#I would have stayed longer but the music was too loud for my tastes and my socializing levels were reaching their limit

[swiftiethatlovesf1]

August

Hii guyss, here's a new one-shot about Taylor Swift's folklore love triangle, starring August x Max. If you want to read more stories of mine here's my masterlist :)

Those late summer afternoons always came back in flashes — the way the horizon swallowed the sun in a blaze of orange and gold, the laughter between soft-spoken secrets, and the rusted gate they leaned on to watch the waves. For her, those days were more than fleeting; they were suspended in a timeless space where wanting felt like enough.

She remembered the first time she saw him, shirt loose and hair windswept, with a grin that promised trouble and his freckle on his lip. Max. His name tumbled into her chest before she even spoke it. That first night, with stars sharp above and sand cool beneath their feet, he’d looked at her and said, “You up for a midnight swim?” The sea cradled them in weightless silence, and she was lost.

Mornings were the softest parts of their summer. Sunlight would filter through the thin curtains, splashing warm streaks across his bare back. She’d reach out, fingers tracing idle patterns across his sun-touched skin, wishing she could carve her name there, stake her claim. Sometimes, he’d stir, pulling her close, their breaths mingling as if there was no air but each other’s.

“Are you sure about this?” she’d whispered once, unsure where the question began — was it about the summer, their reckless escapades, or her own heart now bound by the boy with the deep laugh and easy charm?

“Never have I ever been more sure,” he replied, but his eyes darted to the window, where the season tiptoed away. She’d ignore the way that look gnawed at her and instead leaned in, hoping to make the most of each dwindling second.

They spent sun-drenched days in his car, the top down, music loud enough to drown any creeping doubt. Every now and then, he’d pull over at a roadside stall, buy them lemon slushies that dripped down their fingers and laughed when she swiped a playful stripe across his cheek. He’d catch her gaze then, something tender lingering in those moments as if he, too, felt the edges of time slipping through their fingers.

But when late August shadows began to stretch longer, so did the silences. “When do you leave?” she’d ask casually, hiding the tremble in her voice.

“Soon,” he’d say, a word so simple, so cruel. He never mentioned what “soon” really meant — days? Hours? She learned to stop asking, but the question rattled inside her as she stayed up those final nights, her hand intertwined with his while the hum of crickets and distant waves kept them company.

The last day came like the closing of a book whose ending she dreaded. He stood by his car, bags packed, looking more like a dream than a boy she had memorized in hundreds of stolen glances. She’d pulled up to meet him, a silent plea lodged in her throat, and forced a smile when he met her gaze.

“Take care, okay?” His voice was soft, his smile bittersweet.

“You too,” she whispered, already feeling the absence press on her like the tide rolling out. The car engine roared to life, and with one last look — that fleeting, almost apologetic glance — he was gone.

The town felt hollow after that. Every part of it had whispers of him: the booth at the diner where they shared fries, the tree with their carved initials already fading, the quiet beach path where they used to steal moments that tasted like forever. She stayed up most nights replaying the summer in pieces, holding onto the way they’d been tangled in bedsheets, how his eyes held the sea’s color when he laughed.

For weeks, she found herself hoping her phone would light up with his name, the part of her still living for the hope of it all. But summer faded, and August slipped away like a bottle of wine, each memory burning on its way down.

She wished she could go back to that simple, carefree version of herself, one who still believed that late-night drives and whispered promises could hold more than just the fleeting heat of summer. Because she hadn’t realized that while she was changing, hoping, falling — Max was already slipping through her fingers, never truly hers to lose.

But as fall winds picked up, she knew one thing: for her, wanting had been enough. It was all she could hold onto, now that summer was nothing more than a bittersweet echo in the back of her mind.

[dany36]

went to the company’s Christmas party tonight and wow I’m not like a super social person at all but it was SO wonderful seeing coworkers from previous and current projects…people I hadn’t seen in like almost 3 years!! 😭😭 I was only there for three hours and I still couldn’t catch up with everyone I wanted to go and greet. Working from home is great and all but damn I do miss that closer connection we used to have when we’d go work at the office… 🫠

[ssaaaronmontgomery]

dbf!hotch taking his stress out on the reader after a rough case

Stress Relief

Warnings: Smut, pwp, unprotected p in v sex, brief vaginal fingering, brief oral (fem receiving), basically just a quickie with Aaron, age gap (both adults), dbf!hotch, roughish sex, pet names (princess, sweet girl, sweetheart), I think that's it but let me know if I missed anything!

Word count: 1k

Pairing: dbf!hotch x fem!reader

A/n: YESssssss!!!!! Rough case results in rougher sex ;) I don't make the rules 🤷.

Forever tags: @greg-montgomery @boredelle @hotchsdoormat @ssahotchnerr @criminalskies @beardedhotchh @hotchnerbau @ssamorganhotchner @mrs-ssa-hotch @canuck-eh @luvehotch @callm3c0nfus3d @ivyflowers13 @randomuserrs

Hotch: @14buddy22 @pastanoodles11 @htchnr

Let me know if you want to be added to my tags 🫶

If yours is crossed out, it won't let me tag you.

This post is NSFW minors please DNI****

Aaron called you as soon as he was home from his most recent case. This had become a normal occurrence and you'd come to long for the moment his call would come through. He would often let you massage his neck, shoulders, and back after he would bathe. He would share sweet soft kisses with you and probably get around to taking you at some point, but it wasn't always the first thing he would do.

This time though, he had phoned you and as soon as you walked through the door, he was pinning you up against it and nibbling at your neck and earlobe. Now he is grinding his hips into yours and he's grunting and groaning into your ear.

"Fuck, I missed you, sweet girl. Missed you so much." Aaron mumbles against your neck and you can't help but arch into him. He slips his arms around you. "Mm...Missed you too, Aaron." You whisper in a breathy voice. You're both panting and needy and he can't take it any longer. He strips you down to nothing and he keeps his hold on your hips as he kneels down between your thighs.

He does it just to get a quick taste and to help in prepping you to take him. He easily slides two fingers into your leaking cunt and his tongue circles your clit as his right hand helps to steady you. It doesn't take much to get you ready for him, it's been so long and you've missed him so much. You've needed him and your body is showing it.

Aaron pulls away from your core and he stands again, removing his belt and pulling his slacks and underwear down just enough to get his length out. He strokes himself a few times and presses his body up against yours, pinning you to the door once again in the process.

He presses his tip to your entrance and pushes into you completely in one swift motion. You gasp and arch into him again at the sudden, but welcome intrusion. He groans and starts moving almost immediately. His thrusts are fast and hard from the very beginning. Aaron moves one hand behind your thigh and lifts it up for you to wrap it around him. It gives him more access and allows him to go even deeper inside of you.

All he can hear are your loud moans in his ear as he helps you stay upright and it's like music to his ears after a week without you in the same way that his sounds are to you. You told him in the beginning of this relationship that you wanted him to make noise, you wanted him to let out his sounds instead of keeping them in. You made Aaron feel like he could really let go and have fun during sex. He felt like he could finally be himself and explore things he couldn't before.

He can feel how hard it is for you to stay up as you lean into him. You're thankful for the support of him and the door behind you. "Come on, princess. Cum for me." He all but growls into your ear and you shiver. He makes his thrusts even harder and deeper now, making you moan and you nearly throw your head back into the door, but you refrain so you don't get a headache later.

You reach down and rub your clit yourself because Aaron's hands are a little preoccupied with keeping you steady. It doesn't take much, a few flicks of your finger and Aaron whispering the dirty things he is planning on doing to you later, and you're clenching and fluttering around his cock as he fucks you through your high. Your other hand claws at his suit and eventually grips it as you ground yourself after your orgasm subsides.

Aaron never lets up on his pace and force. You tangle one hand in his hair and your other arm moves to wrap around the back of his neck. You bury your face in his neck and let out some of the loudest moans you think you ever have. They sound almost pornographic and Aaron feels a sense of pride in being the reason for it.

Your wet heat continues to envelope his cock and you know you'll be sore in the days to come, but you would gladly feel that discomfort when you're feeling so good now and you know he will take care of you after he gets the release he has been craving for what feels like far too long. He pounds into you over and over, thinking about how he'll take you later in his bed, how he'll taste your arousal and his release as he eats you out until he's satisfied you both. It's that thought of how he'll get to taste the two of you mixed together later that sends him over the edge now and he fills you up, his hips stuttering as his own high takes over.

You feel the warmth spreading through you and it causes you to clench around him tighter than before. Aaron moans and grunts in your ear again before pulling out. You're both panting and trying to catch your breath. He's sweating and you know he must be uncomfortably hot in that dark grey suit that you can't wait to get him out of.

You are wobbly, not uncommon after you're with Aaron, but he continues to help you stay upright. It takes you a couple of minutes before you can say anything.

"Aaron, that was amazing. We need to do that more often. I like you taking your frustration out on me." You manage to get out between heavy breaths. He chuckles a little and kisses the side of your head. "Sweetheart, I'm not even close to being done with you yet. It'll happen very often tonight." And with that, you're already getting worked up at the thought of what's to come next.

[huhmiya]

CHEF KISS | chris sturniolo

pairing: bf!chris x f!reader

summary: he cooks a meal as a small gesture of gratitude for all that you do for him. this way, both of you can enjoy a meal together tonight, even though that won’t be the only thing he’s eating night.

warnings: smut, oral female receiving, swearing, use of y/n, ass grabbing, pet names (baby, darling, love).

a/n: not my photos, on pinterest. I didn’t know what to name the title..

WORDS: 1.5k

huhmiya on wattpad

you - pink | chris - orange

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You have been doing everything for Chris ever since you started dating, and even before that, it seemed like you had put your own life on hold to help him with his, and you were perfectly content with that.

He was grateful for all you did for him, as he didn't believe he deserved it, but the main reason was that he always felt he wasn't doing enough for you.

Although he wasn't the best cook, he had an idea to prepare a meal and made an effort to learn by reading instructions to make it perfect for you.

He was wearing headphones as he was home alone since his brothers had gone out and offered him to join them, but he preferred to stay in and focus on cooking without any distractions.

He took longer than expected to prepare the meal because he wanted it to be flawless, even though he wasn't used to cooking or doing such tasks.

While you were out all day with your friends, you decided to stay a bit longer, which would make you arrive at your boyfriend's house late.

He was aware that you would be coming around 10pm, as you had mentioned staying with your friends earlier. The loud music blared through his headphones again as he prepared your favorite food, hoping that his subpar cooking wouldn't spoil it for you.

"Shit," he muttered upon noticing a call coming in. He hesitated for a moment, uncertain of the caller as he accepted it through his headphones. However, upon hearing your voice, his face lit up with joy.

"Are you okay, baby?" he inquired, a gentle smile playing on his lips as he continued cooking. You reassured him, "Yes, I'm just ten minutes away, then I'll be at yours."

He responded with a sweet remark, acknowledging your imminent arrival. With ten minutes to spare, he focused on completing the cooking.

As you ended the call after a minute, the music resumed playing on his headphones. He didn't mind, instead smiling as he savored the sound of your voice, which warmed his heart, knowing you were the perfect girl for him.

He had just finished the meal when you arrived, creating a pleasant atmosphere after setting the dinner table. As you entered through the front door with your key, you called out loudly, “It's only me!”

However, the house's unique layout made it seem quiet to him, as he was upstairs.

You made your way upstairs to find Chris with a wide grin on his face. He greeted you with a hug, which you reciprocated, prompting him to plant a kiss on your head.

Stepping back, he proudly showed you his handiwork. Your eyes widened as you observed his efforts, then you glanced at him. Without a word, he understood your unspoken thoughts.

“I did everything, even cooked the meal. I hope my cooking skills aren't too shabby,” Chris said with a smile, brushing your hair away from your face.

“This is so thoughtful, Chris,” you murmured, to which he simply chuckled, pleased that you appreciated it. After a moment of silence, he embraced you once more, lifting you off your feet and spinning you around. To him, you were light as a feather, and it was no exaggeration.

He quickly place you down and pulled out a chair for you to sit on while taking a seat himself. His gaze alternated between you and the food in front of him.

“If you don’t like it, you don’t have to eat it y/n,” he said, observing both the dish he had prepared and your reaction. He didn’t want to force you to eat something you didn’t enjoy.

As you began to eat, you found it delicious. It was possibly the best version of your favorite dish you had ever tasted.

He held back from eating first, wanting to gauge your response. When he saw that you liked it, a smile spread across his face.

“It’s amazing,” you exclaimed, prompting his eyes to light up as he nodded in appreciation. He then began to enjoy his own meal, pleasantly surprised by his culinary skills.

While you both ate and conversed, he listened attentively as you recounted your day. Occasionally, he interjected with questions about your activities, eager to hear more.

Throughout the encounter, his gaze remained fixed on you. Your hair was tousled by the wind outside, adding a carefree charm to your outfit that caught his attention. He couldn't help but notice the fresh love shirt you wore underneath, a detail he had glimpsed earlier while you were changing in his room.

"Checking me out, huh?" you teased, prompting him to roll his eyes and chuckle softly as he continued eating.

"Shut your pretty mouth, will you darling?" he retorted, meeting your gaze and playfully silencing you with a finger on your lips, causing your cheeks to flush.

After ensuring you were quiet, he bit his lip and glanced at you one more time before leaning back in his seat.

Soon, he rose from his seat to clear his plate, prompting you to watch him as you finished your last few bites and followed suit.

With a grin, he reached out to tousle your hair as you rinsed the white plate. "Are you sure it was okay? You weren't just saying that because I made it, were you?"

"I assure you, everything was fine. Why didn't you enjoy it?" you ask, tilting your head in confusion. He just laughs and stops stroking your hair.

"I did like it, but you know what I would like even more?" he whispers, his voice deepening as he moves your hair to the side, exposing your neck.

"What would that be?" you inquire. He simply looks at you before gently kissing your neck and then speaks.

"Well, I'm still hungry, but this time I'm hungry for you," he says before giggling. "I didn't expect it to sound so cringy," he whispers.

He then kisses your lips and pins you against the kitchen counter, grabbing your wrists and making you wrap your arms around him. You respond by kissing him back.

His hands soon move to your backside, squeezing it before lifting you up onto the clean kitchen counter.

He maintains eye contact as he slowly removes your jeans, admiring your naked thighs before placing your jeans on the floor.

Your eyes widen, but he hadn't noticed. He traces patterns on your thigh before moving his hands up to your waist and then glancing at your shirt.

"Can I keep your shirt on? I find it so fucking hot when you wear my merchandise," he says, his voice filled with desire.

You nod, indicating that you are okay with it. He lifts your shirt and kisses your stomach, removing your bra in the process so you are left only in your shirt and thong.

"I'll be fair and make it a bit more comfortable for you to keep your shirt on," he says, aware that you may find it uncomfortable wearing a bra as he has heard you complain about it before.

You push his hair back as he raises an eyebrow in confusion, but doesn't say anything. He removes your underwear and notices how aroused you are.

“You are so beautiful, love," he whispered, gently holding your legs before leaning in to kiss you. His stubbled beard grazed between your legs, eliciting a soft moan from you as your eyes closed in pleasure.

He then kissed your intimate area and flicked his tongue over your folds, teasing you with each sensual touch. His nose brushed against your clitoris as his tongue circled around your entrance, causing you to bite your lip and whimper with delight.

His whispered words, “you like that, huh?” preceded the moment he sensually explored you with his tongue, causing your eyes to widen and your back to arch as he held you in place by sitting on the kitchen counter.

He savored the taste of you, wishing he could always have you. Your moans grew louder, and he didn't attempt to silence you since it was just the two of you in his house.

He intensified his movements, expertly pleasuring you with his tongue, causing your legs to tremble. His thumb deftly teased your clitoral hood, eliciting moans as your orgasm approached.

"I'm close, Chris," you warned, to which he simply nodded. He spread your legs wider, continuing to pleasure you until you released all over his tongue.

Your orgasm dripped onto his chin and the kitchen counter, but he paid it no mind, proceeding to clean you up and lick you thoroughly.

"You taste so delicious, darling," he murmured as he pulled away, licking his lips and gazing at you. As you moved to wipe your essence from his lips, he stopped you, using his thumb to clean them before sensually licking it off.

Your eyes widen as he chuckles before lifting you up gently and taking you to the bathroom to freshen up.

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[estxkios]

ROAD HEAD ੈ✩‧₊˚

2007 tom kaulitz x fem!reader

summary: tom is annoying the shit out of you on a road trip so u teach him a lesson :3

warnings: sub tom, risky, semi-sublic blowjobb

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your boyfriend was annoying the shit out of you. you had been in the car with him for thirteen hours at this point.

he thought it would be fun to go on a road trip instead of a plane, saying, “It will be a new experience!” and, “It would be a good time for us to bond!”

“we aren’t already bonded enough?” you would retort.

and now you are here. in the passenger seat longing to get out of this hot, crammed car.

you don’t know how you can last six more hours in this enclosed space with him.

you asked him for aux?

ignored?

you ask him for some of his candy?

he shoves it in his mouth, smiling at you as he finishes the last bite.

what has gotten into him? was it the lack of sleep from the previous night of driving? was it the coffee from the hotel?

“tom you are so fucking annoying today!”

you shout over his loud music as he had turned it up the last time you asked for him to play a different song.

“suck my dick!” he shouts between the lyrics he was obnoxiously singing.

he dances around playfully in his seat and you huff, turning away from him and crossing your arms.

your thoughts start to linger as you stare at the open road, your eyes following cars as they pass by.

what would it be like to suck toms dick right now? would it suck the annoyingness out of him too?

jesus christ, maybe the hotel coffee was getting to you too.

or maybe it was just the urge to fuck your boyfriend.

“do you really want me to, tom?” you spoke over his music.

“do i really— what?”, he turned to you for a moment, giving you a perplexed stare and turning the volume of his music down before looking back onto the road.

“do you really want me to suck your dick?” you blatantly said, staring right at tom, who kept his gaze fixed on the road in front of him.

“babe— what?” he repeated.

“jesus christ you are fuckin’ deaf,” you let out a breathy laugh to yourself at toms confusion, “let me just show you—“

unbuckling your seatbelt, you climb over the center console and snake yourself towards toms seat, situating yourself under the steering wheel, between toms legs.

tom was shifting in confusion as you did this, muttering small what the fuck?'s under his breath.

“babe, what’re you doing..?” his voice trailed off as he connected the dots.

you grabbed the waist of his sweatpants, he lifted his hips up to make it easier for you to take them off, he was very compliant for someone acting so confused.

“what if someone sees us?!” he diverts his gaze away from the road as he says this.

“they will get jealous that you have such an amazing girlfriend.”

he scoffed.

you took his boxers off.

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tom gripped the steering wheel tightly, knuckles so white they were nearly blue.

he sucked in a shallow breath between his teeth and swallowed thickly, the sight of your pretty mouth wrapped around his cock was enough to make him cum.

you kept up your fast, desperate pace with your mouth.

he tasted so fucking good.

you moaned around toms beautifully hard cock as you moved your head forward, taking tom all the way.

he took one hand off of the wheel, bringing it down the back of your head and taking a fist full of your hair.

he held your head down on his sweet cock, making your muscles constrict around toms cock as you gagged, your eyes watering.

he let out a guttural moan as you fully took in his pretty length.

“f-fuck baby im s’close!” he takes his hand off of your head, too lost in the pleasure to hold it there any longer.

he tried to keep his eyes open as his climax neared.

you take your mouth of off him with a ‘pop!’

“why’d y’stop?” he whined, looking down at you then hastily looking back up. “you tease me too much..”

“aww, sweet boy can’t take a little bit of fun?” you chuckled, looking straight into his eyes which stayed on the road. you couldn’t tell if it was because he was actually focusing on driving, or if he was too embarrassed to look you in the eyes.

but your attention quickly diverted from his eyes onto his cock as it twitched, just longing for your touch.

tom bit his bottom lip, fidgeting with his lip ring.

his hands kept a tight grip on the steering wheel, which he tried so hard to keep from snaking down towards his cock and pleasuring himself. 

you couldn’t help but smile at how patient he was being.

“hey, tom.” you said casually, “look at me.”

he did as you said, reluctantly “wha-?”

you quickly gripped his cock and brought it towards your mouth, using all the strength in your body to suck him off perfectly.

you swirled your tongue around him, flattening it out every so often.

“holyfuckingshit!” he breathed, “im so fucking close--! mphh- please!”

he was so sensitive he could cum any second now.

you knew it.

he definitely knew it.

you pushed the most of toms cock in your mouth as you could, and with one final moan of your name tom shot his hot seed right into the back of your throat.

the pressure of the seatbelt on toms abdomen as he strained his hips made him whine as he rode out his intense high.

he threw his head against the seat, jaw hanging slack. 

his body bucked forward as you took your mouth off of him.

“so if i want head like this again, all i have to do is annoy you?”

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hope u enjoyed :p

[arsheyee]

SMUT AHEAD KIDS BELOW 18 STAY OUT

Nanami x Y/N BREAKFAST 🥞

I wrote a smut for the second time 😅😅😅… so kinda nervous to post it 😬. Wrote it today in one sitting.

Tell me what you think 🙈✌🏻 (This hot man can we just take a minute to look at him)

Hope it gives you butterflies 🦋 🦋

The sunlight from the crack of the curtain hit your eyes. Rubbing your eyes you woke up. Your back is hurting and your legs feel sore. Last night was exhausting and exquisite.

Nanami is sleeping beside you. Naked like you. The sunlight from the thin white curtains hitting his body in the right spots made him look godly.

Your clothes are scattered like bread crumbs around leaving trails of last nights activity you did.

You got up from bed freeing yourself for Nanami’s hand that was draped across you hips caressing your ass.

You blush looking at the nakedness as you look at yourself in the large mirror on the dressing table in front you.

Getting up from the bed slowly you pick up Nanami’s shirt and put it on and walk towards the kitchen to make breakfast

You put the n some music and open the fridge to get some eggs and flour from the cupboard above it.

Pancakes is the best breakfast after sex. You thought giggling to yourself and start making them.

Lost in the music whisking the eggs you didn’t realise Nanami had come over to the kitchen looking for you.

Swaying your hips to the music he came behind you a slid his hands across you hips

Started you winced at the contact and turned around to see him looking at you.

“Good morning babygirl“ he whispered in your ears.

Your ears are turning red from the nickname you greeted him back “Good morning Kento”

He smiled hearing his name from you lips.

"You're wearing my shirt," He praised as he ran his hands down your waist and slowly pulled up the shirt to reveal you aren’t wearing anything underneath it.

He slowly creeps his hands down to your pussy feeling you are wet. Ready for him as always.

He pulled you on top of the kitchen table.

"I'm starved." He smirked, pulling you to the edge of the table and exposing you to him. Your whole body burnt to be touched by him and you watched as he wasted no time with teasing you. His tongue slid over you, between every fold, lapping up your arousal as if it was the last meal he was ever going to have.

"Oh god," You cried out as he began to swirl his tongue over your clit, sucking harshing as you jerked your hips up involuntarily. Every time you moved his grip on your waist would tighten and he dragged you into him, delving his tongue deeper inside of you as your head rolled back against the wooden table. 

"Don't give him the credit, it's me that's going to make you cum," He hummed

against your clit making your body shake. He once again took your pussy lips in his much and began sucking on it, moving his tongue with precision over every inch of your sensitive flesh. He could never get enough of making you moan out the way that you were.

"Taste so fucking good, my good fucking girl." He moaned out causing you to squirm in his grasp, bucking against him as he began to massage your clit with his fingers,

"Look at you, squirming and so close." His mouth went to work on you again and soon you were wiggling and moaning his name out so loud you were sure your neighbours were going to complain. Your fingers laced into his blonde hair as you bucked against him.

"Please...Nanami, Please..." Your words come out in chokes as he continued to rub you faster, his tongue plunging in and out of you mercilessly.

"You wanna cum baby?" You nodded eagerly as he chuckled darkly, his fingers on your clit getting faster as he watched your uncontrollable hips bucking.

"Please, please, please!" You begged as the pressure started to feel too much for you to hold back any longer.

"Cum," It was one word and you were undone by it all. Cumming around his tongue as your toes curled against the table, your whole body ached as you cried his name out.

"Good baby," He chuckled as he carefully kissed his way up to your lips, pressing kisses all over your face as you let out small whimpers. 

“Go take a shower. I’ll finish breakfast for you.”

You looked confused and asked

“No breakfast for you?”

He smirked wiping his lips “I already ate breakfast”

You walk towards the bathroom smacking his arm surprised and blushing by his answer.

[coastbycoast101]

Worth every penny

Portuguese is what reader speaks btw

In this little fic I wrote let's pretend toji has money (😒😞)

Reader is afro latina/ Brazilian. Toji is a businessman (ifykyk)

Summary: basically your a prostitute looking for their next prey! Toji just happens to be it..

Authors note 📝: I will be making a series of places like Brazil and Caribbean countries, next country will def be Puerto Rico or Jamaica! 🇵🇷 🇯🇲

The funk beat rang throughout the club. Those big speakers blasting music shaking with each beat. The music is so loud you can feel it in your body, makes you wanted dance but you knew who you were here for.

Y/n walked over to toji, her scent filling up his nostrils as he sat by himself in the booth. "What are you doing all alone, Papai?" Her voice left a effect on him, her Brazilian accent sounded exotic, he never heard it before. Toji grinned at her, chuckling as he stared her down with those devilish eyes. "Waiting for a girl like you" his voice deep and sultry, the words rolling off his tongue with ease.

"what's your name?" She asked, grinning at him as she looked him up and down. Her stare lingered onto his muscular body as he lit up a cigarette, he took a long drag before blowing a cloud of smoke. "I've never seen you around here, are you from here?" She questioned, her eyes making intense eye contact with him.

Toji smirked at her, taking another drag of his cigarette before answering. "My name is Toji," he announced, exhaling a cloud of smoke towards her face. He enjoyed the way the smoke billowed between them, creating an air of mystery around him. "And I'm just visiting this lovely country."

 His eyes trailed down her curvaceous body, taking in every detail before locking back onto her devilish eyes. "But seeing you here makes me want to stay longer." He winked, leaning back into the booth and crossing his arms across his broad chest.

she licked her lips as she sat down next to him, his eyes lingering onto her boobs seeing it sit pretty in her tube top. Her ass hung out those denim jean shorts she wore,his eyes taking in her appearance. "I like your muscles" she giggled, her hand reaching out to his arm. "Did I say that right?" She questioned, English wasn't her first language and It was obvious from the way she pronounced her words.

Toji raised an eyebrow at yn, amused by her boldness. He allowed her to touch him, enjoying the feel of her soft fingers against his firm flesh. "Thank you, ma." His voice is smooth, tinged with appreciation. "But don't think that's why you're here, do you?" He lightly squeezed her hand, guiding it away from his arm and placing it back on her lap. "I bet you know what you're good at, and I'm interested in experiencing it firsthand." His grin widened, showcasing his confidence and dominance. "So, how much will it cost for my first taste of Brazilian pleasure?"

she gave a good look at him, she knew he was a foreigner so his price would raise a ton. She smiled as she pushed some of her curls behind her right ear. "500 R$" her voice sultry and addicting as she leaned in closer, her hand resting on his crotch. "Is that too much for a man like you?"

Toji laughed softly, his eyes never leaving hers as he adjusted slightly under her hand. "For a girl like you? No, my dear, that sounds fair." He smirked, the corners of his mouth turning upward into a predatory smile. "I can sense you enjoy playing hard to get." He spoke calmly, his tone low and full of seduction. "But don't worry, I won't leave until I have what I came for." A challenge gleamed in his gaze as he slowly reached out to brush a strand of hair from her face, his fingers lingering briefly before pulling back. "Let's make a deal; if you please me enough, you might see a bigger tip than expected."

"is that so?" She leaned in closer, his gaze going down to her plump lips as she tempted Toji. Her eyes lit up hearing he'll double it. "Follow me, Bebê" she smiled, she leads him to one of the bathrooms, pushing him into one of the empty stalls.

As they entered the stall, Toji couldn't help but admire the sway of her hips. He followed her willingly, his curiosity piqued by her choice of location. "Always the dominant one, aren't we, ma?" He murmured, closing the stall door behind them. "But I wouldn't mind letting you take control." His hands roamed over her curves, feeling the warmth beneath her clothes and imagining what lay hidden beneath. "Just remember, I'm not easy to satisfy."

"I love a challenge" she giggled as she sunk to her knees. s

She pulled his pants down,biting her lower lip as his cock sprung out his pants,Her smile wide as she gasped. "mmm, so big" she whispered before giving a kiss to his angry red tip.

Toji let out a low groan at the sight of her kneeling before him, his cock twitching at her words and the gentle kiss on its tip. "You like what you see, slut?" He asked, a note of satisfaction in his voice. "It's all yours" He gripped the edge of the stall, watching her with anticipation. Adrenaline and arousal pumping through his veins.

she licked a stripe from the base to the tip, making him groan, then she spat on his cock. She took the tip in her mouth, pushing her head down as each second passed. Her hands stroked the base while her eyes looked up at him as she took it. The eye contact intensify with each inch she took In her mouth.

Toji's breath hitched at the sensation of her warm mouth enveloping him. His grip tightened on the stall, his eyes locked on hers as she bobbed her head. He reveled in the sensation of being taken charge of, her skillful hand stroking the base while her tongue danced along his length.

 "Fuck, yes, that's it, slut." He hissed, enjoying the power play. "Make me feel good." He commanded, his voice thick with lust and desire, urging her onward.

she let out a moan as she sucked him off, her cheeks hollowing in as she jerked him off. Her other hand tugged at Toji's shirt, motioning him to take it off as she took his dick deeper in her mouth.

Toji complied, quickly removing his shirt and tossing it aside. His body glistened with sweat under the dim bathroom light, his muscles flexing as he fought to maintain control. "Keep going, shitt," he urged her on, his voice hoarse now. "Show me what you're made of." Though he tried to appear calm, his thrusts became harder, his need for release growing stronger. "Don't stop, keep going just like that..." His words were filled with both demand and pleasure, his gaze never leaving her eager face.

she giggled, her mouth making lewd sounds as she bobbed her head up and down. She then pulled away for air, his cock twitching from the lost of contact before her hands wrapped around it again. Her hands fisted his cock as she took her top off, her boobs on display for him as her tongue flickered over his slit.

Toji watched her intently, his breaths coming faster as she revealed herself to him. The sight of her curves combined with her skilled ministrations had his resolve wavering. "Fuck, that's hot." He muttered, his voice thick with lust. "Are you trying to distract me, ma?" He teased, knowing well what she was doing to him. "But I can't deny it feels amazing." He arched his back slightly, his hips bucking involuntarily into her grip. "Just imagine how good it'll be when you mount me later." His eyes rolling back at the thought.

"mount you?" Her breathing getting more erratic as she fisted his cock over he face, her tongue sticking out for him? "Do you like it doggy?" She looked up at him as her thumb rubbed circles on his v line. Her accent along with the broken English she spoke made her sound innocent when deep down she was far from that.

Toji nodded, catching his breath after her question. "Yes, I like it rough, especially when I'm close to losing control." He admitted, his eyes locked on her tongue darting out to lick a bead of precum from his tip. "Take it all, girl." He urged her, the scent of his arousal heavy in the small space. "I want to hear you beg before you make me come." His grip on the stall tightened further, his body tense with expectation. "Remember, you promised me a show."

she nodded her head as her hands stroked his cock up and down, his dick making a shadow over her face. "I want your cum so bad, Papai" she whined, her hands moving faster along his cock as he leaned in closer.

Toji felt the heat of her breath on his sensitive skin, his nerves on edge as she played with his emotions. He gritted his teeth, his body trembling slightly at the desire contained within her words. "Then earn it, like a good girl." He rasped out, his voice strained with need. "Prove to me that you deserve it." He thrust into her fist, his movements becoming more insistent.

she mewled as she took his cock into her mouth again. Her cheeks hollowing in deeper as she sucked the soul out him,her movements much faster now. "I want it, all baby" she moaned out as she arched her back. Her ass looked great from his point of view as he stared her down

Toji growled, his hands gripping the stall door so tightly it creaked in protest. His hips pistoned faster, desperate to reach their peak. "Say it again" He demanded, his voice rough with lust. "Beg for my cum, ma." He ordered, his heart pounding in rhythm with her actions. "Tell me how much you want it!" He challenged her, wanting to hear the words pass her lips before he gave in to her demands.

"want it so bad, querido"she giggled, pulling her head away as her mouth only sucked on his tip. Her hands gripped onto the base of his dick jerking it as she sucked him dry.

Toji groaned, his release building rapidly now. He struggled to hold out, fighting the need to fill her waiting mouth. "That's it, keep going" He panted, his voice raw with need. "Make me feel good." His hips thrust uncontrollably, the pressure overwhelming him. "Come on, baby...beg for it." He urged her one last time, his resolve crumbling as he felt the end drawing near. "Tell me how much you need it."

she pulled away, her hands pulling away making his cock twitch from nothing touching it. She then pushed her boobs up, wrapping it around his cock. He didn't expect her to do this making him groan as he thrusted up in between her breasts, each thrust met up with her tongue swirling around the tip. She didn't have to tell him how much she wanted his cum cuz her actions spoke for her.

Toji gasped at the unexpected change in pace, his vision blurring as he sought a sense of balance. He slammed into her breasts, her tongue caressing his sensitive tip sending jolts of pleasure through him. "Fuck, yes!" He cried out, unable to resist any longer. "You're gonna make me cum, aren't you?" His tone turned pleading, his body arching as he neared his climax. "Say you want it, slut." He begged, needing to hear the words before surrendering to his orgasm.

"I want your cum all over me" she chuckled hearing him get lost in the pleasure. Toji groaned, his release exploding on her as she said those words. His hips snapped forward, coating her chest with his seed. His eyes rolled back, the intense sensations overwhelming him. "There you go, baby." He panted, his body shuddering as he caught his breath, her tongue still slurping his cum.

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"I'm not done" she smirked as she stood up. She slides slides her shorts down as she looks up at him. "I want you inside me" she demanded, her body leaning in closer to him as her hands roamed over his muscular body.

Toji stared at her, his breathing still ragged from his earlier release. He ran a hand through her hair, marveling at her boldness and desire. "You sure you can handle it?" His voice rough, his gaze trailing down her naked form. "I haven't warmed you up yet." He teased, enjoying the taste of power she'd given him. "But if that's what you want..." With that, he reached for a condom, eager to claim her as promised. "bend over for me, ma." He instructed, guiding her towards the toilet seat. "And spread your legs wide."

she bends over the seat, opening her legs wide as she arched her back for him. Two of her fingers reached down to her pussy, spreading her cunny for him.

Toji swallowed hard, his eyes devouring the sight of her preparing herself for him. His cock twitched, ready for action once more. "Beautiful." He praised, stepping closer. "Put another finger in there." He ordered, wanting to witness every detail of her readiness. "Let me see how wet you are." He wanted to see just how badly she needed him, her eagerness fueling his own desire. "Once you're ready, I'll join you." His grin widened as anticipation and need grew between them.

she slides in two fingers in her wet hole, thrusting in and out for him as he stroked his cock to the sight. "Shiiit... Would feel better if it were your fingers, toji.." she whined out for him, wiggling her ass onto him. her cunt let out wet, lewd noises as she pushed her fingers in deeper.

Toji chuckled, his cock jumping at her words. He positioned himself behind her, the condom already on. "You're right about that, ma." He growled, grabbing her hips firmly. "Spread wider." He demanded, aligning himself with her entrance. "You have no idea how much I want this." He admitted, his heart pounding in sync with their heavy breathing. He thrusted into her without warning, her cunt already feeling tight around him.

"oh my deus" she whimpered as she took in his cock. His arms wrapping around her breasts as he took her from behind. Toji grinned wickedly, burying himself deep within her. Her reaction fueled his lust even further, his thrusts becoming more forceful. "Like that, don't you?" He asked, his voice husky with desire. "Such a nasty little slut." He praised her, loving the sound of her surprise and pleasure mingling together. 

"Tell me how good it feels, baby." He ordered, setting a steady rhythm, each movement filling him with satisfaction. "Scream for me if you want." He encouraged, wanting to hear her lose control for him.

"feels so good, toji" she cried out as her ass clapped with each thrust he gave her. her hole clenching each time he rubbed against her g spot,one of his hands gripped onto her ass. Each thrust he gave her, her ass threw it back on him and he catched it with ease.

Toji chuckled darkly, adjusting his grip on her hip to match her movements. He slammed into her, his thrusts becoming more aggressive as he found her sweet spot. "You love it rough, don't you?" He accused, his hips grinding against her with every stroke. "I told you I'd make you scream." His voice dripped with satisfaction, his assertion complete as he claimed her body. Each word he spoke was laced with dominance, his grip tightening as he neared his limit.

"mmm fuckkk" she hissed as he rammed into her. "yer' cock feels so big inside of me" she praised him as she stretched a hand out behind her, her hand holding onto his abs as she knocked her pussy the right way.

Toji groaned, his release drawing near. Her actions pushing him closer to the edge than ever. "Good girl, taking it so well for me."He praised, his thrusts becoming more frantic. "Tell me how much you love it." He demanded, his grip shifting from pain to pleasure with a firm squeeze. "Prove it by cumming for me." He growled, his focus narrowing on her pleasure as his own built up. "You feel that, baby?" He whispered harshly as a bulge formed in her lower stomach.

"tojii" she cried out as her cunt fluttered as she came on his cock. Her moans making him throb harder inside of her. "Love this cock so much.." toji pulled his cock out, ditching the condom as he rubbed his tip on her big ass. He let out a moan as she wiggled her ass onto his cock, he gripped onto his cock slapping the tip on her ass.

Toji panted heavily, his body trembling from the intensity of her climax. Her words sent waves of pleasure coursing through him as he aimed for her asshole. "Did you say you loved it?" He asked huskily, his tip brushing against her entrance. "Because I think you broke me, ma." He confessed, panting as he fought for control. "One more push, and... I'll paint your ass too." He warned, his grip on his shaft white-knuckled as he fisted it.

she giggled as she nudged her ass on his dick. "Gonna paint my ass with your cum,hmm?" She playfully teased as she pushed her ass back onto him, his dick standing up and rubbing between her cheeks.

Toji grunted, his control slipping as she played with him. He thrust into her tight entrance, his cock sinking in deep and stretching her out. "Damn right, slut." He snarled, his balls slapping against her tender flesh. his thrusts growing deeper and rougher with each passing second. "Take it - take everything I have left." He urged, his release imminent with the intensity of her embrace. He would give her everything she desired and more.

she hissed as he pulled out, fisting his cock over her ass. His cum shooting blanks as she wiggled it more making him growl. Toji let out an agonized moan, his cum splattering across her cheeks. He staggered back, trying to catch his breath as he watched her react to his gift. "You did that to me." He breathed out, his muscles quivering as he recovered. "You've earned yourself quite a treat tonight, ma." He praised her, his heart racing with both exhaustion and excitement. He couldn't help but smile at her antics, finding them amusing and sexy.

 "Stay here for a moment." He ordered softly, wiping himself off before disposing of the used condom. she turned around, seeing him reach in his wallet and giving her 1,240 R$. She grinned as she counted the money, his eyes lingered on her body for a moment before he slapped her ass.

Toji sighed, pleased with himself for offering such a generous amount. He ran a finger along her cheek, tracing the remnants of his seed lovingly. "Consider it a bonus." He murmured, his gaze drinking in her beauty despite the mess he'd left behind. "You were worth every penny"

[casual-violinist-fangirl]

All I can do to Keep you Safe is Hold You Close - 2,317 Words

A part of the collection I have fondly named 'Kaminoans are Assholes.'

Omega has been having trouble sleeping because of nightmares and her solution to that is to... not sleep. Hunter's Jango Fett gene has well and truly activated!

As always this fic is on my AO3 account here, and the link to my masterlist is here.

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The first time he had noticed something was wrong was when Omega started asking if she could drink caff in the mornings. Jokingly, Wrecker had let her have a sip of his, him and Echo laughing when they saw the expression on her face. She clearly hadn’t enjoyed the taste. When Tech had enquired as to why she had wanted to try the bitter drink, she had simply shrugged and said that there wasn’t really a reason. 

That had been a lie.

Lying in front of Hunter was almost impossible; he could sense even the slightest of changes in a person’s body for crying out loud. To add to that, Omega was an awful liar, making it easy to spot from where he was sat. Glancing around the cabin, it didn’t seem as though any of the others had noticed this, although when he caught Crosshair’s eye he noticed an air of suspicion in his expression. He had noticed too.

The day had gone on as usual and Omega hadn’t asked any more about the caff… Hunter almost allowed himself to forget that she had even lied about wanting to drink it in the first place. She was a little girl, for crying out loud. She was full of energy and the last thing they needed was her pinging about the place before crashing in a heap when the affects ran out. That night, when he had put her to bed, tucking Lula and Trooper into her blankets with her, he had asked how she was. It had come out innocently enough, but clearly he had spooked her because almost straight away her barriers went up, and she was insisting that she was absolutely fine. Not knowing what to do if she didn’t want to talk to him, he had bid her goodnight and climbed back down the ladder from the gunner’s mount.

A week or so later it was becoming more and more apparent that Omega was exhausted. She kept falling asleep on missions at every opportunity she got to rest her legs, and it was getting to the point where Wrecker was having to carry her about. Sheer exhaustion rolled off of her in waves, and the rest of the batch were beginning to be more and more concerned for her wellbeing. She was their little sister… Hunter’s ad’ika (though he would never admit that to his brothers) she deserved to be happy and healthy like all little girls her age. 

After one particular mission, Omega had collapsed in a heap in Cid’s bar; the loud music didn’t seem to bother her as she slept, drawing the attention of the Trandoshan. 

“What’s with Tiny?” she asked, nodding her head towards the booth where she was resting. Hunter scowled, but that was more because he didn’t know the answer than because she was prying. He went to respond, but Tech stepped in.

“It would appear that Omega has… over done it on the past couple of missions,” he answered in a very reasonable tone. “She clearly needs to go to her bunk when we get back to the ship.”

Cid hadn’t said anything else following on from that, but Hunter could tell that she didn’t buy what Tech had told her, and that even she was concerned for the little girl. “Right…” she responded. “Well you see that she does get that sleep. I can’t have clients coming in thinking I let little kids pass out drunk in my bar.”

Omega had let Hunter scoop her up and carry her back to the ship, her head lolling on his shoulder as she wordlessly took in her surroundings. He had thought there and then that maybe he’d be able to get her into bed quickly when he got back to the Marauder… 

He could not have been more wrong.

The moment he mentioned the ‘b’ word, Omega had perked up and started insisting that she wasn’t even remotely tired. “Can’t I just stay up for a little longer, Hunter?” she had asked, her big brown eyes trying to persuade him that he didn’t need to send her to bed. He had sighed, crossing his arms and trying to put on his best ‘dad’ face. 

“You need sleep, Omega,” he reasoned as he reached into the gunner’s mount and pulled her pyjamas down. She pouted at him, and for a moment he was convinced that she was going to start crying. 

“B-but…” she trailed, and Hunter could see an element of conflict on her features. She wanted to tell him something, he just knew it, but before she could get any words out Wrecker came parading into the room, a little tipsy. So much for talking to her.

"I’m sorry Omega,” he continued, watching her body deflate with disappointment. “I’m not budging on this one.”

She had gone to bed, but he had noticed how she tried to drag out every element of getting ready; she had taken nearly twenty minutes brushing her teeth for kriff’s sake. Looking back on that now, he should have seen just how reluctant she was to sleep and realised that something was wrong. He should have reached out to her. 

Other abnormalities in her behaviour should have stuck out to him, and he found himself cursing for not noticing all of this sooner. Especially given what was about to come.

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(Three Weeks Later)

There were plenty of times that Hunter cursed his enhanced hearing; being on a ship full of snorers when he was trying desperately to sleep was one of those times. As he lay in his bunk, all he could hear was the heavy breathing of Wrecker directly above him, and the light snores of Tech from his chair in the cockpit. He had ear buds for times like these, but whilst the noise irritated him to no end, not being able to hear made him feel vulnerable and he tried not to use them unless he absolutely had to. 

Rolling over and resisting the urge to groan, he buried his face into the GAR standard issue pillow. It wasn’t exactly comfy, but being a solider meant that you had to be able to sleep anywhere. This lumpy pillow and hard bunk was a godsend compared to some of the situations he’d found himself in over the years. Distantly, he could hear the tapping of keys on some sort of device… it sounded a little like Crosshair’s data pad. Clearly he had joined Echo on watch then seeing as he couldn’t hear either of them anywhere else. They weren’t sleeping, that’s for sure.

Having Crosshair back had meant a little bit of adjusting for the members of the Bad Batch. For the first couple of days he had been incredibly isolated, not wanting to go near any of his brothers or even his little sister. Then, slowly, little by little he had started to integrate himself back into the lives of those who loved him. He had taken a shine to Omega, although he was loathed to show it to anyone except the little girl herself… now that Hunter thought about it, the only time he had seen Omega sleeping peacefully over the past few weeks was the morning she had been found in her bunk, clinging onto Crosshair’s sleeping form as though it was the only thing keeping her from floating out of the ship.

Hunter made a mental note to ask Crosshair about that in the morning, but his train of thoughts was cut off when he heard what sounded like a muted sob. Sitting bolt upright in bed and suddenly no longer tired, Hunter’s eyes darted around the room as he searched for the source of the sound. Not noticing anything out of the ordinary, he frowned, which deepened when he heard the sobbing sound a second time. Having been ready this time, he climbed out of bed and tiptoed towards the noise. Almost as though she could sense his presence, Omega’s snivels stopped as he reached the bottom of the ladder leading to her room.

“’Mega?” he asked quietly, not opening the curtain… he didn’t want to spook her or make her feel as though he was intruding on her space. There was silence for a moment before a quiet shuffling of blankets could be heard and a small hand reached to open the curtain.

Omega’s face was blotchy and red, her cheeks tear-stained and her eyes puffy from her crying; how had Hunter not noticed her sooner? He cursed to himself, making a mental note to be more aware in the future. “H-Hunter,” a small sob escaped her as she launched herself at him without hesitating and clung to his neck.

To his credit, Hunter reacted quickly; he carefully scooped Omega out of the gunners’ mount, cradling her trembling form as he wondered quietly back to his bunk and sat down. The little girl still clinging onto him, he stroked a hand through her hair and whispered soothing nothings to her as he waited for her cries to subside. 

When her breathing eventually did even out and the sniffles came to a stop, she looked up at him with a bleary look on her face. Kriff, she looked exhausted. How long had she been going on like this?

“Ad’ika,” his voice croaked as he used the term for the first time. Omega’s eyes widened at the expression, and if he didn’t know better he was convinced that she pulled him just a little closer. “Have you been struggling to sleep?”

Bingo. He’d hit the nail on the head it seemed, as the little girl in his arms cried even more. 

“E-every time I close my eyes,” she sobbed. “I see something different and it’s horrible…” she took a shuddering breath. “I’ve been trying to stay awake at night so that the nightmares don’t come.”

Hunter let out a shaky breath he didn’t know he’d been holding. “You’ve gotta get sleep, ‘Mega,” he soothed as he kept stroking her hair. 

“I’m so tired,” she mumbled as her tears slowly came to a stop, reduced to small hiccups now as she rested her head against his chest. 

An idea occurred to him, something that he hadn’t done since he and his brothers were cadets, all cowering away and petrified of Nala se. “You could always stay here for the night,” he whispered, his suggestion catching her attention. She didn’t move to look at him but nodded, wiping her eyes on the sleeve of her new pyjamas (Crosshair had insisted that she have sleeping clothes, though he wouldn’t say why he had become so interested). Shifting carefully, he set her down on the bunk next to him and went to put his back against the wall to make more space for her.

That clearly wasn’t what she’d had in mind as Omega frowned slightly and clambered over him, putting herself between him and the wall. Hunter let out a small chuff of laughter as he rolled over, letting the little girl get comfortable; by the time the pair of them had stopped fidgeting, Omega was curled into Hunter’s embrace, the arm he draped over her clutched to her chest as she hugged it like it was Lula. The sergeant was a little uncomfortable, but any thoughts of that melted away as Omega whispered something that only he could hear.

“Goodnight, buir.”

He just managed to choke back the sudden wave of emotion that washed over him. That was… unexpected. Clearing his throat, he smiled softly at the little girl in his arms. 

“Goodnight, ad’ika.”

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A week or so later Hunter was lying in bed, reading off of his holo pad. Omega’s nightmares hadn’t stopped, of course they hadn’t, but knowing that she could go to her buir when the nightmares arrived made them that much easier to cope with. It meant that he’d had to contend with having Omega, Lula and sometimes even Trooper in bed with him but if that was the price he had to pay for the girl’s comfort? So be it.

Speak of the devil, a sniffle to his right caught his attention and he looked up only to see that Omega had snuck out of her bunk and to his bed. She looked at him with pleading eyes for only a moment before he lifted his blanket. 

“Come on,” he whispered, allowing her to climb into the bed and to her usual spot between her buir and the wall. Her head rested on his chest as he continued tapping at the holo pad; he had been doing some research into a new knife he’d had his eye on, but turned that off in favour of a mind-numbing game he knew Omega enjoyed watching him play. It was a game where you had to match three blocks of the same colour in order for them to disappear and for the items trapped at the top of the screen to reach the bottom. 

He thought the little girl had drifted off to sleep, but was proven wrong when a small hand reached out and tapped three blocks on the screen. Letting out a small laugh at her antics, Hunter pressed a gentle kiss to the girls’ temple before the pair continued playing the game together, taking it in turns. He knew they’d both be tired in the morning but they had nothing planned for the day, a little lay-in wouldn’t hurt anyone. It was in moments like these that he allowed himself to make the most of the normality of it all, in the vain hope that one day he’d be able to give his little girl the childhood she deserved. 

“Love you, buir.”

“Love you too, ‘Mega.”

Yeah, he could definitely put up with sharing his bunk with his kid and her toys if it meant that he got to have moments like these.

[str4wb3rr1e]

Laundry Mat

tokio hotel x reader

the sound of the led lights buzzing over took the yellow lit room, the white walls that have faded into a dark grey color over time screaming for restoration, the white tiles on the ground having permanent shoe marks tattooed on them.

you sat there quietly, back leaned against the old washing machine, loudly tumbling your laundry.

your mascara was smudged, lipstick everywhere but your lips, eyeshadow staining your under eyes and was probably going to stay that way for at least a day.

the metal door creaked open, ‘who would do their laundry so late at night?’ you thought but yet, here you were, doing your laundry at the 24/7 open mat at 2 in the morning.

lucky for you it was your next door neighbor, at least he wasn’t a stranger. “hey…” he whispered, his voice echoed on the quiet room, “hey.” you whispered back with a soft smile.

you watched as he placed his laundry in an empty machine and threw some cents from his pockets before sliding down and sitting down in front of you.

“you alright?” he asked pulling out a cigarette from his pocket. “I don’t know… do I look alright?” you asked wiping some of the lipstick off your cheeks.

“don’t know,” he shrugged “I don’t know what ‘alright’ looks like”. he slid the cigarette pack on the floor tiles, the pack flying over towards you and hitting the bottom of your shoes. “I quit.” you mumbled sliding the pack back.

“good for you.” he chuckled trying to light his cigarette with a cheap lighter, “shoot, you have a lighter I can borrow?”.

you reached for your pocket and slid the lighter across the room, “thought you said you quit?” he smiled, “I did, yesterday.” you smiled.

“what’s up with you?” you asked as he slid the lighter back to you, “returned home late from tour.” he replied taking a long drag. you chuckled “oh yeah, forgot you’re famous.” with air quotes on ‘famous’.

“okay, just because your music taste sucks doesn’t mean we’re shit.” he chuckled throwing a lost sock towards you way, “ew!” you squealed as the sock hit the sleeve of your jacket.

you fixed your hair as your laughs faded into the room, “I’ve never heard your music anyway…” you teased, “oh yeah?” he pulled out an mp3 player from his pocket.

“you want to?” he asked plugging headphones in, “yeah, sure.” you nodded as he reached over to hand you the small device. you picked it up from his hand and put on the headphones in.

to be honest, they were good, really good. “mmm, not really my style.” you muttered, that was a lie and you knew damn well you would go home and blast the same music your called shit the whole night.

“well, everyones style is different.” he shrugged as you handed the mp3 player back. you felt bad about lying and decided to fix it by saying “but you are good, really good…”.

“yeah,” he snickered, “thanks.”

“no problem.” you chirped. the timer of the machine behind you went off, covering the entire room with a simple yet loud tune.

“my uh… my stuff is done.” you mumbled with a small smile as you stood up to gather your fresh laundry.

“hey uh,” he called behind you, “how about we go for coffee this weekend?”. you stuffed your laundry in your backpack and turned around to face him. “coffee?” you sneered, “I mean, it could be something else too, dinner maybe?” he added shoving his hands deep in his jeans front pockets.

“sure,” you replied, “dinner sounds nice.”

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a/n: writing isn’t enough I need to make a short film 😭 this can be imagined as any one of the members 💜 💜

I forgot to mention that this isn’t from the winter series, that series is going to be longer and placed in high school (older grades tho dw)

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Yandere Goth x GN! Reader Drabble

As someone who is goth, I wanted a goth yandere that reflected the subculture a lot better than I’ve seen some do. Not that others do a bad job, I like a lot of them, but they focus on the look more than the subculture itself and I wanted to reflect my experience a smidge. Word Count: 840

TW: Yandere stuff, stalking, teeth outside of the human body, anxiety mention

🖤 Yandere Goth, living just outside of a major city ends up drifting across the lamp-lit streets whenever he finds himself bored. In a sense, he likes the barren streets with the absence of loud noise and diesel in the air. It doesn’t help that his apartment is quite overstuffed with dark-inclined paraphernalia, or that he struggles to sleep most nights because he prefers to sleep from dawn to the afternoon.

🖤 Yandere Goth, who runs and manages an invite only goth club. It’s slightly elitist and snobby, but he can be very flexible when it comes to guests and the music is always killer. Luckily for him, he has the final say so in who can get in, and more importantly who he can kick out. He will eventually kick out anyone that even attempts to look at you in any way other than a slight glance. 🖤 Yandere Goth, who presents as mostly functional as far as yanderes go, but actually is just hiding all that he does for you. That guy who tried to get flirty in the club? He was “kicked out”, but so were his teeth in the back alley after he dragged him out. Heaven forbid someone attempt anything worse, it won’t end well. Though you did get gifted highly realistic tooth earrings a week later, you thought it was charming assuming the teeth were resin fakes. 🖤 Yandere Goth, sews his own attire due to the fact that there’s not many masculine goth brands that don’t cost a lot of money. Eventually he’ll offer to make you matching clothes just to touch and measure your body. He’s just obsessed with wrapping around the tape measure around all of your sensual areas, or when he rubs his hand down the unfinished muslin seams on your sides to ‘see how it fits’ or ‘if it’s too tight, which will lead to the thread to stretch and rip’. 🖤 Yandere Goth, who would genuinely explode if you allowed him to make you custom lingerie. It doesn’t matter what your gender identity is, you’re gonna be in the most intricately designed lingerie that anyone could offer… (He also definitely has made some behind your back, he keeps it on a mannequin that he got in your size in his room. When you come over he rips it off and hides it underneath his bed.) 🖤 Yandere Goth, believes heavily in the ‘DIY or die’ mentality. Makes more than just clothes including jewelry, faux-leather items, haircare, makeup, and anything he could possibly do on his own. His love language is also gift-giving, so expect to have mountains of custom gear to your tastes.

🖤 Yandere Goth, he won’t kidnap you exactly. He prefers to be more covert in isolating you. He loves you in his club, so he’ll bring you there for every event at his side. But he tries to keep you from wandering too far, irrationally nervous about what others will do or say to you. Sometimes when you sleep over, he’ll leave and lock the door from the outside. When he returns he’ll claim it was a mistake, and offer to stay longer since you’re already here. Eventually he’d try and convince you to move in. If his means of entrapment didn’t work he might try to kidnap you for real, but that would take a relationship he wasn’t confident in and a worrying amount of anxiety from him to even consider. 🖤 Yandere Goth, doesn’t like to admit this, but he really likes to stalk you in the dead of night. He never does it during the day, but he just likes to watch you sleep when he can’t. It’s almost like a dark reminder that the world around him is asleep, and that he should be getting tired. His dark clothes mask him in the night, so even if you wake up you most likely won’t see him. After he goes home, he gets the best sleep of his life, which ends up reaffirming and justifying this behavior in his mind. It’s a toxic cycle he’s gotten himself into, but if you were in an actual relationship the frequency of stalking would dramatically decrease as sleeping next to you basically knocks him out.

🖤 Yandere Goth, he prefers his desolation but he wants to share his self-induced state of loneliness with you. He pleads with whatever might be out there for you to embrace him in his coldest nights, to dance with him to the monotone bass of his favorite artists, or maybe to just have someone who seems to love him back. He promises that what you provide him, he’ll provide tenfold. Just let him love you forever, and he’ll make sure you won’t regret it… But if you reject him, expect some intense stalking followed by him taking you away where he’s sure nobody could interfere ever again.

[flightlessangelwings]

Ktober 2023 Day 13- Anonymous Sex

Ezra x fem!reader

Word count- 1.5k

Warnings- s.mut (18+ ONLY!), sex worker reader (respectfully), glory holes, oral (f receiving), squirting, multiple orgasms, creampie, protective!Ezra, petnames, praise kink, no use of y/n

Notes- This was one of the first ideas I had and one of my favorites of the month! And this one has a little hint of plot too lol! Prompt list made by me! Enjoy!

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Nerves weren’t something that normally plagued Ezra. He was usually so confident and sure of himself- he had to in order to stay alive after all. But, this wasn’t a fight to the death in the green or piloting a ship through the darkness of space. The room was dark, only lit with low lights, low music in the background, and no one spoke to another. It was only men inside, the women were… behind a wall.

Ezra couldn’t hold off his needs any longer, and thus found himself here. Looking around, he saw some men already picked out who they wanted for now. He muttered something to himself as he looked to the far end of the room, and when he saw the most beautiful pussy he had ever seen in his life, his breath was taken away.

You laid comfortably on the table as your bottom half was exposed on the other side of the wall. Your legs were strapped to the wall where the patrons were and your arms were bound on either side of you on the inside. You waited in anticipation, not seeing anything on the other side, when a sultry voice spoke to you.

“Hello my flower,” the smooth voice said as a hand caressed your thighs and ass, “I have to say, this is the most delectable and tempting pussy I have ever had the pleasure of laying my eyes on.”

You moaned as he squeezed your ass before he ran his hand across your folds. You arched your back as you felt how thick his fingers were, even before they entered you. He played with your clit a bit, rubbing it a few times before he ran his hand up and down your cunt once more.

“Beautiful,” the voice said.

Your legs twitched in their binds when he finally pushed two fingers inside you. He was gentle though, taking his time to work you open with his fingers. You whimpered when you felt him brush against all the sensitive spots inside your body, and you bucked your hips involuntarily into him.

“Eager are we?” he huffed in amusement as he pumped his fingers in and out of you.

“Oh fuck!” you moaned.

“I would be willing to gander a guess,” he spoke again, “That this pussy tastes just as delicious as it looks.”

This was the first time you’d had someone that was this much of a talker, but it actually turned you on more than anything. And it didn’t help that the voice was incredibly attractive too. And his fingers were thick. But, when the man put his lips on your pussy, licking your clit with eagerness, you screamed even louder. He swirled his tongue around your clit before he sucked hard a few times. He knew what he was doing as he ran his tongue along your pussy, just like he did with his fingers before.

“Fuck!” You screamed as you thrashed in your bounds, feeling the tingle of your climax quickly approach.

You felt him hum into you as he pumped his fingers in and out of you even faster, knowing exactly what your body was telling him. As he licked and sucked at your pussy, you came hard, gushing into his mouth with a loud cry that echoed in the space.

“I was correct,” he murmured against your skin, “Nectar from Keeva.”

Taking a breath, you thought he was going to fuck you now, but again this man surprised you. Instead, he thrust his fingers in and out of you again and attached his mouth to your cunt once more. You screamed as your legs trembled on their own, already more sensitive from having cum once.

“Oh fuck,” you moaned as your second orgasm quickly hit. And it was just as strong as the first. Again, you gushed into his mouth, and the man eagerly lapped up every last drop of your release.

“That’s it,” he purred as he kissed your inner thighs, “A goddess among men.”

As much as Ezra would have been content to stay on his knees and eat your pussy all night, his own cock screamed at him, begging for its own release. He placed one final feather-light kiss on your pussy before he stood up with a groan, pulling his fingers out of you in the process.

You whined at the loss.

“I am sorry, my goddess,” the man caressed your thighs, “Though I thoroughly enjoyed feasting on you, I do have my own needs that require attention.”

All you could do was let out a moan as you anticipated his next move. By how thick his fingers were, you were expecting an even thicker cock… and you weren’t wrong.

You cried out and arched your back as he slowly pushed himself inside you, murmuring praises as he did so. He seemed to know how big he was, as he took his time pushing his length into you.

“Fuck, my goddess,” he groaned, “You feel divine.”

Slowly at first, he pulled back and thrust forward. You gasped at the action before it dissolved into a moan. Again, he thrust once, and again you moaned.

“I feel so lucky to get to fuck this pussy,” he murmured as he started to rock into you faster, “Feels so good. So beautiful.”

You screamed as he thrust faster and harder, and your eyes rolled back into your head when he slammed into that sweet spot deep inside you. Your toes curled as you cried out even louder the more he hit that spot over and over again.

“Are you going to cum on my cock, my goddess?” he purred as he grabbed your thighs and spread them as far as he could.

“Fuck! Yes!” you screamed as your whole body trembled.

“Are you going to allow me to cum inside you, my goddess? Let me worship you the way you were meant to be worshiped?”

“Please,” you begged.

“Good girl,” he cooed as he pounded into you harder and faster, determined to send you over the edge at the same time as him.

He got his wish, and it only took a few more thrusts for you to cum hard on his cock, gushing once more. At the same time, Ezra’s own orgasm hit and he spilled himself into you, filling you up even more. He shuddered as he babbled incoherent praises and curses as he rode out both your climaxes together.

When he was spent, Ezra grunted and leaned against the wall, his cock still buried deep inside you. Panting while he caught his breath, he heard you breathing heavily on the other side of the wall. “That was incredible, my goddess,” he ran his hand along the wall and imagined it was your face he caressed.

Ezra heard you moan on the other side of the wall.

He smirked, “Perhaps,” he said coyly, “This famished man can feast upon his goddess some more?”

This was the best night you had in a long time. Perhaps ever. And you didn’t even see the man’s face.

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“Have a good night,” you bid farewell to the others as you grabbed your stuff and headed out after the end of the night. A smile lit up your face as you left more satisfied than ever before, and you had a faceless man with the smoothest voice to thank for it. Silently, you wished him well.

But your good mood was quickly soured when another man blocked your path, “You didn’t call me back, baby.”

You frowned, “I said we’re over,” you pushed him out of the way, “I’m going home, Leave me alone.”

“Oh don’t be like that, baby,” the man pleaded as he grabbed your wrist, “I can take care of you. Treat you like a queen.”

Doubt it, you thought. Especially after you were just treated like a… goddess. “Let me go!” you tried to break yourself free, but it was no use.

But suddenly, another man appeared behind him, pressing a weapon to his side, “I believe the lady told you to leave,” a familiar smooth voice spoke, “Now I will let things get messy if they need to, but I would rather not make a scene in front of the lady. Your choice.”

The man, who was so confident before, shrieked and scurried away in a panic, suddenly scared. As he ran off, you got a better look at your rescuer, and your mouth dropped open at how handsome he was. He had a lock of blond hair in his messy brown waves, soft dark eyes, a sharp strong nose, and stunning features.

“Are you alright, miss?” he asked.

You gasped as you recognized the voice.

“What is it? Are you ok?” He seemed genuinely concerned.

“Fuck,” was all you could say.

He froze, and you knew your voice was all. He placed a hand on your arm and his face softened, “Nice to meet you, I’m Ezra.”

It was like a fairytale, and your heart pounded in your chest as you gave him your name.

“Can I take you home? Or somewhere else?” he asked, “I don’t want anyone else harming my goddess. Not when I can protect her.”

Your skin warmed. You had good instincts, and something in you said that you could trust him. You nodded as you slipped a hand in his and something new started to blossom.

[avatar-anna]

summary: harry is oblivious

reposting because i may have accidentally deleted the original!

part one

"Please? I think you'll really like it if you give it a chance."

Harry shuffled uncomfortably as he stood by his car. He and Y/n were just leaving the pub they normally met at. They had a couple drinks together and talked, a typical date for the pair. They usually went their separate ways afterward, but this time Y/n had asked if he would come back to her place to watch a movie. Her favorite movie apparently.

"I don't know. Romance movies aren't really my thing," he said. The idea of sitting down and watching some sappy romance film for two hours was not at all his idea of a good time. He felt like by telling her no, he was sparing her his negative feelings and commentary about the film while they watched it.

"But it's more than a romance movie. Pride and Prejudice is a masterpiece. The acting and the story are out of this world, and the music is amazing. It—It's my favorite movie."

Harry felt really awkward. He liked spending time with Y/n, but he also really didn't want to see this movie.

Y/n could see on his face that he wasn't at all interested in watching her favorite movie with her. It hurt, seeing as she felt she was constantly going out of her comfort zone to do things he wanted to do—going to loud bars that played even louder music that wasn't exactly her favorite, seeing bands at dark clubs that had lots of smoke in them and sticky bar tops, hanging out with his friends at a different dive bar—but she wasn't going to force him to do something he didn't want to.

"You know what? I'm actually pretty tired. I don't know if I would stay up through a whole film anyway," she said, faking a yawn.

Harry, totally buying the lie, nodded. "Me too. I'll talk to you later?"

He kissed her goodbye, and they both went their separate ways. On the drive back, Y/n thought about the last month. It was good. The more she and Harry spent time together, the more she liked him. And she saw him regularly since he wasn't touring at the moment. They met at bars and pubs, or the park with his goddaughter, Lucy. And it was great, but as she got ready to meet Harry tonight, she thought about how she was always going out of her way to do what Harry wanted. Sure it was just going to the same pub a couple nights a week, but she wanted more. That wasn’t a bad thing, was it? She thought that by inviting him over to watch one of her favorite movies, they could spend their time a little differently, and maybe she could share a piece of herself with Harry.

And maybe even get him to stay the night.

Because of Lucy, Harry couldn't really spend the night. And since Y/n didn't like leaving her animals unattended, nor did she want to make things uncomfortable for Harry's goddaughter, she hadn't spent the night at his place, either. But this time Y/n knew for a fact that Lucy was at a sleepover. So she took more time to get ready for her date with Harry tonight in the hopes that he'd taken her up on her offer.

But he didn't, and now Y/n wasn't really sure how to feel. Perhaps she could've suggested a different movie, but now she just wanted to go home and overthink.

Harry didn't have to have the same taste in movies as her, she knew that, but she just wished he had said yes.

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A week later, Harry was texting Y/n while he was waiting to pick Lucy up from school.

Usually, every time a text came from her, butterflies erupted in his stomach. But for some reason, Y/n was taking longer to respond than usual. The text bubbles kept coming up, then disappearing, coming up, then disappearing. All he'd asked her was if she wanted to see one of his friends play at the pub downtown. Normally she immediately said yes, but now she was taking ages to respond. Harry had never been the type to fret over whether or not a girl would text him back, but the longer Y/n took to respond, the more his palms began to sweat.

Y/n: I'm not feeling well. Raincheck?

That made him nervous. Y/n hardly said no. If she was sick, she was sick, but this was the second time she'd said no to going on a date. Harry knew it had only been a month, but he really, really liked her. She was so kind, and so beautiful, and had such a gentle soul. He'd never felt so drawn to someone before, which was odd considering how different they were on paper. But she made him smile like no one else, and he wanted to make it work. And now she'd rejected him twice in the span of a week.

In a desperate move he didn't really think through, he pulled up Y/n's contact and called her. It took a couple of rings, but she eventually picked up.

"Harry. Hey."

Even hearing her voice brought a smile to his face. "Hi. Is everything okay?"

"Uh...Yeah. Yeah, I'm okay. I think I'm just coming down with something," she said.

Harry frowned. Y/n didn't sound sick, she sounded nervous. "Are you sure that's it? If I'm coming on too strong, and you want to slow down, you can tell me."

It was hard to admit, but maybe he was coming on too strong. He and Y/n hadn't been together all that long. Maybe by asking to hang out so much, she was starting to get sick of him. He hoped that wasn't the case.

"No, that's not it. That's not it at all," she said, but didn't elaborate.

"Well then what is it?"

"I—I know that you like me, and I don't doubt that you like me, but...I just feel like we only do things you want to do...If that makes sense."

The butterflies in his stomach died when she said that. That wasn't true, was it? "I—I don't—Is this about me not coming over to watch that movie with you the other day?"

"Kind of? I just feel like we're always going to the pub or out to a bar for drinks, or watching rock bands play in loud clubs, and I'm cool with that because I like spending time with you, but that's not really my thing. Like at all. I was trying to share something I enjoy with you by inviting you over, and you kind of just shut me down immediately," Y/n said. She sounded hesitant, like she didn't want to hurt his feelings.

"I—" Was this really how she felt? "I just thought I was doing you a favor. I don't like those kinds of movies, so I didn't want to ruin it for you. I—I thought I was being nice."

"Okay, well let me do you a favor. I don't like loud, dingy bars, so I'm staying home tonight."

How the hell did they end up here? Harry just wanted to spend time with Y/n, and now she was angry with him. Why did him not wanting to watch a movie matter so much?

"Y/n, I don't—"

"I get it, Harry. We can only hang out if it's something you want to do," she said. "I'll talk to you later."

And then she hung up.

Harry was more confused than upset. He thought things were good, but clearly he was wrong.

"Hey, Wiggles!"

The back door to his car opened, and Lucy slid inside, strapping herself into her seat. It took Harry a second to recover from the phone call and respond to Lucy, but that was all it took for her to notice something was wrong.

"What's up with you?"

“Don’t worry about it,” he said, putting the car in drive and pulling away from the school parking lot.

“It’s Y/n isn’t it?” Lucy replied. “Did she break up with you?”

“No! Just drop it, Lucy,” Harry said, a tad bit too harshly.

Lucy did finally stop talking, crossing her arms and looking out the window angrily. Harry immediately felt bad, but he was too pissed off and upset by his phone call with Y/n to apologize.

The drive to Harry’s house was awkward and quiet, a rare occurrence for the two of them. Lucy usually told Harry all about her classmates and everything they did to annoy her at school that day.

When they finally made it, Harry opened the door for Lucy. She stormed past him without a word, opening the front door to his house and slamming it. Sighing, Harry grabbed his goddaughter's backpack and followed her inside. It seemed he had some making up to do with both of his favorite girls.

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“Lucy. I’m sorry. Please let me in,” Harry said from the other side of the door.

Lucy had her own room in his house, as she often stayed with him. He spoiled her rotten, her bedroom every kid her age’s dream. Well, kind of. Lucy was a neat freak and had a decaf coffee addiction, so her room was spotless and had minimal toys, but it was what she wanted, so Harry of course gave it to her. He was currently on the outside of it, though, waiting for his goddaughter to let him in.

“Go away.”

Leaning his head against the door, Harry took a deep breath before saying, “You were right. My mood was because of Y/n.”

Harry knew that admitting Lucy was right was a sure way to get her to open the door. And it worked, the door clicking open a couple seconds later. Her eyes were red, and Harry’s heart melted at the sight. He hated making Lucy upset.

Sniffling, she asked, “What did you do?”

“Now, why do you assume it was something I did?” he asked with a grin.

Lucy rolled her eyes, recovering quickly. “Because you're a man. Duh.”

“Well, why don't I explain, and you can tell me what I did wrong," he suggested, hoisting her up onto his hip. She was a little old for that, but she enjoyed being carried from place to place every now and again.

Harry set her down in the kitchen so he could start on dinner. Lucy “managed” as she always did, watching as he moved about the kitchen. While he cooked, he loosely explained his phone call with Y/n. Perhaps it was a little odd to be confiding in a ten year old, but Lucy liked being included and Harry didn't really mind sharing.

“I’d be mad at you too,” Lucy finally said.

“I don’t get why, though,” Harry said. “I thought things were fine.”

“Have you ever taken Y/n out on an actual date?”

That stopped Harry in his tracks. “What do you mean? Of course we've been on dates.”

Lucy's face was completely unconvinced. “I think your idea of a date and the rest of the female population’s idea of a date might be very different. Maybe she feels like just another one of your friends.”

Squinting down at his goddaughter, Harry said, “What do you know about dating, hm? Do I need to scare off any boys? Girls?”

Harry teased and played with Lucy the rest of the night. When she went to bed, though, he had much to think about.

Was he not a good boyfriend? Harry thought he and Y/n were getting along really well, but maybe Lucy had a point. Maybe meeting and talking at pubs wasn't enough. What did Y/n call them? Dingy? How did he not realize that she wouldn't like something like that? He'd never been the dating type, so he didn't really know what to do when it came to this kind of thing. He thought just spending time together would be sufficient, but apparently not.

Y/n gardened and sold flowers for a living. She had a pet cow and taught Lucy how to make flower crowns and crochet little hats and bandanas. She wore pastels and pink and champagne-colored shimmer on her eyes. How did he ever think that she would enjoy a dark bar that only served three kinds of beer or a concert with a mosh pit? Harry liked them just fine, but that made him even more aware of the fact that he was so different than Y/n.

Curiously, Harry turned on his TV as he got into bed. He searched for the movie Y/n had wanted to watch with him, hoping to understand her better.

Harry was sure he would fall asleep as the opening song began to play, but he didn't. He stayed up for the whole thing, watching aptly as the story played out.

Much to his surprise, Harry actually liked the movie. He didn't think that historical romance movies would be something he would enjoy, but there was something about it. The longing, the earnestness, and yes, he had to admit that the love story that played throughout was good too, and he could see someone like Y/n loving everything about this movie.

But it also had him thinking. Was that what Y/n wanted? A Mr. Darcy type? Most of Harry’s upper body was covered in tattoos, his hair was long and unruly, he once had an eyebrow piercing. He was in no way anything like the main character. He was clearly in no way a romantic. What did Y/n see in him?

Before he could think, Harry picked up the phone and called Y/n. She picked up after two rings.

“Harry? It's kind of late. What are you—”

“I’m not like him,” he said abruptly.

“Like who?”

“That guy in the movie. I’m not like him at all. And I—I don’t want to be. I like who I am.”

“I like who you are too, Harry,” she said, not acknowledging the fact that he watched her favorite movie. "Do you—Do you think I don't like you?"

"Well, no, I just thought because you love this movie so much was because of what's his name—"

"Mr. Darcy?"

"Yeah him. He's all posh and stuff, and I—"

"While I find your insecurity slightly adorable, I'm gonna have to stop you," Y/n said. "Harry, I didn't ask you to watch the movie with me because I was trying to change you or anything like that. I just wanted to spend time with you outside of a club or dive bar."

"Oh," Harry said. Well that was a lot more sensible than his downward spiral.

"Yeah 'Oh.' Do you really think I'm that shallow?"

Blushing, he said, "No."

"Good. Now, aside from that, did you like it?"

Harry stayed up longer than he normally did to talk to Y/n about the movie, and a bunch of other things. By the end of the second hour, he knew it was getting a little late, but he didn't want to hang up.

"If you're up for it, maybe we could watch a movie together instead of going to that dingy pub on Friday," he said, trying to stifle a yawn.

"Oh, Harry, I'm so sorry for being so mean earlier. I enjoy spending time with you so much, I just—"

"I know, I get it now. Our dates need a little more variety. And less loud music"

"Well, maybe more than a little variety," Y/n joked. "Maybe I can plan the next date? No romance movies, I promise."

Something in Harry settled at her suggestion. "That sounds nice. If I wasn't obvious, I'm kind of terrible at this dating stuff."

"You're not terrible. You're very sweet, and you watched my favorite movie all by yourself. You wouldn't have done that if you didn't care."

Harry blushed. "Thanks."

"Not to mention all the tattoos and the long hair and the muscles and the eye liner—"

"Okay, okay, I get it. Thank you, and thank you for being honest," Harry said. He really did appreciate her honesty instead of just giving up on him altogether.

"Of course. And next time follow my lead when I invite you over late at night to watch a movie, okay? Odds are, we probably won't be watching much of anything."

Y/n hung up before Harry could respond. His eyes were wide as he stared at his hands in disbelief. He really was an idiot.

[oh-saints]

sweetest devotion (p.1)

despite being written on paper, arranged marriages don't really have a guidance entailed. and mason was trapped into navigating the direction of this huge ship alone.

playboy!mason mount x princess!OC

word count: 2.0k

tw: as mentioned in the masterlist only, but extramarital affair to a marriage of convenience for this chapter

note: due to a stupid accident that costed my wrist, sorry for the long delay but here it is! i promised you next part's longer but hope you enjoy it nonetheless. as usual, i happen to write at dawn so this is not beta-read yet.

tags: @missgaygurl @pingyu-in-wonderland <3 (lemme know if you want to be added!)

sweetest devotion masterlist here <<prologue here - part 2 here>>

but face proven to be not everything needed in this holy institution called marriage.

especially not when the woman-in-question didn’t show that pretty face any where near mason throughout the second week.

mason never thought his marriage would turn out like this, though.

mainly because during the first week, mason and serena managed to stay civil—serena, for the sake of the baby; mason, for the sake of his life. because let’s be honest, there was too much at stake if they fucked up.

but truthfully, mason actually had a glimpse of what their marriage could look like, should they work together immaculately, so he didn’t think he had a point to complain. he reaped the benefits such as having his laundry taken care of—which he once admitted publicly was a total bummer when he was living alone because it’d mean he had to do it by his own self—while she was sheltered nicely and comfortably from the harsh punishment hanging on her head like a bounty.

well, at least until the mastermind behind the grand plan went missing.

no prior words, prior warning or whatsoever.

and mason was left dumbstruck. because now, what the hell was he supposed to do in this house without being reminded that he now couldn’t go out as much as he liked to? or the fact that he couldn’t pop into some upcoming hit nightclub for a relieve of his own without jeopardising both his and serena’s life?

fucking hell, he groaned before landing a well-placed punched to the sandbag he stored in his home gym. lately the poor thing was his only solace to the burning rage boiling that was threatening to combust. he’d never hated himself for what he’d done to his own life more than that precise moment.

once, someone told him that the most dangerous taste in life was the taste of freedom. and god were they right—he’d exchange everything in possession to have his premarital life and the freedom he was entitled with back in his hold. fuck what they said about his reputation of painting the town red.

“mase!” ben’s chirpy voice over the call clearly indicated he was drunk and in need of help. “you should come to the factory! she’s here!”

mason didn’t think twice to put on his usual clubbing garb at ben’s information and pulled out his Lamborghini from his driveway towards his and ben’s favourite nightclub.

and ironically, the place where it all begin for mason and serena.

but if serena was having fun at the night club, he deserved the right to ruin his steak of sombre nights. did he not?

“mason!” ben chilwell had to scream for his name to beat out the pounding music but his ears had never been more familiar at the loud voices more than now. “you’re here!”

“where’s she?”

ben’s smile grew wider at mason’s question. the left-back might not know the reason behind mason’s rash decision to get married—he initially thought the young star was only not wanting to pass up the chance to tie down a princess—but one thing that he did know was that mason mount was like a moth to the fire whenever she was involved in the scene.

“over at the bar!”

mason’s scanned the said bar, and his heart fell at the sight of her. because she wasn’t who mason was looking out for; she wasn’t serena. and all his plan getting even to serena he initially planned went evaporating into the air.

she happened to have the name of elena, the very and only woman who mason dared to describe closest as his lover, despite their constant on-and-off nature.

and ironically, the very reason mason and serena happened the first place.

if it wasn’t because of her dumping him—for the nth time—mason wouldn’t have sought the company of another woman in his bed. he wouldn’t have hunted serena, the prettiest commodity the factory had accrued that night, down on a Friday night too long ago.

elena peered over her shoulder, her eyes gave out away the hidden surprise at the sight of mason coming to the nightclub. surely, the newlywed didn’t come alone, did he?

mason was supposed to feel accustomed to this game of her. it was her signature move—giving off a glance over her shoulder, looking smoulderingly sexy as she did so.

mason knew what was coming, her selling off herself to the highest bidder. and he wasn’t supposed to fall into the jealousy trap of seeing endless men courting her anymore.

but he did, helplessly, like icarus flying too close to the sun. and before he realised it himself, mason had already circled his arms around her waist, surrendering himself to the devil in prada shoes as he lost himself to the demonic sensation of having elena’s lips on his, sloppy kisses be damned.

this was normalcy for mason.

this was what he could’ve had, and he’d never hated serena more than now for stealing this away from him.

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for the rest of the week, going back to elena’s place was all mason did. god knows doing what, but if whatever-it-was brought back the happy spirit to mason’s body and his old self, the rest of the Chelsea team didn’t question it.

only when he needed a fresh change of clothes did he come back to his home, did he realise serena was already back occupying the 1st floor of the building. he might not see her in flesh and blood, but the fresh scent of lavender told more than words could never convey.

he dashed for his bedroom, putting his pieces of clothing as much as the duffel bag let him to, before heading out again towards elena’s place. mason managed to reconcile for the good now—because elena also realised that having mason in the arms of anyone else didn’t settle with her well—so he didn’t want to waste time away from her anymore.

halfway downstairs, mason got stopped by serena’s figure at the other end of the stairs. the woman looked like she was going to catch up on mason, but as her eyes travelled to his packed bag, mason noticed she was dawning in the reality.

good, he thought inwardly. it should serve her place.

mason let another 10 seconds passed by before he continued galloping down the stairs, breezed past serena the way she left him a week ago—empty. indifferent.

like nothing.

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weeks passed and it was another weekly dose of mason fetching another pack of his clothes.

mason had certainly hired a cleaner so he could dump his dirty clothes one week and get another set of fresh clothes the next. despite his indifference towards serena, he prided himself on sparing her the smell of another woman standing in between them like the elephant in the room.

as soon as his feet graced the living room, a messy bun he wasn’t familiar at all was what came to his eyes, the hair colour so striking in the midst of mason’s all-white living room. while it wasn’t unusual, serena had never bothered crossing his way whenever he was back home to do this, as if they’d silently fallen into an inexplicable routine.

only at times like that was he grateful of marrying the right person. the princess’ pedigree certainly didn’t lie.

but still giving him her back, the owner of the highlighted scene spoke up. “you’re home.”

if serena wasn’t spurting the obvious information, mason would’ve shrunk at how eerily chilled her voice was. “you think?”

mason’s voice didn’t bother her at all—just like any other time during their short pre-wedding prep, the only time when he questioned her unwavering resolve only to be answered by “it’s just who I am.”

she just stood from her place so gracefully like a feather dancing ballet. “good, because we need to talk.”

“about what?”

“about us,” mason was seriously questioning how the hell she could spin her body into facing him with shoulders so squared she would’ve put kendall jenner to shame. “boundaries and all.”

oh, the audacity, mason scoffed. “the time of talking was a week ago, serena, which—in case you forget—was the time when you decided to disappear from the face of the earth.”

mason’s jab at her didn’t shake off her resolve, still. “where were you?”

“why do you care?”

“I care because the palace called,” mason appreciated she cut to the point because elena would be waiting for the dinner reservation he made for them. “I don’t care about you keeping a lover, mistress or whatever it is outside this house as long as you keep it under the wraps.”

shit, the palace must’ve found out somehow about him and elena. or the paparazzi did, who then contacted the palace to release the pictures. alas, mason must’ve been too reckless lately about his rendezvous. “okay.”

“and as long as you are to show up for the social gatherings the royal family may see fit,” this one, mason had to groan. who said marrying a princess was going to be a good stroke to his ego? “if it kills you so much, we can mingle for an hour tops before citing I’m not feeling well.”

“I don’t have problem with that,” the footballer crossed his arms as he bit back his response. he couldn’t possibly spew off his honest reaction at this time, not when this topic came up due to his carelessness. “I take it that includes my public appearances?”

“I’m not going to tail you to every of them if you don’t want me to,” yes, good, don’t come. “I’ll only go to where it concerns your club.”

“okay,” mason sighed, shifting his weight from his left leg to the right one, indicating he was uncomfortable and wanted to end this conversation already. “anything else?”

“that is all,” serena shook off her head before directing her feet to move towards her room. “good night, mason.”

“where were you, anyway?” serena halted her steps at mason’s question. “the past week?”

“why do you care, mason?”

mason knew serena only did that to get back at him but it still annoyed the hell of him. “just answer the damned question.”

“I was hospitalised.”

what? “how?”

“I fell off the stairs.”

what the fuck?! and she didn’t bother to share this piece of information? “okay… how about—”

“the baby? they’re safe, mason,” serena felt the need to turn around to show that she had indeed been doing a good job becoming a mother, no matter how bad mason was at doing his job as the father. “need not worry about it.”

serena might not show it in her words but mason could feel the slight annoyance at the way she turned herself around to him, to blatantly show him that all the reasons he didn’t need to put the blame on her for endangering their child. and it rubbed off in all the wrong way to mason because why was he getting the sticks now?

“I was meaning to ask how about we tell each other about our whereabouts, Jesus Christ,” mason grunted under his breath. serena was truly testing his patience this time… “your beloved palace surely wouldn’t appreciate it if you have a bad husband that doesn’t at least know where you are, no?”

that, serena could take a good moot point when she saw one.

but before serena could open a negotiation to mason’s suggestion, the man shook off his head as he dragged his feet towards his own bedroom. “hospital, of all places… good God.”

next chapter contains:

“how about having your friends over?”

“mason,” serena sighed, a bitter smile making its way to her face. “you’re the closest thing I have to a friend.”

mason couldn’t hide his surprise at her admission. despite being drunk, mason did remember that she went to the club where he was at, the night that led to their situation now, with so many people in tow. “didn’t you have so many friends when going to the club?”

bitter smile still intact, serena looked up this time and levelled mason’s gaze. “welcome to the lonely life of a princess, mason mount.”

[caesariawritesstuff]

Friend

Summary: Edward Nigma isn't one for making friends. But you can't help but feel like there's a small sliver of friendship developing between the two of you.

Content Warning: Platonic Relationships

Word Count: 1.3k

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The Iceberg Lounge was crowded. A sea of people wandered around, drinks in hand as they swayed to the rhythm of the music. In the center of the room was a large pool of water, an iceberg at the center, complete with penguins waddling about. Normally, you would’ve enjoyed the sight. But tonight was different. You weren’t good with crowds. There was always too much small talk, too much noise, too much of everything. A nervous knot twisted in your stomach, and you shifted in your seat, glancing at Edward beside you.

He sat back in his chair, a bored look on his face, one hand balancing between his cane and his chin. His green suit was vibrant and pristine, his Bowler hat not a hair out of place. But unlike you, you knew he only hated being here because it was dull, because he believed his mind better than engaging in such formal social events. But, you’d been the one to encourage him to come. Being invited to the Iceberg Lounge on account of Oswald Cobblepot’s latest victorious heist was one you didn’t think Edward should pass up – not when he’d supplied Cobblepot with a special device that let his goons bypass several high-tech security systems. Edward got his cut of the money, of course.

You reached forward, grabbing your glass of wine and taking a small sip. The sweet taste of citrus and lemon notes exploded on your tongue. Your gaze slid back to Edward; he didn’t normally drink, but tonight there was a glass tumbler resting on the table in front of him.

“How much longer do we have to stay here?” he asked.

“Just a little longer,” you assured him, but it felt like you were telling yourself more. Unlike him, you made your way in the criminal underworld by talking to people face-to-face in business deals, trading your own information for their services. But talking to people face-to-face about what you knew and felt comfortable with was very different than being in a room filled with people.

“I can’t believe I let you drag me here,” he sighed, looking a bit like a child forced to attend Sunday church services. “I can feel my synapses melting away.”

“Oh, stop,” you shushed him, smiling. He glanced at you, but the very hint of a smile twitched at the corner of your mouth.

“Very well, I suppose I can deal with this for a little while longer. I do owe you for the information you procured for me, after all,” he said.

You nodded. “That’s right. You do owe me,” you said. Not only a long with the small criminal empire you ran, acting as an information handler for Edward was something you’d never expected to fall into it, but, well…you didn’t mind. And his pay was fair enough.

Turning your attention back to the rest of the room, that knot in your stomach tightened. You sipped your wine again, desperately hoping the alcohol would help loosen you up, not make you feel so nervous…but instead, it only worsened your anxiety. The hairs on your neck stood on end and you glanced around, gaze flickering between the dim lights, the bodies, all the noise – it was too much. Too overwhelming. You glanced over to find Edward suddenly occupied with speaking to Oswald, who’d wandered over, his laughter loud and bellowing throughout the room.

The two men were so engaged in discussion that you quietly slipped out of your seat, heading through the room. You pushed through the crowd, a bead of sweat rolling down your brow. You swallowed a sudden wave of nausea threatening to overcome you. You needed a breather, something to focus on that wasn’t the loud music, the lights, the everything.

When you made your way towards the front of the lounge, you came to a set of stairs leading to the main floor. It was empty, save for a few bouncers standing by the door, arms folded behind their backs, stern looks on their faces. You sucked in a breath and walked halfway down the steps, before sitting down. Your silk black dress shimmered against the lights, crinkling as you sat. Alone, away from everyone else, that knot in your belly finally unwound, loosening just a bit. Enough for some of your nerves to melt away. You put your face in your hands and sighed, cheeks burning; what a pathetic fool you must look like to everyone else, too overwhelmed by a party to handle staying longer than an hour.

You’re not sure how long you sat there, head in your hands, until a voice said your name. You looked up, a gasp escaping your lips, startled – but it was Edward standing there, towering over you, resting his weight on his cane.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, one eyebrow quirked upward.

“Nothing,” you lied, looking away. “I was just, uh, taking a phone call.” You said, tucking your shaking hands under your thighs so he wouldn’t see.

He studied you carefully, blue eyes examining every inch of you. “My dear, you’re a terrible liar. And you left your phone at the table.” He smirked, holding out your phone for you to take.

Shit. “Thanks,” you sighed, taking it from him.

“So. Are you going to tell me why you’re lying to me and sitting here all alone?” he asked.

You opened your mouth to answer him, but quickly shut it. Hesitated to answer, to show your weakness to Edward Nigma, of all people. He rolled his eyes and snapped his fingers, drawing the attention of a nearby waiter. But you were too out of it – too lost in your anxiety attack to focus on what he was doing. Your legs and hands trembled, and you bit your lip, as if it was the only thing you could focus on.

A moment later, Edward was suddenly sitting beside you on the steps. “Here,” he said, handing you a small glass of cool, clear liquid. “Drink.”

“What is it?” you asked.

He sighed. “Don’t ask questions, just drink it.”

You hesitated, but brought the glass to your lips and sipped – a second later, you realized it was water. Just water. Cool and soothing as it traveled down your throat. Exactly what you needed, some hydration to help clear your thoughts.

Before you could pull the glass away, he raised his brows and said, “All of it.” His voice was sharp, commanding.

You nodded, but downed the rest of the glass. When you were finished, you set it aside and asked, “There. You happy now?”

“Yes, actually, I am. So. Are you going to tell me why you’re here?”

“I…don’t really like parties,” you answered.

He chuckled lowly. “You don’t like parties, and yet you’re the one who forced us to come here?”

“I didn’t force you,” you shot back. “I thought it’d be good for you to make an appearance.”

“Yes, yes, you’ve made that quite clear,” he replied. “And yet that small mind of yours can’t even handle a simple party.”

“I know, I know. You don’t have to rub it in,” you sighed.

“I’m not,” he said. “But if you want me to, I can—”

“All right Edward, I get it,” you said. He smirked. For the slightest moment, you felt something shift between the two of you. You weren’t sure what it was, but…you’d never expected Edward Nigma to be the comforting sort of person.

But here he was, sitting on the steps. Getting you water. Asking how you were doing. Perhaps there was some good in him, after all.

Edward stood, holding out his hand to you. “I think we’ve made enough of an appearance, haven’t we?”

“I think so, too,” you said. You smiled and took his hand, and he pulled you to your feet. But Edward let go and led you out of the Iceberg Lounge. And for the first time since allying with Edward, he didn’t feel like just an ally. He felt like a friend.

[eldritch-spouse]

I have acquired a new thought... Y/N singing out lord near the lords.

I will start with my favorite and his imp.

The Queen does her daily stuff singing her favorite tracks out loud (obviously slutty songs).

Like her just going around the bathroom with a MP3 or her phone (idk how that works on hell, could be any other device for music) normally. But a song gets played and she starts singing out loud (not idol level but passable).

Just randomly going "Tight as a virgin boy dont get nervous, im here to serve you costumer service, I save dick by giving it CPR, put my mouth on it like CPR" or "My dick is big, my dick, my dick is very big"

What would Lacai and Vesper's reaction be? Would they know the song and join?

They're both so used to it, especially Lacai. Believe it or not, you're not the only one that goes around singing those, he's not likely to bat an eye at first. In fact, if you mess up the lyrics he'll audibly correct you while working. Lacai likes the sound of your singing voice, and it's good that you're in high-spirits, but he's very desensitized.

Vesper has a habit of humming those under his breath all the time, he's mostly just elated the two of you have similar tastes in music. He can sing them with you occasionally, when he's got nothing better to do than bumble around.

Naturally, if Zizz makes an effort to stay awake longer just so he can spend the maximum amount of time possible with you, then he's going to try to stay up for the lullaby too- But let's face it, he'll crash immediately.

He may wake up to you singing, and in that case, he'll try to stay as still as possible, but you can probably hear his tail whooshing around.

Zizz won't sing them out loud, but he might hum along, rarely. He likes to stroke your hair while you sing.

Breg's definitely going to attribute meaning to what you sing, so you might not want to sing about things like "leaving forever", or any such lyrics.

You'll be surprised by how quickly he joins, even if he likely doesn't know the lyrics. He's just very excited to do it with you- You can't get the other vocalizations he makes, so Breg sees singing as a way the two of you can vocalize feelings beyond just words.

He's a great singer, unknowingly so, because the vocal range of a breeder far surpasses that of a human- So it's easy for him to hit notes people usually have to train for a while to perfect. He's just happy to spend quality time with you.

[smallestapplin]

KICKS DOOR DOWN

I CANT SLEEP ITS 3AM

Honestly y'know what I would really love? I just want to bake bread with Ingo. I want to be happy and domestic and feel loved and enjoy nice warm bread with someone after putting in work to bake it.

So,,, Ingo x male/gn reader and they make bread together please? Thank u so much ur writing is a godsend to my lonely ass ❤️🙏

- Tofu Anon

I love domestic shit so much 😭 (I also cannot sleep, and it’s also 3am for me rn.)

M!reader, reader gets called husband and prince, cause Ingo is about loving his partner 😤

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The kitchen is filled with the warmth of the oven preheating, along with the sound of music playing softly, though it’s being drowned out by laughter.

“Hold on hold on, I can make this better.” You’re quick to say, rushing back to the messy ingredients.

Ingo sighs, chuckling at your antics.

“I don’t understand why-“

“Ingo, baby, you wore a black apron, for making bread, it’s not gonna be staying black for long.”

Ingo lets out a playful huff, that’s cut off by his offended gasp as you take your now flour coated hand, and draw a smiley face on his darkly colored apron.

“There! Now we are ready to get cookin!”

He can’t help but laugh, before moving to help you make bread.

However, it was no secret that it would take longer than normal, especially with how you two can hardly keep your hands to yourselves.

Ingo stays behind you, chin on your shoulder with his arms around you, helping you knead the dough.

The stoic man feels his lips twitch, threatening to smile at how you keep giggling and laughing.

“What has you laughing like this?”

“This is just so much fun! Especially with you.”

You lean back against him, pressing your back against his chest with a smile. Ingo takes that moment to kiss you, his lips pressed sweetly against yours.

You hum, tasting the faint traces of honey on his lips, from his ingredient sampling earlier.

You pull away, reluctantly so, staring into this beautiful silver eyes of his, feeling his warmth and love.

“Dear, I hate to tell you, but you have flour on your back now.”

You jump away from him with a loud groan.

“Oh you are just the worst!” Your voice light, trying to keep up the act as you shake your shirt, trying to get most of it off.

“My husband calling me the worst? How cold, how cruel, of him.” His voice nothing but teasing, as he goes back to working on the bread.

It’s been so long, but you can’t help but bury your face in his back, whining at being called his.

“My love, it’s been two years, and I call you that nearly every day. You reactions never fail to make my heart race though.”

He’s right, your reactions are always so cute, and leave him falling deeper in love. Just seeing how you react to being called his husband, never fails to make him a little flustered.

“You have no right! You’re my husband too ya know.”

Ingo can feel his face burning.

He knows you’re right, seeing as how he acts the exact same when you call him that too.

You both continue on, buttering a pan and setting the dough neatly inside it. Now to wait for it to rest. In the meantime you both clean up, and making sure to take off the flour covered aprons to avoid another incident.

Once that was done, Ingo turns to you, watching you wash your hands.

He can’t believe he got so lucky to meet a someone like you, someone so kind, so sweet, so funny, you’re truly the light of his life, he’s so happy he married you.

“Stop staring at me.” Your soft voice breaks him from his trance.

You look so bashful under his stare, he can’t help but find you perfect.

You hear Ingo walk away, before hearing the music being turned up. Your ears perk up to him walking back to you, before your hand is grab and your world spinning as you’re twirled around.

“May I have this dance, my prince?”

You breathlessly chuckle, smiling so brightly at your husband.

“Of course, my love.”

It’s like the world disappears, leaving just you and Ingo. He moves with grace, gently swaying you around the kitchen.

Even having been with the subway boss for so long, he still knows how to make you swoon. Your laughter fills the kitchen, as Ingo dips you down, kissing you once more, stealing what little breath you had left.

Before lifting you up and twirling you out of his arms as the song comes to a close. But he still holds your hands, making sure to kiss the backs of them with his eyes never leaving yours.

“No fair, you kiss me so much, but you never let me return the favor. How can I shower my beloved in affection in these conditions?”

The stoic man simple laughs, he knows you’ll get him back for all this, but for right now he wants to enjoy this.

Bread having been left to rest, is now perfect for the oven, which you both happily do, setting a timer real quick, before moving to the living room.

You push Ingo to the couch, flipping on top on him. His deep chuckle rumbling in his chest, as you squirm up and get cozy.

Your face buried into his neck, with your hands gripping his shirt. His own arms around you, holding your tightly to him.

The house smells so good with the honey flavored bread, slowly wafting through the air.

Ingo is going to hate having to get up, or to let you up, he likes holding you, and doesn’t want to stop.

It’ll come eventually, but for right now he just wants to bask in your presence.