#and she was like 'that's right you fucking bastard you've convinced me to join your cult' 😌

[lepakonpaska]

[happy rambling in the tags because i love my job so much ✨️🌻]

[saetoru]

#𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍

☰ SYNOPSIS ⋮ it’s his best friends big day, and your first real encounter with geto suguru, but gojo insists suguru won’t notice if you disappear for just a little while

five places rb! gojo shouldn’t fuck you series

pairing ⋮ rich boy! gojo x reader

length ⋮ 3.3k words

contents ⋮ nsfw 18+, fem! reader, college au, rich boy! gojo, needy gojo, fingering, cunnilingus, edging, hand jobs, unprotected sex, clothed sex, clit slapping, creampie

notes ⋮ well this was supposed to be posted in the day but now it is 2 am jdshdgf. thank you to my lover boy scout for beta reading i adore you <33

gojo satoru is spoiled—painfully so.

which is to be expected given his upbringing, and it’s not as though you don’t already know it—you just haven’t been made aware that you’ve also been a part of the problem until now. you don’t realize just how often you give into him until you have to say no.

and he’s rather good at getting what he wants—with his lips curled in a convincing pout, wide blue eyes that stare at you innocently, large hands roaming your sides as they gently rub up and down the expanse of your hips. you should be firm, you should be reminding him he can’t always have something just because he asks, but it starts to hit you that maybe you’re just as bad when it comes to spoiling him.

and if he’s rather good at getting what he wants, he’s especially good when he wants you.

“satoru, we’re at your best friend’s birthday—”

“but suguru has so many spare rooms—”

“no,” you hiss, making his lips pout even further.

gojo satoru is also insatiable. just when you think he’s had enough, it seems to never be enough. he always wants more. you think there should be exceptions to that fact, like being in the wrong time and the wrong place perhaps, but you've been proven wrong time and time again (as you always are when it comes to him.)

“he won’t even notice we’re gone,” he whines, hands trailing down to grab your ass. you swat his hands away and glare, sighing and pinching the bridge of your nose in irritation when a few people snicker as they walk past you. 

“satoru—”

“that’s toru to you,” he corrects, glaring at you. 

you almost forget he’s also a bastard. 

“toru, now is a horrible time,” you scold, “this is my first time meeting suguru—i even got a new dress for this party, see?” you gesture at the (expensive) dress you’re wearing, which seems to only do the opposite of what you hoped. he only stares at you up and down, eyes lingering on your curves as they turn a shade darker—a shade you’re all too familiar with as his orbs gloss over with lust. his hands firmly give your waist a squeeze, and as his resolve only hardens, you find yours slowly crumbling.

“you never get new dresses for me,” he complains, tugging you closer by the hips. 

by now, you’ve gotten used to the burning stares of people in the distance when your boyfriend insists on being difficult, but what you don’t expect is a smooth chuckle from behind you as a tall figure with dark hair approaches you. 

“jealous she got all dolled up for me, satoru?” geto teases, making gojo huff as he pulls you flush against his chest. 

“she didn’t dress up for you,” he scowls, “she dressed up for me. right, baby?” he looks at you hopefully, smiling at you as if he expects you to pick his side.

“no, i dressed up for myself,” you roll your eyes. 

“that’s right,” gojo agrees instantly, nodding seriously as he speaks, “she dresses up for no one but herself. but sometimes for me too,” he adds the last part with a smug grin, making you purse your lips and geto roll his eyes in amusement. 

sometimes, you seem to also forget that gojo satoru is shameless too. 

“well, you almost said the right thing,” geto snorts, making you crack a smile as you chuckle, “you at least get points for effort.” and for what feels like the millionth time in the last ten minutes, gojo shoots you a pout as you join in with his best friend’s teasing. 

“he’s trying his best,” you giggle, gesturing at gojo with one hand, the other laying flat against his sturdy chest, “he’s not the brightest.”

“no he’s not,” geto laughs softly. you watch as he gently bumps his fist at gojo’s shoulder, and you take in the soft smile that blooms across your boyfriend’s lips. 

it’s rare to see gojo this carefree when he’s not in private—you’re used to his smug attitude and witty jeers, used to seeing the carefully built exterior that makes him gojo. but he’s always been satoru when he’s with you, and he seems to be satoru when he’s with geto too.

you decide you like geto suguru—decide that maybe, just like gojo, he’s not so bad for someone you’ve always deemed a privileged snob. 

“baby, why would you pick his side? you’re suppos—”

“happy birthday, by the way,” you turn to geto, interrupting gojo (and ignoring his protests about not listening to him), “toru’s told me a lot about you.” geto’s eyes seem to soften some before he shoots gojo a smug look. 

“i gotta hear everything toru’s said,” he grins, “i’ll be back after i greet all the guests.” with a polite smile to you and a firm clasp to gojo’s shoulder as he pats his back, he’s off—and as soon as he’s out of earshot, your earlier headache returns. 

“see? he’s gone,” gojo whines, “baby, please? you look so pretty, i just gotta have you,” he whispers huskily against your ear, sending shivers down your spine at the low rumble of his voice against your skin. you let out a shaky breath, pretending not to notice the thumbs that rub circles into your hips and the warm breath that fans against your skin.

but something tells you gojo is well aware that he just about has you where he wants you. 

“baby, you can have me as soon as we’re home,” you press a lingering kiss to his jaw, and it’s meant to soothe him, meant to convince him against his very inappropriately timed request—but you both know your lips pressing into him like that only further riles him up.

and perhaps you too, even if you don’t want to admit it. 

“please,” he bats his lashes—and gojo satoru has dangerous eyes. they’re all too alluring, pulling you to the depths of the ocean until it’s too late not to drown in them. “i promise this’ll be the only time,” he murmurs, pressing soft pecks along your jaw before he meets your gaze once more. 

you look into his eyes, and suddenly, you’re pulled in deep—not one chance of survival. 

“you’re a liar,” you breathe, but he smirks when he hears the need in your own voice. 

“ah, well…i guess you got me,” he chuckles. “can’t expect a man to resist all this,” he says lowly, hands rubbing up and down your sides again, making the room close in on you as your breath seems to become more labored, “that’s too cruel.”

finally, the last thread to your composure snaps as you grip his shirt with your fist, sighing deeply before meeting his eyes. they’re smug—like they know what you’ve decided long before you have, and they almost make you want to rethink your decision. maybe you would if it wasn’t for the dull ache spreading between your legs. 

“it can’t be anywhere people can find us,” you warn. his eyes turn a shade darker almost instantly as he nods. 

“done,” he says smugly, like it’s too simple of a request. “i know just the place. it’ll be perfect.”

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evidently, the “perfect” place in question is geto’s own bedroom. your jaw drops as soon as you step in, turning to gojo to protest, only to have two strong arms guide you to the bed, your back falling against the soft mattress with a thud as he hovers over you. 

“t-toru,” you stutter, trying to ignore the soft nips at your neck as his lips map your skin. “are you crazy? we can’t do this here,” you say in disbelief. 

“why not?” he shrugs, hiking your dress up your legs, letting it bunch up above your hips. “no one’s gonna interrupt us here,” he purs, kiss after kiss pressing into your jaw, down your neck, along your collarbones and stopping just at the swell of your breasts. 

“but this is…this is his room…we sh-shouldn’t—”

“shh, sweetheart,” he murmurs, “you think too much.” his finger runs along your slit through your underwear, and a cocky grin paints his features as he feels the wetness through the fabric. “excited, huh?” he wriggles his brows.

“we haven’t got all day,” you hiss, rolling your hips to press against his hand for more pressure. chuckling deeply, he pulls you into a heated kiss, lips molding against yours as his tongue tastes you. you moan against his mouth, and he feels his pants tighten at the sound. 

“gonna fuck you in this dress,” he hums, “did you pick this color for me?” he raises a brow, admiring the bright blue of the silk, large hands gripping your thighs before wrenching them further apart. gasping, you whine in protest. 

“toru, this dress is expensive, you have to take it off so—”

“i’ll be careful,” he protests, making you click your teeth in irritation. 

“you’re never careful with anything,” you huff, cheeks puffed up and lips curled in a cute little pout that makes him grin. chuckling, he leans down and presses a trail of kisses along your inner thigh, grinning to himself smugly as you shiver from the attention. 

“i will be,” he insists, “and if i’m not, i’ll buy you another one. buy you as many as you like if i get to keep doing this,” he grins. you don’t have another chance to protest, too busy waiting, hoping for his next move as you feel the familiar ache build in your heat. “that’s it,” he smirks, fingers slowly hooking around your underwear and inching it down your legs. you whimper when he presses a soft kiss to your clit, feeling it throb from just the slightest attention. “you just keep arguing and arguing, but you want it just as bad,” he grins up at you.

you click your teeth, scowling at him—and you’re stubborn, always have been. but gojo thinks he wants you like this, still as stubborn as the day he met you.

“if you don’t do something, i can just do it myse—fuck, toru,” you mewl, interrupting yourself as his fingers sink past your folds, curling into your spot just right. his lips attach themselves to your clit, sucking slowly, tongue lapping at you as you whine while your fingers curl into the soft sheets under you, head sinking into the plush of the pillows.

“taste just as sweet as i remember,” he groans, tongue slowly fucking into you, your slick covering his chin as he sloppily makes out with your pussy. gojo has always had a rather sweeth tooth, and he’s always hungry. he hikes a leg over his shoulder for better access, a warm hand running up and down your leg soothingly as you gasp, grunting happily when your fingers move to thread through his locks and tug at the roots.

“toru, toru—fuck,” you chant, grinding your hips to get more friction from his tongue, “feels good, k-keep going.” almost as if to spite you, he pulls away, snickering as you stare at him incredulously.

“you have any idea how loud you’re being?” he asks smugly, thumb trailing to find your clit, rubbing circles over it as you grit your teeth and glare at him. he’s too smug, too ignited by the idea of pushing your buttons as he shoots you a cheeky grin.

you suppose some things were never meant to change.

“satoru—”

“ah-ah, sweetheart,” he tuts, “it’s toru, remember? you always seem to forget that.”

“toru, quit it,” you whine, “please i need it,” you insist, pouting down at him. it mirrors the look he gave you earlier, needy and so, so desperate. all traces of pride leaves your brain when you feel his fingers tease your slit and rub along your entrance, just barely sliding into you before pulling away. you whimper at the throb between your legs as the slow build-up to your climax from earlier dies down.

“knew you wanted it as bad as me,” he chuckles lowly, fingers sinking into your heat once more, fucking into you relentlessly all too suddenly as his tongue glides along your clit back and forth, making you mewl as your thighs quiver. “always act like you’re so responsible, but you’re just my needy little baby.”

you let out a loud moan—dangerously so, and if you weren’t so close to your high, you’d be mortified that he was right earlier. you are being loud.

“gonna cum—fuck ‘m gonna cum, toru,” you sob, thighs squeezing around his head and caging him against your cunt. 

“yeah? so soon? ‘s gotta be a new record, baby,” he groans against you, the vibrations of his voice making you gasp, and suddenly everything’s turned white—you let out a shrill squeal as you cum, feeling his fingers thrust into you roughly as your walls spasm around him.

your thighs are shaking over his shoulders as he continues to suck on your clit—right until you whine and buck your hips to try and move away from his hungry lips. he finally pulls away, a satisfied grin on his face as he wipes the slick and drool from his chin with a very expensive shirt sleeve.

“someone has to be responsible,” you scoff, “look at you. you are so irresponsible,” you chide, eyeing the newly damp spot on his sleeve.

“we’re fucking on my best friend’s bed,” he snorts, “i think we’ve established that.”

he moves back up to hover over you, and you stare down at the tent in his pants, noticing the slight wet patch that’s starting to form from the pre cum, making your hand reach to palm him through the fabric. the reaction is instantaneous—and it’s satisfying, really, to make gojo shut up for once. 

especially when he lets out a soft whine at the slightest touch from you.

“fuck, baby,” he gasps, “need you so bad. been driving me insane all night.” his hips roll to grind against your hand, chasing more friction as his pants get more ragged, shaky moans ringing against your ear as he buries his face into your neck.

“who’s needy now,” you grin, squeezing around the outline of his cock, giggling when he lets out a strangled groan. “you’re about to cum in your pants.” growling, he glares at you, but his movements don’t falter for even a second.

“i’m the one who wanted this,” he reminds you, huffing slightly before cutting himself off with a surprised grunt when your hand sneaks past his waistband and frees his cock. he hisses as the cool air hits him, shuddering with a soft whine as your thumb smears the pre cum leaking from his slit around his tip. “unlike someone, i know what i want.”

you roll your eyes as you stroke him slowly—just as slowly as he teased you earlier, and he gifts you with a needy whimper.

“more,” he rasps, “god, fuck baby, i need more. please.” with a soft kiss to the side of his head, your hand squeezes around him tighter, stroking his thick length sloppily before guiding him to your entrance. he’s pulsing, hot and heavy in your hand as you rub his tip against your wet folds and feel his cock twitch as you shudder at the sensation of him grinding against your clit.

“then take it,” you murmur against the shell of his ear.

and he does—he doesn’t waste a single second before his cock sinks into you, curving along your walls perfectly as his tip presses against your sweet spot. you both moan at the intrusion, your chests touching and nipples grazing through the fabrics of your clothes.

“s-sweetheart,” he gasps shakily, “so tight, fuck you always feel so good.” 

“s-satoru,” you whimper, clutching onto his shirt, fisting it tightly in your hand as he bullies his fat tip deep into you with each snap of his hips. you feel his hair dampen with sweat as it brushes against the skin of your neck, walls clamping down on him tighter with every raspy moan he lets out as he burrows his face deeper into your shoulder.

“so good,” he mumbles, “feel this?” he growls, cock slamming into you as he rolls his hips harder, hands grasping your hips with an almost bruising grip. “anybody ever fuck you like this? make you feel this good?”

you don’t answer save for the choked sob you let out as his thumb rolls over your clit once more. 

“answer me,” he demands, hand leaving a warning slap against your clit, making your back arch off the mattress as you whine. “anyone else ever fuck you like me? or am i the only one?”

“you, jus’ you, toru,” you slur, “only ever you.” 

“‘s right,” he rasps, breath coming out in labored pants as his hips take a sloppier rhythm, balls slapping against your ass as your legs wrap tightly around his waist. moaning wantonly, his thumb rubs harshly at your clit once more to get you closer to your peak, feeling his own approach. “this pussy was made for me—never gonna feel anyone fuck you as full as me,” he reminds you, voice breaking off into a soft whine as he feels your clamp down on him. 

“close—‘m close,” you babble, chanting his name as your nails dig into his shoulder through his shirt. “gonna cum again, toru. p-please.”

“go ahead baby,” he pants, “cum for me, sweetheart.” your second orgasm crashes over you in tidal waves, body pressing up against his as your walls flutter around him tightly. you let out a muffled scream as his lips press onto yours in a messy kiss, drinking in your moans. 

with a few more snaps of his hips, his face falls to your chest, your hands cradling his head as he ruts his hips into your abused cunt, riding out his own high. you feel his cock twitch with each rope of cum, painting your walls white with thick spurts. 

“sh-shit, baby—that’s it. y-you’re something else, sweetheart,” he mumbles incoherently, feeling his cock throb with pleasure as he finishes. “can’t…can’t ever get enough of you.”

with a few last pumps of his hips, he collapses over you with a low groan, panting erratically along with you as you both catch your breaths. your hand moves to stroke through his sweaty locks, scratching weakly at his scalp as he presses hot, open-mouthed kisses to the exposed skin of your chest. 

“suguru’s gonna know we were in here,” you groan woefully, feeling gojo’s arms snake around your body as he flips you both over to lay your head on his chest. 

“yeah, so? he’s fucked plenty of girls in my room,” gojo shrugs. you make a face, glaring up at him in disgust. 

“and we sleep on that bed? where other naked girls have been?” smirking, gojo boops your nose before pressing a delicate kiss to your forehead. 

“i replaced the sheets.”

“not good enough,” you mutter through a pout. you shuffle to lay closer to him—until you feel something sticky leak down your thigh before you register damp cloth against your skin. “toru,” you gasp, slapping his chest, making him jump slightly at your outburst. 

“what?”

“my dress,” you scowl, “you ruined it.” 

and when he chuckles, simply collapsing against the mattress again as he pulls you closer, you think to yourself that perhaps you’ve spoiled gojo one too many times. 

“s’ok,” he chuckles, “told you i’d buy you another. a nicer one too, okay?”

“i liked this one,” you sulk. “i’m never letting you rope me into something like this again.”

“yeah?” he challenges, staring down at you with a smug look on his face—one that tells you he knows you a lot better than you think. “we’ll see, sweetheart. you seemed to enjoy yourself.”

“i’d say you both seemed to have enjoyed yourselves,” you hear an unimpressed voice say, making both of your heads shoot up in shock to meet geto’s pursed lips as he stands by the door with crossed arms. 

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[rogue-durin-16]

YOU DRIVE ME MAD

Summary: Fred's and Y/n's silly rivalry may have more to do with love than with hate; after a fatal incident, some confessions are made.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Genre: angst-fluff

Tags:

Fred Weasley: @whiskeyn-rain @lumos-solemn

Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog @amourtentiaa

Warnings: brief mention of violence, blood, language (this seems a lot darker than it is lmao)

A/N: idk man I just love this idiot so here it comes another oneshot. The reader's house is not specified btw. Enjoy <3

Rogue-durin-16 masterlist

Fred spotted me and walked to stand near me before asking jokingly "On your way to kill a man, Y/n?" Oh, little did he know.

"what is that?!" I exclaimed at the sight of my friend's bruised arm.

"uhm... Nothing."

"who did that to you?" I knew the answer before I even got it. My friend had gone to break up with that Cormac McLaggen the previous night; she had finally listened to us and ended that toxic relationship they had, but apparently she got a souvenir from it.

"It's fine- he didn't mean to- Y/n don't do anything stupid." Too late, I saw red.

"I don't have time for your bullshit, Weasley." I curtly replied bumping his shoulder while I walked past him, making his smile drop in confusion. I never missed the opportunity to start a playful argument with him, but, as I had said, I didn't have time for that.

With the corner of my eye, I saw him joining my friends in the task of trailing after me.

I spotted the bastard chatting with his friends in the middle of the hallway that led to the Great Hall. "Oi, McLaggen!"

"Evening, Y/l/n." That filthy grin vanished from his face when I kicked him in the balls, triggering some gasps from our peers and a grunt of pain from him.

"Listen carefully, you loathsome pig." I leaned over to be eye to eye with him. "If you dare to lay a finger on my friend again— if you even think about it— I'll become your personal nightmare." I stood upright again, his eyes full of hate and rage following my movements. "You don't deserve a bloody warning, but I'm a generous woman." Poison dripped off my tongue, my eyes throwing daggers at him as I stepped back and turned around.

My eyes met Fred's worried ones while I made my way to my friends; they surely had told him enough for the ginger to know this was no time for joking and teasing.

His gaze then flickered behind me with panic and I realized a tad too late I shouldn't have turned my back to McLaggen; at the end of the day, pride overpowered honour in a lot of Gryffindors.

I spun around, grabbing my wand from my pocket, but I wasn't fast enough; before I knew what was happening, Fred was in front of me, serving as a human shield from the jinx.

The unknown spell hit his back and propelled us in my friends' direction. I was quickly on my knees, sitting Fred up and earning a grunt in the process, which I initially thought was caused by the fall. "Are you mental?!" My friend casted an Expelliarmus at the younger Gryffindor, long forgotten due to Fred's actions.

"My back— AH!" He yelped when I tried to pull him up.

"OI!" A first year who had made his way to the first row of students frantically gestured at Fred's back. "He's bleeding!!"

"What?!" I made him lean on me to take a look at his white shirt, now stained with blood. What I thought to be a harmless jinx turned out to be fatal.

"He's not supposed to be bleeding!" Cormac shouted, as panicked as I was.

One of my friends said something about going to look for George while the others shoot off to look for Madam Pomfrey.

"I'm gonna kill him..." Fred mumbled through gritted teeth, his voice shaky and weak. He felt so fragile in my arms, and I couldn't help the tears stinging my eyes.

"Fred—" his hands, which had been gripping my forearms, lost strength as the boy's body relaxed. "For fuck's sake don't fall asleep."

"... 'm trying..."

"FREDDIE!" His twin brother rushed to us, falling on his knees by his brother's side.

"I'm sorry." McLaggen had walked to us, keeping a safe distance.

"YOU'RE DEAD MCLAGGEN!" George stood up before I could stop him. Luckily for everyone, Madam Pomfrey showed up.

"Oh Lord! Mister Weasley, quick! Help me with your brother!" The Healer commanded, and soon they were pulling Fred off my grasp and rushing to the infirmary.

I was left in the middle of the hallway with my friends showering me with worried questions and reassurance.

What the fuck had just happened?

~~~~~~~~~~~~

During dinner, several girls and a couple of boys came to congratulate me for kicking McLaggen's balls, and it would have been a lot more satisfactory if Fred Weasley hadn't stepped in the middle.

As soon as I finished my meal, I headed to the infirmary through the now quiet halls, only to find there were too many people visiting.

Of course, George was there, along with their younger siblings and Lee Jordan, but in front of them stood Professor Flitwick, Professor McGonagall and none other than Cormac McLaggen himself.

"—already told you it wasn't for you!"

"How is that an apology, Mister McLaggen?" McGonagall scolded him, refraining herself from hitting the boy herself.

"You better fucking run, McLaggen, because the moment I can step out of this bed I swear on Godric I will—"

"Enough, Mister Weasley!" I almost pitied the poor woman. Her House was probably the most problematic. "All of you must go to your dormitories, Mister Weasley needs to rest." I stood on the entrance of the room, unsure of whether I should leave or enter, until Flitwick's eyes landed on my form. He redirected McGonagall's attention to me, and I felt the need of shying away. "Miss Y/l/n," I didn't miss the failed attempt of Fred to move; luckily, he was stopped by his sister. "I suppose you wanted to pay a visit?"

"Uhm... I did, Professor." I confessed, fidgeting with the sleeves of my robe. "I know it's late—"

"Don't take too long." She spoke, motioning everyone to follow her. "Curfew is still at 10." She reminded me in a warning tone, passing by.

As soon as they were out, I made my way to Fred, who lay on his stomach in one of the beds, the sheets only covering his legs an hips in order to avoid the clothing chaffing his damaged skin.

"You have a heart after all, huh?" He teased once I stood in front of him.

"How are you?" He frowned at my genuine question; the ginger surely expected me to make a witty comeback, but again, it didn't seem the time.

"A tad better." He gave me a reassuring half smile, deciding to drop our banter for a night. "Flitwick said he used a stinging jinx but casted it wrong." Fred huffed. "A bloody tosser."

He motioned at the chair behind me and I sat down, scooting closer to the bed. I still couldn't wrap my head around the fact that he had jumped in front of me. It had hit his back, but I knew it was meant to hit my face —what a mess that would have been—, and I couldn't help but feel a bit guilty.

"Stop that."

"Stop what?"

"It's not on you." I felt my face flaring up at the ease with which he saw through me. I wasn't the first time he did that, but it was the first time he didn't use it to tease me.

"I know, I just—" I sighed. "I don't know." Though my sight was casted down, I still felt his worried gaze on me. "I'm gonna murder him."

"I reckon George will overtake us both on that." He tried to laugh but ended up in a since instead. "Or Gin. Maybe they'll team up with Ron and we'll find a corpse in the Gryffindor common room tomorrow." This time it was me who laughed. "How's your friend?"

"She'll be alright." I informed, distracting myself with a loose string at the hem of my skirt.

"And you?" I met his eyes with a hum leaving my mouth. "How are you?"

"Been better." I confessed.

Silence.

"Can you pass me the water?" I nodded, holding the glass in front of him and putting the straw in his mouth so he could take a couple of sips. "Thanks."

"No worries."

Silence again.

"Did you eat something?"

He scrunched his nose. "Not really."

"I'll go grab something from the kitchens." I didn't get far before his long fingers wrapped around my wrist.

"I'd rather have you here keeping my company." I then sat down again, his fingers only leaving my wrist to intertwin with mines. "I'm not hungry anyway."

More silence.

"Your hand is really soft." I reckon those words involuntarily escaped his lips by the way his eyes widened. "I don't know why I said that."

"Yours is too, surprisingly."

"Surprisingly?" He quirked an eyebrow at me, and I didn't quite realise what his grin was about until I spoke again.

"I imagined they'd be more rough." Oh no. "That came out wrong— I meant—"

"That you've imagined what my hands would feel like?" He was trying to bite back a laugh at the way my face turned red.

"No!"

"You sure?"

"Positive."

"Liar."

There we went again; the white flag was out.

"Fuck you."

"Please." My cheeks turned even redder, and I wanted to think it was because of the anger. "You look really cute when you blush."

"You look really cute when you keep your mouth shut."

"Then shut me, love." He wiggled his brows at me.

"I would, but I don't wanna punch you in this state."

"You're very agressive." He pointed out, shocked that I didn't get what he was implying. "I meant with a kiss."

"Ew-" I pretended to gag. "no!"

He tugged on my hand and pulled me to my knees falling right in front of his eyes with our faces inches away. "C'mon Y/l/n, we're dragging this on now." His eyes kept falling on my mouth after I had unconsciously chewed on my lower lip.

"We're... We're not dragging on anything." I wasn't sure if I was trying to convince him or myself.

"Do you want me to start? Alright, you drive me mad." He forced his gaze to be fixed on mine. "You're annoying, rude and a pain in the arse." I huffed. "But you're also quick-witted and caring and brave." Gosh I hated how easily he made me blush. "Sometimes I want to punch you in that pretty face of yours but other times— most of the times— all I wanna do is kiss you." His thumb caressed the back of my hand. "Hell, I threw myself between you and that blonker without thinking twice!"

He raised his eyebrows, silently prompting me to say something, but I just didn't know what to say.

"Miss Y/l/n," Madam Pomfrey called, making me let go of Fred's hand an stood up. "It's almost ten o'clock! Let Mister Weasley rest." I nodded, not even looking in Fred's direction as I exited the infirmary.

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FRED'S P. O. V.

The morning after the incident, Dean and Neville dragged in an unrecognisable McLaggen; they were probably the only ones who cared about that bloke enough to take him to Madam Pomfrey, though they did it half-heartedly.

I was discharged after three days in, right before lunch, and obviously, I was received as a hero; several people came to praise my bravery or ask how I was feeling, but I just wanted to see one person.

That night in the infirmary I was sure she felt the same way —hell, I had been sure for a couple of months— but after seeing her reaction, I didn't really know anymore.

I could always tell her it was a prank, and we would go back to our usual bickering. "Weasley!" Shit. "Fred!" She specified when the four of us turned at the call of our surname, almost jogging in my direction. "Can we talk?"

"Go ahead, darling." I prompted her without moving from my seat.

"In private?"

"Nah," I begged Godric for her not to see behind my grin the panic that produced me the mere thought of being left alone with her.

"Are you joking?" She huffed and, after taking a deep breath, she spoke. I wasn't expecting her to speak. "So you see, you're cheeky and stupid and not nearly as funny as you think." Ginny spit her pumpkin juice due to Y/n's harsh words. "but I... ugh! Okay— I want to kiss you too."

This time it was Ron who choked on his drink. "What's going on?"

"I feel like we missed an important part of this conversation." George commented.

This time it was Y/n who awaited for an answer. "This is literally the most embarrassing thing ever, so at least say something." She commanded in a rather rude tone, tapping her shoe against the floor.

I winced ever so slightly at the effort of getting up, but it was worth it when I saw her expression as I towered her; I reckon I had never seen her that sheepish before.

"That's a really mean way of saying you're attracted to me." I observed, quirking a brow at her. "Dunno why I fancy you so much."

"Well that makes the two of us." I couldn't help but chuckle at her attitude before cupping her cheeks and bring her lips to mine.

Finally.

Despite being a short, innocent kiss, was enough to make us both blush and grin like idiots.

"Awww" I rolled my eyes at my twin's mockery, knowing damn well I wouldn't hear the end of it.

"Why do I feel like I'm gonna miss you two being at each other's throat?" I couldn't care less about Ron's question as Y/n pulled me down for another kiss.

Almost bleeding to death seemed worth it in that moment.

[hotchscvm]

love me, hate me - part two

Warnings: explicit sexual content, swearing

Word count: 3.3k

Summary: Christmas comes around and Ransom wants you more than ever.

part one

"You're telling me you actually want to date this guy? The one who can't even make you cum?" you asked, licking the remaining frosting from your finger. You placed the messy bowl in the sink, watching your best friend trying—and failing—to get the egg shells out of the mixture.

Meg gave up, dumping the brownie batter down the sink with the water running, fed up with the shells. "Yeah, but sex isn't everything, you know. I don't know—it's just this guy isn't like my exes. He genuinely cares about my feelings, and doesn't control me. Besides, he made me cum a few times. He's nice."

With Mariah Carey's Christmas music playing in the background, the miniature Christmas tree on the table, and the snow falling, the Thrombey household felt festive. Although, the people bundled up and arguing in the next room—not so much. Yet, neither of you cared while you continued to work, helping Martha out, on the desserts. It wasn't going as well as planned, but you took it as a positive considering you hadn't started a fire. Yet.

"Ah, yes, nice. Can't relate. I'm currently attracted to assholes who have anger issues." you commented, passing Meg the flour once again. Your creation was in the oven, and all you hoped was that no one got food poisoning because of it. Even you couldn't live with the guilt of Ransom, or his touchy father, throwing up Christmas morning.

"Currently?" Meg asked, raising an eyebrow, getting eggs out of the fridge for the hundredth time. She glanced at the direction of the door, the sound of it opening drawing both of your attention. "I'm pretty sure your daddy issues didn't just happen recently. Speaking of which, you may be the main reason Ransom decided to come back for Christmas instead chasing a model around."

You rolled your eyes, sitting back in your chair while contemplating whether or not it's too late to ditch. While Ransom was hot, his spoiled attitude wasn't worth tolerating for a quick fuck. With sarcasm dripping, you sighed. "Oh, how wonderful. 'Cause, that's exactly what I need right now."

Meg chuckled, focusing on the task at hand, trying not get shells in the mixture again. She had held off on mixing the dry stuff, much to your dismay, but to her it made sense to get the hard part out of the way so it wouldn't fuck everything up. Your best friend had just finished cracking her last egg when Harlan walked into the kitchen, Ransom trailing a few feet behind him. The playboy's eyes immediately landed on you, yet you didn't meet his, too preoccupied with the phone in your hands.

Harlan's slight frown lifted into a smile, surveying how messy the kitchen had gotten. "My, my, I wasn't aware a cake had exploded in my kitchen."

Looking up, you grinned at the old man, the smile reaching your eyes until you saw who was behind him. Ignoring Ransom, you giggled at Harlan's remark. "You call it a mess, we call it baking."

"As long as you ladies are having fun." Harlan replied, patting your shoulder before heading off towards his office, too tired to deal with his dysfunctional family at the moment.

Ransom lingered, walking up to you, a smirk impended on his face. Yet, you refocused you're attention back on your phone while Meg left the room, her apron still attached to her. You didn't question her sudden disappearance, knowing she was just as annoyed at Ransom's presence. The man in question peeked over you shoulder to see your screen showing off another man's dick, the words right below it explicit.

His jaw clenched in jealousy. Much to his chagrin, the man's dick was just as big as his own. But, he kept the icy exterior up. "Would it be offensive to ask whether or not your baking will make me sick this evening?"

You scoffed without looking up, tapping out of the dick pic your previous hook up had sent. "Since when do you care if you're offensive or not? Who are you, and what have you done to Ransom Drysdale?"

Ransom shrugged, leaning against the kitchen island while facing your annoyed expression. His smug behavior got under your skin, and the bastard was well aware. "Maybe all this Christmas spirit got into me. Or maybe I'm trying to be nice."

You raised an eyebrow, getting off your chair, rushing to the window, pretending to be looking for something. After a few seconds, Ransom's curiosity got the best of him and he joined you, looking for anything unusual outside. The snow-covered land showed nothing out of the ordinary, furthering Ransom's confusion.

"What are you looking at? I can't see anything." he said, squinting at the general direction you had look at.

Shrugging, you moved back to your seat, propping your elbows on the back of the chair, allowing a smug smirk lift your lips. "I thought pigs were flying. Ransom Drysdale isn't capable of being nice, yet alone say the word. I'm shocked hell hadn't freeze over. Yet."

The playboy rolled his eyes, crossing his arms as he took your body in, wrapped in his favorite color, the dress hugging your curves. "What's a guy have to do to be taken seriously with you? You and I both know I can give you everything you want, and more."

"Are you trying to buy me right now?" you asked, half teasing, half annoyed. Ransom could not take a hint, and you hated the fact that he didn't back off despite the sarcasm and insults you threw his way.

"I'm trying to be nice but you're making it really hard." Ransom answered, his cockiness wearing off. He was growing frustrated the more you looked at him like he was a piece of trash. All you wanted him to be was nice, now that he was trying to be, you wouldn't believe his intentions, despite wanting to prove it to you.

Pursing your lips, you tapped your finger against the table, the acrylic nail making a clicking noise. "You wanna prove it? Fine. You've got til midnight tonight. If you're unable to change my mind, you have to buy me my spring break vacation, all the fees and expenses."

"And if I do change your mind..." Ransom smirked, brushing a stray hair behind your ear, earning a half-hearted glare. "... you have to go on a date with me."

Ransom nearly burst out laughing from your shocked expression, the genuine look of surprised slapped on your face with the words. You shut your hanging jaw, still not processing what he was saying. "Excuse me?"

"You have to go on a date with me if I convince you that I'm willing to change my, and I quote, 'bratty and douchebag ways.' An actual date where we sit down, eat dinner, talk about our feelings, and get drunk. Whatever happens, happens." Ransom purred, placing a finger on your bottom lip. You slapped his hand away, and his smirked grew. "Are you going to back out of this already, princess?"

It was your stubborn side that made agree, pressing your lips into a thin line, you grabbed Ransom's hand, shaking it. He raised an eyebrow while you sighed. "You're on. Hope you have enough money to pay for a lengthy trip. I plan on drinking every bottle of wine in Italy."

Despite your baking debacle, you left the kitchen, leaving Meg's monstrous creation on the counter along with Ransom. You went into the living room, trying to find the girl in question when you happened to stumble upon Richard. He barely got to say a word before you turned around, and left the pervert behind. It was always a puzzle how Ransom turned out so hot with Richard and Linda as parents.

Climbing the stairs, you heard the family arguing growing quieter with each step. The second floor was almost a safe haven considering Harlan didn't let anyone raise their voice in the upper level, making it the only quiet place in the house, safe from any Thrombey fights. It was a wonder how the family hadn't murdered each other yet; it was only a matter of time.

Unable to find Meg in your shared room, you sighed, patting your body to find your phone only to realize you left it in the kitchen. With Ransom.

"Looking for this?" Ransom held out your phone, coming up behind you. His usual smirk was gone, a small, genuine smile in its place. It made him look less arrogant.

Speak of the devil and he shall appear.

You took your phone back, half expecting him to take it back just as you wrapped your fingers around it. But he didn't. You realized he was pulling out all the stops, all the little things that you found annoying was gone. He was acting. Eyes narrowing, you unlocked your phone, studying him. "Thanks. I think."

"Meg is helping the Brazilian maid." Ransom answered your silent question. Your thumb hovered her contact, going back to the home screen. Your eyebrows had risen by his mis-categorization of Martha's race and employment. "Pretty sure they went to the grocery store or something."

"Oh, okay." you replied lamely, putting your phone in your back pocket, the tight jeans making it nearly impossible. Opening the door to your room, you stepped in, not giving Ransom another look. But he followed inside, making you turn around. "Do you need something?"

Ransom stuffed his hands in his pockets, the cream-colored sweater shifting with the gesture. "You didn't exactly give me much time to prove myself. And looking around, we're all alone. I can't think of a better time."

As much as you hated to admit it, he had a point. The bet was a bit unfair considering how stubborn you were, and the amount of time he had to convince you. But it was a bit unsettling seeing Ransom try so hard, let alone being nice. You nodded, agreeing. "Fine, but can I change first? I'd rather not be covered in flour while you try to seduce me."

"You and I both know I wouldn't seduce you before dinner. There's no way in hell I'd treat you like the others." he mumbled to himself, but you heard it. Clearing his throat, he stepped out of the room. "Yeah, I'll be outside. Waiting. Take your time."

As soon as the door closed, you looked around the room to check if you were being pranked, expecting Ashton Kutcher to burst out of the closet along with a bunch of cameramen. After a few seconds, you came to the conclusion that Supernatural was in this universe, deciding "Ransom" was a shapeshifter or a demon possessed him. It was the only reasonable explanation.

Reaching for the hem of your top, pulling it off in one swift move, dropping it on the bed. Your jeans piling on top, allowing your legs to breathe. Despite Joni's hippie side, she had let Meg sneak in a few joints, the smell becoming stronger as you neared both your suitcases. You didn't think Harlan would be too please to have weed in his house, no matter how lenient he is.

You took your time, a little baffled by what to wear. Ransom hadn't exactly given you an agenda on his plans, leaving you to grab a clean pair of black jeans, and a classy, yet simple, red top. You looked decent enough to fit in a nice restaurant, but casual in case Ransom decided he wanted McDonald's, and most importantly: warm. If he wanted to take you to the North Pole, then he'd have to give you his cozy-looking sweater.

You opened the door, the sight of Ransom rocking on his heels greeting you. His back was to you, his hands inside his pockets as he looked out the window, frost crawling along the edges. It genuinely concerned you how much this man was acting; if you didn't know better, you'd think it was real.

Clearing your throat, you watched him jump in surprise, quickly turning to you. Raising an eyebrow, you tucked your phone in your pocket, meeting his warm, blue eyes. "I'm ready."

"Okay." said Ransom, motioning for you to follow him. You walked down the stairs without a word, the air becoming thick as you walked behind him. The sweater did little to no good disguising his broad shoulders, the muscles somehow still visible under the clothing.

As soon as you reached the bottom, you glanced around, the Thrombey fighting becoming louder with each second. It wouldn't be long before one of them stormed out of the room, muttering a curse under their breath. You'd seen all of them do it at least once. You crossed your arms, wary of whatever Ransom was planning. "Be honest, you're not just going to drive me off to the middle of the woods and murder me, are you?"

Ransom chuckled, giving you a wink as he held his hand out. Without hesitation, you took it. "If I was planning to murder you, I wouldn't do it in the woods. If you're going to die, it's going to be epic."

"Oh, well, that makes me feel better." you sneered sarcastically, instantly rolling your eyes. In the back of your mind, you pondered how long it would take for your eyes to get stuck in your brain with the amount of times you rolled them at Ransom.

He led you towards the door, smirking. "You ready?"

"No. Let's go."

—

"Fuck, baby."

He spent a few moments just staring at your spread pussy, amazed and aching for you more than he ever ached for anything.

"Don't you know why I want you to see it, Ransom?"

Ransom just shook his head without taking his eyes off the your pneumatic body.

"Because it's yours," you sighed. "All yours, baby. You're the one I've been keeping it nice and fresh for."

"Fuck," he muttered.

He kept staring at you, waiting for you to rub you pussy again, but you didn't. You just kept holding it spread.

"Don't you wanna taste me, Ransom?" you purred, barely above a whisper. "C'mon, baby, please. I want you to lick it so bad. I love you so much and I want to give you everything that belongs to you."

The playboy was all but paralyzed by your words. He finally dragged his eyes off your open pussy and looked at your face. You were staring back at him with a glazed look in your eyes. His solid cock was pulsing hard in the tight grip of his fist. No girl had ever looked at him the way you were at that very moment, yet at the same time, he knew you were playing with the hottest kind of fire there was.

"Sweetheart, you know this wasn't the deal." he whispered, distracted.

You smirked. "But you still won."

He finished the thought by leaning down and sliding his tongue up and over your generously offered pussy. You pulled in a sharp gasp when Ransom's tongue lit up your heavily tingling pussy. Your hips rolled instantly in response, your gasps turning to moans while Ransom eagerly slathered his tongue all around your creamily delicious slit. He soon focused his attention on your clit and slipped a finger up inside your hole at the same time.

The man's finger curled and twisted inside you, searching for you g spot while he suckled and lapped at your fully swollen clit. You could barely form words as you gasped and moaned, your luscious body now writhing with desire.

Your pussy oozed heavily the more he licked and fingered you. Your cream was sweet, tangy and intensely intoxicating. Ransom probed at your hole with his finger and the tip of his tongue at the same time, but he soon drew his soaking wet finger out of your hole and wedged it between your ass cheeks, searching for your puckered rimhole.

You gasped deeply and lifted your legs up higher, giving Ransom better access to your asshole. He massaged your tight bud with his honey-coated finger and made deep, hungry love to your pussy with his mouth.

"God god god god, Ransom!" you cried, your hips rolling harder and harder against the man's mouth and finger.

Your body went tense for a few moments and then relaxed. Ransom backed off and watched you languish after your orgasm, pausing briefly to catch your breath. Then you shifted your body and took the hem of your outfit into your hands and peeled it off over your head. Ransom pulled off his T shirt and slid over on top of your luscious body, grinding his rock-hard cock against your pussy as he lowered himself to kiss you.

You whimpered while Ransom's chest mashed down against your heavy, naked tits. They felt amazing against his body, and he was beyond reason when the your mouth opened and set your tongue into motion against his.

Ransom had never kissed any girl so hard or hungrily in his life. Nor had any kissed him back the way you had. At the same time, you were grinding your slick, wet pussy against his cock as hard as he was grinding against you. Then he squeezed his hands in between them and grasped at your tits, kneading them eagerly with his strong hands.

He released your mouth and said," Baby girl, reach down there and put my cock inside you for me. I need that pussy bad, but I can't bring myself to let go of these fantastic tits now that I finally have my hands on them."

You giggled happily and kissed him again while you worked your hands down between your naked bodies. Finally, you got one hand on your pussy and spreading yourself open while you wrapped the other around Ransom's thick cock.

"Oh geezus, fuck, Ransom, you're so fucking hard," you cooed. "Oh god fuck me deep."

You tucked Ransom's cock head into your wet maw and he began grinding his shaft deeper into your sheath. Your pussy felt so tight and creamy, and you both groaned as his rock-hard flesh gradually filled your body. You looked at each other in disbelief, even though nothing had ever felt more right or natural.

Ransom growled as he began to pump his cock in and out of your spectacular body with long strokes. His grip on your tits went tighter and he lowered his head to suck and lick on your swollen nipples.

You whimpered with pleasure, wrapping your legs around his hips and grinding your pussy hard against his thrusting cock. It wasn't long before he was straining to hold on and keep fucking you deep and hard. You didn't make it any easier because of the way you were moaning and your cunt squeezed his pounding cock every time you came.

Finally, Ransom raised himself up on his hands while he pumped your succulent pussy hole as hard and fast as he could, watching your pretty face twist with pleasure while your tits heaved with the force of his lunging body.

"Gimme your cum, baby. I want it in me...fuck!"

With a final, frenzied volley of full body thrusts, Ransom's pulsing cock exploded in your pussy, filling you with a hot flow of jetting spunk.

After, they spent a long time kissing while Ransom caressed the your beautiful tits. He kept his cock buried inside you until his flesh finally started to relax.

You fell asleep in each other's arms, and Ransom knew he had the girl he always needed right there with him. He had been right, all the sarcastic comments and stupid fights had been worth it.

In the morning, Ransom awoke from a haze of dreams to look down and find you lying between his legs with your lips sliding up and down his swollen cock. When you realized he was awake and watching you, you released his big cock from your mouth, giving his shaft a long lick before greeting him.

"Merry Christmas, Ransom."

[rebelwrites]

She Ain’t You

Harvey Specter x Reader

Part 2 of Please Don’t Leave Me

A/N another addition to @band--psycho music writing challenge with the song “she ain’t me” by Sophia Scott

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It had been a year since you had left Pearson Specter Litt and as much as you told Harvey to move on, something was stopping you from doing the same.

Yes you had been on a few dates that your best friend had set you up on but you just weren’t interested as none of them were Harvey. And to make matters worse you were cleaning out your wardrobe and found a box of memories which you were now going through.

You ran your fingers of the picture of you and Harvey that had been taken at a gala the firm attended, to make things worse you had found one of his sweaters which even after a year still smelt like him. You couldn’t help the tears that fell.

Pulling your phone out you facetime your best friend. Within a couple of rings she picked up.

“Whoa why you crying babe?” Becki asked.

“I just” you sniffled “I miss him Bex, I’ve just been cleaning my wardrobe out and I just found one of his sweaters”

“Y/N” she sighed “it’s been a year now, you need to move on”

“I know but I just can’t” you whispered wiping your tears. “I don’t know what to do and to top things up he is in a new relationship”

“You told him to move on so he has” she said “I’m gonna be honest here you fucked up but I know just what you need”

“What” you sighed.

“You need a girls night out” she grinned “I will be over in 15 and we will try and get your mind off him even if it is just for tonight”

I ran into you last night at our favourite bar. I didn't even have to ask you how you are. 'Cause I've seen all the pictures of your brand new life. And the girl you've been saying's gonna be your wife. So I take a deep breath and I wait for the worst part

It was like the world wanted you to burn, the one night you agreed to go out with Bex had to be the night that he was at the same bar. But it wasn’t just him it was everyone from the firm as well.

And to rub salt in the wound he had his new girlfriend hanging off his arm.

“Gimme a whiskey” you shouted to the bartender.

As soon as the drink was placed in front of you, you downed it, ignoring the burning sensation in your throat.

You couldn’t help yourself as you looked over to where Harvey was, taking in his girlfriend. One look told you everything you needed to know, she was the complete opposite to you, in every single way, even to the type of drinks she drank.

Because you were so lost in your thoughts you didn’t even see Donna appear next to you.

“Well I didn’t expect to see you here tonight trouble” she said nudging your arm.

“I could say the same thing” you sighed as you ordered another drink.

“I’m not gonna sit here and make small talk with you” Donna nodded “you miss him don’t you, you feel like you made the world’s biggest mistake”

“Donna I’m fine” you lied.

“Girl don’t bullshit me, you know I can see straight through it” she said

“Fine I feel like I’m drowning” you shrugged “and seeing her well it makes me want to stab my eyes out”

“Trust me, nobody likes her” Donna laughed.

Say she's beautiful. Like she walked right out of your dreams. She ain't cynical. She never fights or disagrees. Well, I know you and what you need. And she can't give you everything. 'Cause there's one thing she'll never be. She ain't me

You don’t know how you let Donna convince you and Bex to join their party but here you were, slamming down whiskeys like they were water, ignoring the concerned look that flashed across Harvey’s face.

Normally you were the life of the party, always cracking jokes and lowering the bar, but tonight you were quiet. Your thoughts about her being the complete opposite of you was confirmed as she spoke.

One thing was for sure, she was the type not to argue about anything, she would just roll over and agree.

“So what are you doing with yourself now Y/N?” Mike asked.

“Not much really” you shrugged “kinda took some time off to be honest, but started working for a clinic”

“You said you always wanted to do some clinic work” Harvey smiled.

“Yeah” you nodded

'Cause I know you better than you know yourself. I know the secrets that you never told no one else. And I bet she only sips on pretty pink drinks. And never quite says what she really thinks. I wish I could say that I wish you well

A week had passed and you couldn’t get Harvey out of your mind, tossing your pen on the desk you grabbed your phone and dialed his number.

“Harvey Specter” his voice appeared.

“Hey Harvs” you whispered.

“Y/N why are you calling?” He asked.

“Wondered if we could speak?” You asked.

“Now isn’t a good time” he said.

“Oh right” you sighed “when’s best for you?”

“I don’t know” he said quite harsh “I’m swamped, if I get chance I will call you”

Before you could even speak the line went dead.

“Fucking dickhead” you muttered grabbing you smokes, you needed to get some air.

You didn’t know what you expected by calling him but you didn’t expect him to brush you off. But you knew him better than anyone else and you could tell he was going through some shit just by the tone of his voice.

Like the kinda girl that you cut out of a magazine. I'm a little bit rough and I'm known to cause a scene. I know you miss it when you see me. True love ain't always easy. And perfect ain't as perfect as it seems

“I rang Harvey today” you said to Donna before taking a bite out of your burger.

“How did that go?” She asked.

“The bastard blew me off” you laughed. “I don’t know why I bothered”

“Y/N this isn’t my place to say” Donna said.

“But you are gonna tell me anyway” you laughed.

“He broke up with her” she said smiling.

“Good for him” you shrugged “not like things are gonna change everyone knows I’m not the easiest person to love, things got said and arguments happened”

“I’m gonna tell you something now and I want you to listen” Donna said taking your hand in hers “I have never seen Harvey so broken as I did when you left, yes you fight but I have never seen two people love as hard as you and Harvey, true love is never perfect”

Donna’s words kept replaying in your mind, could you and him make things work again? Would he even want to take you back?

Either way you weren't going to push your luck, it was up to him.

Climbing out the shower you dried yourself and got into your fluffy pyjama bottoms and hoodie, deciding to let your hair dry naturally you grabbed your phone and smokes and headed out to your balcony.

As you were just about to light your cigarette you heard a knock at your door, nothing thinking anything of it you ignored it and sparked your cig.

You were just about finished with the smoke when whoever it was knocked again.

“I’m coming, I’m coming” you sighed as you walked through your apartment.

Finally you unlocked the door and saw the one person you never expected to be standing at your door at nearly 9pm at night.

“Harvey” you breathed, suddenly feeling self conscious that you were standing there in your pyjamas. “What, Urm what are you doing here?”

He didn’t speak, he just looked you up and down, a small smile playing in his lips as he took in your appearance. And without any warning he walked over to you with a sense of urgency, his hands went to either side of your face before his lips crashed against yours, instantly you wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him back.

“She wasn’t you Y/N” he whispered against you lips “she would never be you”

[ssamie]

twelve. “the moon looks beautiful tonight, doesn’t it?”

kozume kenma x fem dazai!reader

(bsd x hq)

tw: mentions of suicide

masterlist.         suicide freak!

"kenma just this once please!!" y/n pleaded with a frown

"literally why?" kenma grumbled back.

they were currently seated by the stairway of the second-year building, five minutes away from being late to their next class, which was history. "because it's fun!" she reasoned "besides, you don't even listen to the lesson, you just play games under your desk" 

"yeah, but it's not considered skipping classes" kenma sighed 

"c'mon kenma, live a little!" she chuckled "then you can die with me afterwards." 

kenma sighed but nodded in reluctance "fine, but please don't kill me" he said with a sigh

"huh? then how are we supposed to die?"

"the point is we're not going to."

after a little bit more convincing, and a very troublesome escape from the school grounds, they were finally on their way off. the pair was walking towards the same riverbank kenma found her on after disappearing

"ah, isn't this nice, kenma-kun?" she said with a content sigh. she was holding a box of apple pie, while kenma chomps on a slice. "the air is nice, the apple pie is nice, the bridge is kinda nice" she hummed

"did you know, this is where i found atsushi-kun on the brink of death from starvation!" she exclaimed with a bright smile 

"i- what?" 

"yes, that's right" she said "ah, good times~" 

"i don't think you should consider that a good time" kenma sweat dropped "also, what's with you lately?" kenma asks her 

"hm? what do you mean?" she responded with a raised brow "you've been kinda.. tamed?" he muttered as more of a question than a statement "like, usually your attempts would be more bizarre." he said with a shrug 

kenma then reached out to grab another slice of the apple pie. that is, until his whole body shuddered. he looked up at her, looking like a shaken up kitten as he immediately shook his head. 

"i don't mean that i want you to start going all crazy again!" he shrieked 

she simply laughed, shaking her head as she sat down on the ground "well then i guess you're fulfilling your promise of keeping me alive, huh?" she mused 

kenma blinked at her words and meekly nodded, a faint smile ghosting his lips "i guess.." he replied "anyways, what are we doing here?" he asks as he takes a seat next to her

"were here to slack off" she responded with a nonchalant grin "work is like, really stressful" she said with an exaggerated sigh 

kenma simply furrowed his brows as he sent her a questioning look "but atsushi said you haven't done anything in like a week-" 

"anyways, kenma." she cut him off "in return of making you skip class, i'll share some of my incredibly utile knowledge to you!" she announced cockily 

"i don't think i need it.. nor do i want it" kenma deadpanned 

"well, i'm gonna tell you anyways" 

"but first, let me beat this level" she said with a cheeky grin as she snatches his PSP from his pocket. as she began to play, kenma simply watched her fingers click the buttons, silently watching as he nibbled on the apple pie 

"now, as i was saying.." she muttered "my knowledge consists of the mafia and their history.." 

"that's kind of relevant right?" she beamed with a small smile 

"no, not really." 

"alright! well, the mafia is kind of fun" she started out 

"im gonna have to disagree." kenma sighed "it's the mafia, why would it be fun?" 

"also, why are we talking about this anyway?" he rolled his eyes playfully at her 

"because its literally all i know about" she chuckled "unless you wanna hear about how to dispose of dead bodies." 

"no." 

"okay. well, in this same spot we're sitting on, there have been at least.. like, maybe one or ten murders?" she cooed out with a small smile. kenma looked at her, face scrunching up as he picked himself up from the ground, holding his apple pie tightly as he walked away 

"goodbye." 

she laughed loudly as she watched him walk away, eyes darting from between the boy and the PSP in her hands "wait! kenma, im kidding!" she yelled out 

"well, im actually not, but.. COME BACK!" 

kenma sighed, looking back only to find her shuffling around with the device in her hands as she screams about losing. 

"kenma you made me lose!" she groaned out. the pudding head simply sighed as he trudged back to her with an unamused look on his face 

"well, whatever" she shrugged it off. she placed the PSP back in his pocket as she jumped up from the ground "you know what we should do?" she mused "we should steal a car and have a road trip!" 

"no! are you crazy?" kenma let out an exasperated sigh 

"i dunno about crazy, but i do know that kunikida-kun has a car and.." she trailed of with a suggesting smirk 

(he prolly doesn't have a car i think, but go along w it 😋) 

"were not gonna steal a car just to go on a road trip." kenma said to her 

"really? i don't think that's the right response, kenma" she slumped out defeatedly 

"we are NOT gonna steal a fucking car-" 

"YOU STOLE THE FUCKING CAR?!" kenma rubbed his temples in distress as she stood proudly before him, holding the car keys with a grin 

"yep!" 

it has been fifteen minutes since she's disappeared, only to come back to announce that she had carnapped kunikida 

"y/n, im pretty sure this is illegal." kenma sighed tiredly "do you even know how to drive?" he asked 

"of course!" she said with an offended scoff "well..last time i drived, it ended in a crash" she mumbled sheepishly "but that's not gonna happen, i promise!" 

kenma looked at her up and down, before shaking his head. "that doesn't sound very promising.." 

"cmon, live a little!" she exclaimed as she unlocked the car doors 

"i won't be able to if i die in a car crash, you understand that right?" 

"that's even better!" 

although despite his disputes, kenma ended up joining her anyways. now, he's seated in the passenger seat while y/n drives the car. music was softly playing through the speakers, though it was getting drowned out by kunikida's yelling, which was emitting through her phone

"oi! you bandage-covered brat, where the hell is my car?!" kunikida exclaimed 

"stop with the names, kunikida-kun!" she whined out "and how dare you accuse me of such!" she exclaimed with a dramatic cry 

kenma simply deadpanned at her as kunikida let out a deep breath from the other line 

"i have very right to accuse you becauSE RANPO TOLD ME IN EXCHANGE OF A CHOCOLATE BAR!" 

"AGH! BUT I MADE HIM PINKY PROMISE NOT TO SAY IN EXCHANGE OF A CHOCOLATE BAR TOO!" 

she fake cried as kunikida continued on scolding her through the phone "now, now, kunikida-kun~" she cooed out "dont go screaming a lot, or else your vocal system gets messed up" she warned "they say you can cough your throat out." 

"you- wait really?" kunikida asked in wonder

"i dunno" she responded nonchalantly 

"STOP RIDICULING ME, BASTARD!" he exclaimed 

"whatever.. there better not be any scratches or dents or i'll kill you myself" it was all he said before hanging up

she pocketed her phone and looked over at kenma, sending him a smile "that went well, won't you say so?" 

"50/50" kenma responded "anyways, where are we going?" he asked her 

"i don't know kenma, i've never done this before" she laughed softly "let's just drive around and stop for food once in a while" she said "let's just talk! preferably about our double suicide" 

kenma laughed at her antics and nodded "okay, i'd like that." 

in the end, they ended up roaming around the city. at some point they stopped by a wine shop to buy all of chuuya's favourite wine just to mess with him

chuuya did in fact come into the shop minutes later and had a fit. 

by the time the sky got darker, kenma suggested going to a mcdonald's for some fries. but sadly, it ended with y/n flirting with the female cashiers, so he had to drag her away. they even stopped by a cliff to 'stargaze' but it ended with y/n trying to make them fall to their deaths, so that ended quite quickly. 

now, they were back in the usual restaurant the agency goes to, having a light dinner. 

"so, kenma-kun, how was our road trip?" she cooed out 

"it was chaotic." he responded "but it was very fun, thanks for that y/n" he said with a smile 

she smiled cockily as she sipped on her coffee, letting out a small chuckle as she does so. "heh, let's just hope kunikida-kun won't notice the scratches on his car" 

kenma shifted nervously in his seat as he noticed kunikida leaning on the back of her seat, as well as atsushi listening in on their conversation. 

"um y/n.." he said nervously, slyly pointing behind her, though she seemed to ignore him anyways 

she snickered under her breath as she continued to talk. "there's so many scratches on the side! and-" she was cut off by kunikida's fist making contact with the side of her head, resulting in her falling off the seat

"y/n-san?!" atsushi called out with widened eyes 

"what did you say, brat?" kunikida asked in a low tone as his tall figure loomed over her 

"a-ah! what did i say?" she mused "i don't think i said anything, kunikida-kun! you must be hearing things!" she laughed sheepishly as she stood up straight once again "and why are you interrupting our dinner, hm?" she asked him 

"shouldn't you be at work? tsk tsk tsk" she clisked her tounge as she shook her head disappointedly 

kenma and atsushi froze in fear as kunikida seemed to have grew angrier by the second. veins popped out of his temple from agitation as he started strangling her, all while she still had that dumb and taunting smile on her face 

"and who gave you, the poster child for sloth and irresponsibility, the right to say that to me?!" he yelled 

"kunikida-san! don't kill her!" atsushi yelled out in panic "why not?! that's exactly what she wants!" kunikida exclaimed 

"ehehehe- AGH!" she coughed out, wheezing slightly as he shook her around 

after a quick minute of calming down, y/n was now back in her seat, facing kenma who was talking about a game he was currently playing "and this one is um- um.." kenma cut himself off, feeling himself grow anxious 

his cat-like eyes look up to meet kunikida looking at him like a disappointed father "is something wrong?" he asked quietly 

"i had trust in you, brat." kunikida said "i thought you were sensible enough to keep the maniac grounded." 

"buT INSTEAD YOU BOTH HAD YOUR FUN CRASHING MY CAR AROUND-" 

kunikida was cut short as y/n slammed her hand on his face and pushed him away with an innocent smile "now, now, kunikida-kun~" she cooed "kenma was talking about his new game, don't interrupt him!" she scolded him 

"i don't care, you're paying me back" he said as he sent her a pointed glare. she simply laughed carelessly at that statement. though her laughter abruptly died down as she spun around to face atsushi. 

"atsushi." she called out 

"y-yeah?" atsushi replied hesitantly 

"as your senior, i command you to pay the cost!" she exclaimed 

"no! also, im older than you!" atsushi yelled at her 

"oya~" she cooed tauntingly at him "but aren't i the one that saved your dying self months ago?!" 

"and to think i believed we had a special bond" she sulked 

"but y/n-san!!" atsushi panicked "I DON'T HAVE ANY MONEY!!" 

"work it out~" she cooed as she ushered kenma out of the restaurant "we'll be going now~" 

"are you really making me pay?!" atsushi shrieked 

"bye-bye~" 

"so what do you wanna do to end the night?" she asked him 

they were currently walking around, basking in the moonlight while kenma talks himself up in his mind  "um.. can we go back to the riverbank? like, by the bridge..?" he muttered quietly 

"why? its already so late" she said 

"just- can we just go?" he pleaded "... please?" 

she looked at him and smiled, nodding along silently to his request. the walk to the bridge was quick and quiet. no one was speaking a word, only y/n humming under her breath and the sounds of cars passing by

the whole time, kenma was just screaming in his mind. 

he was pondering over kuroo's oh-so-wise words. the suggestion to confess to her sounded more simpler at the moment. he's been preparing for it the whole day. but now that it was actually happening, he was honestly just considering jumping into oncoming traffic

"were here." she announced 

kenma jolted, sporting a confused expression as he looked around their surroundings 

"it seems you've been so lost in thought that you couldn't even tell we've arrived" she chuckled "so, what's on your mind, kenma?" 

he didn't answer but simply watched her from his peripheral vision. she leaned on the metal railings, resting her hands on the bars as she looked down at the flowing water 

the only light source they had was the moon, and the street lights littered around the bridge 

"um.. it's just that-" he cut himself off with a deep breath 

"that..?" she urged him further 

"i- um-" he stammered nervously 

kenma inhaled deeply through his nose before sighing. "i can't do this." he muttered 

"what is it?" she asked worriedly "are you okay??" 

"is it cause you wanna die with me? are you agreeing to the double-" 

"t-thE MOON LOOKS BEAUTIFUL TONIGHT DOESN'T IT?!" 

"i- why are you screaming?" 

"fuck it. i like you, okay?" 

[madphantom]

The Sound of Life - Chapter 4

The next morning they were eating breakfast. Phoenix was still wearing her pajamas.

"Phoenix," Winslow suddenly said.

"Yeah?"

Winslow looked as shy as he had on the day Phoenix had seen him for the first time. "Ahum... Phinny..."

"Yeah?"

"Phinny... on Friday it's my sister Lucy's birthday. I...I think it's about time you meet my family."

For a second she was very quiet. Then: "Ohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh."

Dunphy looked just like it had when Winslow had left to look for fame. A soft summer wind was blowing over the yellow fields and playing with his hair. The sky was blue. First golden leaves were sailing across the streets, but most trees were still green. Some people passed them. Not everyone recognized Winslow. Those who did looked surprised or shocked. And they whispered.

"Look!"

"It's him! It's Winslow!"

"Harry's kid!"

"The Leach boy! The one who ran off to New York!"

"The musical one, who got lessons from Carmine!"

"My God, what happened to his face?"

"And who's the girl?"

"Yes, who's the girl?"

Before he rang the doorbell Winslow realized that Phoenix deserved a warning. "Phoenix...I have five talkative sisters."

She laughed. "Good company for me. Let's go."

He pressed the bell.

For a few seconds nothing happened. Then the door opened. The fragile elderly woman in the doorway had fluffy hair and was wearing thick glasses. She hadn't changed a bit.

"Winslow!", Joan Leach yelped and pulled him into a long hug.

"Winslow?" Suddenly a tall lanky girl with equally thick glasses and a ponytail appeared in the corridor. "Winslow, bro!" She sprinted over and joined her mother in hugging the lost son.

"Whatcha sayin... Wins'!!!"

"The lost son has returned!"

"Bro! Bro! Bro!"

"Winsy! I knew you'd come back!"

"Sonny, don't you ever dare scare your poor old dad like that again!"

In the end, four siblings and the father had joined the group hug. Phoenix was awkwardly standing next to them.

Finally Momma Leach chased her children off. "Dear God, we're gonna suffocate the lost sheeple. Emmy, Jenny...Jenny! Sandy! Ellie! Harry, don't smother your son like that, I want him to live another day. Winslow, for God's sake, what kind of trouble did you get in in New York?"

He laughed shyly. "I'm gonna tell you later, first of all-" He reached out for Phoenix and pulled her to his side. "- I want you to meet Phoenix, my girlfriend."

"We've lived to see the day, my wee lil bro got himself a girlfriend," Emmy commented.

"Emmy!", Joan hissed. The girl shrugged her shoulders. Winslow laughed.

"Why are we standing in the doorway?", Jenny suddenly asked. "Come in! Let's get in the living room!"

They sat down at the table. The twins, Sandy and Ellie, brought two extra chairs.

"Winslow, we want you to tell us everything," Poppa Leach said. "And Phoenix...if he exaggerates stop him from doing that."

She laughed. "I will."

"First things first: What the hell happened to your visage?", Emmy asked.

"Emmy!"

"What? He was ugly already when he left, but it was definitely not the pollution in NYC that made him even uglier."

"Emmy!"

"No, no, she's right," Winslow laughed. "Gosh, Emmy, I missed your salty comments."

"See, mum?" She grinned triumphantly.

"Anyway," Winslow continued. "I got my head caught in a record press."

Poppa Leach looked over to Phoenix. "I asked you to prevent him from exaggerating."

"In fact he's understating,' Phoenix mumbled.

"Gosh, Winslow you've always been one clumsy individual, but this just takes the cake."

"Emmy!"

"How is it even possible to do that?"

"Right, how do you get your head caught in a fucking record press, Winslow?"

"Sandy! Language!"

"I tried to destroy all copies of Faust Death Records printed," Winslow tried to explain.

"Oh yeah, I heard those bastards play your stuff on the radio...!"

"Ellie! Language!" Everyone laughed.

"And your voice?", Joan asked.

"Same thing."

"I've told you, son, New York is no good," Harry murmured.

"But how did you two meet, I'm curious!", Jenny burst out. Everyone else was quick to beg Winslow to tell the story. He laughed. "Well, I heard her sing Faust and..."

"Dot dot dot? Ey yo, you're not usually that type," Emmy remarked.

"Emmy!"

"Sorry momma."

"We kind of lost contact after we first met and then later Winslow found me again and we had a chat - I didn't recognize him then, because-" - Phoenix gesticulated at Winslow - "-Face. Then the next day Winslow saved me from being shot and got wounded himself and while he was in hospital we started talking and, well, became a couple."

"Awwwww," Jenny commented. "Hey, Phoenix, you're his first girlfriend, just so you know."

"Really?" Phoenix looked over to Winslow. "You didn't tell me!"

He blushed. Everyone laughed.

"Lucy is gonna marry soon too!", Ellie burst out.

"Really?" Winslow raised his eyebrows. "What'd I miss?"

Sandy grinned mischievously. "His name is Oskar. He's a historian from Germany. He's divorced and has a kid."

"They met in the grocery store!", Ellie yelled.

"I wanna know more!"

"She bumped into him..."

"...more or less deliberately."

"Less, according to her! Apparently it was an accident!"

"Sure."

"When is she coming?"

"Should arrive any minute, Winslow. Get ready for confused German mumbling!"

Everyone laughed.

"I left the cake in the oven!", Joan yelled and rushed into the kitchen. She returned with a warm oven-fresh cherry pie. A wonderful smell filled the living room. Winslow felt truly at home. The doorbell rang.

"That's them!", one of the twins yelled and sped off to open the door.

"She's gonna go flippin' when she sees you, Winsy," Jenny whispered.

"I hope she doesn't get a heart attack from your visage, bro," Emmy joked.

"Emmy!", Joan hissed. Winslow quickly combed his hair over his bad eye.

"That's not necessary, you know," Phoenix remarked.

"I was just joking," Emmy agreed.

"I know, I just thought I really shouldn't shock Lucy more than necessary right away." Winslow grinned.

A short woman of around forty with wild dark blonde hair and thick glasses walked into the kitchen, only to freeze as soon as she spotted her long lost brother. She stared at him in pure shock.

"Winslow?!"

"Hi." He grinned like a young shark.

Behind Lucy a lanky redhead of forty and a little girl with pigtails appeared.

"Hey, Lucy, what's wrong?", Oskar asked.

She pointed at Winslow, her face as pale as if she'd seen a ghost. "Tha-tha-that's my brother...and he's dead!"

"Happy Birthday," Winslow replied.

Lucy looked like she'd just been forced to swallow a rolled up newspaper. "H-h-how this possible?"

She was so shocked she'd literally forgotten grammar.

The Leaches looked at each other and collectively burst out laughing at Lucy's puzzled expression. Finally Winslow got up and walked over to her.

"Jesus was resurrected," Emmy commented.

"Emmy! No jokes about God!"

"Sure, mum."

Lucy blinked five times. Then she reached out and touched Winslow to convince herself that he was, in fact, real and standing in front of her. Then her eyes widened. "I'm not dreaming!"

"Nope."

And suddenly she launched herself forward and gave him a hug. Winslow laughed. "It's nice to see you too, Sis." Over his sister's shoulder he greeted Oskar, who looked quite baffled. "Hi, you must be Oskar. My sisters told me about you..."

"Ja," Oskar replied in confusion, then realized he was speaking the wrong language. "Ich...I mean - yes, I'm Oskar."

"Nice to meet you. I'm Winslow Leach." They shook hands and Lucy let Winslow go. She reached behind herself and took the little girl's hand. "Maite, c'mon. Winslow, this is Maite... Oskar's daughter. Maite, this is Winslow - your uncle."

Maite tilted her head curiously. "Mr Winslow, why do you have silver teeth?"

"What?", Lucy asked in confusion, followed by a "Holy shit!"

She looked absolutely helpless. "Oh my God...oh my God...I... I...I need a chair."

Sandy brought her one and Lucy plummeted onto the seat. She was still staring at Winslow like he was a ghost. Joan served the cake. "Lucy, will you drop the plate if I give it to you?"

"Wha - no." She took it. She was still staring at Winslow.

"Her eyes are going to pop out any second," Harry commented.

"H-how come you're here?!", Lucy asked Winslow.

He laughed. "Ah well... it's a long story. But first of all, I want you to meet Phoenix - my girlfriend."

"Hi." Phoenix waved. "It's nice to meet you."

"Okay, I must be dreaming," Lucy slowly and serenely uttered. "Winslow's back, he got a makeover and he has a girlfriend. I'm asleep and my brain is playing tricks on me."

Winslow and Emmy collectively rolled their eyes.

"Now you're overreacting," Jenny said.

"No, I'm not." Lucy finally managed a shaky laugh. "Alright. Winsly - you have a lot to explain." She frowned. "Hey, what's that with your eye?"

Winslow wiped away his hair and Lucy visibly paled. "Alright, the tabloids weren't lying."

"Nope," Phoenix agreed. And then Winslow started telling the wild story that had happened to him. Joan gave everyone pieces of cake. Occasionally Winslow was interrupted by gasps, either from Lucy or Jenny or Joan. The twins admired Winslow's makeover. Harry asked him whether metal teeth were more useful than usual ones. Phoenix and Emmy soon appeared to get along greatly. Ellie slid off and returned with Winslow's long-lost copy of Goethe's Faust - she'd borrowed it. It was a wonderful afternoon.

When it got dark Lucy and her new family left to drive back to Oskar's home. The twins were sent to bed, but of course they didn't even bother to go.

"It is crazy to get you back, bro," Emmy at some point commented. "Specially with that Goth upgrade you got."

Winslow chuckled. "Thanks."

"Still," Jenny added. "I wouldn't be surprised if I woke up tomorrow and it would've just been a particularly nice dream."

"Me neither," Winslow laughed.

Joan checked her watch. "It's getting late. Did you take the train?"

"Yes." Phoenix nodded.

"The last train goes at midnight," Emmy said. "Will you take it?"

"Probably," Winslow replied.

"Then you oughta hurry. It's eleven thirty," Joan said. She sighed. "Winslow, I don't want to sound like a stereotypical country mum, but I hate to see you leave."

He chuckled. "I'll come back."

"You promised that last time."

"And I kept my promise, didn't I?"

"You were a year late."

"But I came."

"I have an idea," Phoenix suddenly said. "I can just leave our phone number. And y'all can call. Whenever you feel like it."

And so they did. Phoenix scribbled down her number. Then they left. When Winslow turned around for the last time he saw his family standing in the doorway and waving.

He smiled and waved back.