in slow motions. “Let me remove this off of you” he whispered; words filled with reverence. You rocked your hips back, a pressure shifting to nestle itself under your bladder and against your cervix. Gale hooked his thumbs underneath the hemline of your cotton bralette.

“I like these- where did you get them? Lovely color too, suits such pretty brown skin. Then again, my star, you look delicious in any color.”

“I do find that reds make me look too red though.”  She hummed thoughtfully, “in Mephistopheles, it is better to wear blue. Within infernal societies we tend to note our heritage by the color of our skin. I often get mistaken for a teifling from Avernus if I wear red.”

“Blue doesn’t look as lively on your pretty face.”

“Oh shush. The recommendation was from a lovely spawn, who recently moved to the underdark.”

“He didn’t move until now? It’s been ten years!”

“He had to convince his partner, my love. Halsin doesn’t want to live without sun so easily. He sent me an assortment of things, new fabrics he said.”

“Perhaps I have let him in too much on my fashion tastes. Never again will I gossip with Astarion.”

“A wise decision, that one.” You chuckled.

He tentatively rolled his hips as a retort, hands finding the swell of your breasts. His head nestled in the crest of your chest, hands cupping your chest, fingers nimbly pinching your nipples. Your thighs tensed again, another, but thankfully smaller ping of pain emanating through your lower abs. “Would this be more preferable?” the pads of his fingers brushed against your throbbing clit, sending little electric sparks to your toes. Your exhale told him all he needed. He curled an arm around your waist, throbbing inside in tandem of your clenching walls. He pinched and massaged the mound, your tail beginning to wag. Your core warmed to him, the stretch and pain completely vanishing. He slowly rocked his hips, a hand cupping your ass,

reclining against his chair, his eyes all but rolling into the back of his head. “Gods…” he whispered. “Oh, how I long for you… oh how much I wanted this.” Words burbled from his lips, slightly incoherent. “Gods, if any of my colleges caught me like this- I would be fired for sure-! Oh, but they would truly witness what a goddess looked like.”

“I can’t grant you powers gale.” You chided, though secretly flattered. “I would gladly worship you instead of Mystra…my devotion- its eternally, irrevocably- only yours. God if they could watch, only to witness your own glory.”

“it’s a good thing I offer my light to you, beloved.”

“Oh, it’s such a good thing indeed. A little part of me wants to show those who would witness us what it looks to worship- what it means to be- utterly devoted.”

“My dearest gale- you are babbling nonsense; may Cyril bless you with the wit and constitution to say something meaningful.” You tease, adding a playful roll of the hip.

He rolls his eyes, aiding the lift of your hips up and down his length. “With you I forget myself, we are a one connected entity. You are my lifeblood.”

“You say such sweet things” you capture his chapped lips in a kiss, the rolls of your hips and the slick pooling at the cleave of his ass wrecking an echoed cacophony in the padded room. He pants into your open mouth, his hips pacing varying from quick snaps to slow languid thrusts into your warm and waiting walls.  The wizards’ fingers rubbed against your clit in circles, pressing the rest of his fingers into your lower abdomen to stabilize his wrist.  His fingers buzzed with a slight enchantment that he rasped into your mouth in-between nibbles and kisses.

You kissed his crows’ feet that crinkled around his eyes, the furrows of his brow from focus, and the mismatched dimples in his cheeks. The curl that settled itself in the middle of his forehead bobbed gently.

“Do you want me to-?” he stammered, biting down on his lip. He was close, his hips jumping at the chance to be fully sheathed inside of you. “I wanted to- if you’d like- I know we’re getting older, but I don’t think just a cat- would be my desire... to propagate- “he continued to babble. “My mother would- greatly appreciate, a child- from her only son.”

“She isn’t satisfied with a cat?” you pretend to be against between hearty sighs.

He bit his lip again, his eyes closing, overstimulated by the sensation of how tight you were around him. You braced his shoulders for better leverage, his head hit the back of the chair, gasping out for release. You felt the knot in your stomach tighten, bumping your hips into his vibrating fingers.

“Hells- yes- id love that- Gale I’d love to be a parent with you. There is nothing that would make me happier- “he cut you off, shoving your hips into him, fully sheathed he could finally combust within you. His lips found yours for a feverish kiss, wrapping his arms around you. You ran white hot in your core, a series of fire rockets blasting off in your loins, sending dizzying signals into your head. It was like he cast cloud of mist into your head. He rocked his hips a couple of times, your walks milking him of cum. Ropes of cum spent directly into your awaiting womb. Another flash of heat, you felt a deep pressure release onto his hips below.

You press your foreheads together, exhaustion seeping into your bones.

“Can you take the day off- “you murmur into his skin, a soft sinking feeling inside of you as he went soft. His seed within you dripped out and mixed with the rest of the liquids pooled in the seat.

He snuggled himself into your shoulder, watching your tail wag idly. He finally sighs, “I have classes in thirty minutes or less…but! You are welcome to stay in my office until you feel better.” He chuckled softly “earnestly, I’m not entirely sure I want to get up. My hips hurt.”

“You poor thing…” you kissed the crown of his head, scratching small circles into the back of his head. “Let’s get you cleaned up then- I’m certain we made a destructive mess.”

“No mess can withstand the realms of magic.” He puffed his chest out with pride.

You glared at him slightly, though you gave in and finally patted his cheek. “Fine, do your magic.”

He pumped the air summoning things to help clean up. With you, he took the utmost care.

[777gojosgf]

BUT IT’S GOLDEN…

777GOJOSGF IS TYPING…

777gojosgf: anxious!reader x satoru gojo

IN WHERE ::

reader lets the anxious thoughts get to her head and asks gojo for reassurance.

based on: daylight by taylor swift.

YOU MADE GREAT effort to resist overthinking, but it was impossible. you were always plagued by the unsettling thought that you weren’t worthy of him. if there existed someone superior than you.

funnier.

prettier.

god, satoru gojo could have anyone he wanted. why would he want you?

you sighed in frustration and sat down next to the white-haired man on your shared apartment’s couch. satoru recognizes that sigh from anywhere, so he puts his phone down the moment he hears it. his blue eyes were full of curiosity, and you can barely avoid being lost in them.

those same exact eyes was the reason you were right here, in this exact apartment next to the person your heart beat solely for.

the years of groveling when you were still students at jujutsu high. once satoru gojo saw you, there was no getting away from him. he was obsessed with you because you were so alluring. the way your eyes lit up when they laid on him, the way your cheeks flushed when he got a step too close. the way your hair always fell exactly into place, and how he managed to perplex the one person who always knew how to bite back.

there was no denying that you were utterly, immensely and hopelessly in love with satoru gojo.

despite this, you still couldn’t help but wonder why it was you he liked. why he even stayed?

satoru’s brows furrowed as he swiftly reached for your hand and brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. “talk to me pretty, what’s up?” his voice came out soft yet worried, and all you wanted to do is scoot closer and fall into his embrace.

you felt small in that moment, childish even. it was absurd to think that you were burdening people by even experiencing these kind of emotions, but this is exactly how it felt. you’re not bothering anyone because you’re anxious, right?

maybe it was the people-pleaser side of you. the one quality you despised— constantly feeling bad about how you feel. how, in order to keep them from leaving you, you would set aside your emotions for theirs. satoru was aware of your behavior and, in some way, encouraged you to voice your opinions while assuring you that he wouldn’t become upset.

satoru gojo had no clue that such a small action healed the inner child inside of you.

“i— i don’t understand how…,” you began, voice quiet and trying to ignore the voices inside of your head that were yelling at you for being dramatic. “or why, you like me.”

“why i like you?” satoru repeated the question, his thumb brushing over the knuckles of your hand, holding it close to him. “that’s because i don’t.” your eyes widened at that, and your mouth stood agape. did he actually just confirm your anxious thought so carelessly?

“i don’t like you, y/n. i love you.”

your mouth was shut, and your gaze was drawn to his. you appeared frail and small. the polar opposite of what everyone else saw in you. you came across as strong, independent, and fierce. however, everyone has a sensitive side. that side, on the other hand, only appeared with this specific man. and he was aware of that.

“but why? i don’t get it. you could have anyone you want-“

“i want you. why is that so hard to believe? you are the one i have been in love with for many years. don’t you remember fourteen year old me absolutely embarrassing the shit out of myself just so you would look at me?”

your lips quivered at that, the memory resurfacing in your mind. it brought back memories of when your friend group was still together. when things weren't as serious as they are now.

“i liked you back then, did you know that?” you brought up, a soft smile displayed on your face. satoru barely acknowledged your words, engulfed by the smile on your face. his heart raced faster knowing he had been able to bring that lovely smile to your face. “wait— really?”

“really.”

"so how come you are wondering now why i like you?" his question lingered in the air, and he gently lifted you onto his lap with his hand on your hip. you were now straddling him, but the intimacy was not one of the inappropriate kind. it was actually filled with affection. your eyes looked at his lips before finding his again.

“sometimes i just wonder— why me? you know? you’re handsome, funny, could get anyone you want…” you stated off the reasons why you found it hard to believe he actually found interest in you.

“you find me funny?” his cocky question made you roll your eyes and lightly slap his arm. “that’s not what this is about.”

“i know, i know.” he started, his hand now playing with your hair as his other softly rubbed your back. “i love you because you’re you. because you’re the only one who knows me, who actually took the time to understand me. when you look at me, you don’t just see me. you can see through me. you care more about others than yourself, always putting their needs in front of yours. you don’t just have a beautiful face, but also are beautiful within.”

you swore you could feel tears swelling up in eyes and you bit your lip, allowing yourself to lean into him as your soft lips pressed against his. you pulled away but he slightly hungrily went in for just one more.

“and you have great bazookas.”

somehow, a laugh escaped your mouth and your head rested on his chest. you kept giggling before looking at him with those eyes of yours filled with adoration. “you’re such an idiot sometimes.”

“yet you love me.”

“and that i do, satoru gojo. that i do.”

you once believed love would be black and white.

but it’s golden.

[magewritesstories]

James Potter // I Love You

summary: The three times James Potter tells you he loves you, and the one time you say it back. TW: mentions of fighting, James being James and not taking no for an answer (not completely creepy though), and alcohol consumption note: I love this man, and this aesthetic

The red and orange leaves crunched under your feet. It was the first week back at Hogwarts, and also your first Care Of Magical Creatures class.

 The schoolyards smelled like rain after a long dry season, and it was just warm enough for you to dress in a comfortable white cardigan— made of wool because it’s still winter in England— and your white maxi skirt which had a pink flower print.

You closed your eyes, taking in the peace and quiet. It was 8:45 in the morning, and most classes didn’t start until 9:30, so there was barely another student in sight.

“Hey!”

You instinctively rolled your eyes at the sound of the voice behind you. You pivoted, fully-facing James, and you gave him a tight-lipped smile, “Hello, James.”

The brunet grinned at you, “Hey, [Y/N], so, have you made up your mind yet?” he asked, sheepishly rubbing his neck.

You raise an eyebrow at the question, “I thought I was pretty obvious last night James, remember when you decided to declare your love for me during dinner?” the 13-year-old shrugged, “Well, I just thought you were a bit vague is all.”

“ “When pigs fly” is vague?” You asked incredulously, but before he could reply, “Well, let me be more clear: I, [Y/N] [Y/L/N], will never go out with you.” The boy laughed, “Never say never, darling.” You rolled your eyes, turning back, “Whatever, Potter.”

“But I love you!?”

“Too bad!”

You sighed twirling your pink pen in your hands. Spring of ‘74 had decided to be unbelievably nice. There was a cool breeze ruffling through your hair, as you sat under a large willow tree trying to finish your arithmetics notes.

All your friends still had classes— since they all had a different schedule than you— which meant you were sitting alone, wracking your brain and regretting your decision of picking this over divination

At least Trelawny gave out sympathy P’s...

“[Y/N], my darling, treasure of my heart, how are you on this fine day?” James asked, loudly announcing his presence. You sighed, letting your head fall. Great, first Professor Fahey was giving you a hard time and now this guy.

“Amazing, until you came along.”

James let himself fall down onto the blanket, hand over his heart, “You wound me, my love,” He sighed, dramatically, “Why do you hurt me, when all I do is love you?”

“Leave me alone, James.”

“Never, [Y/N].”

You buried your face in the pages of Arithmetics For Dummies, half out of annoyance, and half as an attempt to hide your blush. But apparently, your ears liked James more than you, and they betrayed.

“Oh. My. Merlin!” James exclaimed, practically jumping up, he softly pulled the book away from your face. He leaned in to get a better look at your face. The two of you were now nose to nose. 

His lips looked so soft, and kissable, maybe—

“I actually made you blush!” He said happily. Welp, there goes that thought. You quickly turned your head. You grabbed your bag, as well as the books and notebooks scattered across the blanket, before standing up and walking away.

“Oh come on, [Y/N] don’t be shy, it’s okay, you like me!”

A cold breeze ran through your sheer navy blue top. It was nearly midnight, and the stars were out on full display. You sighed, looking at the seemingly never-ending shining specks of light.

“Hey, you enjoying yourself?”

You almost didn’t recognize the voice, because of the softness. James sat down next to you, dangling his legs down the pier. You buried your face in your arms, which were wrapped around the knees and pressed against your chest.

“What do you want James?”

“Nothing, you just looked like you could use the company.”

“Why are you so persistent, James?” You asked, turning your head towards the Gryffindor prefect. He shrugged, looking up at the sky “I thought it was obvious— especially after I’ve said it a million times— I love you, [Y/N], I think you’re amazing and cool and way too smart for your own good, and I would be very lucky to date you.”

You couldn’t help but giggle at his cheesiness. He turned his head towards you, offering you a small smile in return. You leaned in, pressing a small kiss to his cheek.

“So take me out on a date.”

“What?”

“You, me, Honeydukes next weekend.”

James stared at you like a deer in headlights. “Really?” He asked, trying to fight the grin forming on his face. You nodded shyly, hoping that the redness of your cheeks wasn’t visible against the stark darkness of the night.

Once it was completely processed, James tackled you onto the ground in a bear hug. “Yes, yes, yes!” He shouted, “I promise you won’t regret it!”

You laughed at the elated expression on his face.

“I’m sure I won’t, Jamie.”

The room was an absolute mess. There were posters all over the wall next to them, and there was a cabinet above his desk filled to the brim with trophies. Three walls were painted a crème-coloured white, with the accent wall a muted red.

You sat on the bed, back pressed against James’s chest, snuggled up under a blanket, despite it being 20 degrees out. You squirmed a little as James attacked your neck and jaw with loving kisses.

You let out a laugh, something that James always argued sounded like angels singing, trying to get out from under his grip. But he just tightened his arms around your waist.

“James— James, let go,” you managed to say in between laughs as he started to tickle you.

“Never, [Y/N],”

After a few minutes, he stopped, letting you catch your breath. By now you’d fully turned towards him. The book you’d been reading long forgotten on his bed. James pulled you closer, placing a kiss on your lips, and then another one.

“James, stop it, you’re mom’s gonna walk in!” You chastised, although you kept complying every time he leaned in for another. He shrugged it off, “Nah, my mom won’t come in,” before you could add to the concern, he added, “And neither will Sirius unless he wants to be traumatised.”

You rolled your eyes that the exaggeration before placing a chaste kiss on his lips. You smiled, looking into the brown eyes that had slowly but surely become a comfort for you over the past year.

You’d fallen in love with James Potter.

You could practically hear the younger version of you let out an offended gasp, with bright red cheeks, of course.

But there was nothing you could do about it now, except for tell him and hope he felt the same.

“I love you,” you said shyly, trying to avoid looking into his eyes. You felt his grip on your waist loosen just a little. His face fell into an expression of shock, before splitting into a grin. “What did you say?” He asked teasingly. You rolled your eyes, face still burning, “You heard me.” James grinned, “I’ve waited three years to hear that.” You rolled your eyes,placing a kiss on his lips.

“I love you, James Potter.”

“I love you, [Y/N] [Y/L/N].”

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focus on me | l.r.h

part four

{part five out!}

part three here

tutor!luke x fem!reader au

tutor x student, kissing, mild smut, fluff

not proofread

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The weekend had finally rolled around, giving me some much needed time off from the stress of my classes. I had woken up only less than an hour before I began contemplating my days activities.

I scrolled through my phone aimlessly while I laid comfortably in my bed, a yawn escaping me here and there. Suddenly, as I was about to text Leah, an unsaved number had messaged me.

"Is this Y/n?"

I furrowed my brows at the text, unsure if I should respond. The area code was the same as mine, indicating the unknown person was nearby. I typed slowly, doubting my engagement.

"Who is this?"

I played it safe. Three dots appeared quickly before another message flashes onto my screen.

"Sorry, this is Luke."

The message read. My eyes widened at his words, frantically searching my mind for why the boy had my phone number, and why he was texting me on a weekend. I trailed my eyes around my room as my heart began to pick up its pace anxiously, searching for my words.

"Yeah, this is her, how do you have my number?"

I typed hesitantly. I bit my cheek while my thumbs hovered over my screen impatiently waiting Luke's reply.

"Your professor. He shared it with me before you started tutoring in case I needed to get ahold of you."

I read the text with suspicion. Couldn't he have just given my email address like a normal professor?

"Oh, okay. Did you need something?"

I replied dryly, suspense filling me while he took an agonizingly slow time to get to his reasons for contacting me.

"Would you like to come in for an extra session today?"

I narrowed my eyes at the text, his intentions seemings a little unclear.

"It's the weekend." I responded.

"We can get coffee? :)"

He persuaded. I half smiled at his words, tilting my head. Was Luke really inviting me out for coffee and covering it by calling it a "session"?. I let out a sigh, knowing I had no other plans today anyway.

"Sure, why not."

I typed, sending impulsively before I changed my mind. I bit my cheek anxiously at my own actions.

"Great. I'll meet you outside your dorms at 12.".

I let out a breath after reading his final message before checking the time. I had 30 minutes to get ready, the realization making me jump from my spot in bed.

I rushed to my desk to prepare my face, focusing intensely on my light makeup. I ran my mascara wand carefully through my long lashes, then my bottom ones. Adding a small touch of deep red lipstick to my lips for some color. I let my hair fall effortlessly down my back, some stray pieces framing my face, as I've always let my hair be used as a mask. Before getting dressed, I headed to the sink to brush my teeth.

Going simple, I landed on a pair of flared blue jeans and a simple body hugging black t-shirt, all paired with black boots and a casual leather jacket. I sprayed a few simple spurts of perfume around my before before heading back to my bed to check the time on my phone. I still had 10 minutes until I had to meet him, but the walk down stairs was already a good 5-8 minutes. I swiftly grabbed my small shoulder bag before heading out my dorm room.

Anxiously making me way down hallways and multiple sets of stairs I thought about why Luke would want to get a coffee with me. Are we actually going to have a session or was that an excuse to see me? I shook my head at my own thoughts, remembering my best friends words. If this was the same Luke she mentioned, there's no chance he'd willingly spend his free time with me.

I reached the bottom floor or my dorm, nervously opening the front door to the outside. The crisp fall air bit at my cheeks as I took a seat at a small bench beside the entrance. I quickly checked the time again, that being 2 minutes after 12. I fidgeted with my fingers nervously, overthinking that maybe Luke had stood me up. A few more minutes without him passed while I zoned out on my lap under me as I heard a deep voice approaching from beside me.

"Hey." He smiled. I perked up in my seat, returning the expression.

"Hi." I looked up at him, standing up from my seat. He looked me up and down before meeting my eyes again.

"To the music room...? Or..." I began, turning in the direction of my music class. He shook his head lightly, gesturing to the main road.

"We're getting coffee, remember?" He smirked. I narrowed my eyes suspiciously with a smile.

"So no session?" I chuckled lightly. He placed a hand on my back as he began to lead me in the right direction.

"C'mon." He laughed, "There's a cafe right around the corner.". I sighed with raised eyebrows, continuing in the direction away from the school.

"How do I know you're not a murderer?" I half teased. Luke's mouth dropped dramatically before laughing.

"I don't think if I was a murderer I would be allowed to work at a college." He chuckled. We made our way down a busy side walk, already seeing the coffee shop Luke had mentioned. I breathed in the cool air deeply, trying to calm my nerves. We walked in a comfortable silence until we approached the cafe.

"Here we are." He presented, "After you." Luke motioned inside with his hand. I gave him a nod of thanks before entering the dimly lit modern cafe. He ushered us to a small table next to a window looking to the street.

"Why exactly are we out for coffee on a weekend?" I asked, settling into my seat, "You don't even know me." Luke gestured at me with his hands, smiling.

"That's why. I don't know you." He began. I tilted my head with curiosity. "I thought maybe you'd get a little more comfortable with me if we got to hang out in a less serious setting. Get to know each other before I start cramming you with guitar knowledge." He laughed. I nodded, his explanation making more sense than my delusions.

"Well, what do you wanna know?" I perked up with a smug smile, jumping immediately into his plans. Luke's eyes looked towards the ceiling with a sigh, smiling and thinking of a question. He looked back at me with a tilted head.

"What's your favorite kind of music?" He asked genuinely, leaning his elbows on the table. My eyes moved to the side, genuinely thinking about my answer as Luke's eyes burned into my face.

"Um... Mainly rock and stuff. Just loud sad guitars." I laughed. Luke chuckled, shaking his head.

"You like loud, sad guitar music but hate guitar? You make no sense." He giggled. We locked eyes momentarily before a young waitress approached to take our coffee orders. Butterflies took over my stomach after leaving the gaze of Luke in front of me. I couldn't help but want to throw myself over the table at him.

"What's your major?" He chimes back in as the waitress made her way to the back of the shop.

"Psychology." I stated bluntly, nodding proudly. Luke scoffed sarcastically, looking down at his hands.

"Of course it is." He teasingly mocked. I scoffed with a smack of my lips.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I half laughed at his smart remark. He shrugged in defense, throwing his hands up.

"You are just very obviously a psychology major, that's all." He laughed. I rolled my eyes.

"What about you?" I flipped the script to him. He looked up at me with a raised eyebrow.

"Me?"

"Yeah. What kind of music do you like, what did you major in, why are you back here helping my class?" I rambled smugly, watching his face contort at the rapid fire of questions.

"Well," He began, "I like any music. All music. I majored in music education. I've been in love with music since I can remember, so I wanted to share that love with more students after I graduated." I watched his face as he talked with his hands, his baby blue eyes sparkling in the afternoon sunlight. He made me feel in a way which was unexplainable.

"That's really sweet." I spoke softly with a smile. I found his passion for music to be inspiring yet intriguing. All I wanted was for him to talk to me all day about music. I could listen to him talk forever.

"You're really beautiful, you know that?" I spoke boldly. My eyes darted up from the table, I felt my cheeks begin to get hot.

"W-what?" I stuttered, nervously looking into his eyes.

"You don't need to hide your face." He began, reaching over the table and tucking a piece of hair from my face behind my ear, "You're beautiful.".

"I. Um- Thank you." I stuttered quietly. My heart raced at Luke reading me like a book, the waitress arriving with our drinks at a perfect time. He let out a chuckle as he sipped his coffee.

"Don't get shy now. We have a lot to talk about." He teased, handing me a straw for my drink. My shaky hand reached for the straw from his, brushing his finger slightly as I grabbed it.

"Do you have any friends around here? I always see you alone." He mentioned. Always? Does he watch me?

"Uh, yeah," I began, snapping myself from my anxious trance, "My best friend, Leah. She lives in the dorm buildings beside mine." I quietly sipped my drink. Luke nodded as he listened.

"Leah...?" He dragged out, waiting for a last name.

"Evans. Leah Evans." I finished. Luke looked down with a cheeky grin.

"What?" I urged, half smiling at his suspicious actions.

"Leah Evans, huh?" He chuckled. I raised an eyebrow cautiously.

"You know her?" I asked curiously, turning my head slightly. Luke nodded, followed my a shaking of his head.

"I knew her sister." He perked up at the word sister sarcastically, "We kind of dated when I went here, I fucked that up." He chuckled, playing mindlessly with his straw. My eyebrows raised with shock. Leah was right.

"Really." I forced a curious tone, hoping to egg more information put of the boy in front of me.

"Mhm. She gave me a pretty bad reputation, but I don't blame her." He mumbled, "I'm sorry, I don't know why I'm telling you this." He shook his head with a chuckle, looking at me briefly.

"No, it's okay." I chirped, "What happened, if you don't mind me asking..?" I looked down swiftly before back up at him. He let out a sigh, looking out the window beside us.

"Eh, I broke up with her over a text. I was drunk and out with my band I was in at the time." He began. My eyes widened at his words.

"I completely deserved the fall I took from it, I was an ass. I never dated again after her, though I had many chances." He chuckled pathetically.

"I'm sorry." I comforted, unsure of how to console him.

"Nah, it's okay. This was a while ago" He assured with a smile, brushing it off with a gesture of his hand.

Our time at the cafe was well spent, I had almost forgotten I was with my tutor. We approached my dorms giggling and finishing our conversation.

"So no session, I assume." I giggled, turning to look at Luke. He chuckled.

"You enjoyed you coffee though, yes?" He raised an eyebrow. I nodded with a smile. We stared at the floor momentarily before I spoke up.

"Would you like to come in? Or... Are you busy?" I slowly attempted to continue our time together nervously. Luke looked up at me with a tilted head. He smiled before speaking.

"Sure." He said simply. I turned to the front door of the dorms, guiding his way through the entrance. A few passing girls through my dorm glared in disbelief at the boy behind me, turning and whispering as they passed, making me self conscious. We made our way up the stairs to my level, continuing down to my room.

I swiftly opened the door with my key, inviting Luke in before me.

"This is it." I sighed, closing the door behind us. Luke's eyes wandered my simply decorated room, slowly making his way to my bed to sit.

"All by yourself?" He asked, motioning to the single bed, "Where's your roommate?". I joined him on the bed, sitting beside him.

"She went ghost after the first week. I got left without a roommate." I shrugged, "It's nice to be on my own but, it gets lonely." I sighed, forcing a smile. Luke nodded. He glanced to my corner, noticing my untouched guitar.

"Really putting the work in, huh?" He chuckled, eyeing the dust collecting between the strings. I rolled my eyes with a giggle, shoving him lightly with my body.

"I was supposed to put in work today, Mr. Tutor." I joked, leaning my face dramatically into his. Luke stood up and retrieved the guitar, returning to his spot beside me.

"Let's do it, then." He smirked smugly, handing the instrument to me. I groaned sarcastically, grabbing the guitar.

"Show me what you remember. What I taught you." He nodded. I looked to him before looking back down to the guitar. I placed my fingers on what I knew was a C chord, remembering to press my fingers down hard. My thumb strummed over the strings, playing a delightful sound. Luke's eye lit up at my continued progress.

"Look at you, little guitar god." He joked with a chuckle, leaning into my closer. We repositioned ourselves farther onto the bed, sitting next to each other in a criss cross position.

"Can you play a G for me?" He spoke softly, tilting his head to look at me. I couldn't help but tingle at his use of words, his voice so close to my ear.

"Um.. I think." I stuttered, readjusting my fingers to the new chord. I strummed lightly, this time the tune sounding less confident than the last. Luke reached his hand to the guitar, pressing his fingers down over mine. Butterflies fluttered through me at his touch.

"Like that, remember?" He looked at me again, our eyes meeting for a moment. I nodded gently. His baby blue irises burned into mine deeply, we shared a intimate moment before he snapped himself from his trance.

"Um. Here, try again." He stuttered, moving his eyes quickly back down to the guitar and throwing has hands back into his lap. I shakily pressed my fingers down and strummed once more, fixing my errors.

"That's your only problem." He explained, "You just aren't pressing hard enough." He spoke with a half smile, trying to keep his composure. His leg brush with mine briefly, making my breath hitch.

"I think I got it now." I spoke softly, looking back up at him. His eyes met mine once more, darting from my lips to my eyes back and forth.

Without warning, Luke leaned in quickly, pressing his lips to mine. I gasped against his mouth, losing grip of the guitar and catching it swiftly. I immediately melted into his lips before he pulled away abruptly.

"I'm sorry. Y/n, I don't-" He stuttered, looking away. I cut him off quickly.

"Luke." I looked at him, his eyes met mine, "It's okay." I half smiled, blushing uncontrollably. My heart raced and my hands shook at his actions. I was unsure of my next move.

"We cannot let your professor know about this." He started again, "I can get banned from campus.". He ran an anxious hand through his hair, bouncing his leg nervously. I understood Luke's concerns, as he was technically staff and I was a student. Though I prayed that wouldn't stop Luke from acting on his impulse again.

"It's our secret. I promise." I urged, moving in closer to him. Luke sighed at looked at me deeply, his eyes wandered my face.

"You're gonna be so bad for me, I know it." He spoke deeply, before letting out a desperate chuckle, hinting that he wasn't done with our quick scandal. I smirked at his words.

"Do you want to stop?" I tilted my head, sensing his already growing need for my physical touch. Luke let out a breath before placing a hand to the side of my face, reconnecting our lips once more. Only this time, our kiss deepened. He breathed heavy onto my lips, pulling me in closer. My stomach tingled at his touch, a shiver running through me at our promiscuous endeavors. He pulled away slowly, keeping a hand on my face as he spoke with a smug look.

"We're just getting started.".

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HPHM Ship Week: Day 3 - Sunset

Here we are at the end of this amazing event! Thanks so much to @hphm-ship-week for putting all of this together for everyone! It's been so much fun writing and seeing everyone's creations!

It had been a long day. A lot of Matthew’s most physical classes had all coalesced on his timetable, and so had spent the day doing Quidditch Practice, Care of Magical Creatures, Potions, and even had time to stop a gargoyle that had broken free from one of the school’s roofs. Suffice to say, he felt shattered. Having just returned the gargoyle to its spot, he went to climb back down before feeling a wave of exhaustion crash into him and drive him forward, forcing him down onto the tiled roof. He sighed, and leant his head back. The sky was that very light shade of blue it goes before going into the yellows and oranges, and the few clouds that circled overhead were tinted pink in the glow of the setting sun.

He must have spent a few minutes simply lying there, letting his body ache itself out and admiring the view. He watched as the sun sank lower, and the crowds of students below were enveloped in the growing shadows of the castle. It wasn’t long, however, before he heard a window below him open, and a grunt as someone else climbed up to the roof. Matthew felt another wave of exhaustion getting ready to hit him before it all seemed to dissipate at once as he saw Merula’s messy hair appear, followed by the rest of her.

“Neat spot you’ve found, Luther…hell of a climb getting up here, though…” she wheezed, lying down next to him and catching her breath. “I’m guessing that’s the gargoyle everyone was talking about?”

She pointed over to the stone statue on the far edge of the roof, which rolled its eyes and started to shuffle away, muttering something about “teenagers”. Matthew nodded in return. “Yeah, that’s him. I think Peeves must have talked him into it or something. He’s probably learnt his lesson now, though. Hopefully, hah…” he trailed off, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Sorry, I’m just, um…”

Merula turned on her side and looked at him. “I know. You’re overworking yourself. This happened last year, remember? You’d drained yourself of energy and I had to be you for the day.”

Matthew smiled. “Yeah, you were pretty good at it. The only bit you struggled with was doing it quietly.”

“I was…I was fairly quiet!”

“You burst into a room and yelled out “It’s Merula o’clock!”, I really don’t think you can say that-”

Merula shoved him playfully, her cheeks going pink. “Oh…hush. I still did well. You want me to have another go?”

“I…I think I’ll be alright, but thank you.” Matthew said, now turning on his side to look at her. The sun’s rays were falling upon her face, illuminating her brown hair as if it were an orange and golden flame. “I wouldn’t mind working with you, though.”

“Charmer.” Merula chuckled, “But I nonetheless accept. As long as…well. I suppose we’d have to be careful about how we do it.”

Matthew nodded. They already didn’t want any of the students knowing about the two of them, and certainly not the staff. “I think we could pass it off as us still being in denial. They’ve caught us being a lot closer and-”

“That’s not what I meant.” Merula said, bluntly. “Look…you’ve spent the last three years here trying to “make up” for your first two. I’ve seen you go through it each time, and now we’re…well, whatever we are…I’m going to be nudging you an awful lot more than I already was.”

Matthew nodded, his face still red, and not just from the setting sun. When she wasn’t trying to provoke him, she could read him like an open book. “Y-You’re right, um…I guess trying to do absolutely everything isn’t a complete solution to doing nothing. I guess I’m just…afraid of going back to that.”

“You won’t.” Merula promised, placing her hand on his shoulder. “Because…you never were there. I mean, sure, maybe at the very beginning when you sulked in Ravenclaw Tower all the time, but trust me when I say that just by being around, you seem to make other people feel better…” she said, her smile more genuine than Matthew had ever seen it, “...I should know.”

Matthew suddenly felt immobilised, only able to blink and open and close his mouth once or twice. Merula had stumbled upon a weakness of his: the inability to accept a compliment. “I…I, um, you, you really mean, but that’s, um-”

She simply laughed, in that way she sometimes did where her nose wrinkled and her head tilted back, a soft pink covering her cheeks and nose. “I mean it. It’s why it pisses me off seeing you forced to work like this because nobody else can be arsed.”

Matthew tilted his head. He knew where Merula was coming from, but to him, at least, his friends did more than enough for him. “...You know…I could say the same thing about you.”

“What?”

“Well, I think you’ve had just as much influence on this place as I have. You’ve pushed people to get better, and you’ve grown in response to it.”

“Well, maybe, but…I never meant to-”

“Neither did I. But you did. You never stay still, and that’s why I try to keep up with you…because being on pace with you is a feeling like nothing else.”

She blinked. She would have said, if asked, that she was shielding her eyes from the setting sun, and not that she was trying to cover the red across her face. It seemed that they shared a weakness, despite all their differences. She briefly leant over the roof, and seeing that nobody was around, removed the hand from her face and placed it on his other shoulder. “Nobody does it like us, do they? We’re like the knights of this castle.”

Matthew leant forward a little, not needing Legilimency to know what Merula had in mind. He watched as the sky around them became a fiery orange, as on the other side of the horizon the dark blue of the night began to creep in. “I always saw myself more as a caretaker, but knight sounds a lot cooler.” he admitted, smiling softly.

“It certainly does.” she said, leaning even closer. “If anyone catches us, I’m hexing them off the roof.” she whispered, her eyes beginning to close.

“Fair enough.” Matthew whispered back, before closing his own eyes, seeing only a fiery gold as their lips found each other. His arms moved to her shoulders as one of her hands slowly moved up into his long brown hair. The exhaustion that had previously covered his body had faded, and he suddenly felt a great deal more energised as the two leant further into their kiss. Matthew wasn’t sure how long they spent up there, but when he opened his eyes again the sky was visibly darker, and the face of the woman he admired was now illuminated by the final few embers of the sun before it dipped below the horizon. But to Matthew, she still looked radiant as ever.

“We’ll have to remember this place. It seems like a nice, quiet spot, especially now we’ve scared the gargoyles off.” Merula observed, her hand still running through Matthew’s hair. “You feeling better now, Matthew?”

Matthew pushed himself up from the roof, that same flustered smile still on his face. No matter how many times they found themselves alone like this, Matthew still couldn’t quite believe that Merula had trusted this side of her to him, and him alone. “Definitely. Ready to go and grab dinner?”

Their hands found each other as they walked away as one, breaking only to climb back down through the window. As Matthew looked back at Merula, his knight in emerald armour, he somehow already knew that as wonderful and sacred as the orange sky was, it could only ever be temporary. It would need to give way to what came next, and whether that was day or night, Matthew knew that it was with her that he could find the strength to meet it.

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Love is a disease

A/N: AAAAA this prob my longest fanfic for now!! SEBAUNA FOR LIFE!!!!! Thank you @saneriddlefan67 for proofreading it and showing me shorter paragraphs!!!! Also remember reblogs are important but likes and comments are too!!!

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Sebek was sick, that was clear as day. The weather had gotten colder, making him more sluggish and weaker to any type of bacteria, it also didn't help that most of the students were also sick with the cold or the flu.

The half-fae was determined to prove that he could be the best knight, still overworked himself to the bone. Of course, there’s a point where a person, no matter if said person was a fae, beastman, or human, that any sickness forces you to stay in bed.

He hated feeling weak, he hated having to depend on someone to help him with basic tasks, perhaps he should've taken Silver’s advice to stay in bed once the cold had gotten to the point of being slightly unbearable.

Sebek groaned, hating how cold it was, yet nothing provided enough warmth for him, even the hot rag on his forehead did nothing for him. Sebek shut his eyes, hoping to get some sleep, then he heard the door opening.

“Hi Sebek!! I heard from Lilia that you were sick!! So I bought some medicine and some soup!!”

An awfully cheery voice rang out in Sebek’s room, it could only belong to Fauna.

“HUMAN?!?!” Sebek yelled out, before coughing and sneezing. “What are you doing here?!”

Sebek hated this, not only was he sick, but his crush saw him sick and weak. This was embarrassing. His hair wasn't gelled up, his face was sweaty, he felt a small amount of snot falling from his nose, his eyes were slightly watery, and he just overall was just a mess.

“Oh don't worry Sebek! I made sure to get the work you miss and I also took some notes!!” Fauna brightly smiled, showing her crooked teeth and the gap in her front two teeth.

Sebek loved it so much when she smiled like that, he loved every part of her, down to the two moles under each of her blue eyes that could only be described as darkish and muted with light blue pupils.

“Well you don't need to worry Human!!! Faes are MUCH more resistant to sickness than humans!!” Sebek smirked, only for it to be followed up with a violent coughing fit.

“Oh don't worry Sebek!! I’ll be fine!!” Fauna walked closer to Sebek, only stopping by the side of the bed to set down the tray. She grabbed the bottle of medicine, putting it onto a spoon.

“Human what are you doing?” Sebek looked over at Fauna, puzzled. “I can very well get myself some medicine!!”

“I know that, silly! But wouldn't it be nice to be taken care of? Plus you keep on coughing and sneezing. I think you might just fly out of your bed!!” Fauna laughed, clearly joking and lightly teasing the half-fae.

Sebek frowned a bit, but she was not wrong. He didn't want to be seen as weak, but the idea of his crush taking care of him wasn't so bad. It actually felt nice, and did inspire a few ideas based on some of the romantic books he read in his head, such as him taking care of her when the time came. Cooking for her, because holy shit, she couldn't cook even if it was to save a life, in fact she would probably be the one who causes the end of a life.

“Sebek?? Sebek, are you okay?” Fauna's voice finally got into his thick skull, the spoon full of the bitter and tar-like medicine near Sebek’s lips.

“Of course!!! It's just a cold!! But…thank you Human..” The half-fae felt his face heating up, but not from sickness, but from the fact that he was so deeply in love with Fauna that the smallest idea of her smiling at him sent his mind running.

Sebek opened his mouth, letting the spoon full of medicine come down his throat. It was awful, sticking to the walls of his throat, only leaving a bitter taste.

Sebek coughed a bit. “I suppose you brought water, Human?..” He saw Fauna nodding from the corner of his eye. She then handed the half-fae the glass of water.

Sebek quickly grabbed it, gulping it down, desperately trying to wash the bitterness from his throat. “...Thank you Hu-...Fauna..”

“You said my name…” Fauna was surprised, her eyes wide. “I like how you say it, you should say it more often.” Fauna smiled, handing Sebek the soup.

“Could…Could you perhaps feed me it? Just so I don't sneeze and spill it all over me.” Sebek quickly looked away, feeling embarrassed for even requesting it.

“Of course Sebek! I wouldn't mind! Plus I really don't have anything to do right now!” Fauna grabbed a different spoon on the tray, getting a good spoonful of soup.

Sebek opened up his mouth, letting Fauna feed him. Slowly but surely, the bowl was empty and Sebek felt full.

“Thank you Fa-WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?”

Sebek yelled out as Fauna climbed into the bed after putting the bowl back onto the tray.

“Well when I came in here Lilia said you needed more warmth!! So I remember how we cuddled during that time we visited Epel’s hometown!!”

Fauna got comfortable in the bed, wrapping her arms around Sebek.

“But you’ll get sick!!!” Sebek kept on yelling, slowly melting into putty in Fauna’s arm. He buried his head into her neck, grumbling something.

“Don't worry!! I don't get sick that easily!!” Fauna rubbed his back, making him breathe softly. The half-fae slowly fell asleep, Fauna soon followed afterwards.

Epilogue

Fauna was coughing, she was now sick. Of course it was to be expected when you snuggle up to someone who sounded like they were a Victorian sick child.

“I TOLD YOU FAUNA!!!!!” Sebek’s voice rang out in Ramshackle, Fauna swore she saw some of the floor panels shake and move a bit.

“It's fine Sebek, it was worth it because…”

Fauna froze, unable to say the simple words.

“Because you're my friend…”

She forced a smile, why was it so hard to just say ‘I love you’?

[emonaculate]

Bad Idea Right?

❥ AU: Modern

❥ Genre: Suggestive

❥ Rating: 18+, not super explicited but definitely not for kids.

❥ Pairing: Gojo x Black!Y/n

❥ Warnings Include: Mentions of cheating, failed situationship, Gojo is annoying and stupidly cocky, Y/n is NOT standing on business, poor choices, even poorer taste in men, complicated relationship, toxic?gojo

❥ Synopsis: Despite finals being around the corner, Y/n cannot bear to stare at one more quizlet set so she needs a good distraction; who better to be that distraction than a failed situationship that just so happens to be dating her roommate?

❥ Author Note: Midterm studying is kicking my ass and I needed to take a break to write something more entertaining than college calculus formulas. Inspired by Bad Idea by Olivia Rodrigo I obviously do not condone cheating but its Gojo.. would you turn him down?

Y/n's eyes strained as she stared at the computer screen, the heat radiating onto her bare thighs after over an hour of hunching forward, her back screaming in protest. Her thick, clear prescription glasses slid down her nose, weakened from countless drops and nights spent rolling onto them in her sleep. As a cramp began to form in her left leg, folded awkwardly in a butterfly position, she finally stood up, deciding it was the perfect moment for a break. With a decisive tap, she switched her phone to "do not disturb." Instantly, the magic barrier lifted; as soon as she turned it off, her phone buzzed to life with a flood of messages from her group chat, her friends eagerly reaching out.

Before Y/n could even skim the messages, a call from her roommate buzzed through, leaving a sour taste in her mouth. To say their relationship wasn’t the best would be an understatement. Y/n felt as if her roommate was dragging out a situation that had long since ended. Having transferred to Jujutsu Tech University for her junior year, Y/n, a foreigner with limited Japanese, had taken it upon herself to enroll in a Japanese elective. That was where she met the source of her current woes: a white-haired biochemist major with mesmerizing starlit sapphire eyes. Gojo had been assigned as her student tutor, intended to create a casual atmosphere for practicing the language. The plan worked a little too well. Y/n might have needed glasses to see clearly, but she wasn’t blind. Gojo was the most stunning man she had ever encountered. Clad in an oversized university sweatshirt, a black collared shirt peeking from underneath, and baby blue Converse laced with a star pattern, he had an effortless charm that was hard to resist. What surprised her even more was his apparent interest in her; perhaps it was her uniqueness that drew him away from the usual crowd of girls who orbited his charisma.

None of that mattered anymore; their fling had barely lasted beyond a few dates, some casual hookups, and hangouts. Y/n had realized she wasn’t ready for a relationship with a man who seemed overly friendly with other women. At this stage in her life, she didn’t want to waste energy trying to make someone act right. After all, their connection had been mostly about mind-blowing sex and friendship—so what difference did it make if she suddenly put an end to the physical side? Gojo could certainly find someone else to satisfy him. Despite being the one to end things, Y/n was confident it was for the best. So, imagine her surprise when her roommate came home one day, bubbling with excitement about a date with Gojo Satoru. Trying to be mature and avoid any drama, Y/n attempted to downplay her past with him. She casually mentioned it, hoping to prevent any misunderstandings. Sara took it well at first, only seeming bummed out that having Gojo Satoru wasnt a special prize that was only obtained by the few. However Sara changed once she realized how deeply the two had been involved and were still close. Y/n still remembered the feeling of being slapped awake after falling asleep studing at their shared kitchen area.

To sum up that altercation and not bring too much attention to the police report that might have been written up; Y/n simply did not like her roommate. The only reason they still lived together was that Y/n refused to let anyone drive her out of her own home, and breaking the lease would be too costly. Chewing on her bottom lip, Y/n let her phone ring for a comically long time before finally answering.

"Hey, Sara."

"Y/n. Have you heard from Satoru?" Sara's voice came through blunt and unwelcoming.

"Not since the last time I hung out with him, which was months ago," Y/n replied, matching Sara's tone.

She couldn’t help but feel a twinge of satisfaction in reminding her roommate of their agreement: that Y/n would back off and let Sara and Gojo’s relationship develop in a respectful manner. The silence that followed was thick with tension, and Y/n could almost feel the wheels turning in Sara's mind.

"If he comes by tell him to call me… please" A hint of desperation was heard in Sara's voice as she quickly ended the phone call, leaving Y/n to feel confused and almost sorry for the girl.

Y/n held her phone for a moment, contemplating before dialing a number without thinking. The smile that spread across her face when he answered wasn’t from happiness—it was just a reflex.

“Hey, Pretty.” His teasing voice came through coolly, the background loud and rowdy; he was undoubtedly with his friends.

“Stop with the pet names, fool. Sara is looking for you.”

“I know. I’m avoiding her on purpose,” he replied, a smirk evident in his tone.

“But how can I help you?”

Y/n rolled her eyes, though she couldn’t suppress a grin. “Just thought you should know she’s been asking about you. Sounds like she’s really into this whole dating thing.”

“Yeah, well, I’m just not ready for all that right now,” he said, laughter bubbling beneath his words.

“What about you? How’s life treating you?”

“Complicated,” she admitted, her voice playful. “But at least I don’t have to deal with clingy roommates.”

“Hey, I’m not clingy! I’m just a good listener,” he shot back. “And a fantastic tutor, if I remember correctly.”

“Please, the only thing you taught me was how to get distracted,” Y/n teased, “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you enjoyed those study sessions a little too much.”

“Guilty as charged,” he replied, his voice dropping to a mock-serious tone. “But can you blame me? You make studying way more fun.”

“Flattery will get you nowhere,” she said, though the smile was unmistakable in her voice.

“Challenge accepted. But just so you know, I’m up for it,” Gojo said, a hint of mischief in his tone. “So, when are we having our next ‘study session’?”

“Only if you promise to keep your hands to yourself this time,” she shot back, laughing.

“Where’s the fun in that?” he countered, and Y/n felt a flutter of excitement.

That was the danger of being around Satoru—he was as addicting as he was handsome. His charm knew no bounds, and Y/n felt like a snake entranced by a snake charmer; Gojo's voice could persuade her to do just about anything. The way he spoke to her, with that playful confidence, always made her heart race. It was exactly that kind of charm that had led her to make some reckless decisions. She couldn’t help but remember the night they’d jumped off a waterfall together. He had dared her, coaxing her with that irresistible grin, and for some stupid reason, she had said yes.

"Y/n, come on! It’ll be fun!” he had insisted, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief. “What’s life without a little thrill?”

She could still feel the rush of adrenaline, the cold water shocking her system as they plunged into the darkness. But that moment had left her with more than just memories; it had left her with a permanent scar on her ribcage, a reminder of her reckless leap into the unknown. As they chatted, she felt the familiar pull again—the urge to throw caution to the wind and dive headfirst into whatever crazy adventure he proposed next. But she also knew the risks. With Gojo, it was always a fine line between exhilaration and chaos, and she wasn’t sure how much more of either she could handle.

“Yeah, not this time, 'Toru. Sara might put Nair in my shampoo bottle if she caught you hanging out with me.” They shared a laugh, both fully aware that Sara would absolutely consider it—and Y/n couldn’t help but think it would be entirely warranted.

“Yeah, she would definitely try to mess you up, pretty,” Gojo mused, the background noise fading away. He must have stepped away from the crowd to focus on her.

Y/n felt a twinge of guilt at the way his pet name sent a flutter through her. It was sweet, but it also felt wrong. She knew Sara could be overbearing and a bit controlling, but if the roles were reversed, Y/n wouldn’t like it if the guy she was dating—or whatever this situation with Sara and Gojo was—talked to another girl the way he was talking to her. After all, that was precisely why she had stepped back from Gojo months ago.

“Look, I don’t want to cause any drama,” she said, trying to keep her tone light but serious.

“I just think it’s best if you focus on your new thing with Sara. I don’t want to complicate anything.”

“Complication? Nah, we’re just friends, right?” he replied, but there was a hint of playfulness in his voice that made her heart race.

“Besides, it’s not my fault if you’re so easy to talk to.”

“Easy to talk to? Or easy to flirt with?” Y/n shot back, trying to keep it playful despite the underlying tension.

“Both,” he said, his voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper. “But I promise, if things get messy, I’ll handle it. Just don’t shut me out completely, Y/n.”

Y/n hesitated, caught between wanting to keep her distance and the undeniable chemistry that sparked whenever they spoke. Shit, her resolve was cracking fast.

"Goodbye, Gojo." Just as she moved to hang up, his voice cut through the speaker. The usual playfulness was replaced with a gentler tone, almost a whisper as if he were afraid that speaking any louder would scare her away.

"Come see me, since I can't come to you. I’ll help you study for your economics exam. I know you hate studying alone, and the graphs confuse you. Just come, please…"

His plea hung in the air, and Y/n felt her heart race. It was hard to resist his charm when he sounded so sincere, and the thought of studying together brought back memories of their late-night sessions filled with laughter—and a little more.

“Gojo…” she started, feeling the familiar pull of temptation. “You know this is complicated.”

“I know, but it doesn’t have to be. Just a study session. Nothing more,” he said quickly, his tone earnest. “I promise I’ll keep it strictly academic. I just want to help.”

Y/n bit her lip, torn. Part of her wanted to say no, to protect herself and the boundaries she had set. But another part craved the connection, the familiarity of being around him again.

“Okay, but just studying,” she finally replied, unable to hide the hint of a smile.

“Great! I’ll even prepare snacks,” he replied, the playful edge returning to his voice. "Just don’t blame me if you end up distracted.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll see you soon, Satoru.” As she hung up, Y/n couldn’t shake the feeling that she was stepping into dangerous territory, but a thrill coursed through her at the thought of seeing him again.

Y/n applied lip gloss in the Uber, a little gift from Gojo, and wondered if she should have opted for something else. She had chosen a casual look to keep things laid-back: a black wife beater, gray sweatpants, and a pair of slides. Comfort was her priority, but a part of her felt a twinge of doubt about her appearance. She had decided to wear her glasses instead of her contacts, and her mini twists were pulled into a ponytail, with a few stubborn pieces escaping to frame her face. To top it off, she doused herself in mocha vanilla perfume and slathered on shea butter, reasoning that she didn’t want to smell bad after spending hours studying in her room. Never mind that she’d already taken a shower and done a deep scrub—she wanted to feel fresh for the occasion. As the car pulled up to Gojo's place, she felt a mix of excitement and nerves. Would he notice her effort, however casual it was? Or would he tease her for being overdressed for a study session? The thought made her smile. Taking a deep breath, Y/n stepped out of the car and smoothed her outfit, reminding herself to keep it cool and casual—just like they had agreed.

But as she walked toward the apartment complex entrance door, she couldn't shake the feeling that today might be anything but ordinary. She smiled at the staff who greeted her at the front desk while signing in, then headed up to that familiar room number, 1025. Standing outside the door, she balanced her tote bag—filled with her laptop, notebook, and pens—in one hand while she knocked with the other. After a few moments, the door swung open, and there he was in all his perfection. Gojo’s white hair glistened with moisture, droplets trickling down from his locks; he must have just finished showering. A black muscle t-shirt clung to his chest, accentuating his toned physique, while oversized red basketball shorts hung loosely on his hips.

“You could have told me you were here, and I would have met you downstairs,” he scolded playfully, stepping aside to let Y/n in. As she entered, Y/n remembered another thing she had overlooked about Satoru: the fact that he was absolutely loaded. He could easily afford to pay rent without a roommate, which meant he often enjoyed his solitude. Sure, his friends loved to hang out at his place, but when he wanted alone time, he had it. It completely slipped Y/n’s mind that the two of them would be entirely alone.

“Uh, hey,” she said, trying to play it cool despite the sudden flutter in her stomach.

“Don't be weird. Make yourself comfortable,” he said, gesturing to the spacious living area. The room was adorned with an eclectic mix of furniture and decor that reflected his laid-back style.

“I was just about to grab a snack. Want anything?”

Y/n shook her head, still trying to absorb the atmosphere. “I’m good, just here to study.”

“Sure, sure. But you know, studying is more fun with snacks.” He flashed that trademark grin that always made her heart skip a beat.

“Is that your way of saying you plan to distract me?” she teased, settling into a nearby chair.

“Maybe,” he replied with a wink, leaning casually against the door frame.

“But you know you love it.” Y/n couldn’t help but smile back, feeling the weight of tension ease just a bit. This was going to be interesting.

Y/n settled into the plush chair, her laptop open in front of her as Gojo moved to sit on the edge of the coffee table, facing her. He spread out her notes and textbooks, a mix of graphs and theories that had been driving her nuts for weeks.

“Alright, let’s tackle this economics stuff,” he said, his tone upbeat. “What’s tripping you up the most?”

Y/n sighed, glancing at the graphs. “Honestly? All of it. I just don’t get how demand curves work. It’s like trying to read hieroglyphics.”

Gojo leaned in closer, his proximity making her heart race. “Here, let me show you.” He pointed at one of the graphs, his finger tracing the line as he explained. “So, this curve represents how much of a product consumers are willing to buy at different prices. Think of it like… a date with me. The more fun I am, the more you want to be around, right?”

Y/n couldn’t help but laugh, shaking her head. “That’s a terrible analogy, Gojo. You’re just trying to distract me.”

“Maybe a little,” he admitted, a playful glint in his eyes. “But seriously, if the price goes up, people want less. Just like if I started charging for my charming company.”

“Right,” she said, rolling her eyes. “You’d be broke in a week.”

“True, true,” he replied, leaning back and crossing his arms behind his head. “But just think about it. If I offered you a discount for an extra hour of my time, would you take it?”

“Stop,” Y/n laughed, trying to refocus. “Let’s stick to the graphs.”

“Fine, fine. But you have to admit, I’m making this way more interesting,” he said, giving her a teasing smile.

Y/n leaned closer to her laptop, but the tension was palpable.

“Okay, okay. What about this next graph?”

As Gojo started explaining again, Y/n found her gaze drifting to him—how the light caught the contours of his face, how animated he was as he spoke. The more he talked, the more her focus wavered.

“Y/n?” he said suddenly, pulling her back to the moment. “You still with me?”

“Yeah, of course!” she replied, though her cheeks felt warm.

“I’m just… trying to absorb the genius here.”

“Genius, huh?” he grinned, clearly pleased. “Flattery will get you everywhere.”

“Just stating the obvious,” she shot back, but her smile betrayed her.

He leaned in closer again, the playful banter turning more intimate. “You know, if you’re really struggling, we could take a break. I’m great at helping with… other types of studies.”

“Other types?” she echoed, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah,” he said, his voice dropping to a playful whisper. “You know, like finding out what makes you tick. What you really want.”

Y/n’s heart raced, and she felt the warmth spread across her cheeks. “Gojo, we’re supposed to be studying!”

“Studying can wait,” he said, his gaze locked onto hers, the air thick with unspoken tension. “Right now, I just want to know more about you.”

Before she could respond, Gojo leaned in closer, the air between them crackling with an electric tension that made studying economics feel like a distant memory. Y/n felt her eyes flutter shut, anticipation swirling within her. She had spent months trying to ignore the undeniable pull between them, but now, with him so close, she realized there was no way they could remain just friends given their history.

“Y/n,” he murmured, his voice low and wanting, sending a shiver down her spine. There was a flicker of something deeper in his gaze, a longing that mirrored her own.

“ 'Toru,” she replied, her voice barely more than a whisper, caught between curiosity and an ache she couldn’t deny. She wanted to unravel the mystery of his feelings, to understand what lay beneath that confident exterior.

“Do you really think we can pretend this isn’t happening?” His smirk was playful, yet his eyes held a vulnerability that drew her in. The warmth radiating from him enveloped her, urging her closer.

Y/n’s heart raced, torn between fear and exhilaration. “I—” But before she could finish, Gojo closed the distance, capturing her lips in a kiss that felt like a revelation.

It started soft and tentative, but quickly deepened into something fervent, as if they were both trying to bridge the gap of all those unspoken months. Y/n's hands made their way to his white locks and Satoru couldnt get enough of how addictive her lips and soft whimpers were. In that moment, everything else faded—the textbooks, the pressures, the uncertainty. It was just them, and Y/n felt alive for the first time in what felt like ages. When they finally pulled apart, breathless, Gojo’s playful grin returned, but it was laced with something more lustful.

“So… friends, huh?” he teased, raising an eyebrow. But Y/n could see the truth behind his words. They were no longer just friends; they had crossed a line, and there was no going back. Not now. Not after this.

"Friends." Y/n echoed, her voice unsteady, the word feeling heavy with all that was left unsaid.

"Mm.. Let me show you how good friends take care of one another" Gojo replied, his tone shifting from its usual playfulness to something darker, more condescending.

In a fluid motion, he flipped her to face the couch, the sudden change sending a thrill through her body. Y/n had forgotten that despite her size; Satoru could toss her around as if she were weightless to him. Before Y/n could fully process what was happening; Gojo sank to the floor, positioning himself in between her legs with an ease that took her breath away. Y/n gasped sharply as she felt him pull her sweats down to reveal her ass in cute basic yellow panties.

"Always so pretty for me." He murmured in a trance-like state.

His touch to her bare skin ignited a warm blaze that spread through her body; everywhere he touched felt like it was on fire and nothing would put it out.

" 'Toru..." She mewed breathlessly, arching her back into his touch as she fisted the throw blanket on the couch.

Satoru drank in the sight of the delirious girl as his fingers glided over her bare skin before he made his way back to her ass prepared to peel her now damp panties off and do what he had been deprived of for months. Y/n felt a rush of vulnerability mixed with excitement as she felt Satoru's finger poke at where she needed him most. His touch was both tender and reverent, as if he were discovering something precious.

"Satoru, please." Y/n turned to look back over her shoulder to be met with the sight of a man barely holding onto his sanity.

"First you give me the taste of the best pussy I've ever had. Next, you leave me and cut off my supply. Then, you ignore and avoid me for months. Whatever I do to this pussy... my pussy; its your fault." He smacked her ass harshly, watching the skin jiggly back into place before pulling her underwear down to be met with the sight of her dripping cunt.

"My pretty girl, I know you've missed me. It's not my fault, your mama is stubborn and so damn prideful but I'm gonna fix all that tonight. Daddy will make it all better." He cooed, rubbing a single digit up and down Y/n's sopping wet core.

Y/n bit her lip in anticipation, she hadn't realized that Satoru was actually upset with how she ending things and knowing how petty the man could get; all she could do was be quiet and hope that the time of them being separated was enough to make him skip the teasing get down to what they both needed. His voice brought her out of her thoughts.

"Hey, is this too much? Tell me to stop and I will." He whispered, his voice hoarse from restraint.

Y/n shook her head immediately, breathless and wide-eyed. The fear of crossing the line again evaporated from her mind, eclipsed by the magnetic pull between them. All that mattered to Y/n at the moment was how good Satoru eating her pussy from the back was about to feel and just how much she missed him. Gojo let out a chuckle and connected his mouth to where she needed him most. Each caress and flick of his magical tongue became a promise, a silent acknowledgment of the feelings they both had danced around for too long. Y/n knew what she was doing was wrong but when it feels this good... should it even matter?

[never4night]

Break a Leg

Prologue (in-progress)

Part l 💭

Ghoul reader w/ stigma

Gen neutral reader

Open to love interest (Y/n will be in Vagastrom, we’re coming after Leo’s position as vc. Love him but he doesn’t deserve that kind of role with the type of person he’s been)

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“-and that will conclude our tour. I would like to apologize once more that the chancellor wasn’t able to participate today, it seems other pressing matters have come up demanding his attention.” Y/n’s eyes snapped down from the grandiose architecture to the voice settled lower to the ground than usual. Their eyes met a tired lilac, effectively snapping back to the present having been overwhelmed by the new environment.

“Ah- no, it’s alright. Honestly it’s just my kind of luck, I don't mind. I know it’s a big school so I can imagine how much work you all have- um, Professor Dante, right?” Y/n hesitated slightly, remembering names and faces after just one interaction was not something they were confident in, though the teacher was a bit more prominent than others.

A clear starless night sky started to fall overhead, students in the distance still milling about as the school day winded down.

“That is correct. While a large campus, we staff are still always available to our students.” An honest answer from a seemingly detached man. The response pulled a small smile from Y/n. “If you could follow me one last time back to the auditorium, the entrance ceremony will be beginning soon.”

“Right. Yeah, sure.” Y/n had almost forgotten about that, what kind of school schedules important events like this so late in the evening? Old schools and their weird traditions. They suppress a sigh and nod instead, following after the wheelchair bound man to wherever the auditorium was again.

The auditorium was veiled in shadowy candlelight. The seats began to fill with whispering students all wearing an assortment of colorful Darkwick uniforms unlike Y/n’s simple plain gray ones. Dante led the pair closer to seats near the sidelines of the stage, further away from the growing crowd and prying eyes.

“-ere you are! Where's the kudan?!” A shrill voice belonging to the Chancellor caught Y/n’s attention before they could fully settle. The blue haired kid calling after Professor Jekyll breezing through the aisles …or was it Hyde?

…

Yeah, Professor Hyde, mysterious, visibly impaired, scientist. Sounds about right.

Professor Dante, occupying an available space of the alley, let out a sigh shaking his head in disappointment. “Of course he forgot.” And with that, he as well as the white haired teacher disappeared behind the stage.

Y/n chuckled quietly to themselves. A Hyde and no Jekyll, a Dante seemingly on another quest towards peace and equilibrium, and the briefly acquainted Nicolas the alchemist/doctor.

Convenient that they had odd luck managing to get jobs that just fit their names so well, Y/n mused. Or maybe it was something else, like a work name or alias?

Y/n sighed to themselves, nerves from being alone in a new country for the schools program must be starting to get to the first-year student already.

The near eyes scrutinizing the obvious foreigner, whispers spreading further as they begin to notice Y/n.

Y/n matched the stares with a polite close eyed smile, first impression mattered they were often told, even if they really just wanted to cease existing in that exact moment of intense stares. Foreign students were obviously rare here, they concluded.

“Congratulations to all our new students!”

A single spotlight lit up the center of the stage, the circular light shinned on the chancellor, beaming and waving at the audience drawing the attention of all.

“With no further ado, let's begin the Weighing of Souls for the special admissions students! Could all the new ghouls please come up to the stage?”

[momosandlemonsoda]

WIP Wednesday

Despite knowing it was Wednesday all day, I only just remembered that WIP Wednesday exists. Thanks, brain.

Anyway, have Fang Duobing freaking out about being late to meet Li Lianhua in the rock star AU.

Shit! he thinks again, hoping desperately that Li Lianhua doesn’t get so annoyed that he up and leaves. Fang Duobing had gone through hell to get a practice room on such short notice, finally resorting to bribing a jazz trio to give him the room for their two-hour block. They’d charged an absolutely exorbitant rate, too! He tightens his grip on his guitar case and keeps going, picking up his pace. He doesn’t need to think about the last time he’d been late to a meeting with Li Lianhua, that was a bad— The memory rises up before he can stop it, Li Lianhua spread naked in his own sheets, long hair tumbled around him, head thrown back as he’d thrust into him. God, he thinks, smacking his head with his free hand, now is not the time, brain!  It was clear that had been a one-time thing and if he pisses the man off by being late again he will walk. Fang Duobing needs his help with this showcase—he’s half-convinced he made the complete wrong decision by signing up and he’s already talked himself out of dropping out three times already today. He hopes desperately that Li Lianhua got his text and grimly pushes himself to run faster. When he arrives ten minutes late, sweaty and out of breath, hair falling out of his ponytail, he’s relieved to see that Li Lianhua is still there, leaning against the wall outside the practice room. He almost looks like any other student in his threadbare blue peacoat, clutching a travel mug in one hand and his phone in the other. For a moment, Fang Duobing can only stare, marveling once again at how god-damned beautiful the man is, and then he gets ahold of himself, pulls out the post-it he’d shoved in his pocket, and punches in the code to access the room. “Sorry,” he gasps, holding the door open for Li Lianhua to enter. “My professor kept us over. I didn’t mean to be late.”

[anmarifromearth]

Chapter 2: Theodore Isaac Note: You can read the finished version on Quotev, but for Tumblr, I'd like to upload the chapters one by one.

WC: 1.0K -- Masterlist -- featuring art by @amalthiaph

She leaned in closer, a mischievous gleam in her eyes, "since this house was built long ago, did you know that there were passages in between the walls?"

I rolled my eye, pulling the longest sigh I had done in my nineteen years of existence. Instead of shutting him up, I end up reeling him even more. I watched at Charlotte as she puts on her brown leather boots. “I’m going out for food,” she says as she glanced up at me, fixing her boots, “The assembly mentioned they don’t prepare during the first day and on Sundays.”

I nodded, thinking it was stupid to skip the assembly and miss out on this much information. I hand her money and said I’ll get what she’s having. We agreed that I’ll just add on later if it costs more than I gave her. Soon, I heard the door shut and it was just me in the room.

We both agreed to have the chandelier off and use only the wall sconces; we thought it was unnecessary for that much lighting especially since there is no reading or writing being done tonight. Due to that, our room is very dim that you could barely make out the peach wallpaper that covered the walls. I put on a 2010 sitcom I loved so much, and smile as I remember how I make sure all my homework is done before 8 PM, so I can watch it without my grandmother getting angry at me. The credits are already rolling when I heard a knock from the door. I doubt it’s Charlotte because she doesn’t need to knock.

I got up, leaving my phone on the silk sheets of my bed. I put on my bunny slippers Charlotte thinks was too silly for a college student, but I prioritize comfort over what others think of me. I treaded across the shiny cherry floor, not without having to shout, “Coming,” as the person on the other side kept knocking. I pulled open the oak door to a tall, black-haired boy. He politely smiled at me, “Are we allowed to do this?”

I motioned him inside as peered on the hallways, also dim from having only the wall sconces on. “Didn’t you ask yourself that before even actually going here?” I asked as he jolted inside, avoiding getting caught. “Because what if it’s not?”

His eyes again travelled to the ceiling first, then the walls, the bed, and finally, to the floor. He was amazed, for sure, but I bet his own home isn’t anything less. “You can sit on my bed,” I awkwardly say, “They didn’t really have a couch.”

He settled down on the bed, gracefully, flattening the sheets around him as he does so. “I heard Charlotte’s your roommate,” he began, “And that’s why I came here?”

“So you came for Charlotte?” I asked as I leaned on the boudoir, made of almost the same old dark wood as the door. “She’s out to get food for the two of us. According to the assembly—“

“Which we did not attend courtesy of Mr. Andrews—“

I nodded as I continue, “There is no food on the first day, and on Sundays.”

There was silence, as his eyes studied the chandelier this time. I took this as an opportunity to stare at his eyes, wondering if they’re a dark blue or brown. “What?” he whispered.

“Why are you really here?” I asked, crossing my arms.

“For Charlotte.”

“Really?” I asked, letting my hands fall clumsily as I plop down the bed, “Because I already told you she isn’t here, and normally, people would have just said they’ll come back later.”

His eyes travelled from the chandelier to mine. They’re brown. “Alright, you got me,” he said as a small smile form at the corner of his lips, “Did you really think anywhere is safer than Velvet Manor?”

I rolled my eyes, “Don’t tell me you believe the creepy maid story. I thought I already debunked that.”

“Yes, by saying there are hidden passages in the walls,” he began, his voice lowering to a whisper, “That still exist to this day. That can hold things inside.”

The door opened and the smell of fast food filled the air. Charlotte came in with two bags of what I think are food she bought from the town square. "Sorry, these are all I could find," she handed me my change.

"It's fine," I reassured her and she put the change on top of the boudoir. Is food more expensive on the town square or did I give her less cash than I thought because, looking at what she had bought, I think she had given me less change than what's supposed to be left of my money. Or maybe she had miscount the coins she had given me and thought of it to be enough. I'll ask her about it later.

She placed the bags in the carpet in the middle of the room. She motioned for me to come there, "Let's have a picnic."

I glanced at the man sitting on my bed. He sat there uncomfortably.

"You too, Zach," Charlotte said stuffing a French fry on her mouth. “It’s nice to see you without your twin.”

“It’s just a canister,” Zach said with clenched teeth.

"You bought an extra?" I said, hence, the change, carefully sitting down as to not dirty the food. Zach did too, a lot more careful than me.

"Huh?" Charlotte said after taking a sip from her cola. "You told me to buy one more."

I frowned.

 "Yeah," Charlotte put her fork down and rummaged through her bag to get her phone. She showed me the screen and I saw my picture on a chat head. She tapped on it. It showed:

IRIS: The money I gave you is enough for two meals, right? Could you please add another one? I have a guest.

IRIS: If it isn't, could you please chip in? I'll just pay you here.

CHARLOTTE: Okay. I think it's enough.

CHARLOTTE: But even if it isn't, still okay. Just pay me later.

IRIS: Thanks.

CHARLOTTE: No prob.

"See?" Charlotte put her phone away and resumed eating.

I felt a cold chill crawl up my spine. When did I do that? The last time I touched my phone was before Zach came and during that moment, I only watched my favorite sitcom and nothing else. I didn’t even check my socials.

I opened my mouth, trying to think of anything to say. "When," that's the first word that came out of my thin lips, "did I... When did you receive the message?"

Charlotte pulled out her phone as she chewed. "Let me see," with her pinky fingers, the only clean one, she scrolled her phone, "uhh... Seven forty-two." It was now a few minutes past eight.

Zach wiped his mouth with one of the napkins given, "Unless I'm mistaken, that's around the time I got here," he turned and looked at me. "But I don't remember you picking up your phone. I actually accidentally sat on it on the bed."

I quickly took my phone from the bed, unlocked it, and went straight to Messenger. I can see messages from Charles to our group but I paid no mind. And that's when my eyes widened in horror. It feels as if the world stopped. And all I could hear is my heartbeat; quick and never ceasing anytime.

Recent:

YOU, CHARLES AND ZACH: Charles Andrews: Uhhh, guys? 19:52

CHARLOTTE AMELIE MEYER: Charlotte Amelie: No prob 19:45

I heard my breath stagger. My chest shook as I breathe in air. When did that happen? I jumped up as I was suddenly hit by a ball of tissue.

"We've been calling you," Charlotte said annoyed. "Now, Miss Forgetful, do you remember sending it?"

"No, I don't really think that's possible," Zach said, concerned. Or maybe not; he just always looks as if. "I told you. I sat on her phone on the bed."

"Butt dial?" Charlotte said casually as she stuffed fries on her mouth.

I rolled my eyes, "Three very well-constructed and sensible sentences? Unless Zach has fingers on his rear then we have no problem with that."

She shrugged her shoulders in defeat. "Ghost, maybe."

***

“Are we really doing this?” Zach whispered as he unrolled the plans on my wooden floor.

I only ever hinted I hated clichés, but this is too much for our first day of school. Last night’s Messenger conundrum brought out two theories: the first was Charles’ insistence that there really are ghosts in the manor, and the second was Zach’s proposition that since the wall passages still exist, there is a high chance that there are people secretly living inside them and has been going around and about. And generally, there is only one way to find answers to theories; by doing tests.

So for my second night at Wessman School, the three of us sat cross-legged on the floor, circling an old drawing.

“I still don’t think it’s worth detention,” Charlotte said as she sat on her bed, looking at the old paper sprawled in front of us.

“Theft is theft,” Zach answered, with a slight hint of annoyance. “And do you even have to throw it on the fountain?”

“At least you got yourself another canister,” Charlotte said, opening a book. “And for the record, the grey one is better than the blue one. The blue stands out too much.”

“Alright,” Charles cut in, shining his flashlight on Zach’s face much to the latter’s annoyance. It was already past curfew, so we can’t have the chandelier on. Only two of the wall sconces are left open, in addition to Charlotte’s bedside lamp. “I for one, think grey is better. And,” he used his light to trace the walls on the plan, "there are no 'passages' in between them; just plain walls. Look at that, all there was are just two thin lines parallel to one another. That's the walls," he shone it on my face.

I closed my eyes, blinded, "Put that away from my eyes," I said annoyed.

Zach pulled Charles' hand away from me. "Do you know how to read plans?" Zach asked. We shrugged. "Alright, so my father is an architect and he wanted me to become one, too. Ever since I was a kid, he's been teaching me things including how to read plans." Zach stole the flashlight from Charles. "Hold the ends," Charles and I obliged. He pointed at the bottom of it, "'Scale 1:1000' that means, for every one centimeter in the drawing is equal to 10 meters in reality. Here," he unrolled the third page which contained the third story. We held both ends like earlier. His finger landed on a small box on the right side. "This box here is this room." He shone the flashlight around. "I bet this is exactly ten meters big but look at the plan," he circled his finger around the small box, "it only measures a centimeter here." He smiled at us and we nodded. "Got it?"

He turned to the plan once again. His fingers pointed to the two lines parallel to one another dividing each space on the plan. "These lines," he tapped his finger twice on the drawing, "They are less than ten millimeters apart on the drawing. That means, there was a space in between them less than a meter wide," he shone the light on the walls, smiling in amazement.

[kny-agere]

saw that requests were open again and squealed with joy!

Could you write cg!Gyomei and little(s)!Genya and Muichiro.

No pressure ofc!

:3

Yay!! This was fun. I think Genya would normally be good at sharing but after being Gyomei’s focus for so long he’d get sad having to loose some attention (*´-`)

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Genya liked Muichiro under most circumstances. The boy was rude but in a strange quiet sort of way that Genya appreciated. He never had to guess what the hashira was thinking or if he was annoyed. They didn’t meet often, but occasionally ended up in the same town or even the same wisteria house.

However currently Muichiro is being cradled in Gyomei’s large hands which is very unfair because that is his usual spot.

“There’s room for you too,” Gyomei assures him. He can hold Tokito in one arm. The boy is half asleep with a thumb in his mouth. He doesn’t even react to the movements. For how large Himejima is, he is also strangely graceful.

But Genya hasn’t had to share his teachers affections before and doesn’t find the offer very appealing. For now he walks up to the man’s side and hides behind his large arm.

“I don’ wan’im here.” A frown is etched deep on his face.

Muichiro’s eyes blink open and stare widely at Genya. There’s not any particular emotion displayed within them, mostly just wide-eyed innocence. It’s a hard sight to stay mad at, pretty blue eyes surrounded by tousled black hair.

He holds fast though and sticks his tongue out.

Gyomei mutters a prayer under his breath and scoops up his student. “Be good.” It’s the only command he gives.

The urge to listen is very compelling. Genya could sit at the man’s side and with Tokito almost asleep he’d get most of the attention. He’s greedy though and would rather have his teacher all to himself. If Tokito is here now he might be here again and again. There’s even the frightening thought that someone so young might need more than an equal share of attention.

So quick as a gunshot his hand lashes out, but Gyomei is quicker of course and captures his wrist. He murmurs another prayer.

Genya is waiting for something to follow, a hand against his face or for Muichiro to burst out crying (the boy just blinks and watches with an unfocused stare). His wrist stays caught in Himejima’s large hand, though the hold is soft.

The lack of reaction only makes the boy feel worse and another burst over anger overtakes him. He yanks his hand out of the hold and lets out a frustrated huff. This time he lashes out at his teacher, hands banging against stiff unmovable muscle. He kicks too, though his feet don’t cause any real damage either. Trying to hurt Gyomei is like trying to hurt a boulder. Within a few minutes he grows tired and falls back into a welcoming embrace.

“Why don’t you help me hold Tokito-kun?” He moves the half asleep child closer.

Too tired to argue he doesn’t react. Slowly the boy is moved next to him. Genya doesn’t really hold him anyways. Muichiro is supported mostly by Gyomei still, but his side brushes up against the older child. A soft hand reaches out to grab onto Genya’s vest.

The boy did make a very cute baby and deep within him a sense of wonder sparks. He remembers his own younger siblings. Something within Genya shifts and he gently (gently as he can, which is still a touch too rough) runs his hand over Tokito’s head. He’s more so slapping and tangling the hair rather than petting it but the younger coos happily at the actions. When he looks up for approval Gyomei is smiling too.

“I still want ‘lone time cuddles after, since I’m being so good to baby Mui.”

The man’s smile widens, a rare sight as his teeth peek out, and nods. “Once Tokito-kun is asleep you’ll need to quiet but I’m sure you can do that.” His hand ruffles Genya’s hair, engulfing his head. The boy squeaks and nods quickly. “I’m the best at bein’ quiet.”

Gyomei nods, and then strokes his students ego just a bit. “You’re a very good boy.” It’s hard not to compliment him when Genya immediately brightens.

“An’ I’m the best at being a good friend to Mui.”

This time his vie for a compliment goes unanswered. His master murmurs another prayer. He’ll need help dealing with two little ones.