#Asher x Reader

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I'd love some Projects Blue head cannons, this game doesn't get enough attention. What kind of icecream do you think Asher likes?

✰ ice cream ��

pairingミ☆ asher x reader word count ミ☆ tagsミ☆ ice cream date, asher's autistic (real!), fluffy

notes ミ☆ So I know it's just a hc about what kind of ice cream he likes, but like, I never get to write about Asher so you get more >:)

summary ミ☆ you and asher go on a little ice cream date <3

To actually answer your question: rocky road

I could not tell you why, I just think he does

BUT, in addition to that: here, have a little ice cream date hcs

he'd order for you if you asked him to

I wholeheartedly believe that if you're the type of person who can't talk in public or to strangers very well, he'd do it for you

he wouldn't even think about it if we're being honest

you'd ask him and he'd be like "oh sure, what do you want?"

no weird looks or hesitance

anyways

he doesn't like normal eye contact but he loves looking at you, so if you guys are eating your ice cream at a table together he'll end up looking pretty much anywhere that isn't your eyes

your forehead, your lips, your nose, even trailing down to your hands

kinda berates themself for it because they don't know if that's weird or not to do

if you're walking around somewhere, like a park, it's easier for them to avoid the eye contact

there's things to look around at as you two eat and talk

they can look at your face and eyes just fine if you're also taking in the scenery

he can't help but make little comments if something reminds him of a movie or animation he saw

he feels safe enough around you by now that that urge is hard to repress

(not that he genuinely wants to, he sees the way you smile when he talks about films and while he doesn't quite get why you care about his hobb- passion that much, he likes making you smile)

you get a bit of ice cream on your face and it's OVER

he'll tell you after a bit and, after your failed attempts to get it off, he'd lean over and kiss it off your face himself

and then pretend he's confused when you blush over it

"What's wrong? I was just trying to help, number 2 :>"

yes that emoticon is VERY needed to understand that man's tone

and yes, that nickname is entirely necessary

don't worry though, you get him back for it

just compliment him enough and run your fingers through his hair when you two finish eating and watch him get so red in the face

he'll blame the blush on the fact that his face is always red

to his credit, it is

to your credit, it's not always that red

I really don't think he'd offer his ice cream to you

but if you ask he'd probably find another spoon and offer you a small bite

they won't let you just kinda toss your trash anywhere and will actively go searching for a trash can to put it in

that's just their vibe to me

after you're both officially done eating your ice cream, they have no problem just holding your hand, walking and talking together

he's the type to rub circles into the back of your hand I just know he is

and also

if it's cold and you suggest it, holding hands in the pocket of his jacket <3

[lxdymoon0357]

Good day! I hope you're doing well

I got inspo from the latest chapters of The Villainess Reverse The Hourglass — How about the charas from TVRTH reacts if their kid with the reader from the future suddenly appears?

If you don't mind, i would want them to not have a relationship with reader at that point. Maybe just a slight crush or intrest but mo established relationships.

I hope this isn't too much, thank you in advance!

(A/N: Here Mielle accepted Aria into the Roscente family is in good terms with her, even after Aria finds her real father|| Couldn't do Lohan...)

The villainess reverses the hourglass X Reader:

I'll be with you in the future!!

The light glow of sun was hidden by the large, silk curtains as you and your best friend was sitting on their bed as you both did one of your favorite past-times, as you both continued to comment and talk about the recent trends in the society, there was a little knock on the door, as you got up and opened the door, there stood your dear friend’s most trusted servant, but they seemed to be accompanied by someone else behind them, it was a beautiful person with luscious hair and gleaming eyes, and somehow they looked similar to a certain person you know, but you just couldn’t place an idea upon how it could be….As you both invited them in, your friend’s servant informed you both about them being hurt in the palace grounds, and upon mention of your names it asked to stay with you. Now as you, your dear friend, and this person were sitting in their bedroom, in dead silence before……

Aria Roscente

“Uhm…Weird question, would you mind telling us who you are?” You heard Aria question the young girl, named Rosalie, who looked as she was only 13, the young girl immediately looked down before mumbling something you were able to somehow make out, “You both wouldn’t believe me….”, “Why wouldn’t we believe you, dear?” You asked the little girl who had long luscious blonde hair and big, calm (e/c) eyes…”Because well, I’m your future daughter…” You heard her reply, this is not what you were expecting, as you looked over at Aria, she didn’t seem shocked like you, instead she seemed upset about something, yet she replied with “Hmm, I was actually expecting this; she does look a lot like you and she is quite pretty like you, Y/N…” Aria said, sadness evident in her voice…

As you conversed with the girl, Aria heart kept sinking to the bottom, she realized that you will never choose her, even if she turns back the time again and again, as she looked over to the box where she kept her hourglass, she hoped to turn back the time where the girl never told you both she was your daughter, but Aria would still remember the painful detail of you having a destined lover who is not her.

Upon noticing the look on her face you also felt your heart breaking, you loved her dearly and you were also upset learning about your daughter, but what could you do? As you turned back to your daughter you inspected her closely trying to see if your lover was somebody you knew, you noticed her hair was long and wavy and she had sharper features .as you leaned closer to your daughter and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear while she talked, you saw a barely noticeable mole on her ear lobe, as you quickly whipped your head towards Aria, shocking both Rosalie and Aria at your action as you immediately stood up, holding your daughter’s hand before you sat her down near Aria and compared their features, leaning dangerously close to Aria’s face, making her flustered and flush into an adorable shade of pink.

Before, she could process anything, you put your palm and hid Rosalie’s eyes before kissing Aria right on her lips, catching both of them off-guard, as you pushed Rosalie’s face away and pointed towards the door indicating you wanted her out, she immediately got the hint covering you both from her view and running out the door, while you put both your arms on Aria’s waist and pulled her on your lap, while Aria was still frozen, not knowing how to act, as she slowly calmed down and kissed you back. You both continued to kiss, only pulling apart for millisecond intervals to let yourselves breathe before kissing again. Finally pulling apart for real, there was a string of drool connecting your mouths, as you gripped her chin to tilt her chin up to look at her face, all flushed pink with drool on her lips along with a love-sick look in her eyes. Aria felt immense embarrassment and again turned her eyes down before trying to shift off your lap, but your grip on her waist tightened and again brought her back to her previous position, as you called Rosalie in. 

While you conversed with Rosalie, along with Aria in your lap who was hiding her face by burying it in your neck, you confirmed with Rosalie that Aria was truly her mother and your wife in the future. As you three talked throughout the day getting to know each-other, you learnt that Rosalie was born a weak child and so you and Aria were quite protective of her, you both were very worried about her travelling back to the past, but later on agreed to let her do so, but she had to return by evening, so upon the time for Rosalie to leave, you were pretty sure Aria was crying a few tears as you reminded her that you will surely be seeing her again in the future….~

Mielle Roscente

“uhm…I know this is hard to believe and I ask of you to not freak out but I’m actually your child…” the young girl said, while closing her eyes and gripping her skirt tightly, while one hand is extended to show you a tiny bracelet given to you by your mother and you had never showed it to anyone. As you comprehended what the child had said and showed, you immediately stood up and sat down near her, and hugged her tightly, leaving Mielle shocked and to her own senses, as she comprehended what the girl said, this girl was your daughter?!

As Mielle looked at the girl’s features, she saw they were very similar to Aria’s, and her eyes were also green just like her’s and Aria’s, did-did you reject her and marry Aria in the future?....

‘No, it can’t be right, Aria knew I liked them and she still did this in the future? But why?.... We both are on good terms with each-other, though we don’t see each-other often, since she found her real father…..Can it be the reason for her betrayal……” Mielle kept thinking how Aria betrayed her, but there was still hope for her to still be friends with you, right? As she looked at you and your daughter, Rialiara, talk with each-other on what the future looks for you and your family, as she Mielle continued to cry on the inside with her dear sister taking her love away.

As you and Rialiara continued to talk about the future, you felt Mielle scoot closer to you and whisper in your ear "Hey..Can we talk..?" In a voice, which was laced with sadness. Of-course, you agreed, though before you asked Rialiara to go out, Mielle stood up and sat near her before stroking her hair and asking her, "Ria, dear..If it's okay, who's your mother?" Mielle asked, definitely upset about the outcome being her sister.

"Oh! Yeah, sorry I didn't tell you both, but I honestly though you both are dating mom!" Rialiara bursted out, all smiling and beaming at you both, making Mielle immediately whip her head towards you and your daughter again and again, until she saw that your daughter's eyes weren't having a yellow tint Aria and her father had, but more of a blue tint, she had. Her hair was more straight than Aria and though they were the same colour as your hair, there was no denying it now that this girl was your and Mielle's daughter!

Mielle's eyes, which were holding back tears, now started flooding up with tears, as you and both of your mini version looked at her with worry seeing her tear up as you both put one of your hands on each one of the shoulders and scooted closer to her, as she looked at you both and smiled before engulfing you both in a tight hug. As you and your child hugged her back, Mielle realized that this is what her future is going to feel like...

Asterope Franz

"Uhm....If I'm not wrong, you're from the future....Right?" Asher suddenly asked the young, pre-teen boy, breaking the silence. The boy seemed shock for a moment before nodding as though he expected this. As you examined the boy more carefully trying to understand who was this person related to, as you get familiar vibes from him..

But you curious, you ask Asher, "How do you know he's from the future?"

"Oh, uhm a friend of mine has this talent for turning time and yeah...I saw him once when we accidentally went to the future.." Asher replied shyly as you nodded your head. "So who are you dear? Star from the beginning, please."

The boy nodded and introduced himself, "Uhm, I'm Elenoir, the prince of this empire, and..." The boy hesitated by looking at your smile, he continued "your son..." The boy blushed a bit before answering. Those words shocked you and Asher as your eyes widened and your mouth gaped a bit as you covered your mouth and tried to hide your surprise....

"WHAT?!" Asher and you both yelled in unison making the boy cover his ears and shy away giggling mischievously. As you both processed this news and as you brain's clogs finally work you both turned to look at each-other. As you moved your head with were met with Asher's face very close to you, your nose nearly touching as you both blushed heavily as you both froze up staring into each-other's eyes...

As you both broke out of your trance the boy was smiling at you both, so you asked him, "Now, my dear.Why are you here??" This sentence changed his mood completely as he looked guilty ..."I can't say these things to my parents, but I hope I can request you..."..He said hesitantly as you both slowly nodded your heads as he took a deep breathe.."I don't want to be the heir of the throne..." The little boy says, making you and Asher confused

"Huh, why??" Asher asked worriedly, panicking on the inside a bit, "Did I put too much pressure on you??" "Were you attacked?" "Do you hate being a royalty???" Asher and you asked questions after questions worried for the child, the child denied your thoughts as he says, "I'm the elder child, but I have a younger sister, who is younger than me by a few months, I'm the heir to the throne and I'm the one training to be the emperor...but I don't want to take up the responsibility to the throne, rather my sister wishes to be the heir, she says she is ready to take up responsibility of throne as the empress and would like to help her subject, so maybe if it's okay can you make her the heir???" Elenoir asked as he rubbed the back of his neck, seemingly worried and concerned for not only your answers but also because he seemed to care for his sister a lot.

"Of-course, that's completely fine!!" You and Asher say smiling yet non nonchalantly making Elenior perk up in surprise and happiness, "REALLY?! YOU BOTH MEAN IT!??!" You and Asher nodded your head, before you asked,

"Hey, but why are so afraid to ask your parents that you came back in time to us, who aren't in a relationship yet??" you ask making Elenior shy away in thoughts a bit before turning red with embarrassment

"Ah, the thing is you both praise how good of an emperor I would be, I kind of forgot how accepting you both are of me...I should go back, they must be getting worried about me gone and tell them about how I feel, thanks for the talk, younger mom and dad!!" Elenior said opening up a portal before hurriedly jumping through, but not before hugging you btoh tightly and kissing you cheeks, it was a cute moment.

Just before the portal closed, Elenior popped out again and gave you a photo, saying, "I think you'd like to see us, I'm Elenior Franz the eldest son, with my younger siblings, Orien, the middle sister with the angry face, Werin, the cute boy with the white strand in his hair and Reliaou, the youngest boy!! I should leave, bye!!!" Elenior say hurriedly explaining his family and his sibling before running and jumping through the portal again, as it closed completely behind him with a bright light.

With Elenior gone, you both looked at the photo of a more mature and elegant versions of you with Elenior near you, a pretty young girl with very long hair whose face made it look like she was angry, but ti was just her resting bitch face.

Then there was a boy who was the same age as her, but had a strand of white hair in his hair as he smiled, then a boy sitting on your lap. It was a cute family, but how should you and Asher look into each other's eyes after this, knowing you both are married and have FOUR kids?!

Oscar Fredrick

You, Oscar and the little boy stayed in the room in silence before the boy spoke up, "Uhm, so I'm your child from the future, please don't panic...." The little boy said freezing up and closing his eyes as the realization dawned upon you both...While you shyly introduced yourself to the child and vice versa, you learnt how you and your spouse were actually doing good, you learnt how good your son is doing as the heir fo the family, he has a elder sister always worrying and bullying him and is endearingly annoying to him, all while Oscar behind you felt his heart break into pieces...

He finally decided after a few minutes of silence with you and your son talking, except of you and your child talking, Quiren, as he was named. He had to confess to you to get rid of these feelings so he could move on and not live on the feeling of you never loving him and instead marrying someone else.

“Uhm...uh, dear Quiren, do you mind going out for a few minutes, I wanna have a important, secret talk with your parent for a few minutes…..” Oscar asked him, and Quiren upon seeing the look in his eyes, nodded and walked out the room and closed the door behind him, leaving you both in the room alone. As soon as the door shut, Oscar couldn’t hide his cries anymore. As soon as the door closed, you heard a tiny whimper, which held a lot of pain, you quickly whipped your head around to see Oscar holding his head low with tears streaming and falling on his lap and hands making tiny wet spot on his pants and hands as he continued bawl his eyes out as you shifted near him, you pulled him into a tight hug as he cried and babbled

"I'm sorry...I'm such a bad friend..." Oscar said wailing before hiccuping from his tears a bit

"I want you to be happy....But.." He took a huge breathe before brushsing his palms across his cheeks "I want you to be happy with me!" He said full on bursting into huge tears as you patted his back, still hugging him tightly as you tried to hide your blush and excitement, you didn't know who your husband was but it's not like it was too late, right??

You slowly pulled away from the tight hug and kissed his eyes and kissed his tears away as you smiled before hugging him and kissing his cheeks and lips,

"I think...You're the nicest person in the history of the universe...I don't care that I'm married to someone else in the future, right now, I want to be with you, you understand?!" You say smiling brightly as Oscar wiped his tears and giggled a bit as he nodded his head as he kissed your lips again, as someone said in a squeky voice,

"Dad, please! YOU CAN DO ALL THAT AFTER I LEAVE, NO??" Quiren said blushing as he covered his eyes with his hands cutely, you and Oscar giggled as you realized you both misunderstood, Quiren wasn't only your child, but he belonged to Oscar as well! You don't understand how you didn't realize those same gold eyes you loves so much on Quiren belonged to Oscar...But nonetheless, looks like you not only have one Oscar Fredrick but two in different fonts in the future!

[sleepythemvp]

<I’m back, WITH ANOTHER ANOTHER ANOTHER VISUAL NOVELS THAT I JUST FOUND ON ITCH.IO!! Well, yes I will be writing stuffs about them as well.>

Project Blue.

Asher x Reader

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After you guys presentation being an absolute successful, you give him a big hug when the both of you got out of the classroom. Asher just chuckles how cute you’re being yourself right in front of him and he just being really pretty and handsome in front of you…gosh you could stare at him all day long, buuttt cannot get late for the date as well - you thought.

— Oui, Let’s head back to my house…I still want to watch a LOT of horror movies with youu.

— Yeah I bet you do number 2, can wait for you to jumped on my lap when you scream out loud lol~

— Whaa- don’t called me by that nickname…you know I will call you by that nickname once again.

— No you won’t…would you?…

— nnnNUMBER O-

— FINE FINE I YIELD.

— Yeah you should be, mwehehehhehehehe.

He stares at you for a good few minutes and left out a soft chuckles, his hand placing on your other cheek as he bend down to kiss your cheek gently while smiling brightly at the sight of your cheek turning into a great red tomato. Feeling slightly clingy, you nuzzled your cheek against his palm and…give it a gentle bite. Asher left out a confused chuckles while looking at you biting his palm, it doesn’t seem like he’s feeling discomfort of this…new love language that he’s experience with?

— Ow- what was that for??

— nomnomnom, just a way of mine to show you that I love you~

You said with a wink which make him blush intensely, then left out a sigh and rolled his eyes.

— You’re so annoying, but you are lucky that you’re cute.

Then he pulled you into a tight hug, letting his fingers running through your hair…the feeling is very warm and comfy, you don’t want to get out if this any sooner. But the both of you have a date to start with so…

— C’mon now Ash, let’s head to my house?

— Yes ma’am, as you wish.

Suddenly, you get on your tip toes and give him a peck on his cheek, that just make his heart feel flutter inside.

— Congratulations again about your film internship!

— Aw…thanks my dear…

With you arms wrapped around his left arm, the both of you begin to exit the building while chatting about the presentation that the both of you just finished happily. On the way to your house, the both of you guys stopped at the convenience store to buy some snacks for the movies datee, energy drinks, Soju, chips, Pocky…stuffs like that! And he just happily begins to telling you about the movie that he’s going to pick when it comes to his turns, you just nodding and smiling at him while listening to his words.

— I-I’m sorry, did I ramble again?…

— No no, keep going Ash, I would love to hear all of that.

Your words make him smile, he nodded and begin to talks about the movie once again that he’s sure will make you jumped or heck…even scream which makes you feel excited and scared at the same time.

<NOT THE END YET! BECAUSE I AM SIMPING OVER THIS MAN.>

[tempvstas]

"You were a wonderful experience."

Trey, DEUCE, Jack, Jade, Floyd, KALIM, Rook, Epel, LILIA, Silver

"You were....everything."

Riddle, CATER, Ace, LEONA, Ruggie, AZUL, Jamil, Vil, IDIA, MALLEUS, Sebek

[sharkenedfangs]

What do I need to do to get a fic of sub crossdressing male pc begging Bailey to be their first time ( first everything really)? I don't even care about wether PC gets railed like we wish, I honestly highkey just want your take on it.

— ☆ “SIMMERING BENEATH.”

— sucks when your annoyingly bratty, yet pretty bastard of an opthan manages to get past your tight-held clutches, doesn’t it? mister bailey. 1.8k wc

— “the fuck do you want, asher?” : wrote this on the way back home, so on the sort of.. subway thingies, it’s not called that where I am, but they do resemble that and felt fucking nauseous, so apologies in advance if it’s shit. was too good to fully pass up on this one, though couldn’t turn it into a full-on lengthy one due to being busy with other current things. still tried to input every aspect you’ve asked for. yeah, may it be up to your standards then, anon.

Fucking fuck.

No, hell— that wouldn’t truthfully encapsulate the sheer idiocy of his muddled actions even then, because god— fucking shit, why would a man of the likes of Bailey — relatively known, if not factually remembered as the cold, logical one in town — stupidly fall for some mere trickery, childish ploy fabricated by your own stubborn whims? Or, to be quite precise, those pathetic taunts of yours that any man possessing the slightest nerve of a goddamn functional brain, wouldn’t have dumbly caved in to.

Talking about the depraved perverts that’d foolishly slip between the evidently, way too small cracks unfitting for their same, way too fucking large bodies — of the barely opened windows the dumb orphans would forgetfully leave behind. Shakily pawing with sweat slicked hands at some brat’s snoozing body before they’d eventually be chased off by the mere sight of his approaching figure inevitably barging in, hastily mutter on about their prestigious status and so on— fuck, never really truly listened to the shoddy bastards. How Bailey was no man to rudely kick ‘em out of the own crappy establishment he was sloppily running with a twinge of cruelty ever present in his cold gaze.

Yeah, he’s no damn better than those perverted fuckers right about now— possibly worse, but shit, no way in fucking hell will he potentially admit to that despite the cooling air annoyingly caressing his bare skin, sticky sweat clinging onto his flushed flesh nor the disheveled mess of his habitually, slicked back hair partially obscuring his hazy vision of this.. well, fuck— say it or not, admittedly, fucking hot sight shamelessly greeting him in return. Loosened, pristine white dress shirt untucked in face of this, to give forth to a discreet glimpse of one of the numerous tattoos snaked along the surface of his toned figure.

Slightest pout of your rosy, puckered lips he’d unconsciously find himself eyeing for far too long when thoroughly denied for the day by your daily, insistent questioning. Pop your cherry, you had confidently said with a noticeably excited shake of your fists. Might as well endlessly yap his ear off with that unrealistic request of yours— a pitiful plea that somehow, without fully realizing as to how and why — is currently happening within the otherwise narrow confines of his private office. Solely dedicated to calmly concentrate on each and every one of his gruelling tasks. Namely, neatly sorting out the thin sheets of paper openly displaying pertinent information to the numerous orphans residing here, registering the missing few that’d either go in running like some mindless moron or be plainly sold off to a godforsaken hell he held no genuine interest in— Fuck, fuck. You get the gist by now, there.

A well-deserved punishment is what this all is, simply was for that matter, and hah— you seem to be willingly taking it, although, can’t truly say he’s all that suprised. Brat. It’s what you are. Stupidly nosy brat who couldn’t hope to obediently keep his supple hands to himself for the shitty life of him. One that’d so ironically, perfectly fit all too well underneath the weight of his calloused palms restricting your bashful squirming— now contentedly facing the eventual consequences of your impulsive actions with a gleeful smile tracing your curved lips. Rhythmic squeaking of the wooden, chipped desk the man had sworn to fucking god, promised to dearly replace whenever was soonest possible and, well, he’s received his all-time excuse to be snidely given to those thugs.

A cum coated piece of furniture is just about a good reason to be neatly reinstalled with something sharper, newer— something along the lines of that, the bigger the better, probably.

Speaking of big.. Shit, he’s undeniably fucked.

“Don’t you fucking look at me like that, you ungrateful little bastard. I’m putting a roof over your head and a place to stay so— fuck, the least you can do is fucking pay me back on time, but can’t even do that, can you?” Habitually stern is what he’s evidently known best for amongst the nosy orphans, yet that usual bite in his gruff voice is almost.. pitifully lacking in face of whatever the fuck this is— yeah, actually he’s got a clue what it is. Inwardly cursing at how his hips automatically snap back in one sharp motion to then, merely slap forward— flush against your reddened ass. Riddled, fresh marks traced along the entirety of your curved back nor your spread asscheeks for that matter, shouldn’t be looking so infuriatingly pretty after all that harsh spanking he’s had you withstand. Take it as the start of your relatively tame punishment coming from a stone cold man like him, that’s what.

“Like what? A satisfied client? Hah— this is the best day of my life, y’know. Feels so fuckin’ good, Bailey— please don’t stop..” Of-fucking-‘course you’ve already had whatever comment prepared to hurriedly retort back within your noisy mouth, despite being so crudely bent over a flat surface like this. Particularly whiny moan drawn out at the feel of his thick cock satisfyingly stretching you full, sinfully defiling you from virginity itself. Pervertedly spread open with your dizzyingly warm, honeyed— fuck, did he really just think of your hole like that?? Must be losing his goddamn mind. Correct, your fucking hole is the one irreversibly altering his unwavering principles. So fuck you, really.

Sloppy, squelchy noises, all too annoyingly addictive to hear, of your tight, puckered heat fervently sucking his fat cock in, coating it all sticky and wet with your slippery, pink insides. Instinctively hissing at the knee-buckling sight of his veiny length repeatedly remerging and disappearing deep inside because shit— can’t get enough of it. So much so his rough thumbs are subconsciously spreading that tender flesh wide open for his unrelenting, stern gaze to gawk at. Not to mention, those frilly lines adorning that stupidly short skirt, bouncing in tandem with each ruthless thrusts slapped to your backside. Admittedly adorable, cute cock clumsily bobbing from the ruthlessly loud smacks of the caretaker’s fat balls sloppily slapping upon the flush of your ass, teasing— no, irrefutably taunting him by the subtle glimpse of your dribbling, wet dick peeking from beneath that skirt.

Like to play dress up, don’t you? Sneakily slip in those overly feminine, lacy garments the elder man would’ve notably poked fun at the sissies that unabashedly wore such clothings back in his day— ironically enough, now he’s finding himself, balls deep into said ‘sissy’. Meanly tugging at the silken material snugly encircling your flailing legs, neatly tied bows bound to predictably come undone given the unrelenting bounces of your shared figures. Unable to keep still when you’re being fucked or something?

Little, incompetent brat. Constantly managing to crawl underneath his skin, reach the deepest parts within him the caretaker has progressively learned to conceal beneath this ruthlessly heartless facade. Not that Bailey’s the nicest man to begin with, but hell— favouring a good for nothing, admittedly appealing to the eyes— meddling boy like you wasn’t on his fucking wish list either.

Should be crudely wiping off that joyous grin etched upon your features if you actually know what’s good for you. Though, doubt you will.

Fine. He’s not necessarily against doing the honours for you. Frustratingly fuck out the undeniable audacity ever so present in your every movements when carelessly distracting him during work hours— time meant to be initially spent for focusing and godfuckingdammit, merely thinking back on it has him obscenely gritting his teeth, further tightening his unrelenting grip planted along your — sure to be bruised later, which you’re naturally paying the price of it — hips. Heaving groans mixed along with some curses which are presumably directed at you, if not at himself, that he’s uncertain of, really. All he’s stupidly conscious of is the undeniable fact that you might’ve coincidentally, if not intentionally, gotten him dizzyingly drunk off your previously undefiled hole.

Fuck, must be that then. Overly aware of what you’re currently doing to him, aren’t you?

‘S that it? Your admittedly, badly thought out plan simmering deep within your mind, happily tugging at his heartstrings in hopes of getting your mean caretaker to fuck your virgin holes full of cum? Well, all to say— you’ve graciously received what your bratty, stupidly pretty ass has fervently been desiring for all along, huh? Ain’t that right? So in return, it’s only fair that he greedily takes whatever he so pleases, whenever or wherever— that is of no importance then, whether it be comfortably settled atop his lap during office hours or slung along your knees to dutifully service him. “God, don’t you dare fucking move— just— just fucking stay like. Yeah, just like— hah, that.” Got no qualms whatever position that might be in, too caught up in the tender feel of your soft flesh underneath his punishing grasp to sluggishly catch on what’s spilling forth from his swollen red, oozing tip because.. shit, got him cumming— not just plain ol’ cumming, but mortifyingly enough, squirting prematurely too. Effectively painting your stretched walls in a sticky, white mess of his seed, inwardly cursing at himself for potentially letting things stretch on further than they were initially meant to.

Yet as ironic as it may be, his unwavering pride naturally beckons him in turn or is it the petulant whine longingly drawled out from between your rosy lips at the sole thoughts of your time together being cut short? Right— ‘course, what else would it be that’d have you miserably whimper so? Didn’t cum yet, did you? Obediently took his fat load sickeningly dripping free from your sore, used up hole without any sort of complaint, gaze momentarily flicking downwards to the pearly droplets of his cum progressively trickling down the length of your suspended legs laid along the precarious edge of his oaky desk.

Similar to how an opportunist excitedly pounces on every chance set before him— hah, he’s never been much like Eden to cowardly hide amongst the oaky, wooden trees to begin with. Huddle within the shadowy forest in a futile hope that mere distance might erase the muddled past; the foggy, far-away town altogether from their collectively minds.

Rather take part in the animalistic feast even if it would’ve eventually spelled utter ruin for himself, inevitable defeat one cannot simply crawl out of sheer will. And maybe, that said ruin, is delicately staring at him right in the face with a fucked out look stretch upon your features, pupils blown wide with a hint of saliva gracing the corner of your pouty lips that he— fuck, can’t help it, really— have his calloused thumb stroke at, soon swiftly followed by the immediate puckering of your overly attentive mouth suckling along the digit. Incidentally coating it in a slippery wet layer of your spit that you, of course, joyfully take advantage of by stifling a wanton moan right ‘round it.

Shit, going to be the goddamn death of him.

That eventually faith patiently awaiting for him, doesn’t sound so bad when your cum stained, little needy self is notably factored in that messy equation after all.

[freedomfireflies]

any chance we can get asher back for mine!harry blurb? i miss my pookie :(

Summary: The one where you're not feeling so hot and Harry and Asher just want to help.

Word Count: 1.1k

Content Warning: 18+, very brief smut, very brief daddy kink, lots of fluff, not suitable for Ramadan!

“That’s it…good. Take it…fucking take me, mama.”

With every thrust and drive of Harry's hips, you can’t help but whimper. Nails scratching down his broad back while his nose dances along your cheek. You feel whole. Connected. In tune to his pleasure as you tighten your legs around his hips and kiss him.

“So fucking wet, sugar,” he exhales. His thumb finds your clit and he rubs in fast, determined circles. “S’it feel good? My baby’s cunny just needed some attention, hm? Needed me to fill her up?”

You nod—about the only coherent response you can offer—and melt into the feel of his mouth moving to your chest. It feels good. This is what you needed. You’ve missed him. And you needed someone to scratch this itch and make things right again.

And then, a throat clears.

Not yours. Not Harry’s.

Asher’s.

He’s standing in the doorway to the bedroom, watching. His kind eyes are now suspicious and deviant. And he’s not looking at Harry. He’s looking at you.

And you know why.

Harry doesn’t mind the audience. He continues, strong hands cemented to your hips as he tugs you up in order to get a better angle. “You all right, Ash?” he calls.

Asher raises his chin. “Tell him,” he says to you. Resolute. Unwavering in a way that suggests he won't be letting this go.

You hesitate, stomach dropping as the threat of punishment hangs heavy in the air. 

Harry smirks. “Tell me what?” 

You shake your head. “Nothing,” you whisper before shooting a pointed look toward the door. “Nothing.”

“Sweetheart,” Asher warns, crossing his arms before leaning against the frame. “It’ll be worse if I have to tell him.”

Now Harry seems to understand and begins to slow his thrusts, offering you a curious expression meant to calm you. “What’s wrong, mama?”

You chew on your lip. You don’t want to tell him. You want this and you attempt to clench around his cock in order to get him to continue.

He smiles.

“She had a fever this morning,” Asher finally says and you bite back a groan. “She’s been dizzy all day and nearly fainted earlier. I told her to stay in bed and rest. Not do anything too strenuous. But I have a feeling she didn’t mention that to you.”

Harry’s grin instantly fades into disappointment and you know, undoubtedly, that you’re in rather big trouble now. 

The one thing they prioritize more than anything is your health and safety.

“Sugar,” Harry starts, and you feel your heart skip, “are you not feeling well?”

You squirm beneath him. “I’m…I’m fine. I’m okay to do this—”

“Were you sick this morning?”

“…I was just…I mean, maybe a little, but—”

“Did you know you were going against Asher’s request when you begged me to fuck you?” he says firmly, and your skin feels like it’s on fire. You hate upsetting him. “Were you purposefully disobeying him?”

Shit, shit, shit. “I…I wasn’t trying to, I just…I missed you.”

And it’s the truth. You have missed him. You weren’t trying to be defiant, but you love Harry and you wanted to feel him. And you figured an orgasm could be just what the doctor ordered. 

His features soften now as he dips down to kiss your nose. “I know, mama. I’ve missed you, too. But you know better than to disobey, don’t you?”

Regretfully, you nod.

“Then, I’m gonna ask you a question and I expect the truth. Is that understood?”

Another nod.

“Are you unwell right now? Do you feel tired or feverish or even the slightest bit uncomfortable?”

You could lie. You could tell him that you’ve been fucked back to health. That you rested and now you’re replenished.

But he’d know. And you’d know. And Asher would know.

So, you thread your fingers through his curls and whisper, “I’m…a little tired. And sore."

His expression falls. He’s gutted to know you're in pain but proud of you for finally admitting it. “Good girl,” he says before he kisses your cheek and begins to pull out. “All right then. Are you gonna let us take care of you now? The right way?”

Almost begrudgingly, you nod once again and melt into the mattress as he and Asher discuss the best way to help.

They run you a bath and help carry you to the tub. Harry joins you in the warm water and pulls you between his legs so he can sweep a washcloth up and down your clammy skin. Helping you feel clean and calm.

And when you're through, Asher is there with a big, fluffy towel to wrap you up in. Drying you off gently before bringing you back to bed and kissing your temple sweetly while tucking you beneath the covers.

“Thank you,” you say faintly as he runs his thumb over your cheek. “Even though you’re a snitch.”

He laughs. “Mhm. And I’d do it again.”

With that, he leaves you and Harry alone for the evening, something Harry is more than all right with.

He crawls into bed beside you, quickly pulling you to his chest before taking your temperature and offering you medicine and water. 

“I’m sorry you didn’t get to finish,” you whisper as he’s turning out the light.

However, even in the dark, you can anticipate his frown. “Sugar…finishing is not the goal for me. You know that. I like to finish with you, but I don’t fuck you for that. I fuck you because I love you. I want to be close to you. I want to feel you and make you finish.”

You run your fingers down his chest and sigh. “I know, I just…I like when you do. I like that I can do that for you.”

You feel his lips brush across your forehead before he’s wrapping you between his arms. “I know, mama. I’ll make you a deal. Once you’re well again, I’ll fuck you as many times as you want. Make you cum over and over and over again. Until you’re all sensitive and overstimulated.”

You grin. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. And you’ll take it, won’t you?”

“Yes, daddy.”

“Mhm. That’s what I thought.” He chuckles before there’s a long, silent lull. “I love you. You know that?”

Your heart just about explodes out of your chest. “I love you, too.”

“Good.” Another kiss. Soft. Gentle. “Horny little thing. Even got Asher to tell on you.”

“I know,” you laugh. “I was kind of surprised. But to be fair, I didn’t really disobey him. I was on bed rest. We were doing missionary, and you were doing all the work. All I had to do was lay there.”

Harry laughs and the sound is beautiful. “And you’re sneaky, too, hm?”

“Hey, an orgasm a day keeps the doctor away.”

“All right, that’s enough out of you. Go to sleep, yeah?” He pinches your hip. “We’ll discuss this when you’re better. But something tells me Asher won’t be so willing to let you off the hook.”

You smile.

“Good.”

Okay fine I missed Asher, too 😭 HE IS CUTE WHEN HE WANTS TO BE!!

~ Mine Masterlist

~ Main Masterlist

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[ashurzs]

“kang minjun..” “hm?” you flinch, not expecting your bestfriend to just be right there behind you. you swear he wasn’t there before! “wha- where did you come from..?” “i was at the vending machine over there-“

he points somewhere, then twirling his finger as he shrugs. “somewhere over there.. anyways here” he hands you a drink. “ooh apple juice, thanks!”

he watches you silently as you open it and drink it, capping it and reaching into the bag that rested on one shoulder. “here wait i’ll pay you bac-“ “no”

“eh?” you look up at him, eyes so big and doe with your hand still in your bag. you see him smirk, then it turns into a smile and a cough. “yeah it’s fine”

“..whatever kat..”

“kang”

“autocorrect says otherwise!”

it was years ago when this happened, back in middle school. but for some reason when you’d type out minjun’s full name, it would turn into kat minjun. and he is a cat person, you’ve met layla before she’s a sweetheart !

“that was years ago..”

“n has that stopped me from calling you kat?”

he rolls his eyes, flicking his tongue. “whatever.”

“m-minjun.!” you whine out, arching your back while you claw at the messed up bedsheets. “g-gonna.!”

“what, already?” he pouts, stopping his harsh thrusts watching as you twitch. “wha.. why’d you..?” you’re red, you just know it with how warm your face feels.

he coos mockingly as he hears you sniffle and wipe the stray tears that fall from your eyes. “why’s my baby cryin’ now huh?”

you don’t answer, too embarrassed to say anything.

“guess i gotta fuck you to help you speak up huh?” he gives a small peck on your lips, a huge contradiction from the harsh thrust inside he does. “fuuck.!”

you drag out your moans as he pins over you, the feeling of his thick cock stretching your walls something you could get addicted on. and it

“shows with how loud you’re moaning..”

“huh.?” you blink out of your trance, doe eyes glistening as you look up at the raven haired male.

“what, dick too good you can’t focus on me?” his sentence goes in one ear and out the other, but you can note how his lip piercing adorning his face nicely.

you hear a chuckle, but you don’t laugh. instead you arch your back into him. your arms wrap around his neck, trying to pull him into a messy kiss.

who’s he to deny such a sweet act hm? he kisses you back with a smile in between, his hips changing between thrusting and just grinding. but when he does grind, he notices that you get more whiny and squeeze your eyes tighter together.

“n-no.. no grinding,,!” he feels you tighten around him, drool escaping your mouth as you blabber on about not wanting him to grind. “please.. junn.. don’t wanna cum like thatt..”

“what, you embarrassed?” he says, raising an eyebrow at your lewd face. "looks like you're enjoyin it.."

"noo.!" you retort immediately, shaking your head. your eyes are still shut, but after a few seconds of silence and no movements you're forced to open to them.

you felt fingers grab and squish your cheek, his grip digging into the bones. your first response is to try and get his hands off, but he just squints at you disprovingly. "you'll take what i give you, unless you don't want anything at all?"

you shake your head slowly, pouting to the best of your ability. your mouth hurts with his tight grip, but you can't speak up. "good boy.. my good lil puppy..~"

was this jus an excuse to post AND give his name? maybe! :3

[supercap2319]

"Hey, Tony? What kind of insurance do you have?" Y/N asked over the phone.

"Why? What did you do? Who was it this time?" Tony asked.

"What makes you think it was someone?"

"Was it Al? Did he destroy the building again by growing too big? Or was it Billy "shazaming" all around the apartment? Or maybe Jaime blasted the building once again?"

"No, it was me. I was trying to figure out how to get Peter off the ceiling with a spell, and it all blew up in my face. Literally."

Tony sighed. "How is it you five cause more damage than Thor and Hulk?"

[asherthehimbo]

Listen to my music, listen to your heart

Bang Chan x male!reader [soulmate au]

Synopsis: When his soulbond turned out to revolve around music, Chan had not been surprised - practically his whole life had an aspect of music in it. Only problem is - his soulmate's music seems really, really sad. Ofcourse the occasional party song is in there, and hey, even some of his own songs are there. Yet he can't help but cry everytime he hears the beat in his mind flow softly, a voice - on the verge of/ or already crying - singing the saddest songs Chan had ever heard. It pains him greatly, but there is nothing he can do except search for his soulmate. Who would've thought that his soulmate -one who he could tell went through so much- would be his best friends bubbly older brother whom he used to have a crush on.

Status: complete

The sun and its rays | The father and his kids | The extra's

Meme's | playlist |Soulbound explanation

Chapters:

one| prof. Taemin🤩

two | bubbles and boobie<3

three | new dad

four | Fifi🫶🏻

five | looky here

six | i just miss him

seven | Dt and lil Lee

eight | the cure to depression

nine | fake student yipeee

ten | Rachel stfu

eleven | dinner

twelve | okiii

thirteen | YOU DONT GET IT

fourteen | why?

fifteen | the sun is still a star

sixteen | LET THEM COOK🗣️

seventeen | not hehehe

eighteen | in Fifi we trust

nineteen | he doesn't fucking love you

twenty | Livvie :((

twenty one | da papers!! (so many different kinds)

twenty two | It's only fair I gift you one in return

Taglist: [24/30][closed]: @foxilsdenn @conwunder @heyogg @zzstar @xavi-in-kpopland @idkwhatto-namethis @glitchyaiko @kaisworlds @ashersdeadinside @kuuroomiii @kenaicantcommunicate @chansslvr @bee-the-loser @vivi0vivi @cb97s-laptop @victorbutnotreally @seongsangssbitch @jeonginplsholdmyhand @wolfbc97 @cigarettexburns @i-dont-know-me-either @f1ln4dr3cl16mv33 @leezanetheofficial @luca-is-a-pengu

if your names in Orange/ bold it means Tumblr wont let me tag you

notes: due to a recent concern im specifying that the people used in this are CHARACTERS and should jot represent the original people in ANY way shape or form, especially Felix's family members thank you :) remember to respect idol and they're privacy

copyright | 2024 | @asherthehimbo

[windrsr]

Asher (Male Yandere OC) x Gender Neutral Reader

Tw: Forced affection and possessive behavior.

Yandere!Singer

•A yandere who can be soft and "loving", but can be cruel when he needs to be. Of course adores all of his fans, but none of them can compare to you. He treats you like a precious treasure, something only he can have.

•Incredibly lovesick and touch starved. All he wants is someone to "love" and touch, aside from all the fame. He will force you in his lap and will hold you down, inhaling your sweet scent if he's in a bad mood or if he's impatient. But if he's more of in a sad or happy mood, he will tell you, "come to me, my love...I need you." Not that you even have a choice to refuse, anyway.

•He keeps you locked up in his house that's filled with luxury and things you want. He wants to keep you occupied while he's away. You can even see his concerts and performances live from home.

•He tries his best to keep you hidden from the public. Not only will you get lots of attention for "dating" him, but he's really possessive and doesn't want anyone else but him noticing you. He doesn't want the annoying paparazzi and his fans being all up in your face and questioning your relationship with him. He knows that you are his, and you should know that he is yours.

•He hates it when you admire all the other singers. You're only supposed to have those kind of eyes for him. He would even sabotage their performance or spread rumors about them to ruin their reputation, all for the sake of only having your eyes on him. He has a lot of rivals, and he won't hestitate to get rid of them, even if he's friends with someone who he once knew.

•He wants his performance to be perfect for you. He wants to be the only person who you love, look up to, and admire. As gentle and "loving" he is with you, he wants you to see how he's the only one who's good for you.

•Will never take 'no' for an answer. He believes that you have no choice but to love him. He will gently scold you for disobeying, but trying to leave him will not happen. "Please, my love. Don't make this difficult for me...I don't want to have to...punish you."

[bayambii]

asher thoughts . . .

warnings: me being a simp for asher (we’re married, he’s my wife..) maybe a little steam

characters: asher talbot

bambis comments: EVERY MINUTE ERIK DOESNT UPLOAD ASHER CONTENT IS A MINUTE I SPEND IN A SPIRALLL. ok i love him im sorry. also this is probably a first part to asher thots…

think about anytime you’re up late doing something and you’re just laying there- too tired to take off makeup, wash your face, or even get into your jammies- ash will throw himself on top of you to wake you up. he’ll drag you to the washroom to do what you need to do, even if your head lulls against his shoulder in exhaustion.

think about asher holding your face. he traces over every crevice and freckle and dimple, and scratches your skin lightly with his nails to feel you. he always TRIES to make sure his hands are clean so he doesn’t accidentally make you break out, but it’s a usually a spur of the moment thing. looks into your eyes too long he can’t take it :(

think about playing smash with him. he’ll go easy on you a little but he’s good! he’ll giggle as your face scrunches up in frustration, and won’t really get that competitive. no matter what it’ll still end up in kisses and giggles. jigglypuff of death i say…

thinking about asher and play fighting. he’s not as big as david, and certainly not as strong, but boys got strength. he’s a werewolf, and he loves to just tussle with you. he’ll let you win sometimes, just like smash, but he there’s a competitive edge to his playfighting. egg him on a little bit, and try to get away and he’ll show you whose boss :3

[tarohonii]

eleceed guys on: texting their ex

Sucheon will not text under any circumstance. His pride and hurt won't let him, and also probably blocked your contact the moment things went sour. Suppresses everything- out of sight out of mind. He will agonize over it sometimes, like maybe asking why it ended the way it did, or a scathing remark, but in the end, he never will.

Duke? Don't make him laugh. Once you're done, you're done. Contact blocked, messages deleted, and you're all but non-existent in his head. Your house could be burning down, he'd hear there's a hit out for you, he's not texting you.

Jiwoo, the poor thing, is absolutely texting you back. Unless if it ended absolutely horrifically (like trying to murder him), beyond a romantic partner, he'd still want you to be by his side and would go to great lengths to keep it that way. Would be heartbroken if you stopped keeping in touch, actually.

Wooin won't respond at first over text. However, if you keep texting him, he'll eventually show up in person to confront you and talk to you face to face.

Jisuk is fighting literal demons not to text you. He has a whole album on his phone filled with memes and photos he wants to send to you, but he can't because that shit's embarrassing. He does give in pretty quickly though; especially if you text first.

Ian is likely the one to text first. Either does it because he's a.) bored and doing it for the plot or b.) misses you so bad he has no idea what to do with himself. Will text you a lot, but plays the games and responds only after leaving you on delivered for a whole day.

Asher is similar to Ian and Jisuk, but I can see him getting attached pretty easily, and doesn't text you just to fuck around. Misses you and wants to text you back, but his pride and hurt will override everything and likely won't end up texting them back.

Gahin can only last about 24 hours after seeing their ex's text before going ham in the responses. He's sending paragraph after paragraph, fluctuating between cussing them out for fumbling the best option they had, and demanding answers for why it ended the way they did. Very much a stream of consciousness and has shit to say.

[typh0nas]

Your Safety is My Priority

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Content Warnings: angst to fluff, mentions of blood, violence lol(ie. slight torture sequence ig???), sexual innuendo when Hex shows up LMAO

Character(s): GN!Reader(no pronouns mentioned), Ver Vermillion, Kotoka Torahime, Doppio Dropscythe, Hex Haywire

Authors Notes: holy shit ive been gone for a bit im so sorry guys. Anyways this is somewhat based on that one ASMR that kaichou posted where we're tied up with him hehe, but this time you're the only one that was kidnapped LOL

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Your Safety is My Priority

Darkness envelops your senses. You're vaguely aware of the steady drip of water behind you, and of the chilling cold that sinks into your bones. You groan softly, the wooden chair pressing against your back and the ropes binding your hands rubbing against your skin, most likely leaving marks for you to wince at in the coming days. If that's even possible to say the least. You're not sure where you are, or how much time has passed. Your memory is hazy, bleary images flashing through your mind as you attempt to recall what even led up to your current predicament.

Right, you were in the council room waiting for Ver to arrive. He had asked you to meet him there, letting you know that he had something important to tell you. Even though you and Ver aren't together, there was no denying the lingering touches and the stares that lasted longer than they should have when it came to the two of you. Your brow furrows, as what happened next is a hazy blur.

A rough jerk of your head startles you out of your thoughts and you wince at the blinding lights. "Owwwww..." you hiss, squinting up at your captor, arms folded in front of them. "Really, is that any way to treat your guests? Rather rude to manhandle them," you laugh softly, attempting to make light of your situation whilst observing the surrounding room. The room is dark, save for the singular lightbulb practically blinding you, making it even harder to make out your surroundings. You can sense someone in front of you but their features are unclear to you, the shadows practically enveloping them.

"You shut your mouth," A gruff voice growls out, pain erupting in your jaw. You cough, the metallic tang of blood filling your mouth, and you're pretty sure that's gonna leave a nasty bruise behind.

"Oooooo, the boss isn't gonna like that," another voice cuts in. Although you can't see them clearly, you can practically hear the smirk in their voice. "But then again..." their face comes into focus and you practically grimace from how close they are. They grab your jaw and you let out a small yelp of pain, gritting your teeth, "Why should I care?" Steeling yourself you bite down, hard. Teeth meet flesh and again, the taste of blood floods your senses. You're pretty sure you've cut deep into their hand, which gives you a sense of satisfaction. The individual let out a yell of pain, their expression hardening, any instance of mock sympathy gone from their gaze. They scoff, cradling their injured hand, blood streaming down from the punctures in their hand.

The wind is knocked out of you, and pain erupts in your lower abdomen. Their leg makes contact with your stomach, kicking you so hard it sends you and the chair you're tied to crashing to the floor. You cough again, wheezing as you try to catch your breath, completely disoriented. After a moment, your chair is uprighted once more, your head lolling down.

"You should have just left them there," the second voice comments, meanwhile the first person says nothing, roughly putting you back in place. Your head spinning, you can practically sense yourself slipping in and out of consciousness, struggling to keep your head up. "Whatever, let's just leave them here for now. We can deal with them later." Their footsteps recede into the background and you finally succumb to unconsciousness.

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Ver's POV

His leg bounces anxiously, fingers fidgeting as he checks the time. It's been an hour and still no sign of you showing up. He sighs, wondering if his impromptu request was too jarring.

He perks up, hearing the sound of hurried footsteps outside the council room door. With a smile on his face, Ver is able to envision the flustered state you would be in, while profusely apologizing for being late.

A knock at the door alerts him of someone outside. Clearing his throat, Ver gets up from his chair, leaning against the desk. "Come in," his voice is light. However, instead of you, he's instead greeted by Kotoka. Ver frowns, "Koto? Did something happen?" Kotoka pauses, her brow furrowed. "In a way," she sighs softly, "It has to do with Y/N."

Ver can feel his blood run cold, eyes widening slowly. "What do you mean, 'it has to do with Y/N?' Did something happen?" His expression hardens, his hands balling into fists. Ver's thoughts are racing, worry overtaking him. What if something happened to you? Is this why you were so late? Where were you now? Ver knew you were capable of taking care of yourself, but the worry gnawed at him.

Kotoka places a gentle hand on his shoulder, startling Ver out of his spiraling thoughts. Pulling out her phone, she opens up a tracker app, showing Ver. "This was the last known location of their phone." Wordlessly, Ver takes the device from her hands, realization slowly dawning on him. "I should have known..." he murmurs, taking a deep breath, "It seems I didn't clear up all the loose ends from my previous mission....and now I'm paying the price for it."

"Should I have Doppi handle this?" Kotoka gazes up at Ver, concern etched on her face. Ver pauses, before handing back Kotoka's phone to her. "No, there's no need. I will deal with this personally." Slipping on his coat and heading towards the door, he stops for a moment, turning back to Kotoka. "Let the others know I'm going out, but I'll be back soon."

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You don't know how long you had been stuck there, but at this point, your hands had gone numb, you were shivering from the incessant draft wafting into the dank, dark basement, and you're pretty sure you had a few broken ribs, based on the way it hurt to breathe. To put things simply, you were quite miserable and in a terrible state. Your captors had long since vacated the basement area, leaving you alone to your thoughts.

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"Ver," you scold him gently, "You've been working for 4 hours straight, I think you should take a break." Despite the way your arms are crossed over your chest, a smile threatens to break out on your face. Ver sighs softly, rubbing his neck sheepishly, breaking eye contact from the mountain of paperwork on his desk. "I promise I will after I finish this. It's important that I finish and submit this proposal before the due date-"

"Nope!" You pull the pen out of his grasp, pushing the paperwork away from him. Ver lets out a noise of protest, his expression resembling that of a kicked dog. Taking his hands in yours, you pull him up and out of his chair. Getting behind him, you push him towards the door. "Come on 아저씨, you've been working for so long now, I think you deserve some time to yourself. Besides your stuff isn't due until two weeks from now, so I think you can take some time for yourself. Also, you've been sitting at that desk for so long I can practically hear your joints popping and cracking," You teased him, a bright smile on your face. Ver relents, holding his hands up in mock surrender. "Alright, alright I'll take a break. Only because you asked so nicely," he laughs softly, his hand wrapping around yours, fingers intertwining with yours. You feel your face grow warm, not expecting him to be so forward.

Ver tilts his head curiously to the side, before realizing what he had done, his face also flushing. "Oh whoops, I didn't mean to do that, it was instinctual I swear!" He's clearly flustered and you panic a little, feeling him start to let go, tightening your grip on his hand. Ver stares at you, eyes wide from surprise, almost as if he didn't expect you to continue holding onto him. The two of you stand there in between the council room doorway and the hallway, both of you speechless and unsure of how to proceed.

"Oh? Do my eyes deceive me? What do we have here?" Doppio's head peaks around the corner, a mischievous grin on his face. "Looks like you finally made a move, good on you Ver." His grin widens, shooting Ver a thumbs up. You and Ver both flush various shades of red, letting go of each other's hands. "We're not dating Doppi, it's not what it looks like!" You exclaim, trying to explain why you and Ver were holding hands. Another person peeks around the corner, a skeptical look on his face. "Yeesh, you guys really need to get a room, why don't you go back into the council room so you guys can continue eye-fucking each other in privacy."

"Hex shut up."

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Yelling from above you is the first thing you can hear in your dazed state. A headache rages in your skull, and you lean against the wall. The cool concrete provides some solace, quelling the pounding in your head. The door crashes open, and a pair of frantic footsteps make their way towards you. You open your eyes slightly, immediately recognizing the person before you.

"Y/N!" You can hear the worry seeping into Ver's voice, his hands reaching to cup your face. You unintentionally flinch against him, your head jerking back from the pain in your jaw. Ver's gaze widens, his eyes trailing down to the bruise on your cheek, understanding dawning on him. He presses a gentle hand against your shoulder, conflicting emotions crossing his face.

"Ver-" your voice croaks out. Ver moves to your side, his hands make their way down to the ropes binding yours, a slight grimace on his face. "I'm so, so sorry. I was careless, and because of that you got dragged into my mess," his bangs hang over his eyes, hiding his expression from you. You open your mouth to speak, but you keel over, slight movement from your end turning a dull ache into sharp pain. Ver catches you, supporting you as his hands work his way around the rope. After a moment you clear your throat, looking him in the eyes.

"It's not your fault, trust me. You can't blame yourself for the actions of other people," your voice is scratchy and hoarse, most likely from disuse. He shakes his head, sighing softly, "But I'm the reason you're here now...aren't I?" He pauses, eyes trailing over your figure, seemingly taking in your injured state. "You got hurt because of my carelessness. I have no one to blame but myself."

Finally, after some frustration, he relents, pulling out a small knife, making quick work of the rope. It falls to the ground and you pull your wrists up, rotating them to get the blood flowing again. Your hands feel clammy and numb, and you can see the indents in your wrists, your skin rubbed raw. Ver moves down in front of you, kneeling as he works on cutting away the rope tying your ankles to the chair. Swiftly the rope falls away and your legs are free. You shakily push yourself up off the chair but you stumble, knees weak.

An arm reaches around you to support you. Ver hoists you up as delicately as possible, guilt etched on his face. "Ver-" you whisper, and his head tilts in your direction, indicating that he's listening to you. "I already said this earlier, but this was not your fault alright? I know you're bound to have many enemies, but I know that you'll always be there for me, no matter what happens. These things happen, especially in your line of work," you wheeze out, limping towards the stairs leading upstairs with Ver's help.

Ver gasps softly, a faint flush on his face, "I'm sorry," he murmurs, and you jolt a little, hearing how close his voice is to your ear. "I still can't help but feel guilty because I wasn't able to protect you fully...and I care a lot about you. You mean a lot to me, I'm being serious."

You blink, slightly surprised. You were expecting Ver to be worried about you, but his sudden confession catches you off guard. "...Thank you," you mumble quietly, "For coming to get me, kaichou." He pauses, his stare lingering on you, a quiet laugh emerging from him, "Of course, I will always come save you if you're in danger, no matter what the stakes are."

The two of you stop in front of the imposing staircase, and you wince a little, trying to figure out how you would hobble upstairs. Without warning, you feel your feet lift off of the floor and you let out a yelp, finding yourself in a bridal carry. Ver seemingly lifts you with ease, and you blush feeling his body pressed up against yours. Warmth emanates from him, and as embarrassed as you are, you can't help but lean into him.

You both reach the top of the stairs, emerging into a large warehouse. You peek out a bit, eyes widening at the sight of all the unconscious bodies strewn across the floor. Ver strides towards the open door off to the side, the slight breeze causing you to shiver. Ver takes notice of this, gently setting you down against the wall so you could lean against it for support. You protest a little, already missing his warmth, before a familiar coat is draped over you.

Ver kneels down, smiling softly, tucking his coat around you to keep the warmth in. "It's chilly out, so you can have my coat. I'll call the others to come pick us up okay, I'm sure it won't take them too long." His gaze lingers on you for a moment too long, before he reaches into his pocket to grab his phone. He takes a step back, getting up to make the call. Ver's coat provides a comforting weight, and you can't help but snuggle into it a bit, inhaling his scent that lingers in it. You're reminded of how gentle and tender Ver has always been with you.

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It doesn't take long for Ver to finish up his call and he turns back to where you are, only to discover that you've dozed off. He chuckles softly, leaning over you to examine your features. "Ver reaches out to brush a stray hair out of your face but pauses, his hand hovering in the air. "Y/N?" he whispers softly, reaching out to brush a stray hair out of your face but hesitating. His hand hovers in the air, but after some more hesitation, he relents, fingers gently grazing your face. You barely stir, chest rising and falling with each breath that you take. "Heh, you look pretty good with my jacket on you," he mutters, his face becoming flushed. Against his better judgement, he leans over, tucking your hair behind your ear, his lips grazing your forehead ever so slightly.

"Sweet dreams, no harm will befall you as long as I'm here."

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"I could never choose to love another."

RIDDLE, Ace, DEUCE, Ruggie, Jack, AZUL, Floyd, KALIM, ROOK, Epel, MALLEUS, LILIA, Sebek

"Maybe one day I could learn to love you too."

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— SUFFERING FROM A FEVER, BUT I REALLY NEED TO FUCK A FEMBOY OR TOMBOY . . .

it’s getting bad again , robin . hnnngh . . . fuuck .

Running down bad with a fever, my words make no fuckin’ sense and half of what I’ll write will be incoherent, horny bullshit but I gotta— I gotta fuck a motherfucking femboy or tomboy in the ass. Either will do cuz’ sure I’m suffering like hell here, stuffed nose, annoyingly itchy throat and godawful temperature, though I’m pretty sure cummin’ inside one of those two or even fuckin’ better, both — will do just fine. Seriously, I mean it.

some slut shaming, weird gender roles, y’know.

FEMBOY ROBIN. Really, really gotta. Y’know, there’s nothing more embarrassing than to properly wear such a skimpy skirt in the own, tight confines of his narrow room with your watchful gaze carefully set upon him, but what’s even worse? Same thing in public, comfortably sat atop your thighs as if nothing is amiss because yeah, surely, nothing is. Nothing wrong with two boys casually hanging out which, said boy is humiliatingly dressed up like a girl right now — who no one truthfully knows nor is consciously aware of. Cock pitifully tented against the front of his summer dress, yellowish material darkening in shade from the oozing pre uncontrollably spilling forth.

And, it’s not like you’ll actually try anything with the towns-folks eyes hidden amongst the lurking shadows, right?? You wouldn’t— you’re not truly like them, the fuckin’ perverts. Shamelessly slobbering over every inch of his untouched, pristine skin, skirmish legs and nervous fingers tentatively messing with the hem of his silken skirt as if your firm grip isn’t steadily increasing along his plush thighs. Like, you’re not ‘discreetly’ spreading his legs apart so that an unfortunate passerby may consequently catch a perverted glimpse of his cock all flushed and leaking for you. Quivering tip, hot and red, trickling out more beads of pearly pre-cum to messily stain at the ground below. It’s not that he means to get all hard like that! Shit— this is solely your fault for deftly exposing him to a hefty crowd like this, your little, pretty ‘girlfriend’ you coyly call him as, might as well proudly show her cute, pink cock to the world if she’s gon’ be such a crude, perverted freak ‘bout it. Only deserving of the typical ‘girlfriend’ treatment which merely entails the usual of having his slutty hole stuffed full of cock, his own miserably swaying with every subtle bounce of your hips upwards, flushed against his ass. Whoops, better luck next time! Try not to dress like a little, fuckin’ whore if you don’t wanna get publicly fucked in broad daylight, Robin!

As for TOMBOY ROBIN? Would it have been any different for her case? Treat ‘em equally, they say — fuck, yeah — you definitely will, with your face snugly nestled between the gap of her thighs, wobbly lips and scrunched up features straining from every careful lick of your wet, pink tongue provokingly huffing against her bare cunt. Uh-huh? Pretty girl likes that or maybe, you should openly refer to her as your pretty, innocent boyfriend, arm contentedly slung over her shoulder because ain’t this how friends typically treat each other as? Promise, they do, Robin.

If anything, it’s an actual tradition to help each other out as good buddies habitually do, as per usual. Yeah, that also naturally involves your skillful fingers knuckles deep inside her drooling cunt, sickeningly wet squelch! of your digits fervently being sucked inside by the wet, welcoming heat of her pussy. Like that? Dizzyingly spreading her folds apart, relish in the slick dripping out as if you’re not the byproduct of it to begin with. Precariously squished against the bricked near in an isolated corner within the school yard and, hell— you’re acutely reminded of the possible consequences that may unfortunately come with it, knowing what that shit headmaster does to said students caught misbehaving or plainly fuckin’ on the school’s ground. Does it stop you, however? Fuck no, and neither will Robin’s adorable, feeble whimpers, bouts of ushered protests wistfully sent your way as if you’re not currently, crudely spreading her cheeks apart to display her two, needy holes for your viewing pleasure. Teasingly rubbing along the edges of her slippery cunt to then, promptly fuck her ass raw as a ‘boy’ should take it. What’d ya mean you want your needy, puffy clit rhythmically toyed with while you’re at it?? A real good boy properly takes what he’s given, alright? So, fuckin’ suck it up and keep quiet till then, ‘kay? “Wouldn’t want anyone to hear, do you, Robin?”

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MafiaBoss!Harry x You

*Contains Mature and Explicit content, so please only consume what you feel comfortable with!💞*

~ Mine* (Pt. 1)

Your mafia boss boyfriend, Harry, has been a little neglectful of his most prized possession. But he's found the perfect way to make it right.

~ Ours* (Pt. 2)

Harry has arranged a phone-call with one of his most notorious enemies. Lucky for you, you’ve got a front row seat to the show. His cock.

~ Yours* (Pt. 3)

Harry is out of town when you need him most. And Harry is never one to leave you unsatisfied. So, he calls in his right-hand man to help.

~ Theirs* (Pt. 4)

Harry has returned home after being away. The first thing on his agenda? Your punishment.

~ Hers* (Final Part)

Your mafia boss boyfriend, Harry, has made you a deal. Two cocks for the price of one. He'll share you with Asher. For one night. And one night only. And all you have to do? Be good and take it.

The Extras:

~ Remedy*

You've been feeling a little empty and needy lately. Thankfully, your mafia boss boyfriend happens to have the perfect remedy.

~ Pillowtalk*

Save a horse, ride a pillow. Turns out, Harry isn't always so forgiving.

~ Red*

The one where your mafia boss boyfriend, Harry, comes home covered in wounds and bruises. And the sight is more than you can handle.

(CW: Use of a safeword!)

~ Lost

Harry's worst nightmare has finally come true: You've been taken. And he plans to do everything in his power to find you.

~ Found

The one where Harry has to put you in danger in order to keep you safe.

~ Home

The one where your mafia boss boyfriend, Harry, has finally gotten you back. But everything is about to change.

~ Scream* (Halloween Extra)

The one where your mafia boss boyfriend, Harry, plans out a Fall Day of Fun. Scary movies included.

The Blurbs:

~ The one where Harry makes you ride his thigh in the middle of a crowded restaurant*

~ The one where Harry is determined to make you pay, Christmas Trees be damned*

~ The one where you aren't feeling so hot and Harry and Asher just want to help*