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inmyheadimobsessed · 1 year

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Work for It || valentine's day piece #3

pairing: shuri ✘ black!reader

summary: signs point to shuri having forgotten valentine's day, until she decides to surprise you. (requested)

word count: 4.5k

contains: smut (18+) with minimal plot, sub!shuri (because duh), dom!reader, choking, oral (shuri receiving), face sitting, squirting, overstimulation, reader is a little mean, orgasm denial, fingering, praise!kink

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divider by: @firefly-graphics

note: this one has a tiny bit of plot because it was a request, but like it really don't fr. sub!shuri, you already know how i feel about you! last valentines piece, i hope y'all enjoyed everything. i slaved over the stove to cook these up.

translations: sthandwa - my love, mtuwam - my person, ndiyacela - please, sphalaphala sam - my pretty one

You smiled to yourself, adding the finishing touches to the Valentine’s Day gift box you curated specifically for Shuri. It was stuffed full of her favorite candies and a hand-crafted bouquet of chocolate bars. You added in a few fidget toys for her to play with at her desk, and there was a bear made entirely of lavender roses. And then there were the cookies you baked, cookies that mirrored the shape of the purple herb she’d recently ingested.

It was fitting you thought, and very on-theme. This was your first Valentine’s Day as a couple and you wanted Shuri to feel special, like she was the only girl in the world. Because she was, Shuri was the only woman you ever saw. Her presence was all you wanted to know.

Truthfully though, you were a little nervous about the upcoming holiday. Valentine’s Day was less than twenty-four hours away and not once did Shuri mention it. There was no utterance of spending the day together, having dinner, other activities. It worried you, but to ease your mind you convinced yourself she had a surprise planned. It wasn't illogical to assume, she'd surprised you in the past, and there was potential for her to do that now. That would only be possible however, if she ever stepped out of that lab of hers.

You were headed there now anyway, the plan was to ask her to be your Valentine using the cookies. It was the cutest idea, scribbling the question across the dessert and presenting it to your girlfriend. You giggled at the thought, blushing profusely as you placed the iced cookie in a small decorative container. Shuri was going to love it.

•••

“Princess, you have a guest.” You stepped into the lab sporting a large grin, one that was impossible to wipe away. There she sat, eyebrows knitted in concentration. It was adorable. She was aware of your arrival, and she acknowledged the AI’s announcement, but she didn't look up from her work. Shuri tinkered with an old design of her gauntlets, their distinct panther shape made them easy to identify as you crept up behind her.

She chuckled softly, finally speaking to you. “Are you attempting to sneak up on me, mtuwam?”

You giggled, kissing her cheek softly, “No.”

“Good, because that wouldn't be very smart.”

You pulled up a seat next to her, frowning a little for dramatics. “Are you calling me stupid?”

“Well, I mean…”

You gasped, appalled by the quickness of her response. “Shuri!” You threw the closest thing you could find at her, which just so happened to be a tiny screw sitting on the sleek table top. It was ineffective in its ability to cause harm, but your point was made nonetheless.

Shuri doubled over in laughter and you could only scowl at her. How dare she? “I'm sorry, my love. It was a joke, you know I adore your mind.”

“Mhmm.”

Her eyes shifted to the container of cookies and they lit instantly. She was hungry, there was no doubt there. Shuri had a terrible habit of forgetting to eat when she found herself entirely focused on a project, and it was up to you to make sure she didn't wither away. “Are those for me?”

“They were for you. But I don't think I want you to have them anymore.”

She copied your frown, adding a pout she knew you couldn't deny and you rolled your eyes. “Come on. I said I was sorry, you don't have to be like that.”

“I don't accept your apology.” It was a lie, you knew it, Shuri knew it. You hated her ability to read you so. It wasn't fair, at least not in this case.

She smirked, scooting her chair closer to you and the fresh cookies. “You are a terrible liar.”

You narrowed your eyes at her, working swiftly with your retort, “And you're a terrible girlfriend.”

“Ouch. But I will allow that if it means I get to have one of those.” She smiled at you, and your strength to deny her waned the longer that pretty face held your gaze. It wasn’t long before you cracked, grabbing the container and popping the lid off begrudgingly.

The aroma of fresh baked goods created a fog around the both of you and you watched the way Shuri inhaled the scent, letting it waft inside her and slither into her depths. You plucked one off the top, the special one, and biting back your grin seemed impossible. You stuck it out to her timidly, hanging your head, and she received it with sheer excitement. “Yes!”

Thundering in your chest made concentrating difficult. There was a speech, you’re sure. It was seared into your mind, but now, the words did not exist.

“This is a special cookie I–” When you lifted your head, you were astonished to find your girlfriend dusting the crumbs off her hands and reaching for another. “Shuri.”

“That was delicious. Can I have another one?”

You tilted your head, perplexed. That was the only way to describe your feelings as you sat before her. “Shuri.”

“Yes?” Her focus was hardly on you, her attention centered around the cookies you made for her. Something bubbled inside your chest, a familiar feeling that had never once emerged around Shuri. Annoyance. You were annoyed with Shuri.

You eyed her calmly, exhaling softly. “Did you look at it? The cookie?”

“What? Oh, love, they’re tiny heart-shaped herbs! That is amazing mtuwam, your talent for baking should really be studied.”

Her excitement was genuine, that you were certain of, and it made the task of being annoyed with her all the more challenging. You were in new territory, being upset with Shuri was foreign. Her eyes were still on you, she was still smiling, blissfully ignorant of her wrongdoing. There was no desire to yell at her, but you sure wished there was. Instead, there was only urge to kiss her goodnight and leave the lab quietly. “Do you happen to know what tomorrow is, Princess?”

The formal use of her title to address her was not a thing you did, not ever. She had always been Shuri to you, even before when you were only friends, she was your Shuri. So of course, this confused her. Shuri raised her brow, clearly racking her brain for the correct answer, the one you wanted her to respond with.

“Um, Tuesday?”

And that solidified it all for you. Shuri had forgotten Valentine’s Day. Normally, something like this would not be a big deal, but seeing as it was your first as a couple, you expected a lot more on her end. Especially considering all the work you put in for her. No matter, if Shuri had forgotten, why didn’t you also get that choice? To forget. Forget the cookies, the gifts, all of it.

You plastered a toothy grin on your face, cracking the scowl you were sure she witnessed moments ago. A simple nod, that’s the thing that jarred her. She was aware she fucked up, the reason was still absent in her mind, but Shuri was always aware of when you were upset. She’d never had to deal with those feelings being directed at her though, and she was struggling through an internal panic. Her face said it all. “You are correct, tomorrow is Tuesday, my love.”

You stood and Shuri flinched, trying her hardest to dodge your daggered words.

“I can’t help but feel like I’ve upset you, mtuwam.”

You shook your head, placing a kiss atop her braids. “I’m fine. Here, have the rest of the cookies.”

Your actions contrasted your words entirely. Shuri knew you were in no way fine, and the harsh way you shoved the bowl into her chest concreted her observation.

“See you when you get home.” Malice laced every syllable as you strode out of her space and back onto the elevator. You knew she watched you leave, her stare was always recognizable. Entering on a high and leaving on a low was not in the cards you had selected for yourself.

•••

The next morning, you were up and out the door before Shuri. She’d crept into bed late, nestling into you as a form of apology, or at least it was the conclusion you'd drawn. You allowed her to cuddle you, there was nary a night she went without sleeping in your arms, and it would never be your plan to deny her now. Even if you were still irritated with her, and you were.

It was the first night gone to bed without some sort of sexual contact, and it only added to your frustration. Stopping your brain from mulling over the entire ordeal was a task you could not complete. Maybe you were being dramatic, maybe you should cut her some slack. You knew how her mind worked, you didn't understand it, but you were acutely aware of how she functioned. So of course a silly little holiday like Valentine’s Day would slip her mind?

It didn't make sense to you though, you knew how Shuri's mind worked. Forgetting your first Valentine's together was not like her. She paid attention to everything. Shuri was strategic, she was a planner. How could she miss this?

That's why it hurt, you guessed. Because Shuri was indeed a planner, and if she truly cared, something would've been planned. But she didn't. And it wasn't.

The day dragged on without so much as a call from Shuri, and by the time you arrived home from work, you were quite literally over the entire so-called ‘day of love.’ Your co-workers received flowers and chocolate from their partners, and all your brain conjured was the image of Shuri’s gift stuffed behind your shoes in the closet.

It was dark when you slid the front door open, darker than it should be. “Griot, lights please.”

They flicked on, and there stood a hopeful Shuri surrounded by custom pink balloons, holding the largest arrangement of Sunflowers you’d ever seen. She'd hand picked them from your garden and the sight of their beauty almost made you crack. Shuri was not playing fair, she knew how emotional you became over your garden and your flowers.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, mtuwam.”

You said nothing, only eyeing her nervous figure up and down. Her eyes fell to something on the table and you followed them. A box, similar size to the one you had made for her, but this one was… techy. It was of her creation. Curiosity bubbled in your chest, but you had to remember what that same emotion did to an innocent cat all those whiles ago.

“You can open it. It's for you.” Her chuckle was anxious and uncertain. You liked that. “I know what I said yesterday, about not knowing what today was. Obviously that was a lie.”

Your words stayed locked away. You lifted the lid and peered down at its contents. The corner of your mouth twitched only slightly, and you were quick to put a stop to it.

Her vibranium gauntlets stared back at you, glinting under the kitchen light. They were pretty, but that was a given. You loved them, wanted to touch them, hold them. But she would not receive that satisfaction.

“I updated them for you. I want you to have them, my love.”

Her eyes pleaded with you, want spilling from her sockets. Shuri wanted you. She wanted you to forgive her, which you had already done the moment you saw her. Anger at your girlfriend was a short-lived thing, you'd discerned. And perhaps you preferred it so.

“Say something, ndiyacela.” A half smile decorated her face and you took note of the hesitancy there. Shuri did not plan to show enjoyment until she was certain the two of you were on the exact same page. You were, but she was unaware, and you wanted to keep it that way for a while longer.

You let your fingers trace the lustrous black box, running the tips along the purple trimmings. “Hmm.”

“Hmm? What is hmm?”

Avoiding her eyes was the task. If her brown globes locked on yours a moment before you were ready for them to, she’d know. Because Shuri knew you. “It's a nice box. A satisfactory last minute gift I suppose.”

“My love, it was not last minute. I’ve had this planned for weeks.”

“Weeks?” You reached for one of the gauntlets sitting pretty in the box, picking it up and inspecting it with faux boredom.

Shuri nodded, stepping closer to you. “Weeks.”

She caught your eyes then and her smile spread slowly across those lips you loved dearly. It didn't even take a second to register, Shuri knew instantly that she was once again in your good graces. “Is that gift hidden terribly in the back of our closet for me?”

“No.”

She snaked her arms around your waist, yanking you close as she ghosted the press of her lips over yours. “Liar.”

“It was supposed to be yours, but then you–”

She smirked, “Ate your Valentine’s cookie without answering the question you’d written on it?”

She laughed at the understanding coloring your face and you smacked her, “So you did see it!”

“I did. It was cute. And the answer is yes by the way, I would love nothing more than to be your valentine.”

You couldn't help your squeal and Shuri laughed again. She kissed you desperately and you felt the want radiating off her. “Does that mean I get to fuck you now?”

Shuri exhaled, “Bast, I hope so.”

You tugged on her top, and she ridded her body of it in assistance, allowing your excited lips to back her all the way into your bedroom. You shoved Shuri hard onto the mattress and she bounced. Words were not necessary for her to know you needed her naked. Her bottoms came off and so did her panties, and she waited patiently for you. Shuri was going to need a lot of that tonight, patience.

Once undressed, you stalked toward her on the bed. Shuri laid back expectantly and you gripped her knees, spreading her wide. She was so drenched and her hole was beyond eager for you. “Lying to me was quite the choice. Not a smart one, but a choice all the same.”

“It wasn't the best idea, I’m not afraid to admit that.” She giggled, opening herself wider. Shuri's folds sparkled below you, and you wrestled with the urge to sink your tongue deep inside her.

You reached forward, clasping her throat in your fist right before she sucked in her last gust of oxygen. For a while you just held her like that. She looked so pretty like that. “Nod if you're okay.”

She followed your instructions, bobbing her head up and down in response and you smirked. You pulled her upwards by her neck, loosening your squeeze some. That little gasp, you listened for it, and it came immediately on cue. She breathed in what she could, leaving everything else up to chance. Shuri left her consciousness up to chance when she was with you.

You held onto her throat as you kissed her roughly and she smiled into it. Needy whines picked up, Shuri’s whines, and they were beginning to get to you. Holding off on touching her where she needed you most was the goal, but doing so was proving to be difficult. Your own frustration was at play, not just Shuri’s, and you did want her.

Her body fell backwards when you let her go, and her huge intake of air pleased you. “Do you want me to touch you, love?”

“Yes.” A rushed response.

Your lips connected with her cheek, pecking lightly and she sighed into it. It was the tenderness, this lulled her. That peck was your softest gesture yet, so Shuri clung to it. “Where?”

Tattooed fingers dove into her ocean as she showed you where she wanted you. It was the sexiest thing, seeing Shuri please herself in front of you. Unashamed. Undeterred. She flicked her clit, whining from the pressure build.

“Keep rubbing yourself like that for me.” Shuri rolled her erect nipple between her digits, pinching hard on her bud. It was easy for Shuri to get lost in her own bliss, she did it often, and it happened swiftly. She would do anything to quell her arousal. You watched from above as she circled her core, massaging tenderly. Her wetness was audible, you loved hearing her pussy, loved hearing how wet she got for you.

She thrashed about, wailing in that indicating way; her orgasm was near. Shuri readied her fingers at her entrance, needing to be filled and you permitted it with a kiss. You permitted the image of it, her preparation. The act itself however, you did not allow to occur. You smacked at her hand, moving it from her hole and she whined.

“You don't get to do that, you have not earned it.”

Your lips collided with hers and she moaned out, surprised. Her core heaved for you, and you responded with flattery, pushing through her wetness to tease her nub a bit. You kept her tongue in your mouth the entire time, sucking faintly on it as you allowed her juices to coat your hand. Shuri whimpered beneath you, her body spasming, and you could tell that same impending release was attempting to break free. You wouldn’t have that.

“Please love…” She whined and you locked eyes with her. You sunk a single digit into her hole and Shuri screeched. “More!”

“Do you think you deserve more?” Another slipped in, and slowly, you fucked her with your fingers. She kept her eyes on you, and that glint sparked something, her yearning glare awoke a carnal desire within you. She said nothing and a smirk curled your lips. “Are you planning to answer me?”

Shuri nodded, and it shocked you. “Oh?”

You pulled her nipple into your mouth, teeth grazing it lightly. Shuri’s exhale was shaky, desperate. The tone of her breath was familiar, it was a contemplating one. She was at a loss. On one hand, you knew she wanted to obey you, craved it even. But on the other, she was desperate to come, and you were not moving at a pace she liked.

Pushing off her, you settled your back against the cool headboard, spreading your legs and gesturing for her to slip herself between you. Shuri’s back pressed to your front, head on your chest, and immediately, your fingers were in her cunt again. You taunted her clit, slowly working your way to her leaking hole. A harsh tug on her neck made her face you and her response was a startled gasp.

“Do you think you deserve more than what I am giving you, sthandwa? Am I being unfair?” This time she answered correctly, shaking her head as you scissored your fingers inside of her. Her moans carried, they rang in your ears and climbed the walls, drilling claws into their very foundation. Shuri pushed her fingers through your locs, pulling your head down for a passionate kiss. The intensity of it made you want to let up, you wanted to allow her to come. You held tight to her jaw as you worked her, sinking the tips of your fingers further into her slickness.

“Tell me when you’re close.” You whispered it into her ear, and she nodded. She opened her legs wider for you, wanting you to have the best angle possible. Seeing her this desperate to be pleased was new, usually you granted all of her requests, but that was not the case now. You wanted her to suffer in this moment, you got off on the thought of building her up and refusing to knock her down. It was her price to pay, that neglect she caused you to feel would be reflected in your unwillingness to let her come.

Your own juices trickled down Shuri’s back and she pressed into the feeling, wanting to please you however she could in this state. “I’m close for you!”

The sloshing increased with your thrusts and you sucked on her bottom lip. Those whimpers of hers, sinister sounds, tempting sounds. Shuri’s hips wiggled as her orgasm neared. She panted into your mouth and the sensation of her heated breaths slithering down your throat released a cry of your own. Pulling back from the kiss, you watched her body react to you, to your touch. Shuri was a writhing mess for you as you stroked her clit.

“I’m going–” Your digits departed and Shuri heaved, furious about being denied again.

“Only good girls get to come, my love, and you have been everything but.”

You kept her there, sat in between your sweaty thighs as you sucked her neck. Your digits left her pussy and you rammed them into her gaping mouth with the instruction to suck. She obliged, because why would she not, and she hummed around them. Shuri’s tongue swirled your fingertips and you moaned. She was happy to make you moan, finding your eyes immediately at the sound. She watched you desperately, sucking and lapping on the two fingers stuffed inside her mouth. “Now that’s a good girl.”

She released them reluctantly. You’d never met someone more fond of their own flavor than your girlfriend.

“I need you on my face, sphalaphala sam. Now.”

Shuri shot up swiftly, allowing you to lay on your back before scaling your face. She hovered some, but once relaxed, she settled all of her weight onto you. Hunger drove your tongue, and instinctively, it surged into her dripping hole. Her muscles clenched around you almost immediately and you laughed into her cunt.

“Feels so good!”

She grinded into you, spilling her wetness all over you, and you wouldn't dare have it any other way. You suckled her hard clit and her hips jerked. “You make me feel so good!”

Your grip on Shuri's waist was firm as you guided her and she threw her head back. Fighting your own arousal was a thing of the past. Here Shuri was, riding your tongue, sopping for you, and you could come untouched just from the mere feel of her warm pussy juices in your mouth. The bed rocked in tandem with Shuri’s hip rolls and she screamed. That strength of hers, truly something amazing. Particularly now, as she submitted to you fully. You wondered what Wakanda would think of their fearless protector, if they witnessed her like this.

Her hands left the headboard she held for support and found her breasts, tugging and caressing them as hopes of an orgasm drove her forward.

You squeezed her ass and she yelped, sinking her teeth deep into her bottom lip. Hums from your own moans echoed into her, tipping, tipping, tipping. “I'm close! Please can I come? I will be so good for you, the best! If you let me come plee-ease!”

Peering up at her was a decision that paid off. She looked heavenly atop you, like she was floating, which you were sure she was from the pleasure rush. You nodded, even with her eyes slammed shut she felt it, and Shuri did not hold back. With permission granted, Shuri squirted all over your face. It was truly a thing of dreams.

That last scream should've been your warning. It traveled from deep inside her, you could tell by its weight, its power. Her babbling, the expelling of her release, and your hefty breaths resounded in the bedroom. A chorus created by you both.

If you weren't careful, you could drown. But in reality, it wasn't a thing that deterred you. Her clit was in your mouth still, and you sucked Shuri through her orgasm. She squirmed for you, whined for you. She wanted you to stop, needed it, but this was no longer about her needs or wants. She got what she sought after, and now it was your turn.

Shuri's collapse was graceful, catlike. Fitting. She cascaded backward, landing on your stomach, and her cum-filled cunt sat directly in your face. Perfect. This was exactly where you needed her. You pulled her closer, so close that the smell of her used pussy was the only thing you were able to breathe in. It was the only air you needed.

A sharp lick jolted her up, followed by a gasp. Shuri shook her head, and you raised a brow, daring her to challenge you. Of course, she conceded, allowing you to dive back in. She held your gaze for the duration, propping herself up on her elbows to enjoy the show. When you swallowed her clit, Shuri lost it, attempting to cover her center with a palm. “I–I”

“Shuri. Move your hand.” She hesitated some, and you almost felt bad for her and her exhausted clit. Almost. “Move your hand, Princess.”

There was no disobeying that order. Shuri did as she was told and you smirked. “What a perfect girl you are.”

Your praise elated her and she nodded. “I'm your perfect girl!”

Her hips bucked into your face, and you dragged your tongue through her sticky swollen folds. Shuri's quivering pushed you to continue, her frailness, that's what drove you. You wanted to keep her that way. “Do you know what perfect girls get?”

Her chest heaved as she panted for you, and she shook her head.

Your tongue lapped her before you answered, tasting every drop her body secreted. “Perfect girls get to squirt in my face again. Would you enjoy doing that, Princess Shuri? Hmm?”

Shuri's answer was only to please you, she said yes only because she wanted you satisfied and you adored her even more for it. Your slurp was gentler this go round, taking note of her sensitivity. One arm left her hip, making its way to her entrance. Her elbows gave out a while back, Shuri was now resting on your shins, thrashing under your stimulating touch.

“Mhmm. Perform for me, perfect girl.” Her floundering turned you on. Even with the strength of the panther, Shuri could not fight you off, she could not wiggle from your grip as you ate her pussy. There was no other option but to flail and take it, take it all.

Her back arched from the thrusting of three digits inside her. It was too much for her. Too bad. Her second attempt to block your mouth came with a smack. “I've warned you about that hand already, sthandwa. Move it.”

She snatched it back, allowing you to continue devouring her. “I love the taste of you.”

“I’m going to come! I'm goin–” Again, the dams exploded and Shuri was soaking your already drenched face. That gut-wrenching cry she released was thunderous, deafening. You held onto her just because. You needed her pussy near, needed it close to you.

When she finally freed herself, your girlfriend curled into a ball at the foot of the bed. She flinched when you touched her. “Are you alright my sweet?”

A lone nod. That's all you got as she shook. “Just need a m-moment.” And you granted her that moment willingly, but not before cooing praises into her temple as you kissed it.

“I love you so so much Shuri. So much.”

After Shuri calmed, she latched onto you. She was still a little out of it. “Did you mean what you said? Am I your perfect girl?”

You chuckled deeply before kissing her. “You are my most perfect girl, sphalaphala sam.”

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george-weasleys-girl · 1 year

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I think the idea of George introducing (y/n) to his parents is totally cute and I think your style off writing would rock that. Happy new year by the way! All the best for you and your stories :)

This is my first ever request. I had such fun writing it. I hope you enjoy it!

Warnings: brief allusion to sex, one mention of alcohol

~•~

Meet the Weasleys

~•~

"Ugh, gross. Why are my palms so sweaty?" Y/N muttered to herself, grabbing a paper towel, to wipe the sweat from her hands. Her early morning boost of confidence was gone, leaving her pacing from one end of the kitchen to the other.

She tossed the used paper towel in the trash and looked out the window for the 982nd time. George would be here any minute to take her to have lunch with his parents at his childhood home. A place called the Burrow.

Never in her life had Y/N been so anxious about meeting someone's parents. George seemed confident that she'd "be a hit." But, she wasn't entirely convinced. What could she, a "muggle," offer to people who could perform magic, real magic, with the simple flick of a wand? She glanced over at the apple spice cake she'd baked for dessert and hoped it would be enough.

~•~

Four months earlier

George woke up with a craving for one of the chocolate filled croissants that Ginny had purchased from a muggle bakery for James' second birthday party. Luckily for him, he had the address, and it was his day off.

The Pie in the Sky Bakery wasn't too far from Diagon Alley, so George decided to walk and enjoy the warm summer morning. Whistling as he went, he just knew it was going to be a good day. And he was right.

He didn't notice Y/N at first, distracted by all the enticing baked goods.

"Can I help you?" Her voice floated over to him, soft and melodious.

George turned and nearly stumbled over his own feet. The owner of that sweet voice somehow managed to brighten the already sunny shop even more. He was mesmerized.

"I-uh, hi." George stuttered and gave a goofy wave before clearing his throat and starting again. "Do you have any chocolate filled croissants today?"

"Of course! They're right over here. How many would you like?" Y/N bounced to the far end of the counter while George followed, a big, dopey grin spread across his freckled face.

He paid for two croissants and an espresso. Then, rather than taking a stroll, as he originally intended, George sat down at one of the little bistro tables and spent the rest of the morning exchanging shy glances and flirty banter with the lovely lady behind the counter.

When he could no longer make excuses for lingering, George approached Y/N. "Could I interest you in dinner tomorrow night?"

"Yes! I'd love to have dinner with you!" She answered, her brilliant smile melting George's heart into a puddle.

~•~

Two months later, to Y/N's delighted surprise, George confessed he was a wizard. And today, for the first time ever, he was taking a girl home to meet his parents.

George was practically bouncing off the walls.

"Hey mate, try not to leave any George-shaped holes in anything," Fred joked.

"I'll try!" George yelled from his bedroom. "But, I can't make any guarantees."

Fred shook his head and chuckled. He hadn't seen his twin this elated since he came home from the bakery four months ago gushing over Y/N.

"Ok, how do I look? George asked, suddenly appearing in front of his brother.

"Like a crazed lunatic who just broke out of the asylum."

"Ha, ha. Very funny." George deadpanned.

"Seriously though," Fred continued, scrutinizing his brother. "You look great. It's just..."

"Just what?" George looked down at himself.

"You seem a tad nervous."

"Oh that," the younger twin responded. "Well, I am bringing a girl to meet mum and dad for the first time ever. And mum didn't fancy the last two girls you and Bill brought home."

"Georgie," Fred retorted. "The reason mum didn't like Lizzy is because she had a mohawk and tattoos. And as far as Fleur goes, once mum realized she wasn't after Bill for a quick fling, she warmed right up to her."

"Yeah, you're right. I know you're right." George agreed. "I'm just overthinking again."

Fred patted him on the back. "It'll all work ou--" Fred stopped mid-sentence, closing his eyes and putting his fingertips to his temples. "Wait! I'm getting a vision...I see...you and Y/N together...in a house...and..and, there's something else. Hold on, it's starting to come into focus...yes, that's it! Loads of ginger babies!"

Fred opened his eyes to see George standing with arms folded, his lips quirked up in amusement. "Are you done?" George asked.

"Yes, quite." Fred said, lifting his chin in the air and sauntering away.

George snorted, wondering if Fred knew he was secretly eyeing a cute, little muggle flat halfway between his shop and Y/N's.

~•~

George arrived at Y/N's oozing his usual easy confidence. "Ready for this, my love?" He asked Y/N as they walked to his car.

Y/N took a deep breath, then smiled. "Ready as I'll ever be."

"Don't worry, darling." George said, bending down and planting a kiss on her cheek before opening the car door for her. "They'll love you."

~•~

The closer they got to the Burrow, the faster Y/N's heart raced. George seemed to sense this, and reaching out, he clasped her trembling, sweaty hand in his warm, steady one.

Y/N sighed as a wave of calm rolled over her. A small smile crept across her face, and she began tracing little circles on his hand with her thumb. He squeezed her hand in return, as his own small smile made an appearance.

Neither one spoke the rest of the drive. There was no need. Everything that needed to be said was conveyed through that one simple gesture connecting them to one another.

~•~

Y/N didn't have time to marvel at the impossible higgley-piggleyness of the Burrow. As soon as she stepped out of the car, Mrs. Weasley pulled her into a hug. "Oh my goodness, look at you. Cute as a button! You know, George talks about you all the time. It's so good to finally meet you! He tells me..." Mrs. Weasley's non-stop chatter faded as she led Y/N into the house, leaving George and Arthur to collect the cake.

George released a long breath he didn't know he was holding.

"Relieved, son?" Arthur asked.

"Yeah, actually." George admitted. "I was afraid she'd give Y/N the cold shoulder like she did to Fleur."

"Ah, you needn't have worried about that." Arthur began. "Bill sprung Fleur on us out of nowhere. We had no idea he was even dating anyone. But you, George, you've been talking about Y/N for months. Your mum has had time to get used to the idea. Not to mention," Mr. Weasley added with a chuckle. "She’s ecstatic that Y/N's a baker. Now she has someone to talk shop with."

The same dopey grin that had spread across George's face the day he met Y/N returned, and to Arthur's amusement, his son practically skipped into the house.

~•~

A wonderful lunch turned into an impromptu bake-a-thon with George bounding around the kitchen "helping" Y/N and Molly as they made one treat after another. His unrestrained joy was so sweet and infectious that neither of the women were upset when he accidentally put a cup of salt and a teaspoon of sugar into one of the batters, rather than the other way around.

Even Arthur, who generally stayed out of the kitchen whenever Molly was cooking, found himself pulled into the mélee by his giddy son. By the end of the day, they were all covered in flour, frosting, and a vast array of sprinkles, thanks to George and Arthur getting a bit too happy with sprinkling the colorful little confections.

~•~

"This ranks as one of the best days of my life," George commented as he and Y/N relaxed on the tiny balcony of her flat, sipping whiskey and nibbling on chocolate chip cookies.

"I have to agree, Georgie." Y/N concurred, using the nickname reserved only for her and Fred. "I can't believe I was so nervous. Your parents are wonderful."

George smiled and lifted her hand to his lips, leaving a lingering kiss on her knuckles. Then, he turned his gaze to the moon. "It's getting late."

"It is." Y/N responded.

"I don't want to leave."

"You know my bed is always open to you." Y/N said with a cheeky grin.

"I know." George's eyes twinkled as he uttered the next words. "But, I mean, I don't want to leave ever again."

"I know, love. We never want to part at the end of the day." Y/N responded, still not quite catching on.

"Exactly." George said, jumping right to the heart of the matter. "Will you move in with me? I know it might seem too soon, and if you aren't ready, that's okay, we can w--"

Y/N ended his ramblings with a kiss that made him forget everything he'd ever learned for a few brief moments.

"Of course, I'll move in with you." Y/N said, once they pulled away.

"R-really?"

"Yes, really."

"Yes!" George exclaimed and fist-pumped the air. "This calls for a celebration," he said, picking her up bridal style and carrying her to the bedroom.

#george weasley #george weasley x reader #george weasley x y/n #fred weasley #arthur weasley #molly weasley #the weasleys

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omg imagine cassian with a s/o that has a crush on him, like an actual huge crush, they’re mated, married and have been for a long time but she still blushes and gets nervous around him. She gossips with her friends ab cute stuff he does and she’s just being soooo inlove. She tries on new dresses and literally does everything to get his attention even though she already has it, He notices obviously and thinks it’s so cute😩🥹 imagine he’s in a meeting and he gets out of his office and reader just runs up to him and leaps in his arm and AHHHH SO CUTEE

I love an overly affectionate couple, especially the idea of Cass being that way.

Permanent Honeymoon Phase Cassian x Female Reader

Warnings: some nudity.

Mor had invited you to check out a new boutique that had recently opened, and you were always looking for cute new clothes to wear for Cassian. "It's really sickening how in love you are with him." She tells you after hearing about your latest date. "One day, you'll find someone you're crazy about." You tell her. "If you say so." She replies. You keep flipping through the rack before finding the perfect dress. You squeal with excitement at the gradient red to black dress with the thigh-high slit. "He is going to love this!" You announce excitedly before finding the perfect Garnet necklace to go with it. You kept Mor company while she continued to shop as she teased you about your crush on your mate. You knew it was all in fun and that she was genuinely happy for the two of you.

After shopping, you were planning on waiting at home for Cassian, but decided to surprise him after his meeting. You had time to run home and change before making your way to the river house. Once inside, you ran into Feyre. She complimented you on your new dress telling you that you looked gorgeous. "Cassian is going to absolutely love it!" She says, taking in the color of it. "I wanted to surprise him after his meeting." You tell her. "They should be just about done, its just the three of them now if you want to crash it." She says with a smile. "I don't want to be rude and interrupt." You respond. "I do it all the time," she says with a wink, "besides they should be about done, you know them. They are probably just talking and hanging out anyway." She says, rolling her eyes at the idea.

You excuse yourself and make your way to Rhys office. You knock on the door, a second later you hear Rhys say "Come in." You open the door and step inside. Once you are inside, Cassian stares at you. You start second guessing your decision to interrupt them until he is standing in front of you. Before you can say anything, he's picking you up and carrying you out of Rhys's office. "Looks like our meeting is done." Rhys says with a laugh. "You can't blame him. She looks good." You hear Azriel comment, causing you to blush. "I heard that, asshole. Keep your eyes to yourself." Cass yells over his shoulder to him. Azriel just laughs in response.

"You could've finished your meeting." You tell him. "Not a chance in hell. You look too good to keep waiting." He says. You blush at his compliment. "Where should I take you tonight, gorgeous?" How about that new place that opened a few weeks ago, we haven't been there yet." You tell him excitedly. "Sounds good to me. Let's go home so I can change real quick, then I'm all yours." He says. Once you get home, he quickly changes into black pants and a red shirt to match you. "How do I look?" He asks. "Handsome as ever, babe, you know that." You tell him before he escorts you to dinner. You get a table on the patio as the sun begins to set. You spend most of the dinner talking about each others day and flirting. Cassian orders chocolate cake for dessert and splits it with you. He feeds you bites in between his own.

After dessert, you take a walk along the Sidra. "Do you ever think we'll grow out of this phase?" You ask casually. "What do you mean?" He responds. "Do you think you'll ever stop being excited to see me or stop going on dates together?" You elaborate. "Of course not, gorgeous. I love all the things we do together." He says with a smile before leaning in to kiss you. You deepen the kiss, tangling your fingers in his hair. "I love you." You whisper as you break the kiss. "I love you too." He says with a boyish grin. "You're feet have got to be killing you in those heels." He mentions. "A little, but nothing unbearable." You answer. "Let's get you home." He says before picking you up bridal syle and flying you home. He lands gracefully outside the door before carrying you inside.

Once inside, he carries you to the bedroom and sits you on the bed before kneeling you, remove your shoes. His hands grib your foot and gently start massaging them, causing you to let out a low moan, "Cass, that feels amazing." He keeps massaging your foot from the heel to the toes, the achiness from your shoes fading. He switches to the other foot and repeats the process. After your feet are like putty in his hands, he helps you up and takes you into the bathroom. He turns the water on in the shower before starting to undress you. He unzips the back and slips the straps off your shoulders, allowing it to fall in a pool of fabric around your feet. Next to go is your lingerie, and soon you're standing naked in front of him.

You start unbuttoning his shirt, exposing his muscular chest, and abs before you slide it off his shoulders, allow it to join your dress. Next, you unbutton and drop his pants along with his boxer briefs. Now both naked, he leads you into the shower as he lathers up a cloth and gently starts washing you, starting at your neck and working his way to your shoulders. He takes his time washing you from head to toe before rinsing the suds away. He takes your shampoo and gently massages your scalp while washing your hair. "That feels amazing." You tell him. "I love taking care of you." He replies before rinsing your hair. Once he's finished, you switch places. You gently wash him from head to toe, taking extra time to massage his back and shoulders. You smile as you feel the tension leave his body. You wash his hair next while massaging his scalp as he lets out a small moan. You carefully rinse his hair before stepping out and drying each other off.

He dresses you in one of his shirts before pulling a pair os sleep pants on. He indicates you to sit the theMor had invited you to check out a new boutique that had recently opened, and you were always looking for cute new clothes to wear for Cassian. "It's really sickening how in love you are with him." She tells you after hearing about your latest date. "One day you'll find someone you're crazy about." You tell her. "If you say so." She replies. You keep flipping through the rack before finding the perfect dress. You squeal with excitement at the gradient red to black dress with the thigh high slit. "He is going to love this!" You announce excitedly before finding the perfect Garnet necklace to go with it. You kept Mor company while she continued to shop as she teased you about your crush on your mate. You knew it was all in fun and that she was genuinely happy for the two of you.

After shopping you were planning on waiting at home for Cassian, but decided to surprise him after his meeting. You had time to run home and change before making your way to the river house. Once inside you ran into Feyre. She complimented you on your new dress telling you that you looked gorgeous. "Cassian is going to absolutely love it!" She says, taking in the color of it. "I wanted to surprise him after his meeting." You tell her. "They should be just about done, its just the three of them now if you want to crash it." She says with a smile. "I don't want to be rude and interrupt." You respond. "I do it all the time," she says with a wink, "besides they should be about done, you know them. They are probably just talking and hanging out anyways." She says rolling her eyes at the idea.

You excuse yourself and make your way to Rhys office. You knock on the door, a second later you hear Rhys say "Come in." You open the door and step inside. Once you inside Cassian stares at you. You start second guessing your decision to interrupt them, until he is standing in front of you. Before you can say anything he's picking you up and carrying you out of Rhys's office. "Looks like our meeting is done." Rhys says with a laugh. "You can't blame him, she looks good." You hear Azriel comment, causing you to blush. "I heard that, asshole. Keep your eyes to yourself." Cass yells over his shoulder to him. Azriel just laughs in response.

"You could've finished your meeting." You tell him. "Not a chance in hell. You look too good to keep waiting." He says. You blush at his compliment. "Where should I take you tonight, gorgeous?" How about that new place the opened a few weeks ago, we haven't been there yet." You tell him excitedly. "Sounds good to me, let's go home so I can change real quick then I'm all yours." He says. Once you get home he quickly changes into black pants and a red shirt to match you. "How do I look?" He asks. "Handsome as ever babe, you know that." You tell him before he escorts you to dinner. You get a table on the patio as the sun begins to set. You spend most of the dinner talking about each others day and flirting. Cassian orders chocolate cake for dessert and splits it with you. He feeds you bites in between his own.

After dessert you take a walk along the Sidra. "Do you ever think we'll grow out of this phase?" You ask casually. "What do you mean?" He responds. "Do you think you'll ever stop being excited to see me or stop going on dates together?" You elaborate. "Of course not, gorgeous. I love all the things we do together." He says with a smile before leaning in to kiss you. You deepen the kiss, tangling your fingers in his hair. "I love you." You whisper as you break the kiss. "I love you too." He says with a boyish grin. "You're feet have got to be killing you in those heels." He mentions. "A little, but nothing unbearable." You answer. "Let's get you home." He says before picking you up bridal syle and flying you home. He lands gracefully outside the door before carrying you inside.

Once inside he carries you to the bedroom and sits you on the bed before kneeling you remove your shoes. His hands grib your foot and gently start massaging them causing you to let out a low moan, "Cass that feels amazing." He keeps massaging your foot from the heel to the toes, the achiness from your shoes fading. He switches to the other foot and repeats the process. After your feet are like putty in his hands he helps you up and takes you into the bathroom. He turns the water on in the shower before starting to undress you. He unzips the back and slips the straps off yoour shoulders allowing it to fall in a pool of fabric around your feet. Next to go is your lingerie and soon your standing naked in front of him.

You start unbuttoning his shirt exposing his muscular chest and abs before you slide it off his shoulders allow it to join your dress. Next you unbutton and drop his pants along with his boxer briefs. Now both naked he leads you into the shower as he lathers up a cloth and gently starts washing you, starting at your neck and working his way to your shoulders. He takes his time washing you from head to toe before rinsing the suds away. He takes your shampoo and gently massages your scalp while washing your hair. "That feels amazing." You tell him. "I love taking care of you." He replies before rinsing your hair. Once he's finished you switch places. You gently wash him from head to toe, taking extra time to massage his back and shoulders. You smile as you feel the tension leave his body. You wash his hair next, while massaging his scalp as he lets out a small moan. You carefully rinse his hair before stepping out and drying each other off.

He dresses you in one of his shirts before pulling a pair of sleep pants on. He indicates you to sit the the vanity, which you oblige. He starts gently brushing your hair, being careful not to pull. Once he's brushed it, he pulls it back and starts braiding it. You never get tired of him doing little things like that for you. Once it's braided, he brushes his hair and pulls it into a bun. He takes you to bed and climbs in beside you. He kisses you softly and tells you goodnight as he cuddles up next to you. You wish him goodnight as you fall asleep to the sound of his breathing. vanity, which you oblige. He starts gently brushing your hair, being careful not to pull. Once he's brushed it, he pulls it back and starts braiding it. You never get tired of him doing little things like that for you. Once it's braided, he brushes his hair and pulls it into a bun. He takes you to bed and climbs in beside you. He kisses you softly and tells you goodnight as he cuddles up next to you. You wish him goodnight as you fall asleep to the sound of his breathing.

#acotar #batboys #sarah j maas #acotar fanfic #acotar fic #cassian x reader #cassian acotar #fanfic

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littleredwolf · 1 year

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Spontaneous Shenanigans

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: Y/N can always count on Bucky to turn a disappointing evening around.

Warnings: BRIEF mention of Bucky’s PTSD/overstepping boundaries.

Words: 1,107

A/N: The whole ‘failed date’ scenario just popped into my head and I thought some Bucky fluff would be the perfect way to remedy it!

You huffed a sigh as you shut the door behind you and slipped off your shoes, relieved to be back at the tower and out of your uncomfortable heels after yet another failed date. This routine was growing tiresome now, and after tonight you were considering admitting defeat and giving up the dating game altogether. You flicked through your various dating apps as you made your way to your room, coming across Bucky making hot chocolate on your way past the kitchen.

“Hey doll,” he greeted with a smile, frowning when he glanced at the clock on the oven. “I wasn’t expecting you back this early.”

“Yeah, neither was I,” you chuckled dryly, rolling your eyes for dramatic effect as you mounted a stool at the counter. “Needless to say I’m glad to be home.”

“Let me guess…he spent the whole time talking about the Avengers,” Bucky remarked, offering you his freshly made cup of hot chocolate and grabbing a mug to make another for himself. “Who took the spotlight this time?”

You took a sip of the warm beverage, feeling instant comfort, before answering.

"Steve."

Bucky shook his head.

“Damn, as much as I love the guy, the idea of spending my evening answering questions about him kinda ruins the mood…" he began, topping off his drink with some spray cream.

The sight of the Winter Soldier delicately placing marshmallows on his hot chocolate was one that never failed to amuse you, and you smiled fondly as you watched his gentle hands at work.

"I've lost count of how many times my dates have asked me for his number or the address of the gym he works out at," he continued. "It's like they see us as their all-access ticket to get the inside scoop."

You couldn't help but agree - as grateful as you were to be a part of the team, there were times when it felt more like a burden than a blessing. People didn't want to get to know you, only the company you kept. It was exhausting at times, but you were glad to have people like Bucky who understood the hardships and the less glamorous side of being part of a team of superheroes.

"I am sorry about your date though, doll," the super soldier added as he came around the counter to sit beside you. "It sucks when they don't work out the way you'd hoped."

"Thanks Buck," you smiled.

"Did you at least get dessert?" Bucky asked, his jaw dropping as you shook your head. "Really!? A true gentleman always lets his lady order dessert!"

"If we'd have made it to dessert I think I'd have ended up killing the guy," you laughed as you took another sip from your mug.

"That's fair, but it still ain't right," he concurred with a shake of his head. "You wanna go grab some ice cream?"

You nodded enthusiastically and gulped down the last of your hot chocolate, getting remnants of cream on your nose in the process and causing Bucky to laugh heartily.

You threw him a sour look as you wiped your nose clean then, quick as a flash, you dipped your finger in the leftover cream and swiped it on your laughing friend's nose. Bucky immediately froze and turned to you with a dark expression, and for a brief moment you feared you'd overstepped.

Was he okay with unexpected touching? Had you triggered an unpleasant memory by crossing his boundaries?

You met his gaze with uncertainty and prepared an apology on the tip of your tongue, but relaxed when his lips twitched and pulled up into a smirk.

"Oh, you'll regret that," he remarked, eyes blazing with mischief as he reached for the can of cream across the counter.

"You gotta catch me first!" You retaliated, launching yourself from the stool and breaking into a run as Bucky scrambled after you.

Your combined laughs bounced off the walls as he chased you around the ground floor, finally catching up to you in the lounge. Leaping over the couch, he easily dodged every cushion you flung his way in your desperate attempt at escape, grinning wickedly as he cornered you.

You backed up as far as you could go, pressing yourself up against the wall in the hope that you might somehow magically pass through it. As Bucky towered over you with a menacing look in his eye, the can of cream raised and aimed at you, you shot your hands up in surrender.

"Parley!" You squeaked, and Bucky faltered in his steps. He held your gaze for a moment as he considered your plea, then lowered the can with a shake of his head.

"Those damn pirate movies," he mused, stepping back and granting your freedom. "I'm not gonna watch anything else with you if you're just gonna use them against me!"

"Hey now, our movie nights are about more than just the movies you know - it's important education!"

"Alright boss, whatever you say," he said with a chuckle and another shake of his head.

"Hmm, boss. Now I do like the sound of that," you remarked, falling into step beside him as the two of you made your way back to the kitchen.

"Don't get used to it," he warned, giving you a playful nudge that sent you off-balance. You nudged him back, supposing that you’d have more luck moving a brick wall than trying to throw Bucky off-course. He laughed at your pitiful attempt and turned his attention to tidying the kitchen, which didn’t take long with your help.

“So how about that ice cream?” He asked and you eagerly nodded.

“Let me just get changed real quick, I think I’m a little overdressed for ice cream,” you added, referring to your date attire.

Bucky assessed your outfit, his unwavering gaze causing you to feel suddenly self-conscious. You’d taken great care in getting ready for the evening, highlighting your ‘assets’ in your attempts to look your best - it felt strange yet oddly exhilarating having Bucky paying attention to them.

“Sure,” he gruffly agreed, blinking rapidly as he set about locating his phone and wallet. “I’ll meet you in the car.”

A blush crept its way to your cheeks as you watched Bucky fumble around, feeling a self-esteem boost at the sight of the flustered super soldier. Now it was your turn to laugh and shake your head as you made your way up to your room to change, actually feeling relieved that your date hadn’t gone according to plan and looking forward to spending the evening with a good friend and some ice cream.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky fluff #bucky imagine #bucky x reader #james buchanan barnes #james bucky barnes #marvel cinematic universe #mcu #falcon and the winter soldier #winter soldier #sebastian stan #avengers #fatws #cute bucky #comforting bucky #bucky and reader are friends #but there might be more?

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stitched-mouth · 2 years

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Teenagers: Young, Naive & Horny

Fandom: Harry Potter.

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Hufflepuff! Fem! Reader.

Format: Short Fic.

Type: Fluff with hint of nsfw.

Word Count: Idk.

Writing Time: 2 hours.

Warning(s): Hint of nsfw (but not that deep).

Summary: Draco gets a little too excited when dancing with you at the Yule Ball.

A/N:

I wrote this just to get back into writing. I’m sorry for being away for so long. Also I’m suddenly really into Draco Malfoy again.

I do have ideas for a part two but I only plan on writing something if you guys want it. Part two would likely be a smut, but I’m not sure yet.

THIS IS SET DURING THE YULE BALL (which is the Goblet of Fire I think)

Draco huffed as he stared at you. Even after quick looks every 5 minutes you still hadn’t noticed the boy staring at you from across the room.

Honestly how dare you not notice, Draco thought, you really couldn’t possibly not notice him staring whilst wearing that gown.

The gown you had picked out for the Yule ball was given to you by your grandmother who claimed it had good luck written on it as it was the same dress that caught your grandfather’s attention and made him ask her for a dance all those years ago.

Now it was your turn to be asked for a dance.

But you didn’t even know. Not when you was stuffing your face with chocolate and other sweets from the dessert table. Draco was starting to feel envious of the desserts as you seemed way more interested in them.

He finally decided to stop waiting for you to notice him (because you never was going to) and go up to you himself.

On the way towards you he was stopped by Pansy, but he walked passed her not even given her a lot. Draco knew that would cost him later (Pansy wouldn’t shut up about it tomorrow) but he didn’t really care right now.

As the platinum haired boy walked towards you he thought about what he was actually doing. He was going to ask a Hufflepuff to dance. Was he out of his mind? His father would certainly think so. The Hufflepuff girl was a known supporter and helper of the Golden trio.

You didn’t really hang out with them but they knew well and they knew you, and the four of you was on good terms. Say if they needed someone to keep watch for them while they were up to something, or a spell idea or really any help you were always to first to offer them a hand. A bit like Neville or Luna.

And boy, did Malfoy hate it. But he couldn’t help his attraction to you. He always found you fascinating and now he had to do something about it.

When he finally reached you, you looked up at him confused with your mouth full.

“Can I help you?” You asked, your sentence hard to understand due to the food in your mouth.

“Um…” Draco’s mind suddenly went blank and he became nervous. It was like he hadn’t planned this far ahead.

The silence wasn’t necessary awkward but it had definitely lasted too long for both of your liking.

“Nothing to say Malfoy? Ok..” You turned back to the sweets table.

“No! Um..would you like to dance?” Draco finally asked.

“You, the Slytherin Prince, want a dance with me?” You looked at him with a suspicious look.

“Yes.” Draco nodded and stuck out his hand.

You should be flattered Hufflepuff, Draco thought.

You stared at him for a few more seconds with your untrusting look. On the inside, you were feeling shocked and very flattered but you couldn’t let Malfoy know that. But you were still unsure.

Eventually you accepted his hand, “Ok…”

Draco pulled your up and lead you to the dance floor. On the way you made eye contact with the Golden trio and a few fellow Hufflepuffs, who all looked shocked and slightly betrayed as you passed them. You felt guilty for a second but quickly decided not you. You’d explain it to them later. They’d understand.

Draco found a spot on the dance floor and turned to face you. He awkwardly placed his hands on your waist, a bit too high up for your liking (it wasn’t really your waist, more like your middle) but you figured he was trying to be sensible or polite. You placed your hands on his shoulder and the two of you slowly began to sway.

You stared at each other intimately while both your bodies moved stiffly and nervously. You wished your body would moved the way you wanted it to. Draco did too, about his own body.

But alas you were both awkward teenagers who didn’t speak often or really like each other.

It made you wonder why you agreed to this dance. Maybe you were just like the other girls and couldn’t say no to Draco Malfoy? You really hoped you.

“Hey Draco?” You spoke up.

Draco was shocked to hear you fill the silence, “Yes?”

“You can…” You moved his hands lower down onto your hips, “See? That’s better.”

Draco felt his face heat up, “Oh ok.”

You continued swaying together. Draco prayed you couldn’t see his flushed face but unfortunately for him, you were right in front of him and the dim lighting wasn’t that fun at all. You could see the blush on his naturally pale face. It made you smile.

Towards the end of the song you noticed Hagrid and his new lover. Hagrid’s head was on her chest as they moved together and the two were clearly very happy together. So you stepped forward and laid your head on Draco’s chest and wrapped your arms around his middle. You didn’t realise how much taller he was until you did this.

Draco was shocked you had made such a move. So shocked it took a good 30 seconds for him to hold onto you back. If his face got get redder, it would. You hummed quietly as you continue moving together.

The boy looked down at you and suddenly felt emended fear. His pants got tight and he suddenly couldn’t moved. He prayed you wouldn’t look down or feel anything poking into you.

You looked up at Malfoy when he stopped moving, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing..I.. I just have to go.”

He suddenly let go of you and ran out of the Ballroom. You blinked shocked and felt a strong sadness.

What was that? He just left you on the dance floor, after asking YOU to dance.

You were heartbroken. You had no clue why he had just left you or that you had excited the poor boy too much.

Onlookers who knew EXACTLY why Draco had disappeared, felt sorry for the both of you. They all thought the same:

Teenager. Young, naive and horny.

It was a pity really, you thought as you felt your crotch burn, you was really enjoying that dance.

#stitched #stitched writes #stitched talks #harry potter #draco lucius malfoy #draco x reader #draco malfoy #draco malfoy x female reader #draco malfoy x hufflepuff!reader #hufflepuff #hufflepuff x slytherin #hufflepuff reader #yule ball #harry potter and the goblet of fire

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ferris-the-wheel · 8 months

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Riddle Rosehearts relationship headcanons!

TW: None

At first, he didn't really understand that what he was feeling was a crush. He thought because of his racing pulse and how he felt feverish around you was because he was sick. In fact, he thought that since it happens around you, you were the one who got him sick.

Obviously, since his temperature was normal and he didn't show any other signs of any illness, he was very confused and went to ask Trey if he knew what might be going on.

When Trey suggested that he might have a crush on you, Riddle was just trying to figure out why he was feeling off, so he was more than willing to accept that suggestion. Yeah, the issue is that he had no idea what to do now. So, he did what he always does when he doesn't know the answer: look it up in a library.

Long story short, that failed. When he vented his frustration to Trey about how the library had "utterly failed me!", Trey suggested using the internet instead.

Cue confused Riddle noises since he doesn't usually use the web that often (and definitely not for romance-related purposes). He figures it out eventually though (with Trey's help).

He did attempt to win you over by giving you gifts such as flowers and chocolates, as well as taking you to the movies. You caught on pretty quick that he might like you, but you didn't want to embarrass him by calling him out on it.

When you finally start dating, he's always very polite and caring toward you. While this whole dating thing is new to him, he's determined to do his best. He wants you to feel comfortable around him, so he doesn't yell at you if you break a rule. He'll simply remind you of the rule you broke and advise you not to break it again.

If you take advantage of him such as breaking several rules clearly on purpose, then he'll get mad. He does love you, but he won't tolerate blatant disrespect, especially when it involves the Queen of Hearts' rules. The only thing he asks is that you respect him and his boundaries.

He loves spending time with you, especially when it's going out to do things such as picnics. He likes treating you to desserts such as strawberry tarts, fruit salad with whipped cream, and other fruit-related foods. If you're more of a chocolate lover, he'll be willing to compromise once in a while. If you aren't into sweets at all, that's fine too! He'll take you to a fancy restaurant and you guys can have a fun date there.

Overall, he's a very good boyfriend. While he still has much to learn in the romance department, he's doing his best. While he has some work to do on the communication aspect of the relationship, your relationship is very healthy.

He's very hesitant about bringing you around to his house (rather, his mother). He's told you about his mother and how she acts, so while you'd like to either a) beat the hell out of her or b) stay as far away from her as possible, you leave it up to Riddle if he wants you to meet her or not.

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─── EVERYTHING YOU ARE IS MINE

🀦. BLOSSOMS OF INK, INDEX

SYNOPSIS — it's the final showdown at your flat and everyone is in for a huge surprise when the game "never have I ever..." shakes things up and your plan changes its course of action

CONTENT WARNING! — modern!au, consensual consumption of alcohol and we3d, everyone in this is fruity (even kenjaku), use of strap-ons, pegging, teasing, breath play, rough kissing, wlw dynamics, fingering (f receiving), nipple play, face-fvcking, double penetration, eventual happy ending | WORD COUNT — 9.6k ( ao3 link )

ANYA'S CORNER — so this is the final chapter for this small series of mine! While I was writing the last part, fleshing it out a bit and all, I was getting emotional because underneath every layer he put on to protect himself, Geto is just a man alone in the world who needs a kiss on the cheek and a hug.

thank you for staying with me 'till the very end. see you soon!

You eventually ended up eating the chocolate cake you so longed for on the way back home.

Thanks to whatever deity was looking out for you, Tsuki and Kenjaku already paid the bill, so what was left to do was wrap the dessert and get in the car. Oh, and the pervy angel by your side, also known as Suguru, drove you both to the flat.

There was no way in hell you could or would drive while eating.

Rule number one: never let futile business such as driving stop you from what the real thing was.

The tattoo artist had eaten his slice before getting in the car, but you had indulged in the moment as your legs rested up on the dashboard.

That quick amorous encounter you and your partner had in the bathroom had been a shot of utter adrenaline straight into your heart.

Risky. Reckless.

And fucking exciting.

However, you wouldn’t do something like that again in the near future.

As you finally parked the car and opened the front door of the flat, a very puzzled Kenjaku looked up. What seemed to be a bottle of alcohol was in his hand, and Yuki was laughing her heart out at something he must’ve said.

The twin shifted his attention from your best friend to you and Suguru, his hand still midair.

«Well, well, well. So this was a trap, indeed» he clicked his tongue, «I knew something was off the moment I saw four drinks at the table.»

«Aw, you poor thing. You should've walked away.» you remarked, a hand on Suguru’s bicep while you threw the keys on the kitchen’s table.

«Why would I when someone as sexy as this bombshell eye-fucked me from across the bar?»

The girl in question furrowed her eyebrows. He still thought he had the upper hand in that situation?

Judging by the energy in the room, Tsuki really was a breath away from eating him alive.

Some time before you explained what the whole situation was, she had confessed something.

"I don’t know if I finally lost it and I should be admitted to some mental facilities, but I swear on my beloved wigs that I saw someone who really looked like Suguru yesterday. He was at the bar and damn, when I tell you they look alike... I mean identical. Or maybe I’m just tripping and Suguru got a ton of piercings in one day." Even though imagining your partner doing such a thing with Satoru’s euphoric laugh as background, you had stopped what you were doing to stare at the girl. She wasn’t aware of it yet, but that wasn’t Suguru.ù Moreover, it seemed he was a regular customer at the same place you and Tsuki used to hang out at. An idea had stroked your overheated brain.

"Let me ask you this: if Suguru wasn’t my partner, would you sleep with him?" The scoop of coconut ice cream had disappeared in Tsukumo’s mouth soon after, pondering about it for a second. Then, the spoon was out and she tilted her head. «Objectively speaking, doll? Abso-fucking-lutely. You know I’m into that type of man.» "Then I have a proposal. Interested?"

And that’s how you two ended up creating the best plan possible to get back at the boy sitting right next to her. No withdrawals, no complications.

Just a day studded with life lessons Kenjaku hadn’t seen coming.

And they were flying right in his face.

Who knew? Maybe he’d enjoy it as much as you and the redhead did during the preparations of the plan.

What you were really looking forward to, though, was the look on your pretty boy’s face the moment the trap snapped shut.

«Join us for a drink.» the blonde winked at you

«It’s been a long time since we got drunk together.»

«And for all the good reasons, damn it. Every time we do, you tend to spill hot tea. About me.»

Suguru giggled in your ear, lips a kiss away from it. «Come on, there’s nothing to be afraid of. And I really want to see how far you wish to go with my brother to defend my honour.»

Sighing, you joined the two sitting on the floor in the living room.

Tsuki had managed to buy half of the convenience store close to the apartment, so you were now facing the concrete possibility of getting drunk before dinner.

Delightful.

She bought just too much of it.

«How about we play a little game while we’re at it, uhm?»

The three of you waited as Kenjaku took a sip of the liquid fire in his hand; in the meantime, you sensed Suguru’s tensed muscles and tried to ease it by sitting in his lap. He loved when you did it. It always calmed him down, and that time was no exception.

«Thank you, petal.»

You left a kiss on his cheek. «Anytime.»

When you returned to the other couple, Kenjaku was staring right at you and the hand on his twin’s. Maybe it was a reach to think that, but you might’ve caught a glimpse of jealousy in Kenjaku’s gaze?

What the fuck was he jealous about, anyway?

«How about we play ‘Strip poker’?»

«In your dreams, jackass.» you replied dead serious. No one else in the room but Suguru and your best friend would’ve seen you in underwear.

The smirk Kenjaku welcomed your response with almost had you break out of character. You weren’t the aggressive type of girl who’d snap for something trivial, but never in your life a narcissist and cocky asshole like him had made you feel the urge to beat the life out of his body.

«What about ‘Never Have I Ever’? This game doesn’t include stripping, but it could have different yet funny side effects.» proposed your best friend, her hand wrapped around the other man’s forearm. Suguru agreed to play the game, and so did you by tilting your head in Yuki’s direction.

She really was having fun with the whole situation.

The girl pretended she didn’t see your little smile and leaned closer to the table to fetch the shot glasses.

‘Never Have I Ever’ wasn’t the table game you were going to go with at first, but your partner gave his opinion about the matter and Tsuki was on the same page: Kenjaku would’ve gone down if enough alcohol was flowing through his veins.

And Tsuki, that little but devilish amazon, had planned quite a show for him under the sheets.

«Let’s unearth some dirty secrets, then.»

The glasses in front of you and Suguru reflected the light above the four of you, showing the distorted silhouette of a very eager Kenjaku and wary Tsuki.

Oh goodness, he really didn’t know what he just put himself into.

At first, the questions both you and your best friend posed were innocent, nothing to be worried about. Nonetheless, Kenjaku had already drank almost six shots when his twin stared right back at him and said:

«Never have I ever hurt someone close to me.»

You turned around so fast to look at the tattoo artist that the zip of his jeans harshly rubbed against the tender flesh of your bare thigh. The motion elicited a silent squeal of pain that got suppressed by the look Suguru was giving to his other self.

It was devoid of any positive vibe, a pit filled with resentment and confusion.

And hurt.

Geto’s soul was aching.

Kenjaku giggled a little and in doing so, the hand holding his glass ran to his mouth. «Guilty of all charges.»

«Why did you do it so many times? Too scared to get your own girl without stepping onto my heart, bastard?»

The man simply stared at his brother. The tension was thick enough to slice up and use it as a brick for construction.

«I was teaching you a lesson.»

«And what was it? That you can get whatever you want, whenever you want just with a snap of your fingers?»

Kenjaku hit the table with a fist, eyes fixated on Geto’s hand on your stomach.

Then a tipsy smile embedded his face.

«Nah, that goes without saying. It’s always been this way between us since we were born.

What I really wanted to engrave in that smart brain of yours is that all women, eventually, will turn their back on you and find another dick to suck.»

He really said it, now.

Suguru’s muscles tensed up against yours, the urge to hit him in the face comparable to you girls’. However, before he could even process that thought and act, Tsuki shoved a hand in Kenjaku’s hair and hauled him closer. A gasp escaped his lips, soon replaced by a muffled sigh caused by your best friend’s nails scratching his scalp.

«Is it now? That’s a really fucked up way to teach one of your siblings a life lesson, one most certainly spit out by some heart-broken stoner downtown when you were still a virgin. Alas, I must say I’m not new to teaching lessons to others, either.»

As the two kept talking, your hand slipped into Suguru’s and squeezed it until his breath caressed your nape. He was coming back to you.

«He’s a really complicated man, isn’t he?» you whispered and the tattoo artist nodded. He then added that, before turning into the jerk that you were now all talking to, Kenjaku was a gentle boy with a passion for music and piercings who got along so well with his younger twin. He’d even befriended Gojo at some point.

«What happened to him?»

Suguru, your ever attentive and caring partner, stroked with delicate touches the flushed expanse of skin you scratched with the zip. «The first woman he’d ever fallen in love with happened. Five years ago, he found her and his ex-best friend in bed, and since that moment his whole persona drastically changed. He claimed all women were snakes who’d bite you at any given occasion and then leave you at the edge of a road, passing on another man to skin alive. That’s the lesson he wanted to pass me on every single time he slept with my former partners.

He finished the work with my last girlfriend, and you know what came next.»

You snorted, rage boiling in your blood like a river in flood. If that was the reason why he’d been such a bitch to his brother, then he was more stupid than you thought him to be.

«Just because someone cheated on him doesn’t mean that all women are worthless pieces of trash. To paint us all with the same brush-», you clicked your tongue and looked at Kenjaku.

«Sometimes I think he doesn’t know the world’s different nuances. No one ever pays attention to them, but they’re important to look at from time to time. They offer you another angle to take the situation from.»

The topic died on its own soon after, the shared will to move on pregnant with each taken breath. The twins had to sort their things out on their own, but at that moment you were there to enjoy the game.

And teach him a significant lesson.

Thirty minutes had passed, and the four of you gobbled the equivalent of one bottle and a half of… was it gin? Vodka? Oh hell.

«Your turn again, bombshell.»

Tsukumo rolled her eyes at the pet name but still raised the glass to her eye line, the next question addressed to you.

«Never have I ever had sex with someone of the same gender.»

For the first time since the game started, you heard Suguru laughing behind you while Kenjaku’s eyes went from you to Yuki a few times.

«You better drink as well, bitch.» your index pointed at her and the girl filled both your empty glasses.

The two of you stared at each other for a solid minute after the shots, memories of what happened between you two flashing before your eyes. It had been fun while it lasted, and you both discovered more about yourselves in that one week together than in almost ten years of friendship.

«Would you like to elaborate?» clearly confused, Kenjaku shifted his attention to Tsuki as you rested your back against Suguru, a soft giggle shaking your chest.

Yes, you were getting drunker and drunker.

«We had a thing during the first year of college. Nothing serious, though. We were both experimenting with the same sex, you know? College is the perfect place to do so, but we couldn’t find someone who could connect with us other than on the physical level.

So we decided to talk about it and gave each other a chance. One of our best decisions, let me tell you.»

You were sure the next question Kenjaku would ask was that one, so you seized the opportunity and clinked the shot glass on the table to get everyone’s attention. Once you did, your lips twitched upward to give them all a toothy smile.

«Never have I ever had sex to skip classes.»

Tsuki opened her mouth to reply but closed it after seeing your winning look… although she landed on her feet once again.

«Never have I ever got my hair pulled during sex.»

You glanced at her, eyes narrowed and hand covered by Suguru’s, you drank yet again with him as your lover’s twin finally erupted into a surprised laugh. A laugh that soon engulfed the rest of you three.

«This is so much fun now!» he boomed among tiny hiccups, «Now I’ll go with one worth one million dollars.»

Here we go.

Kenjaku met Tsuki’s eyes first, then directed his shot glass at you from across the table.

«Never have I ever been pegged.»

He was basically asking you two who was the top and who the bottom. A by-the-book guy, right?

Kenjaku shifted his focus on you and captured your eyes for a couple of seconds, but since you were making no move to fill your drink, he looked at Tsukumo and gasped.

«No fucking way.»

The blonde swallowed the rest of the shot and smiled at him. Before she could say anything, though, a movement behind your back caught everyone off guard.

Including you.

Clink.

The liquid fire transferred from the bottle to the glass. Glass that rested on plump, delicious lips you savoured for weeks.

Clink.

His Adam’s apple moved upward and then backward, while black onyx penetrated your soul and dark silk caressed a visage that held nothing of its previous hue.

«Suguru?» you asked, pupils dilated as much as your blood was starting to pulse in each vessel of your body.

Every single one of them.

«Yes.» his lips almost went flat against your temple for his voice could reach only you. «It almost happened once with one of my former partners, but we never got to the core of the matter. They backed down before they could go all the way down. I was waiting for the right time to tell you about it, but off the masks I suppose.»

You've never been on the receiving end while having sex with a girl, so you just knew what it felt like to be in control and call the shots.

However, the half-whispered truth your tattoo artist gifted you with completely fragmented your psyche. Not because you were in any way uncomfortable with the truth, but because now you wanted to see Suguru's pretty face writhe in breathless moans while you destroyed him.

You hadn’t had that kind of thoughts for years, and now they came back to tease and excite your already kinky self.

«Were they good? Your partner, I mean.»

Both you and Suguru turned to Tsuki’s question; Kenjaku, meanwhile, was staring at his brother in utter shock.

Oh, the big boy finally shut up.

«They were, but we didn’t get to finish because they backed down at the last minute and stated that “it was a bit too much”.»

An annoyed scoff left you before you could process it. Why be scared of something so beautiful and, moreover, consensual?

«If you ever consider trying again, I suggest you leave everything in Y/N’s hands. She’s amazing at making you feel good without all that overwhelming shit that comes along with it.»

«Thanks for the tip, Yuki. I never thought I’d say this to you, but I’m a bit jealous you got your way with her before I did.»

You hit your lover’s arm and send flying daggers with your eyes to your best friend. «I’m right here, you know. No need to shower me with compliments for such things.»

Compliments were something you’ve never been able to accept, ever since you were a child… and the fact two of the most important people in your life just complimented you for being great under the sheets wasn’t helping at all.

Fortunately for you, Kenjaku decided it was his time to intervene.

His fingers turned concerningly white around the glass he was holding, clearly trying to analyse what he just heard. When he did, however, the general mood took a drastic turn.

«You really are a weirdo, fuck. I’d never let anything near it, let alone do what you just claimed to have done.»

Shit.

Much to your surprise, the one who responded to his not-so-sarcastic recrimination was the pretty girl next to him.

«You would be surprised how many times people wish to try it out. And I’m sure you’re no different from them, love. You’re just too scared to get past your brittle, toxic masculine ego to ask.

Or maybe you didn’t find the right person to turn that hidden fantasy into reality.»

«You’re implying that the right person is you?» he remarked, lips a narrow line against sharp cheekbones and eyes filled with distrust.

Hold on. He wasn’t completely discarding the idea of doing it.

Out of the corner of the eye, Tsuki looked at you and winked.

Bingo.

«Want me to show you? I’ve been practising and no one ever complained. Oh, what am I thinking? You’re too much of a man to be fucked by a strong, confident woman.

You wouldn’t handle the intensity of it, would you?»

Maybe the alcohol helped Kenjaku with Tsuki’s proposal or her foot on his crotch did, but whatever the reason had been, the guy’s raised an eyebrow nearly met the scar on his forehead in a silent defiance.

His ringed lip quivered for a fraction of a second before it stretched alongside the upper one in a cocky smirk. Just as Suguru said, his twin couldn't stand people who thought of him as inferior to the tattoo artist.

«I’m not a pussy like my brother. I can handle everything.»

Now it was your time to furrow your eyebrows, tired of hearing him belittling Suguru to prove his point.

Your enraged sigh caught the man’s attention and when he turned to look, your foot joined Tsuki’s to press on his hard-on under the table.

As a shaky moan pervaded his body, Suguru erased any distance between your bodies to nib at your ear and whisper:

«Would you want to fuck me again, petal? You’ll be completely in charge like today.»

Everything was going as planned, but the part in which Suguru begged you to fuck him wasn’t. You weren’t the least displeased, though.

It wasn’t something you were used to seeing with the dark-haired beauty. His eyes were fuelled by desire to be ravaged in the most delicious way possible.

And who were you to let him down?

Kissing Suguru on the throat first, you then shifted your attention to a very excited Kenjaku.

«Hear me out, Kenjaku, because now the bet we talked about a month ago comes into play: if you accept Tsuki’s proposal and cry out of pleasure, you’ll have to knock at my door and have a loooong talk with Suguru. Apologies are mandatory, but feel free to add whatever your heart tells you to.

If you don’t-

Well.» you sighed.

«Feel free to disappear without ever bothering your brother again. If you try any harmful approach towards him once more, I’ll make you pay for it. Real bad.

Understood?»

Too far gone to actually reply with words, he nodded and finally gave in after Tsuki’s tongue licked his piercing.

And after that, he was mould in your best friend’s more than capable hands.

Unsurprisingly, your partner took his leave after kissing you. He didn’t want to see his twin making out or worse in front of him.

«I’ll wait for you in your room», his smile reached lucid eyes as he walked backwards into it «take your time, petal. But do not make me wait too long.

I need you.»

Hot, boiling blood coursed through your veins as his hands took hold of the doorknob. The moment Suguru disappeared, you knew he was preparing himself for you.

Alas, you had something to see first.

Rising on wobbly legs, you walked where you intuitively felt the kitchen was. If you didn’t want to pass out in the middle of what was about to happen, you had to grasp some sense of reality again.

A relieved sigh left your lips, your fingers strangling the water bottle on the counter. Tsukumo must’ve left it that morning, right before you two headed out to go to university.

Chugging down half of the bottle in a second, you tilted your head to the side and enjoyed the view of Tsuki’s feral smile. She had just returned from her room and her firm grip on an oh-so familiar object had you chuckling.

«That brings back so many memories.» your hair flew upward to cover your chest as you sat on the counter.

«But that’s new, right? It’s even bigger than mine.»

The woman sent you a flying kiss. «Like I said, I’ve been practising. Now we can play this game together.»

«Maybe next time, doll. For now, I just want to enjoy the show.»

Kenjaku, who stayed silent until then, turned to look at his date for the night… and his eyes almost escaped their eyeballs.

«Are you fucking kidding me? It won’t fit.»

«Oh, it will. Scout’s honour.» was the last thing your best friend said before getting ready to do her magic. You were, on the other hand, too busy trying to sober up to catch Kenjaku’s look.

Worried? Yes.

Interested? Absolutely.

Damn. That wasn’t going to turn into a life lesson, after all. The bastard was going to enjoy it.

You had to kick things up a notch.

«Tsuki? Would you join me for a second?»

She complied in no time, reaching your almost sober form in the kitchen. You tried your best not to look at it, but you couldn’t help yourself.

As your eyes quickly fell onto the strap-on, Tsuki leaned closer to listen to what you just came up with. When you were done, her gaze widened in utter shock.

«Are you sure? What did Suguru say?»

«He’s completely fine about it. Actually, he was the one who gave me the general idea. Too bad he won’t be able to see.»

The maneater in front of you grinned. «I wouldn’t be so sure about that. Besides, maybe this won’t be the last time we come up with something like this to ruin the twins. I’m having a reeeally good time, and I bet you’re enjoying this as much.»

Your smile reflected hers and, without further ado, Tsuki suddenly looked at Kenjaku from above her shoulder.

«You’re ready, puppy?»

«Do not call m-

Oh, fuck.» he cut himself off, words failing to form on his tongue as he watched your legs enclosing Yuji’s waist. The latter laughed in the crook of your neck, her own breath as unsteady as your own.

You hadn’t been that close in aeons, that was true, but the sexual tension between you two was as alive as it was back then.

However, she wasn’t the one you were going to fuck after that little show.

Your tattoo artist was waiting for you.

«Oh, you want to come here and join us, don’t you?» she inquired and her lips curved on your collarbone.

«You can’t, puppy. If you dare to take one step towards us, you’ll immediately lose the bet.

Stay still.»

Kenjaku cursed under his breath, hands itching to ease the strain in his jeans.

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed your room’s door was half-closed. Two options were the most likely to be true: Suguru forgot to close it... or he’d left it ajar on purpose.

And neither of those were part of the plan.

Curious to see if you imagined it or not, you averted your eyes on the right.

And you heard Suguru’s soft moans despite your heart beating like crazy in your ears. Oh, and on top of that, you swore you felt his eyes on you and Tsuki now and then as both of you girls carried on.

Geto Suguru really was the perfect match for you: open-minded, caring yet possessive enough to be considered your better half.

«This will be the first and last time I leave you in charge» you whispered and Tsuki nodded, «let’s annihilate him.»

«It’d be a pleasure.»

Even your surprised gasp caught Tsuki off guard the moment her tongue played with yours, long fingernails wrapped around your curls as she hummed in your mouth. Her strap-on, as if it wasn’t enough already, kept brushing against such sensitive flesh every time the girl jerked her hips upward– or it was you, yearning for hungrier, darker touches –

Whoever it was, the friction between heated bodies was a personal attack to your self-control.

Without you seeing it, Kenjaku had moved to better look at the two of you, his ragged whimpers falling over sweat-grazed foreheads.

Your hair caressed Tsuki’s and finally, after what felt like an eternity, her lips encountered the rough fabric of your bra.

That was when you clearly heard Suguru growl against the door, his not so subtle attempts at hiding it making you wetter and wetter.

«They’re both watching us, uh?» you hummed and Tsuki’s hand ran up and down your bare thigh. She was fighting against the urge to step up the game, but you both were sure Kenjaku was about to break down anytime.

He actually did sooner than expected, that was a minute after your tongue had licked the nipple peeking out from Tsuki’s bra, the thin fabric of her top doing nothing to hide her growing excitement.

«I can’t take this shit anymore. What do I have to do?» he asked, impatience dripping out every word. Yuki smiled and, while her hand left your body to look at the man, you once again turned to the right.

The door was now closed, which meant Suguru was more than ready for you.

Hopping down the counter, you pass by Tsuki to pull Kenjaku in front of your best friend. Then, the girl pressed a hand on his head, urging him to go on his knees.

«Let’s start from here.»

That was your cue to leave. Before you did it, though, you kissed the blonde’s cheek as a sign of gratitude.

You’d be still working on the plan if she didn’t step in and help.

«Enjoy yourselves, birdies. I will do the same.»

Finally free to go, you stopped by the bathroom first. Even though you were eager to get to your boy, what you needed at that moment was the lingerie set that’d had him twitching in pleasure under you.

After you found it, took off unnecessary clothes and wore it after years of disuse, you quickly walked backwards to your room. Muffled moans were coming from the living room, signalling that Tsuki had been too impatient to go down on Kenjaku to reach her bed.

Oh, poor thing.

He wouldn’t be able to walk properly for a few days, at least. Also, he’d be knocking at your door soon.

The intensity of Kenjaku’s whimpers increased as you finally closed your room’s door behind you.

And you had to press your back against it for a moment, to fully take in the view in front of you.

«Took you long enough, petal.»

You walked to him, your pretty tattoo artist sat on your bed, his index and middle finger holding what you thought was a joint as he waited for you. He must’ve brought it with him way before he met you and Yuki at the bar, just to smoke it in the intimacy of your bedroom.

Getting on the bed as well, your lips stretched in a content smile as you straddled him.

«You didn’t seem to bother about the time when you watched me and Tsuki.» the place between your legs, throbbing against the fabric of your already soiled undies, caressed his clothed length and Suguru softly whined.

What a needy angel we have here.

«You are too hot for your own good, petal.»

«Am I?» your eyes devoured him as half of the little bundle of weed kept disappearing in Suguru’s mouth.

White smoke surrounded your figures, your nostrils taking in the pungent smell of weed and Geto’s perfume with every sharp breath you took. But it wasn’t enough.

Suddenly your fingers were on his forehead, pads tracing the hairline until they landed on the silken man bun he tied his hair in.

Feeling as if you were about to explode, the man tilted his head to the side and scoffed.

«Eager to have me on my knees?»

«I’m not against it in the slightest. Are you?»

«Of course not. I want to be dominated by you right now, petal.»

That single sentence almost had you yanking at his roots, desperation and need to have him on you flooding every fibre of your body.

«So I’m calling the shots tonight.» you placed an index on his lips, the other hand on his head now reaching the joint still midair.

And when you took a puff of it… oh my lord.

Geto was eye-fucking you, and his arousal increased as your breath laced with the weed’s scent grazed his face. By now his hard-on pressed against your inner thighs and the sensation of it brought you to throw your head back and sigh.

When you finally looked at him again, your eyes were glossy yet determined in fulfilling Suguru’s desire.

«Shove me against the wall.»

You didn’t know what convinced him to comply but either way, your back crashed not-so-gently against the wall close to the door a moment later. While Geto’s digits ghosted over the lace of your lingerie set and his nose brushed yours for a second, you offered him the joint.

«Experiment on me, angel» his black orbs drowned into the lust filling yours as he inhaled, «don’t exhale yet. On your knees.»

He eagerly complied and never stopped teasing you as he did so. The moment you spread your legs to accommodate him, Suguru placed a kiss on your panties and breathed on your pussy without notice. You loudly moaned because it wasn’t what had crossed your mind earlier.

It was definitely better.

Judging by the way your limbs trembled as soon as Geto took the joint again and repeated the action, it was working. Each time he wanted to have you squirm under his touch, he simply blew small whiffs of smoke on your panties.

«Tell me what to do next.»

«N-need your tongue-»

«My tongue, petal? Where?»

He was teasing you, even if you had the high ground at the moment.

Your fingers pushed aside the underwear still uncomfortably sticking to your cunt and parted your lower lips. Suguru smiled at that and tugged the garment past the hip bones and down your legs, eventually throwing it above his head.

But he didn’t move.

«What should I-» your digits dug into the softness of his hair before freeing it from the hairband, dark tresses now gliding on your heated skin.

Then you pushed his head towards where you needed him the most.

«Blow smoke on my pussy while your tongue works on me.

Now.»

The demanding tone you used had Geto’s blood rush south. However, he immediately rested the flat of his wet muscle against your slit.

«Yes, just like that.»

He carried on with his ministrations for a few minutes until his lips wrapped around the spliff and blew on you as you demanded. The strange contact with your most intimate parts made your hips buck into his mouth, and Geto smiled against your heat.

And just when you thought your chest couldn’t get heavier than that, his tongue dragged along your inner walls until his nose bumped against your clit.

Hard.

«Suguru…»

The man stared at you from beneath and smirked.

«No need to act shy now, petal. I know you’re dying to ride my nose as if your life depends on it.»

After he kissed your pussy to get up and put out the joint in the little ashtray by your drawer, his arms enclosed your approaching waist and pulled you towards him, resulting in Geto plopping on his back on the bed as your cunt was now an inch away from suffocating him. Before it could happen, you raised yourself enough for the man to grab your hips and push your pussy right where his mouth was.

And the first moment his tongue gave your entrance an experimental prod, you mewled and your heart almost lept out of your chest.

But it wasn’t over.

Geto’s tongue slipped in and out of you, the rough tissue caressing your insides just right, when his fingers opened the wooden furniture beside you and laughed.

Your eyes, still glassy and ready to close because of the nearing orgasm, went to pop out of the eye sockets.

How did he know about it?

«I figured you’d enjoy yourself while I was at work, Y/N, but a dildo? Is my cock not enough for you?»

Sass oozed from his voice, and it shouldn't have turned you on more than you already were. Alas it did, so you simply shrugged your shoulders to feign indifference.

«The more, the merrier.»

«Is that so?»

His tone had dropped even more, his lips and tongue resuming to lick and suck every part he could reach, devouring you while your fingers yanked at his hair.

«Sugu’, I-» you couldn’t finish the sentence because your back arched outward, and you went to tumble off of him, but Suguru kept you right above his mouth.

«Let me drink all of you, petal.»

White noise was all your ears could catch, thriving on the feeling of Geto’s gentle licks all over the expanse of flesh he marked with his mouth.

Until his fingers left the warmth of your body for a split second. It wasn’t long, but it was definitely enough for him to stare at you going limp against his body as the release’s aftermath washed all over you.

Enough for the smartass to draw out of you everything you could give him.

Those works of art that worked wonders had surrounded your windpipe without you noticing. You eventually did as the air swirled, because Suguru had flipped you two over and pushed you on your back.

«Oh, petal» Suguru hovered over your body while his other hand stroked the outside of your thighs «I love when you experiment on me.»

You tried to rise onto your elbows, but the boy was determined to hold you down enough time to finish what he had started.

Your confused self realised what he had in mind too late, that was when his still fully erected shaft grazed the wetness dripping down your thighs.

«Sug-»

His lips were on your forehead as he spoke.

«I’ll have you writhe in pleasure. Wanna try something out?»

The bra you had on till that moment flew under the bed and, not even a second later, what was left of your self-doubts got discarded real fast.

To say you were surprised would’ve been a huge understatement.

He still had the energy to keep going, even after what you just did?

Hair caressing your sweaty face, you nodded at his proposal. He was dangerously close to smothering you with another idea of his.

As if reading your mind — like he always did — Suguru pressed on the sides of your throat, and you whimpered without thinking, the feeling so familiar it was done out of habit. Your partner took advantage of it and captured first a nipple, then the other one in his mouth.

«I want to spice things up a bit, petal. Is that a yes? Oh, you’re so beautiful and caring when on top but when you want my cock, you act all cute and whiny.» the small smack behind his nape from your part had Suguru chuckling in amusement, his hot breath massaging engorged buds that didn’t want to be neglected.

«What are you waiting for?» you whispered under your breath, acting all tough even though the place between your thighs had gone beyond wet, impatient and aching for Suguru’s touch.

He glanced over at your engorged pussy, and he fought back a shit-eating grin that, nevertheless, came in full force to erase any trace of sense in you.

«Nothing, actually. I just wanted to see how long you’d last until I fill you to the bri-»

Your impatience got the best of you and cut off the boy by wrapping your legs around his waist and pushed him forward. If he was going to tease you, he had to do so where you could feel him against your skin.

Teasing had never been something you liked to dig in for long. Foreplay was more than acceptable, but teasing for more than five minutes? Hell, no.

«If you don’t fuck me right here and now I will leave you to your devices for days.»

His eyes flashed black as your words reached him. He already had a taste of his own medicine two weeks before, and it hadn’t been a great time for his friend down there.

«Fine. But if you dare to tell Satoru or Shoko that I don't treat you well again, I will spank you.»

«Uh, I like where it’s going.» your scoff soon turned into an airless moan Suguru so proudly felt on his tongue. You were so wet it had been easy for him to part your lower lips with a finger, only to slide three of them in altogether. Given the fact he was fully committed to draw the longest and most intense orgasm from you, his determination knew no limits.

Since you first slept with him, you immediately understood he’d been the only one who’d ever give you the best ones.

Such tremendous, fitting pieces of a puzzle you were.

He wasn’t going to let you down that night.

Kissing the snake’s head on your hip Suguru went south, his fingertips’ pads still squelching inside your pussy. The obscene sound should’ve embarrassed you, but you were too focused on the boy’s expression and the pleasure that came from it to care about anything else.

He always had that fascinated look on his face, as if he could never realise it was his doing, no one else’s.

But now he was after something big, so he wasted no time in locking eyes with you while his tongue licked a long, deep stripe from the bottom to the top of your clit.

«Suguru», your head fell onto the pillow as a sob shook your chest «you’re so-

Ah.»

The living tease had pulled away his fingers, the sudden emptiness leaving you hanging on the edge on purpose. You went to snap back when something bigger and wetter glided past your folds, filling you up in a second.

«I’m-»

Geto kissed your swollen tissues to help you relax, breathing on them soon after to cool the burn down.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed since you closed that door, but you were sure as hell both you and Suguru would’ve stayed in bed for days after this.

«The pain will last just a bit, petal» he cooed at you, «but it’ll be worth it.

Raise your knees to the chest. Yes, let me see that cute pussy of yours.

Now, take my hand.»

The one still on your throat went up, reaching for one of yours. You hadn't even noticed you had both of them gripping firmly the headboard above your head.

«I assume this is a “first time” moment for you, as well», your partner smiled as your walls hugged the head of the dildo «we’re even.»

Still miraculously holding on to the last fragment of control left in your body, your vision trained on his arm embedded by the dragon’s tattoo. The huge head of it, reaching the back of his wrist, hid itself into you for a few seconds. Then, as it rose to take breath one last time, its owner’s touch turned into such an immovable hold you couldn’t hope to break.

«Y/N.»

Every time Suguru called you by your full name, you knew he was being serious. Eyes falling lazily on his abs, you hauled him closer to cage his lips into a kiss your heart needed.

It was necessary.

You didn’t want to shatter in the boy’s arms from the get-go.

Just as you felt the artist’s hand squeezing yours above your heads, he eventually eased himself into you while the dildo was still buried deep inside.

He caught every single droplet of reaction you gave him, drinking in how your whine reached bruised lips he licked and coated with your own juices. How your eyes shot close to get used to the new stretch, your chest meeting his as you both stayed still.

How you so quickly composed yourself and let down a hand to better grab at his ass, motioning the shocked Suguru to move.

«Beautiful.» he almost sang it, completely in awe of the endless aces up your sleeves.

Never in his life Geto Suguru would’ve imagined he’d met someone as special as you. Someone who matched his rather anti-conformist ideas about sex.

And then, you walked into his tattoo shop. The view he had of the world completely collapsed onto itself.

As his train of thoughts wandered in that direction, your breathless self underneath the tattoo artist was going to fucking lose it.

The new sensation had bothered your senses for a split-second, soon followed by a pleasurable stretch you never felt before.

A stretch you intended to prolong for as long as possible.

One of your hands slipped away from his to caress his face grazed with sweat, motioning to keep going once his eyes were on you again.

«Are you sure? Words, petal.» he half-laughed half-moaned when you jerked your hips upward.

«I won’t move until you say ‘yes’ or ‘no’.»

«I’ll fucking scream if you don’t move immediately.» you spit out of despair.

His amused smirk soon turned into an aroused one for his skin kissed yours after he oh-so slowly pulled in and out of you.

«You never fail to surprise me.» Suguru chuckled as you wrenched away your head, but the living tease couldn’t endure such a game for long, either.

As soon as he made you sure you adjusted to both girths, you had to muffle a really loud scream.

He was driving himself so deep and fast into you that his hand had to hold still both you and the dildo, preventing your hands to do nothing more than grab whatever was within reach.

Apparently, the ever so patient Geto was at his limit, as well.

«Suguru.» you whined, but your words got suppressed by the bed springs squeaking in your ears.

Or that was what you were thinking.

Knowing where you were aching to be touched, your partner leaned over as you beckoned him closer to better kiss his lips.

And it was at that moment his hip bones clashed against yours rougher than before, his thrusts losing momentum and strength. It didn’t hurt at all, but the action would definitely leave behind bruises.

«Y/N-»

«Don’t stop.» you breathed on him «I’m fine, d-don’t stop.

Please.»

The tattoo artist stared into your soul for a moment, his fear of hurting you in any way so rooted within him he wanted to stop. But you wouldn’t let it happen.

You felt your own release clawing your insides, its warmth harpooning your core as Suguru’s snaps got sloppy and deeper.

«Stay.»

He simply kept bucking his hips up into yours, but the gentle squeeze of your hand in his was the answer to the implicit request. You had been on birth control for a while now, even though your partner was always iffy about coming inside you as many times as you wanted.

As much as he loved the idea of having children with you who played with Nen or brushed his hair, he was not ready to be a parent yet.

On the other hand, you worried about that to a certain extent. Being a parent wasn’t contemplated in the big picture, of course… but that didn’t stop you from having his seed dragging along your walls and then down, right where your thighs met.

«Eyes on me.»

You followed his lead, eyes locking with his as he hit a sweet spot of yours. That was enough for you to clench convulsively and let out a moan which pushed both you and Suguru over the edge.

Your vision went pitch black for a second, the pleasure clouding every sense of who you were and where your body was. When you came back to him, the man was listening to your heart slamming against your chest, his beautiful features soft and satisfied.

«Admiring the mess you made, angel?»

Suguru raised his head and caged your bruised lips in an exchange of breaths full of what made you fall for him. Nothing as predicted as looks, but the flaws and qualities of his essence.

Everything he had been, was and would be were the reasons why your soul connected to him in a nick of time.

«I love how breathless you are every time I have my hands on you.»

«You have me out of breath every day» you kissed the tip of his nose and brought your now joined hands between you two, «also, that was the most legs-shaking orgasm someone has ever drawn out of me. Thank you.»

He laughed, fingers trapping yours in the vain attempt of hiding his pride. He was a cocky, little fox, but you loved him for that.

Yes, you loved Suguru with every fibre of your being. And he’d had you in his heart right after your hand first grazed his on the studio’s crystal table

«Did you like it?» you both asked at the same time and the radius smile he answered you with was contagious. You nodded and rested your forehead on his as he sighed.

«It was even better than I ever dreamed of. But we will step it up soon, won’t we? Keep that dildo within reach.»

«Why would I use it on y-

Don’t tell me you want to try out what Tsuki claimed before.»

«Oh, I absolutely want to. That cute, bi bitch owned herself a cup of cappuccino for proposing it, actually.»

You pouted right away, offended that he didn’t include you in the sentence. You were a far more huge fan of cappuccino than your best friend.

And Suguru knew it damn well.

«I’m this close to biting you.» eyes narrowed, you watched as your partner tumbled off and out of you alongside the dildo that joined your underwear under the bed.

«Foreplay before round thre-»

Knock knock.

Already knowing who was banging on the door, you covered yourself with the sheets you would change a few minutes later. Suguru wore his boxers and went to open the door to a very pleased Tsuki and dumbfounded Kenjaku.

Goddammit, how was he even able to walk?

The blonde walked towards you while the twins kept their distance, taking a few peeks at you girls before starting to talk.

«Hello, you sexy thing.» she greeted and you scoffed, rolling yourself more into the sheets. You were nothing but sexy at the moment.

«Hello, bombshell. It looks like you smothered your puppy guy over there.»

Even though he was standing, Kenjaku had to lean against the wall from time to time to talk with the tattoo artist.

You repressed a satisfied smirk when Suguru subtly arched his back to ease the soreness that was already creeping in.

You and Tsuki really did a good job with them.

«I did» she stared at your partner for a moment and giggled, «but I’m not the only one, uh?»

«Eh, you know. Apparently Suguru loves to be a pillow princess sometimes.»

The girl laughed, looking at the boys still at the door. As she told you in hushed whispers, Kenjaku had admitted he’d been an asshole to his brother all those years. So, after taking a moment to collect his thoughts, he decided to clear things up. For good.

Your eyes caressed the twins’ figures, taking in the way your partner progressively went from being stiff against the door to grabbing his brother’s shoulder with a hand and giving it a quick squeeze.

He hadn’t forgiven him yet, but he had accepted the fact Kenjaku finally mustered enough courage to confront him and atone for what he’d done.

The smile plastered on your face reflected Tsuki’s, both of you staring at them across the room. Your flatmate wasn’t going to admit it anytime soon, but the man with amazing looks but whose attitude had to change was making her stomach do backflips.

Even though she’d always be the one wearing pants.

Judging by the fucked out expression Kenjaku had whenever his eyes landed on the girl, however, he didn’t mind it at all.

Maybe, maybe, he was going to be more open-minded.

Soon the twins parted ways, Suguru sitting on the bed while you got up to press your chest against his back. Tsuki, clothed in a purple robe, went to pinch Kenjaku’s nose.

«Everything good now?»

The lip piercing on his lower lip beamed as he glared at his twin and nodded.

«We’re working on it.

Suguru, how about tomorrow morning? It’s my day off.»

The tattoo artist hummed in response and motioned to him to wake him up the next morning. Useless to say the four of you would be sleeping in the flat.

The first one to take her leave was the blonde, fingers lingering on the boy’s lip piercing as her eyes locked with yours.

Mission accomplished.

Before you could reply, Kenjaku’s gaze was on you again. Luckily for you, this time it was less piercing and arrogant than before.

«I’m not sure whether to kiss or punch you for what you’ve done.»

«Well, the fact you acknowledged my contribution to make you and your brother be in the same room again without being at each other’s throats is more than I had expected. I wanted to bring closure to your shared history, that’s all.»

«And for that I thank you. Sincerely.»

You covered your mouth with a hand, eyes searching for any sign of falsehood.

There wasn’t.

«Oh my, oh my. I think your puppy has a thing for me, now.»

Kenjaku’s index was pointed at you as Tsuki dragged him out of the room, her laugh echoing Suguru’s.

«Just when I was starting to like you!»

«You’ll have all the time in the world to fancy me more, my dearest brother-in-law.»

Utter horror was on your partner’s brother the second he heard you calling him so. Horror that soon turned into realisation.

«Fuck. You’ll stick around for a very long time, won’t you?»

Your lips kissed Suguru’s shoulder and smiled. «You can bet your cute ass I am.»

«Good. Your sassiness will be really appreciated at family’s dinners.»

«If you think she’s sassy, just wait until you meet her mother. She’s the blueprint of this sexy soul.» Tsuki intervened, her words followed by your raised thumbs.

Your mother was on a whole other level.

«See you tomorrow, brother-in-law!»

«STOP CALLING ME THAT.»

Your ecstatic laughter reverberated into Suguru’s bones even after the other couple left. He was beyond happy to finally be able to have civil conversations with his brother again.

And it was all thanks to you.

He slightly turned his head to better look at your beaming eyes, lips curving in a proud and found smile. «You’ll stay with me for a while, huh?»

«Of course, my love» your fingers ghosted over the lotus behind his neck, «I told you’ll have a hard time getting rid of me now.»

«I never and will ever have no such intention. And, honestly, I wouldn’t mind knowing the blueprint who gave birth to such an amazing human being like you.»

Your breath got stuck in your throat as Suguru’s words sank in. He was practically saying he wanted to meet your mother. Meaning his heart really was in your now trembling hands.

Your partner once again got up, but this time you climbed up his back and let him guide both of you in the bathroom.

The way his eyes sparked when you told him your mother was going to be in Japan next month and that she already expressed her desire to know the person who had her daughter’s heart shattered the last doubts you had about letting them meet.

They still didn’t even know each other, yet their shared love for you was over the roof.

And you were sure as hell your mother was going to embarrass you with old and not-so-innocent anecdotes the moment she got used to Suguru’s energy.

«So, just for your interest, you need to know a few things about my mother.» you began after Suguru had wrapped your body in a towel, proceeded to change the sheets and refused to let you do anything else but watch his half-naked form going around the room.

«Are you warning me, petal?»

«Not exactly “warning”, but something like that. You see, my mother’s hella spiritual.

Expect some questions about blood type, zodiac sign and hands. Especially the last one.»

If your eyes could devour delicious things just as the tattoo artist’s abs, they’d eat them up in a heartbeat. You knew he was teasing you by the way his lips were constantly upwards.

He finally finished what he was doing and laid down, motioning you to join him on the bed. As soon as you did, however, your hand rested on his hip bones and tugged at the towel around his waist. He watched you without saying a thing, curious and a little turned on about what was going on in your mind.

«She’s into palmistry as well? Damn, that’s so fascinating. Do you happen to share her same interests?»

The nod you gave brightened his mood even more. You never had that talk before that moment, because a part of you was scared he might’ve labelled you as “crazy” or “weird”.

But, again, we were talking about Suguru.

As his own hand reached your towel’s hem, you scooted closer to him and wrapped a leg over his.

«Just when I thought I couldn’t love you more.» he mumbled a breath away from your lips, and you smiled.

«Let’s see if you'll love me even more when I say I’ve already read your beautiful palms the first time we met. Ah», laughter shook your chest as it pressed more against Suguru’s «Tsuki was so shocked when I told her what I found out.»

«What did you see?»

You giggled, suddenly self-conscious about your abilities in palmistry. You weren’t nearly as good as your mother was yet, but you managed to catch a few things along the way.

Including how to read love and sex’s lines.

Long fingers ghosted over your nape as your own wandered on the boy’s back.

«That you were a passionate lover and that you were really, really good at sex. What name did Tsuki call you with? Ah, yes. A “sex God”, that’s it.»

Suguru sharply exhaled in what was an attempt at laughing, but you were sure your words stroked his ego more than his fingers were doing on your skin.

«Is it true?»

«What?»

«That I’m good at sex?»

You sighed on his collarbone, letting him discard your towel to be skin against skin again. The warmth irradiating from his body to yours was what you wouldn’t get enough of for a lot of time. Your eyes met his, and you saw his eyebrows raised in expectation.

«Nope, it’s not», your teeth delicately bit his lower lip «you’re disgustingly perfect at it, Suguru.»

«Good. At least it came out of your mouth and not your mom’s.»

He flinched after you pinched his back, but the smile he awarded you with took your breath away for a solid second.

«What are you and Kenjaku going to do tomorrow, anyway?» you asked.

«He wants a tattoo and, while we’re at it, we’ll talk a bit. I still can’t believe we’re going to patch up everything that’s been going on with us.

Thank you again, petal. Truly.»

The kiss you shared after was both an answer to his comment and a token of your love for him.

«If you ever need my crazy ass for another not-so foolproof plan like this, ask anytime. I finally was able to give the new coined saying “a tattoo for your thoughts” a meaning.»

Suguru laughed and that earned him a smack on his ass.

Yes, you were utterly in love with that dork.

THE END.

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Everywhere, Everything-

CL16 (Chapter 4/?)

Pairing: Charles Leclerc × female!reader

Series Summary: In which a rising singer gets her biggest break yet; opening at the Austin Grand Prix. All record companies would have their eyes on her- along with a certain monegasque driver.

Trope: Slow burn with a mix of other tropes in there (He fell first, one bed, roommates, all the good ones!)

Chapter Summary: Plane rides and conversations spark new and confused feelings inside you.

Warnings: Cussing, reader is clueless, extremely quick and rushed chapter 🫣

“Oh my god, Charles,” You said, stuffing your mouth with a rich chocolate cheesecake. “This is delicious. I take back everything I said about private jets. Screw the environment. I literally want to marry this dessert.” Charles couldn’t help but laugh at you. You were only halfway joking anyways.

You two had boarded a private plane to go to Mexico earlier that morning. After a lot of struggling, he finally pulled you out of the hotel bed to make it to the plane on time. You were a force to be reckoned with when your sleep schedule was fucked. He quite literally had to drag you at one point, but that’s long forgotten. All you could focus on now was the plane food.

“Is this what being rich is like? Sign me up.” You licked your lips and rubbed your stomach happily. You leaned back in the cozy chair and curled your feet up close. Okay. As nice as it was to be in this position, you were petrified. You could put on a brave face in front of Charles but in truth, you had no idea what you were getting yourself into. Private gets, trip to Mexico, fancy food, expensive hotels… Not to mention you still had to perform at the rest of the Grand Prix this season.

You silently kicked yourself for agreeing to it.

Nonetheless you still smiled and thanked Charles once again for everything. After all, he’s the reason your dreams may come true.

But to him, it seemed like no big deal.

You watched him shake his head and shrug. “No, no. No more thanking me.” He chuckled. You scoffed. And he dramatically put a hand over his heart and gasped. “Sassy today, are we?”

“I have to thank you,” You protested. “How can I not? I promise I’m gonna pay you back someday, for everything. This is so much bigger than you realize.”

Charles grinned, dimples prominent on his cheeks. “Non, non,” He ticked his finger back and forth. “It’s just a favor for a friend.” Friend. The word echoed in your brain more times than you’d like to admit.

“Whatever you say frenchie,”

“You do realize that term is incredibly offensive? I’m not french.” He huffed like a child. “I’m monegasque.”

You laughed and tossed a straw wrapper you had balled up previously at him. He chuckled and fought back, tossing plastic cup which you easily dodged. The more time you spent with Charles, the more comfortable you two had grown, which is saying a lot because it had only been a few days. The universe is funny in that way, you think. It puts two people together and sometimes they just click. It seemed to be the same with you and Charles.

Soon after the first (and probably last) straw paper war, a flight attendant came to take your plate. She smiled kindly at you, her gaze drifting to Charles as she lifted the silverware. “Is there anything else I can get for you guys?” She asked, her tone sweet. You weren’t keen on the way her eyes wandered over Charles more than once. Especially when her hands wandered dangerously close to his as she grabbed his wine glass. Taking a deep breath to think clearly, you realized you were just protective of your friend. Nothing wrong with that.

“No, thank you, I am good,” He responded, and she nodded her head and flashed an award winning smile. He looked over at you. “Do you want anything else Y/N?”

You froze for a second when he caught your gaze, but quickly regained composure. “No, thank you,” You smiled at the flight attendant, breaking away from Charles’ intense stare. She nodded, glancing at Charles one last time, but his focus was hardened on you. The attendant walked away, her heels clacking against the ground. It thankfully filled the awkward silence you felt. “So, looks like someone’s got a secret admirer?” You wiggled your eyebrows at Charles.

He blinked, confused. “Who?”

Your eyebrows raised in shock. He must be oblivious. “The flight attendant,” You gave him a crooked smile, shock and confusion filled his features. “She was checking you out completely. And she’s cute, maybe you should get her name?”

He smiled but it was clearly forced. “I didn’t even notice.” He said honestly.

You two sat in silence for a minute or so, Charles scrolling through his phone. He seemed completely unbothered by the flight attendant’s advances. Then again, he probably got a lot of attention from women. He’s probably immune to it by now. If that’s even possible.

You looked out the window. The plane soared through the clouds, creating a scene out of a painting. The sun peaked through just enough to create an orange glow among the sky. You took a deep breath, imagining the upcoming days. It didn’t feel real. You were set to play Saturday after qualifying. Mexico was a beautiful track, not quite your favorite, but you knew the energy would be incredible. That is, if you could make it to Saturday. You were sure you were going to pass of a heart attack soon enough.

“Are you going to watch the race?” Charles voice broke you out of your thoughts.

“What?”

“This race weekend,” He suddenly got shy. “I know you’re going to be focused on your music and everything, but are you going to watch the race this weekend?”

You smiled widely. What an odd question. “Of course I am Charles, everything from free practice to race day I’m gonna be there.” You assured him. His smile grew. “It’s my first real Grand Prix weekend. Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

His shoulders slumped slightly and you wondered what you could’ve said to change his demeanor. His smile remained unwavering though, and he stretched. You had to stop yourself from looking at his biceps as he laid his hands behind his head. “You’ll be watching from the Ferrari paddock, yes?”

“I was actually thinking of the Redbull paddock,” You joked. Charles though, didn’t seem to understand, and you could see his eyebrows furrow. His eyes widened in fear and you nearly fell back in your chair from laughing. “Oh my god Charles no, I was joking. Of course I’ll be cheering for Ferrari. I’ll be cheering for you.” That last sentence slipped out faster than you could stop it.

You couldn’t help but notice the way his cheeks reddened at that, and you slapped yourself inside your mind. How could you possibly say that? You definitely made him uncomfortable. You cleared your throat, sweating. “Are you nervous for the race?” You asked, hoping he would forget all about this conversation by this time tomorrow.

Charles bit his lip in thought. Your eyes focused on his mouth, the way his teeth rolled over his bottom lip almost made you crazy. You forced yourself to look away, ashamed. This had been about the 5th time today you had to break your gaze away from him and you had no idea why. “Truly I’m worried about the team’s strategies, this season the pit stops have been awful and team communication has completely gone out the window.” He had to chuckle at the absurdity. You assumed if he didn’t laugh he would cry. “Nevertheless I have high hopes, as long as I go into it determined then I’m bound to come out feeling good yeah?”

You smiled at him, seeing the way his body physically relaxed at the sight. “I’m sure you’ll do great Charles, you’re really talented despite the cards you’ve been given,” You said. He nodded. “Whatever you do though, never let racing change you.”

He raised an eyebrow, lost. “Racing is who I am. It’ll never change me.” Is all he said to that. You pursed your lips together and sucked in a light breath. You wondered if you were overstepping by saying any of this. “Besides,” He grinned widely at you. “I’ll have a lucky charm there this time, and an awesome hype up playlist.”

Your heart swelled. The corners of your mouth twitched upward. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, absolutely,”

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ✯ ⋅.} ────── ⊰

“Dude how do you afford the nicest hotels in the history of the world?” You asked Charles, gaping eyes around the hotel lobby. You probably stuck out like a sore thumb, the way your mouth was wide at the sight of the shining chandelier or the way you stuttered when the doorman welcomed you.

The plane ride had been long but you enjoyed every second, you couldn’t deny that. Charles company was incredible. Not only were the conversations special, but you kicked his butt in Mario-Kart and forced him to watch a horror movie. He screamed like a little girl and made you swear to never tell anyone. You agreed, but you were never let him forget about it.

Charles chuckled at you. “Close your mouth, a fly is gonna land in there,” He teased and you flushed with embarrassment.

“Yeah, yeah, let’s just get to our hotel room Frenchie. My arms are tired from holding this suitcase.”

“I’m not french!”

A kind young lady eventually showed the two of you to the hotel room. You guys had agreed to share another room for easy accommodation, plus you were very unsure of staying in a hotel room by yourself in a country you had never visited. Charles was more than okay with that, eager even. He was a very kind friend, always looking out for you.

“Enjoy your love weekend!” The sweet lady said to the two of you, handing Charles the room key. “A beautiful couple, you are.”

“WHAT?” The two of you cried in unison, laughing awkwardly at her words. You wondered what could’ve possibly made her assume the two of you were a couple. On a romantic weekend, at that. Charles shook his head and placed a hand over his heart. “Thank you but we are just friends,” He chuckled, eyebrows furrowed together in embarrassment. He refused to meet your eye, instead fidgeting uncomfortably.

Friend. There was that word again, bouncing back and forth in your mind like an annoying ear worm.

The lady’s mouth opened in a small ‘o’ shape, clearly confused. Flustered, she apologized and the three of you laughed it off. Charles made sure to deeply thank her, tipping her a decent amount for showing the way to the room. Once again, you were amazed by his kindness.

Charles slid the key card into the door, and opened the hotel room. “Oh, shit,” He muttered, pausing at the door. You ran directly into his back.

“Charles, what the hell-“ You grumbled, about to give him a piece of your mind.

“I guess I know why she assumed we were a couple now,” He said, carefully stepping out of the way to let you into the room.

Your eyes widened at the sight.

There was only one bed.

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mugeesworld · 11 months

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I saw that you're in need of requests 👀 May I request something for our sweet future pirate King luffy? Just pure sweet fluff!

Luffy is whining like always for food to be ready and their wonderful sweet and kind-hearted s/o feels so bad and deciaded to make some dessert for him and him only? Like he's so touched and when he tries it you can see the biggest shine over the whole sunny how good it is?! I bet he would fight anyone who dares to Touch or even try it

Making a Sweet Treat for Luffy!

Am I responding to this like a year later? Yes. Yes I am. Cause a promise is a promise and I'ma do every single one in my inbox RAHHHHHHHH. IK IT DOESN'T SAY CHUBBY READER BUT I'M A CHUBBY READER BLOG SO EVERYTHING HAS A PLUS SIZE READER I MIND!!!!!? I didnt mean to type that in caps oops! I'm gonna guess you want it gender neutral! Ty for the request ♥︎ it's low-key ended up crappy 🥲

Luffys waits not so patiently as sanji cooks lunch #3. Clenching his teeth and licking his lips. So desperately hungry. Y/n watches from their chair as he glares at the pan his soon to be lunch is in. They can't help but giggle seeing him so riled up.

Sanji finally serves Luffy his lunch but with in seconds the large meal is gone. "More please!" he says rubbing his belly. Sanji sighs and picks up the plates. "You're appetite is getting harder and harder to keep up with Luffy!" he chuckles.

Y/n stands up from their chair to help pick up the remaining plates. They watch as sanji clenches his teeth and rubs his head. "Are you alright Sanji? You look a little pale!" they say giving him a concerned look.

He sighs and puts the plates on the counter. "I'm not sure....My heads pounding!" he groans, closing his eyes and rubbing his forehead once again. "Why don't you go see chopper? Luffy can wait for lunch #4!" y/n says putting the rest of the plates down.

They start to push him towards the kitchen door. "Alright alright. I'll be back in 30 at the most!" he grumbles walking out of the kitchen.

Within a few seconds Luffy starts to groan. "I'm hungryyyyyyy. How much longer till 30 minutes is overrrrr??"

Y/n shakes their head and chuckles. "Well seeing as he just walked out the door id say it's gonna be a while!" They make their way towards the kitchen. Thinking about washing the dishes to help sanji. "Meatttt. I need meat!..." Luffy groans slamming his face on the table.

Y/n sighs. "Give me a moment and I'll see what I can fix up for you alright?" she smiles, putting the plates in the sink. Luffy perks up immediately. "Really! Alright!"

Y/n thinks about what to make. It needs to be something quick and easy yet filling... They ponder for a moment before coming to a idea. Beignets!

They quickly get out the ingredients to make their dough before getting out a large pot and filling it with oil. While the oil heats up they start to make their dough.

After frying the dough they fill the inside with chocolate sauce and sprinkle powdered sugar over the top. They look proudly at their beautiful dish.

"Ok Luffy close your eyes!" they say excitedly. Luffy obeys and shuts his eyes. Holding his fork and knife in his hand with a huge smile on his face. Y/n places the plate in front of him. "Ok open!"

Luffy opens his eyes and looks down. His mouth drops open, eyes going wide. "You made this y/n!?" he says smiling. They nod and watch as he picks up one taking a big bite.

Luffy feels like his body is melting. He has never ate something so delishes in his life. As he eats his food he keeps trying to talk with his mouth full. Y/n laughs as they watch him get powdered sugar all over his face.

The door suddenly opens to reveal sanji. "Sanji! How's your head?" y/n asks relieved to see he's ok. "Chopper gave me some medicine and said it was allergies! I'm feeling way better- wait. Did you make beignets? I never knew you cooked!" he says surprised.

"Yeah I did! Luffy was hungry so I decided to make something while you were gone! I'll clean up the kitchen though don't worry!" they say putting another plate of food down for Luffy.

"No that's alright! They smell wonderful! You'll have to teach me the recipe sometime!" he exclaims reaching for one off luffys plate.

Luffy quickly moves the plate. "Y/n made them for me so they are mine!" he mumbles. His mouth still full of food. Sanji grumbles "With the amount I cook for you, you could at least let me have one you jerk!"

Sanji continues to try and grab the plate but no matter where he went Luffy stretches his arms away until he eats the last one. Y/n laughs. "I'll make some more later so you and the crew can try some! But right now we need to sweep the floor cause y'all got powdered sugar every where slinging the plate around!" they laugh looking at the two men now covered in sugar.

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Sam's Questions

Been a while since I posted last - sorry guys. But here's a quick little fluff I wrote the other day! (: love u guys and I hope you're all doing well!

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POV: Sam is making a video montage asking the Avengers random questions and he gets annoyed when all of Bucky's answers involve you.

A/N: This is shortly after Bucky and you got married so he's got big heart eyes during this time haha <3

I got the idea hearing Seb laugh warmly during an interview. It made me think: what if he was laughing because the interviewer got annoyed because he kept bringing you up?

Recommended song: Curtis Harding - On and On

Word Count: 310

Warnings: none ! just lots of fluff

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“Hey, metal man!” Sam calls out, running down the hall with a camera.

Bucky turns around. Ordinarily something like this would make him snap at Sam, both verbally and physically, but Bucky was still riding on a bliss cloud after marrying you a few weeks ago. You've guided him to a new peace and practically nothing could put him in a bad mood during this time.

"I’m asking all the Avengers random questions for the video at the end-of-the-year party! Are you up for it?”

Bucky shrugs, smiling. “Sure, go ahead."

Sam grins, aiming his camera. “So... James Buchanan Barnes. What’s your favorite thing to do to wind down at night?”

He thinks about it as Sam waits patiently.

Bucky's shoulders relax. “Well, y/n’s got me watching these old Disney classics. I didn’t like it at first, but now it’s all I wanna watch. As long as I’m watching it with her... it’s my favorite thing to do at night.”

“Okay,” Sam says, slightly annoyed. Of course, Bucky would bring you up. He's always bringing up his wife.

He tries to think of a question Bucky could answer that couldn't possibly involve you. “How about your favorite dessert?”

“I’m not sure what they are called but y/n makes these cookies... Double chocolate chip maybe? I'd say those are my favorite food currently...”

Sam huffs. “...Your favorite thing to do in the morning?”

“Kiss y/n.”

“...Your favorite smell?”

“Y/n.”

Sam lowers the camera; his face could not be more annoyed. “Bucky, are any of your answers not gonna include y/n?”

Bucky laughs. “Oh, okay sorry. The next one won't...”

Sam lifts the camera. “So... what's your favorite work of art?”

As soon as he asks it, he knows what’s coming.

Bucky shrugs, laughing. “That one’s y/n too.”

Sam nearly drops his camera, letting out an exasperated groan. "Of course it is!"

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ququb444hm · 10 months

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𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭, 𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝

part 21 / grandmama chocolate cake ☆

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warning(s): profanity, possible typos

the faint sound of a bell signaling customers have either entered or exited the snug little bakery, flour men, was ignored amongst bustling college students and passengerbys except for a group of three; tooru, rintarou, and morisuke who waited expectedly for their friends yn and koushi.

yn looked around, trying to spot the trio who were seated in the far back of the room. rintarou waved his hand, catching the attention of his friend. “ah! they’re over there, koush.” the two made their way past other customers and into the booth with the rest of their group.

“sorry, someone was borrowing my charger and I forgot to grab it back after class,” koushi sheepishly explained, “did you guys order anything yet?”

“three slices of the grandmama chocolate cake. no drinks yet though, we were waiting for you guys.” rin answered. and as if on cue, a waiter came by with their order.

yn marveled at the dessert laid in front of her, “it looks so good! thank you!!” she picked up one of the forks that the waiter gave before digging in. the rest of the group ordered the rest of their pastries and drinks. when all their dishes arrived, mori instantly inquired what everyone was questioning since the previous night…or well early morning i guess.

“so?”

yn rose a brow, feigning innocence. “so what?”

“don’t act like nothing happened!” mori whined, dragging his hands down his face to show his impatience. “did you not see what I sent to the group chat last night?”

“hmmm…” yn averted her eyes away from mori’s, a sly smirk creeping up her neck and plastering itself across her face. “I don’t know…are you talking about the picture of kozu n’ I or..”

“well obviously,” tooru scoffed, wanting to know all of the details asap. “stop stalling! tell us or I’ll eat the rest of–” before the brown haired senior could finish the rest of his threat, yn beat him to it and shoved the remaining spoonfuls of cake into her mouth. “...nevermind. but you get what I was gonna say!”

“I’m gonna be completely honest,” yn started, wiping off the frosting that coated the sides of her lips with a napkin, “I kind of have no idea what happened.”

“oh you’ve got to be kidding me–”

“well!” yn protested, motioning for rin to hear her out, “I remember that we kissed twice and that…kozu was the one that initiated it–”

the group unanimously gasped at the news. “kozume initiated the kiss?!”

“okay now,” yn warned, a bit displeased to hear the reaction of her friends, “no need to be that surprised.”

“walk us through it,” koushi preservered, not content with only crumbs of what happened. “take your time.”

yn propped her elbows on the table, cheeks resting in her hands as she tried to recall the events of last night.

✧˖*°࿐ flashback ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

continuing their call to assure yn’s safety as she walked through the almost-empty streets leading to yūgen university’s boys dormitory, kozume’s quick paced footsteps were quietly heard on the other side of the line. kozume, knowing this idea was spontaneously stupid yet a bit…enticing, wanted to meet up with yn as soon as he could to reassure the both of them that nothing bad would happen– though he was more worried than she was.

seeing the familiar blond hair belonging to the one and only main lead, yn’s face lit up, “kozu, I see you!” she ended the call, skipping over to the boy who stopped in his tracks with a sigh.

watching yn’s giddy little walk as she made her way to kozume was– “cute.”

“hm?”

“nothing.”

yn smiled softly, both of her hands clutching onto the sleeves of kozume’s jacket. “hello handsome~” her doe eyes peeking through long, wispy eyelashes drew kozume into a daze and if it weren’t for a few cars passing by to help him regain his awareness, he swore he would, once again, stay glued to his position, forever in this moment.

“behave,” he muttered, removing yn’s hands from his jacket. “what made you even want to come over, we could’ve just stayed on call y’know?”

“yeah, but it’s jus’ not the same.” yn insisted. the two began walking over to the dormanity, small conversations in between leisurely steps.

“yeah? how so?”

“well for one,” yn glanced to the side, catching kozume’s cat-like gaze, “I wouldn't get to see your pretty face, and you know how much I love looking at it.”

“flattery won’t get you anywhere, ms. green peas.” smirking at yn’s reddening face at the nickname, kozume quipped back a response. “you’re right though, I definitely wouldn’t get to see just how red you get when I call you ms. green peas if we stayed on call.”

“okayy now…not too much of that,” yn grumbled. “before I end up throwing up on you right now.”

“and avoid me for a week again? no thanks.”

“cause you’ll miss me?” yn teased.

“I always do.” kozume mumbled, almost inaudible for the girl right next to him. but yn heard. loud and clear. noticing a few seconds go by without a response from the usually talkative art major, kozume clears his throat. “sorry…didn’t mean to make it awkward.”

it was usually yn coming up with the flirty comments and remarks and kozume going quiet as his cheeks flush red hot, but when roles were switched, yn couldn’t help but internally groan, desperate to know what kozume’s stance was when it came to their relationship.

what were they to him? when he thinks of her, what comes to mind? what feelings are bubbling in his stomach?

there are times where he would flirt back, just as he did moments ago, and there are times where he seems to harbor mutual feelings. there are times, if not all the time, kozume would feel like a lovesick fool, wanting nothing more than to just tell yn how he truly felt.

but, there are times where he would do things that seem to halter the progress of their relationship and make yn bewildered at his change of demenor.

fortunately though, tonight was not one of those nights.

“no, sorry.” yn let out a breathy laugh, stopping in her tracks to face the curious blond. “I think I’m just not used to you being the one to initiate things.”

“oh really?” kozume teased, turning his body to completely face yn.

a lot of people would say that they feel like a different person when night falls, especially when the clock travels past midnight. they feel more open to share their feelings, connect deeper with people they’re with, even going as far as doing things they wouldn’t normally do when the sun makes an appearance.

yn watched as kozume, the boy she’s known since the second grade, the boy who’s been one of her closest friends since they’ve first met, the boy who’s best friend’s with her brother, as well as her ex (sadly), someone who she has had a small crush on in high school and currently an even bigger one right now, take small steps to close the gap between them. “what?” she let out a breathy laugh once again, her face warming at the touch of kozume’s hands intertwining with hers.

“you’re hands are cold,” he noted, bringing yn’s hands up to his mouth and blowing hot air in an attempt to warm them up. yn’s eyes followed the movement of their hands, feeling kozume’s perpetual gentle gaze on her but choosing to ignore it because for some reason, no matter how much she’d wish and dream for this to happen, it felt unreal. “yn,” kozume breathed out, waiting for her to meet his eyes and when they did, he slowly inched closer, their lips now milimeteres apart. kozume’s honey golden eyes dripped down to her lips making yn’s breath stuck in her throat. her heart pounded viciously at the current situation, wanting out of her ribcage. yn’s eyelids fluttered closed, awaiting the soft impact of kozume’s lips on hers. and when it happened, it felt as sweet and fairy-tale-like as she’d always imagined it to be.

although it’s a bad habit to compare, for some reason this kiss felt different than any previous ones she’d experienced before. kozume’s lips felt like years of unspoken words being poured out into a single moment. when they parted, yn’s lips formed a slight pout, wanting more than just a few seconds of kozume’s affection.

as if he could read her mind, kozume giggled, his own heart shooting fireworks inside of him before leaning in once again.

✧˖*°࿐ end flashback ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

“and then?” tooru asked, eager to be told more.

“uhm well,” yn furrowed her brows, trying to think of what happened after the kiss. “then we walked back to his dorm and I fell asleep.”

“you’re telling me–”

“you’re telling us that you guys just fucking kissed and that was it!?” koushi exclaimed, cutting off his boyfriend’s sentence.

“koushi!” yn scolded, cheeks flushed at how loud her friend was being.

“sorry, sorry,” he apologized, calming down. “but it’s just..that!? like that was it? you guys met up, kissed, then didn’t even talk about it when you arrived at his dorm?”

“uhm. yes…”

now it was koushi’s turn to scold his friend, “you can’t just be okay with that! you have to clarify what you two even are!” tooru backed him up, mentioning how it’s disrespectful to her since kozume knows of yn’s feelings yet won’t communicate his.

mori seemed to just be taking in everything yn said, nodding his head in agreement with the couple. rin on the other hand, was interested in what happened in the morning.

“hm? what do you mean?” yn asked, not really sure what rin was thinking since nothing really— “oh! nothing much. I wouldn’t wake up n’ koz kept trying to wake me up, and then when I was leaving I accidentally gave keiji–”

“keiji?”

yn nodded at rin, conitnuing on telling the group about her morning, “yeah, I accidentally gave him a bloody nose cause I hit him with the door n’ then koz gave him some ice and then I had to get out cause tetsu was waiting to pick me up.”

“so when you left, keiji and kozume were still together?” rin questioned. yn nodded in clarification, curious as to what rin was leading up to, but he just dismissed her curiosity.

“this whole thing is so….interesing,” mori hummed, “I am definitely, one hundred precent on team kozu and yn though.”

“well obviously, what other teams are there to choose from.” yn laughed.

“why don’t we look at the ‘yn’s love life’ board hm?” tooru chirped, projecting the updated board on his phone and putting it in the middle of the table for everyone to peek at. “it is currently up to date with the kozume and yn slow burn. keiji just made an appearance and for some reason…my gut is telling me it’s going to be…quite interesting. kei on the other hand seems fine, I don’t really have anything to add to his notes, and eita or whoever, whatever his name is, is just there so.”

“aw wait, speaking of kei,” mori checked the time on his phone, groaning as he remembered volleyball practice. “yn and I have practice in a few minutes so we gotta bounce.”

“oh shit I almost forgot,” yn quickly grabbed her bag, scooching out of the booth. “see y’guys later!” and off the two went, leaving rin, tooru, and koushi in the booth with clear intentions to discuss theories of what will happen throughout the upcoming days with the new information they have just received.

part 20 touché <- | masterlist | -> part 22 side-hustling

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virgosvoid · 11 months

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Fireworks

summary: it’s the 4th of July, and the Spiders are having a party at HQ, though Miguel would rather be cooped up with his Spiderman duties. You try to convince him to join...

pairing: Miguel x YN!reader

notes: Was 4th of July yesterday? Yes. Am I deciding to post the fic the day after? Yes. Do I care? Not really.

Also this fic contains only fluff

Anyways, hope you enjoy!

It was the Fourth of July. The entire day was filled with celebration. HQ was splattered in shades of red, white and blue. The Society had planned this celebration for quite some now. You offered to help. You sent out proper invitations and were in charge of the catering. You weren’t the only one with a job for the party. Jessica and Gwen were in charge of the decorations. Peter B was given the task of getting an inflatable pool. No one planned on bringing one to the party but Peter begged to bring one, so the task was given to him. He offered to help out with other things, but with his track record of forgetfulness and laziness, it was better for him to stick with one task.

Jessica asked Hobie to pitch in, though he wanted nothing to do with the party. “You are all just falling victims to capitalism,” is what he had responded with. Though his mind changed quite quickly when Miles announced that he would be in charge of the music. “Look bruv, I respect ya and everything, but ain’t no way in bloody hell am I gon’ let ya be in charge of the music.”

Miles had responded with a frown. “Are you saying I have bad taste?”

Hobie responded, “You got decent music taste, but you listen to the same bloody songs. With all do respect bruv, but if I have to hear Sunflower one more time, I think I’ma go mad.” You had laughed at Hobie’s comment. Poor Miles really did listen to the same music all the time. Is Sunflower the only thing he listens to? But after a minute of quick banter, the boys decided to work together and both be in charge of the music.

The party was in less than an hour, and everything was perfect. Jessica and Gwen went above and beyond with the decorations and you definitely gave it your all when it came to the catering. Ten tables filled with many foods. Most were finger foods such as platters of cheese, salami, pigs in a blanket, wings, chips and about six different dippings. One would think that ten tables is excessive for catering, but you were dealing with dozens of spider-people. You also had arranged five separate beverage dispensers all filled with different beverages. Alcoholic and nonalcoholic.

Though, you made sure to keep the alcoholic beverages far from the kids and told one of the other Peter Parkers to be in charge of guarding the alcoholic drinks, just in case Gwen, Hobie or Miles try to snag some alcohol at the party when you weren’t looking.

Though your favorite thing was the dessert. The cookies and donut holes. And the chocolate fountain. When the catering guys came into HQ to set it up, Miles' eyes practically lit up. It was no ordinary fountain, it was a large fountain. Large as in the size of a real fountain. You truly gave it your all. And you were satisfied with everything. Though you felt satisfaction, a wave of disappointment overtook you. Your head turned to look at the tower that led to your Miguel O’ Hara’s office.

A day after the planning started, you had been rambling to him about the party and how ecstatic you were about being a part of the planning. He smiled at the way you moved your hands while explaining all your ideas and objectives. He enjoyed seeing you get all passionate. “I’m very excited for you,” he said very calmly and sweetly. “I think it will turn out great.” You gave him a cheeky smile. “You think?”

He nodded. “Yeah. You and all the Spiders will have a great time for sure, I know it.” Those choice of words had caused you to tilt your head in confusion. “What do you mean by that? Are you not going to go?” Miguel leaned his head back as he sighed, “Baby you know I don’t like parties or any sort of celebration.”

You crossed your arms. “I know but this is technically a work event and since you are a work-obsessed freak, I was confident you would go.”

Miguel squinted his eyes while also crossing his arms in return. “First of all, I’m not a work-obsessed freak. You make it seem like all I do with my life is work.”

You purse your lips and tilted your head as you gave him a are-you-sure-about-that look. Immediately understanding what you were trying to say, his face sank into a frown. “Fuck off,” Miguel said while rolling his eyes. You pout your lips as you look at him again. “Stop that,” he said in an annoyed tone. You continued with the face, “Why?”

He rolled his eyes again. “Those puppy dog eyes are not gonna work on me. I said no. Someone has to be Spiderman babe. Even on the holidays or other special occasions”. You rolled your eyes. You walked over to Miguel, who was sitting on the side of the bed that you both slept on. You held his gorgeous face in your hands. “Can you not be Spiderman for one day and just be Miguel. Is that too much to ask?” you asked him softly.

Though Miguel told you no, you kept subtly bringing the topic as the days went on, hoping that he would have a change of heart. Unfortunately, for every time you brought it up, he gave the same repetitive answer. No.

An hour had passed and some of the Spiders had started to enter. The party was being held at the main hall and it was quickly getting packed, which was expected though you weren’t expecting it to be packed so quickly. It made you glad that a lot of the Spiders took the time toeven be here for the party. Everyone wore bathing suits including yourself. You wore a red bikini top with some denim shorts. Though it felt a bit awkward that everyone came in swim attire when...

“Where’s Peter B!” Jessica rushed to you in anger. You press your lips down firmly as you let her rant. “The party started an hour ago! Everyone is here in swimsuits and trunks and we don’t even have the inflatable pool!” You shrugged. “He didn’t answer any of the texts from the group chat.” Jessica let out a frustrated groan. “He was supposed to show up hours ago,” Jessica pointed at her watch. “I swear I am giving this idiot ten more minutes and if he doesn’t show up, I will web my way to find him and it won’t be pretty for him.”

Almost as if Jessica had blurted out some sort of spell, Peter B came swinging into the main hall and landed in front of you and Jessica. He had some blue swimming trunks while having a duck floatie wrapped around his waist. He was holding on to a box that appeared to be the inflatable pool. “Who’s ready for some fun!” he said with a cheerful smile. Jessica turned to him, her eyes squinting in irritation.

“You are late!” she shouted abruptly. “Am I late or are y’all just early?” he said to Jessica while giving a quirky finger gun and giving a cheerful wink. Jessica certainly was not enjoying this. “It’s 7:46, the party started at 6:30. Says it on the invitation.” Peter B shrugged, “It said it started at 6:30, didn’t say anything about being there exactly at 6:30.”

Now Jessica was fuming. “Everyone that was in charge of bringing something had to be here two hours earlier. It was said in the fucking group chat!”

Peter B raised a brow. “Group chat? I don’t remember receiving anything from a group chat. Hold on let me-” his hand reached every pocket and crevice of his shorts and did not feel his phone anywhere. His eyes widened. “Seems that I lost my phone,” he chuckled weakly.

You looked over at Jessica who was rubbing her temples while whispering things you couldn’t quite make out. “This is why we never ask you for any help,” she shot a web at the box with the inflatable pool inside, dragging it to her. She tightened her grip on the box. “I will set this up,” she said in a monotone voice as she walked off. Peter B shrugged it up and shouted, “Let’s have some fun!”

The streets of Nueva York were surrounded by loads of people celebrating the Fourth of July. Music was blasting in every corner. Cheerful shouts are all of what could be heard. Today appeared to be a day of peace and unity. That is what people would want you to think. This is a villain’s dream. A day where everyone’s guards are down and completely vulnerable. The perfect time to strike. Which was why Miguel couldn’t allow himself to relax. All of the other Spiders could take the day off if they wanted, but not him. That was something that was not available for his comfort. Or more like something he wouldn’t allow to be available for himself. He swung through every alley and every corner. Waiting for something to happen. He landed into an alleyway. His body slowly lurked in the shadows as he observed the sight before him.

Kids were running. Their faces filled with laughter and joy. Miguel could smell the barbecue scent from across the street. The music was so loud and booming. People were dancing and singing loudly to the lyrics. It was a wondrous sight, even to Miguel. This is probably what’s going in HQ right now, he thought to himself. He could imagine all the fun you must be having. The music, the food, all the Spiders all together. Can you not be Spiderman for one day? Your words stuck to him like glue. Constantly replaying in his mind.

Miguel turned around from the joyous sight and was preparing to continue his lookout. Until he heard someone. “Is that Spiderman?!”

Miguel turned around to see a few people running up to him. He walked out of the shadows and now was visible for everyone to see. A guy in an open shirt ran up to him. “Yo Spiderman! Can I take a picture?” Miguel didn’t argue and let the guy take a selfie with him. He shouted happily. He was certainly drunk. Some kids ran up to him. “Spiderman!” a little girl shouted. A boy shouted, “Do a trick Spiderman!” A young dad suddenly came in too. “Can you pose with my kids?” Miguel nodded and grabbed the girl and boy and put them on each shoulder.

The dad put his phone down. “Thank you so much Spiderman!”

Miguel gave the guy a nod as he gently put both kids back on the ground. “No problem.” A mom was walking with her phone and kid, most likely wanting Miguel to take a photo with her kid. He was going to take another photo until he heard a large noise. Suddenly, his spider senses tingled. All the people talking to him faded out as he tried to see where the noise could be coming from. He started to walk away, though people still kept trying to speak to him. “Sorry guys, but I must go,” he said as he shot his webs and flung himself far from everyone.

He swung from rooftop to rooftops with urgency. The closer he was, the louder the noises seemed. He landed on a rooftop and hid himself to avoid anyone from seeing him. He was hearing voices. He couldn’t quite make out what was being said until he heard someone shout, “Fireworks!” Suddenly the noise he heard before was clear to him. It wasn’t some villain preparing to strike but some people putting fireworks for today. He rubbed his temple, “Dios mio.” He felt really stupid. He peered his head slowly to get a good view. He saw a small group on the rooftop next to him. They all were cheering as the fireworks were in the air. They all seemed...happy. Just a group of people spending the day together and enjoying each other’s company. Your words lingered in his brain again. Just be Miguel. Is that too much to ask?

The party started at 6:30 and in a blink of an eye it was 9:00. The party had been going on for almost three hours and still felt as if the party just started. Peter B was dancing horribly. Jessica was talking with the other Spiders while also cringing at his moves.

You were near the pool with Hobie, Gwen and Miles accompanying you. You were recanting a story to them. You took a sip of your third drink. You were certainly a bit tispy, but so was almost everyone else here. Youcontinued to tell your story until your focus shifted as the DJ started playing Sunflower. Miles gave a shout. “Finally! My song!”

He ran over to the crowd where the DJ was while shouting the lyrics. “Look at him go,” Hobie pointed at him. You let out a laugh. Miles had been waiting the entire party for the song to come up. “We need to give him a new song to obsess about. It’s getting concerning,” you laughed. Gwen dipped a chip into the chicken dip she put on her plate. “I swear, I send him playlists all the time. Yet, he always sticks to the same song.”

You took a bite of a wing. “From now on, we need to establish a legit rule. No more Sunflower in HQ.” Gwen and Hobie both laughed. “I’m being serious,” you giggled.

“I’m pretty sure you can convince Miguel,” Gwen said, trying to prevent herself from letting out another laugh. “Oh sweetheart, I don’t think it would need much convincing. Miguel would make a thing without hesitation.” Everytime Miguel heard Miles even hum the tune, she could see his annoyance grow.

Gwen groaned as she took a bite of a chocolate fudge cookie. “Y/n I swear. This food is so good,” she said with her mouth full to the point where you couldn’t quite hear what she was saying entirely.. You appreciated the praise though cringed at her mouth full of food.

Hobie shook his head. “You Americans truly lack manners,” he joked. Gwen gulped her food and was about to retaliate until she saw something that caused her face to freeze in shock. Hobie whispered, “Oh shit.” All of a sudden, the music stopped. You turned your head and also stood in shock as you saw Miguel walk into the party. He wasn’t in his Spiderman suit, but had a red open shirt with a white tank top. He had some sandals and brown shorts. His eyes scanned the room as he noticed the sudden tension that appeared.

“Why is everybody so tense? Put the music back on and continue the party,” he said in a bit of a commanding tone. Just as he commanded, the Dj resumed his music and so did the party.

You walked over to him with a mix of happiness and surprise on your face. “You came.”

“I did,” he said to you softly. “I knew you would come,” you teased with a laugh. He raised his brow. “Are you tispy?” he asked. You squint your nose in response. ��Just a little.”

He smirked at you, “Are you sure?” You giggled, “Yes.”

Miguel walked closer to you slowly, but the mood was completely ruined when Peter B came to Miguel sprinting and pushed him into the pool. You couldn’t hold it in. You bursted out in laughter to the point where you could feel your knees losing balance. Gwen and Hobie were also laughing. Miguel was soaked and did not seem too happy. He noticed your laughter.

“You think that’s funny,” he asked in a serious tone.

You laughed and nodded. “Yes I do.”

He swam closer to you and grabbed on to you to throw in the pool with him. You let out a laugh as you collided into the water. Then you could hear Peter B shout as he jumped into the pool. Then Hobie and Gwen joined in. Suddenly everyone was laughing and other Spiders joined in the water. You smiled as you took in all of this. Then you heard a subtle laugh. A laugh you haven’t heard in a while.

You quickly turned your head to Miguel. “Miguel O’ Hara, did you just laugh?” you teased. Miguel moved his face closer to you. “Did I? I don’t think I did,” he teased back with a smirk.

“Guys! The Fireworks!” you heard Miles shout. You averted your attention to the sky as fireworks shot up into the guy. It was a beautiful sight.

You could feel Miguel’s stare, so you slowly turned to him. For a moment everything went silent as you both just took each other in. “I’m glad you came,” you said with a loving smile. He took a moment to respond. He just couldn’t help himself but admire you. You could feel your face get a bit flushed. He finally responded, “So am I.” He smiled at you. Miguel O’ Hara smiling in front of everyone. Now that was a sight. You both moved closer to. Your lips brushed against each other into a sweet kiss.

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