#and the ghost level i fw the ghost level

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I can talk about Dust so much you can't even imagine

i am so serious when i beat the game for the first time i genuinely cried so hard i couldn't breathe and it might have been the first time a game ever made me emotional

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SIMON TAKING HIS DAUGHTER TO BASE

{✧} dad!simon once again, no one faint i don’t have insurance coverage. soap may be able to fireman lift you home.

{✧} i just wanted to write something with his work and daughters combined and thought, hmm the idea of war, blood and death doesn’t quite match up to a five year old. therefore, this was born. if you don’t fw it don’t tell me, i’ll nosedive into a pit of lava without hesitation. happy reading, kids.

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“Right,” Simon crouched down to his daughter's level, taking her small hands in his. “You stay with dad, yeah?” His finger tapped the side of her nose, the two of them stood by his jeep outside of the base. This was not allowed. He knew that.

But — today was dedicated to paperwork in his office, that was the sole purpose of coming in on his time off. The only issue being, it was a day off for someone else too. His kid. “Can you do that for me?” Thumb smoothing across her cheek, standing back up upon her nod. 

“What are we even doing?” She took his extended hand and swung her arms, watching as he swiped a pass through a reader and pressed down on the bar of the door to open it. “How long will we be?”

“It shouldn’t take long, lovie.” He looked down at his little girl. “Just stay with me. Don’t let go of my hand.” Her grip tightened and Simon crossed through seemingly endless corridors and rooms to little eyes, each passing soldier giving her father a firm nod followed by an utterance of ‘sir’ in acknowledgement. She found herself looking into every crevice she could find on their voyage, straying from his side a few times to touch things. 

“Where’s uncle Soap?” For every two of Simon’s steps, five of her own were taken, little feet switching between hops and skips each time. 

“Not a clue.” Simon mumbled more to himself, looking around corners and turning his shoulder with every voice. “He’s here somewhere. ‘M sure he’ll find you first, kid.” She nodded, trailing her finger across the wall until they had reached his office. “Right,” He continued, fumbling in his pocket for a set of keys. “We won’t be long here, alright?” 

“A’right.” She said enthusiastically, her own accent mirroring his and following him into the room. Simon hung by the door for a moment, arm above the threshold to hold himself out. 

“Johnny.” He shouted after a group of men, his sergeants mohawk a dead give-away. Soap turned around instantly, something between a respectful soldier and a puppy. Ghost nodded back to his office, planting a hand on his daughter’s shoulder when she had stood next to him, on her tiptoes to see over the passing men. She was barely up to Simon’s waist. 

“See him?” His hand moved to her back, eyes flitting between her own and Soap who was wrapping up a conversation, her smile growing to a grin when he had crouched down in the now clear corridor — slapping his knees before holding his arms out. 

“C’mere you.” His hardy Scottish accent echoing in the bleak narrowness. She ran toward him, shrieking laughter as he tickled her sides, undeniably gathering a fair amount of attention from soldiers in close proximity. “Alright sweetheart?” Johnny picked her up, holding her against his hip and walking back to Simon’s office. “Is she allowed to be here?”

“No.” Simon answered, holding the door wide for him. 

“No one’ll say anything anyway.” Johnny let her down. “Ae, missy?” 

She shrugged, moving behind Simon’s desk and climbing onto the seat, small hands fidgeting with the pens that were lying around. Ghost placed his hands on his hips. The dark hoodie he wore was usual, minus the bulky tac vest and belt. “You busy?” 

“Will be in,” Soap held his arm up, checking his watch. “Fifteen minutes.” 

Simon nodded, looking toward his daughter who had found post-it notes, clicking a pen and doodling across multiple of them. “If you see Price, tell him I'll only be twenty. Maximum.” His eyes hadn’t left her, nodding in approval once she had held up her drawing to him. A stickman.

“Will do, Lt.” Soap crossed his arms over his chest and shifted in his stance. “She’s looking more and more like you. Getting big.” He mumbled the last part, shaking his head slowly as if time had passed like he was a pensioner. 

“Hm,” Simon grunted in response. “I’ll see you before I leave, yeah?’ 

“No bother.” Soap saluted the little girl, taking a post-it she had held up toward him. “Is that me?” He pointed toward himself, folding it and slipping the note into the pocket of his tac vest after she had nodded. 

“You’re leaving?” 

“I have to darlin’.” His thumb caressed her cheek, taking the discarded pen and doodling his own drawing of her. “Whose that?” He smiled, sliding the post-it toward her. 

“That’s not me.” She giggled, pushing it back toward him with a grin. “You’re bad at drawing.” 

Simon tsked, moving behind his desk and picking her up to sit on his lap. “Eh! That is so you!” Soap’s accent bounced off the walls causing an eruption of laughter from the little girl and Simon turned the computer monitor further toward him. Thick arms huge next to hers that clung onto them to get a better view of the desk. 

A short knock sounded through the room and Johnny moved from the door, hands clasped together as Price walked in. His eyes and demeanor instantly softened at the sight. “Kept this one quiet, Simon.” He chuckled, taking short steps forward to pass him some documents stamped with red classified text. 

She smiled at Price although shyed into Simon’s neck, “What is this?” He asked, bouncing his knee up and down to subconsciously entertain his daughter.

“Read it later.” He instructed, nodding once at his sergeant. “Johnny, aren’t you on drill today?” Price stood with his legs a good distance apart, thumbs slotted into his pockets to splay fingers wide over his thighs. 

“Ten minutes, sir.” 

“And Simon, you’re eh— you’re off aren’t you?” Price continued, smiling at his daughter who was staring up at him with small hands clung to her dads neck. “Take it you’re not here for long.” 

He shook his head, leaning back in the chair with hands behind his head. “Just ten minutes or somethin’, finishing these off before Monday.”

“Right.” He nodded. “Mind and not stay for long, yeah? You’re scheduled off for a reason.” Soap held the door open for him, watching as he left with a cautious look on both sides of the corridor before stepping out. 

Soap leaned out of the door, eyes following the captain until he was out of view, spinning back on his heel to Simon. “Open it.” Came his intrusive thoughts, nodding toward the classified envelope that had been tossed to the side. 

“No.”

“Aw c’mon, we’re both 141.” He slid a seat out in front of the desk, “Just open it.” The letter opener was spun across the desk. “Ae?” Face scrunched up in a convincing nod toward Simon’s daughter. Although, she was busy attempting to climb onto the desk, and would’ve had her fathers hand not prevented it with one swoop. “Tell your dad to open the wee letter.” 

“Open the wee letter.” She repeated, maneuvering onto her back across his lap and slowly sliding down onto the floor.

Johnny held his hands out in a way that proved his own innocence, as if that saying was her own doing. “The boss has spoken.” He gestured toward the little girl who stood on her tiptoes to look out the small window. 

“Haven't you got drills to run?” Simon said bluntly, dotting his pen and blankly staring at Soap.

“Oh shit.” He pushed the chair in haphazardly. 

“You’re leaving now?” 

Johnny nodded toward the small girl who held her fist out for him to bump his on. A habitual thing learnt by none other than the Scotsman himself, much to Simon’s unreasonable displeasure.

“Shit.” She mumbled to herself.

“Johnny.” Simon scowled. 

“Catch ye, Lt!” 

i’m clawing the walls for price.

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mina I need a story time on everything u JUST SAID

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K so there’s this guy i was talking to for a lil bit his name was BRANDON im exposing him cause he was an actual dickhead andddd i only began talking to him because my sister knew his sister and she was like he’s rlly nice you should talk to him blahhhh and i was like noooo but she gave him my number and he texted me and i had no clue who he was so i texted him back

Long story short i had a convo w him and he called me and he was fine i didn’t like him romantically but we had decent conversation so i would hang out with him from time to time cause he lived close and we become good friendssss we hung out often and he would call me a lot but i NEVER liked this man the way he liked me and i was very verbal with it like he tried making many moves like reaching for my hand or fixing my hair for me or whatever and i used to be like Uuuuughhhhh gross but he kept doing it bc he liked my literal disgusted reaction LMFAOOO

But anyway he noticed i started to get distant like three months in because he started to make too many moves and i didn’t fw that and i didn’t mind losing him as a friend at all so i just went a lil ghost then he texted me a freaky ass paragraph explaining all the things he likes about me saying he sees me in everything and everything he listens to or watches reminds me of him or whatever and saying to give him like one chance and listen this guy wasn’t ugly AT ALL he was very tall and he resembled Vinnie hacker a bit like same features😭😭😭 But i just could not like him in that way so despite the nice/creepy message or whatever i was still like Nooo i don’t really like you like that and then he called me and explained some more and was like can we just hang like one more time nothing romantic i just wanna be able to talk and have a drink with u so i was like okay im not declining a free drink bc im a slut

Anyways

I see him like a week later and we hang and then we go back to his car and we were gonna bar hop (I was kinda drunk and he was fake drinking. Literally completely sober while ordering me drink after drink which was crazy asl) But i noticed he wasn’t on my level so i told him let’s go to a different bar whatever so we’re in his car now and we’re in a literal empty ass parking garage bc he parked on the highest level and it was like 1am at this time

He brings up the fact that he fw me a lot again and despite me being tipsy i was still like listen broooooo you’re just my friend and i like fw u but i do NAWTTTT want a relationship in general let alone with you and then he’s like getting frustrated and he’s like “But i literally do everything for you” And starts complaining and yapping or whatever and im like falling asleep listening to this man im like Listen Bruh im either gonna fall asleep in this car or we’re going to go home bc i ain’t having this convo and then he started threatening me and was like “If you fall asleep you won’t wake up” And that was literally enough for me to take out my phone and text my sister to get me an uber but i did it casually by laughing at him and i was like “Whatever man” While texting her 😭😭😭 But i was tripping lowkey

Anyways he did have a weapon on him and he was going to use it if i didn’t just feed into his delusion and start saying “I do like you im just messing around” 😁 So i basically just acted flirty and shit until i knew i had a ride then i leaned over and unlocked his doors while like kissing his shoulder and left LMFAOOOOOO the ops were AFTER HIM🤍 But to be honest i don’t know if he suffered a consequence actually

He was a cancer man btw just saying ion know

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Love You Equally

Chapter Twenty-Six: Splintered

Part 2: The Sleepover

THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS NS//FW MATERIAL, VIEWER DESCRESION IS ADVISED

Also this is my first time writing sm//ut so please be nice 😖

Tamaki took another twenty minutes before finally emerging from the bathroom, puffy-eyed and still sniffling his lanky frame drawn as far into itself as he could manage. He pressed his palms into his eyes as he approached you, screwing up his face in an attempt to suppress the tears undoubtedly still on the threshold of escaping. You immediately rose from your spot on the bed and pulled him into a tight embrace, allowing him to lay his head on your shoulder and rub his cheek into you, still trembling with the effort of quelling his emotions.

It killed you inside to see him like this; the devastated look on his face when you both realized your other four boyfriends had gone off for a date without you, without even thinking to invite either of you, or even tell you they had made plans together. It felt like a deliberate exclusion, a purposeful rejection of your company and it was very hard to not take it personally.

You tried to rationalize the situation; you really shouldn’t be upset, should you? After all, you and Tamaki had spent Saturday together without informing your other four partners of this plan, why would it be different that they’d done the same? However, you just couldn’t shake the feeling that this was different somehow; like it was more deliberate and planned than your spontaneous trip home with one of your partners. It was less like your random adventures you frequently drug one of them along on and more like retribution for something you and Tamaki might have done. It felt personal, you couldn’t deny that.

However, what you could deny was your responsibility in handling it for the night. It was already very late, you and Tamaki were both exhausted and it was indisputable that it was better for you both - for your relationship as a whole - that you both get to bed and worry about it in the morning. Everything could be sorted out after a good night's sleep.

You took Tamaki by both hands and led him to bed, laying him down on his side and tucking yourself in next to him, pulling his head to your chest and stroking his hair. Tamaki shuddered and sniffled for a while after this before eventually falling silent, breaths evening out and body slackening with sleep. You gazed over his head and out your window for a while after he drifted off, the frost had settled back over the grounds, making the grass and barren trees shimmer in the moonlight with an ethereal luminescence only present in the winter months.

You weren’t sure when you fell asleep but you must have, because when you opened your eyes again you were in a different position than before. At some point in the night Tamaki had pulled you down so your face was level with his. He shifted and sighed in his sleep, hot breath ghosting across your face bringing with it the pepper-minty smell of your toothpaste. He’d pulled your bodies flush against one another, so that every bit of you save for your face was in contact with a part of him. He was hot against you, on the cusp of feverish and if it had been any other season but winter it would have been too much. However, even the excellent central heating of UA could only do so much against the blistering winter winds and bone-chilling cold that seeped through even the most miniscule of cracks.

Shifting slowly so as not to wake the sleeping man next to you, you lifted your head to check the clock on your nightstand. The time read 2:34am, you’d only managed to be asleep for a little over an hour and a half. You doubted very much that you’d be in the right headspace for class at 9am and doubted even more that Tamaki would either. You sighed and resigned yourself to a Monday in bed, laying your head back down and gazing into the peaceful face of your lover. Tamaki was extraordinarily pretty, unfathomably soft and gentle; his sweetness was only compounded in sleep. You pushed your face into his neck and inhaled his scent, the light smell of fresh linen relaxing you and bringing a soft smile to your face. You couldn’t help but pepper his neck with small kisses and gentle nips, reveling in the feel of his skin on your lips and between your teeth.

This, however, effectively disturbed Tamaki’s slumber and he quickly awoke with a soft groan and a sigh. He opened his eyes slowly and moved back just enough to peer down at you through dewy dark eyelashes; you gave him a comforting smile and a small bunny kiss. He blushed as you rubbed your nose against his, making you giggle. His blush deepened as he turned his head to bury half of his face in his pillow, gazing doefully up at you and smiling. You placed a kiss on his exposed cheek and pushed your fingers up through his hair, earning you another soft sigh.

“Hey you,” you said, massaging his scalp, “Are you feeling any better after having slept a bit?”

“A-a b-bit,” he replied, voice hoarse with sleep, “a-a-are you d-doing okay?”

“I’m fine, I’ve been fine honestly,” you said “I was more worried about you, I hate seeing you so sad like that Tama, it breaks my heart.”

Tamaki sighed and began shifting himself, re-adjusting your already close position into one a bit more comfortable “I-I think,” he stammered, “I t-t-think I m-might have o-overreacted a b-bit. I m-maybe assumed the w-worst and r-reacted d-dramatically.”

You nodded understandingly and allowed yourself to be moved into whatever arrangement Tamaki saw fit. “Your feelings are valid though Tama, you should never feel bad for having them. It’s better to acknowledge and express them than it is to bottle them up and repress them.”

“I-I know,” he said, still shifting you both around, “But I-I still think I c-could have-”

Suddenly Tamaki’s body went rigid, his eyes snapped open as he let out a startled gasp followed by a deep, guttural groan. You lay puzzled for a moment wondering what could have brought about this reaction, until you felt a hardness push directly against your crotch.

This wasn’t the first time this week Tamaki had gotten hard while in bed with you, in fact it was more common for him to wake up with an erection than not. You weren’t unfamiliar with the term morning wood, so you had expected it to happen at some point. You didn’t blame him for it, you knew it was completely normal for genitals to be ready to go for no reason at all; in fact  you knew that from your own experience of drenching yourself without any external stimuli that this was just a thing that happened sometimes.

This time, however, felt different. This time Tamaki didn’t stammer out a hasty and sheepish apology before rushing off to the bathroom to hide his embarrassment from you. No, this time Tamaki simply froze, crotch still pressed directly into yours mid-grind. Not finishing the motion, but not necessarily pulling away from you either. His face was completely blank, his blush still present but expression completely unreadable.

It was then, fuck, it was then that you felt him throb against you.

Your mouth suddenly felt very dry as a soft whimper escaped your boyfriend, he covered his mouth and ducked his head to avoid making eye contact with you. You immediately moved to pull his hand away, only for him to suddenly grab your ass and grind his heard length directly against your clit.

Sparks of pleasure danced up your spine and something between you two broke. Before you even knew what was happening your lips were crashing onto his in a searing kiss, your tongue immediately finding his and winding it way around it. You gripped his hips and matched his movement, pushing and grinding against him and swallowing the groans he emitted into your mouth.

You quickly found yourself pushed down into the mattress, Tamaki overtop you pushing his hips into yours with the perfect amount of pressure. You made a mental note to ask him how much time he’d been spending with Dabi because his hip movements seemed to mimic Dabi’s to near perfection. His grinding was slow and filthy, completely controlled and unhurried; he seemed to want to revel in every push against your core, circling his hips in a way that hit your clit with every motion and made you see stars. 

You cupped his face to control the kiss, only for him to pin both of your hands above your head and tongue-fuck your mouth. You were quickly getting dizzy from the overwhelming heat between your bodies and you felt the wetness of your cunt cling to your underwear, spreading across the fabric with every thrust of Tamaki’s hips.

He pulled back, a thin line of spit connecting your lips for a fraction of a second before breaking. He was panting and quivering above you, a concerned look on his flushed face.

“Is this, is this okay with you right now?” He asked. You couldn’t help but notice the lack of stutter as he spoke. Seemingly his ability to speak without stammering was only present when he was pushed into a lust-fueled haze.

You swallowed, mouth still too dry and replied, “I’m okay with this if you are, I’ve done this before so it’s up to you how far we go tonight.” You were already wishing for the warmth of his kiss back, the cold air feeling like a slap to the face after the extreme heat you were under assault from a moment ago.

Tamaki’s face went lax and his eyes glazed over, as if he could read your mind he immediately resumed the kiss, tongue thrusting back into your mouth and wrapping itself around your own, making you groan.

“I want to,” he spoke between kisses, “I want you. I want to do everything with you. I - fuck - want to do everything to you. I want to fuck you.”

That simple declaration sent a series of electric shocks up up your spine and had heat pooling in your groin instantaneously. You wrapped a leg around him and ground yourself up into him, earning you a guttural moan and two hands underneath you groping your ass. He lifted you up and pushed you into him, controlling the motion and fucking himself against you, head bumping your clit with every movement and making you shudder.

You broke the kiss and pressed a hand to his chest, he let down your hips and you flipped him over, straddling him and immediately resuming the kiss. He groaned as you stuck a hand down his pants and grabbed his cock, gasping as you pumped the head several times. You pushed your other hand into your own pants and sunk two fingers into your wet heat, pumping them in time with your fist around Tamaki’s cock.

Just when you thought he was close you pulled back, swinging yourself off of him and making your way over to your nightstand drawer. You hadn’t started the year off with condoms, but you’d decided to stock up after your first kiss with Dabi. You’d figured it was only a matter of time before things got physical with one (or maybe more) of your soulmates. Though you hadn’t expected it to be Tamaki who made the first move, you couldn’t say you were upset by this development. Next to you Tamaki pulled his underwear down and off one leg, moving the blanket to cover his now exposed and throbbing cock from the chill of the room.

You returned and shucked your own pajama bottoms off along with your underwear, you didn’t bother with the shirt but instead bent down to capture his lips in another kiss as you rolled the condom onto his cock. Tamaki wasn’t the longest you’d ever seen, probably no more than six or seven inches at best, but he was definitely among the thickest you’ve seen. 

In any case you placed a hand on his chest and positioned the head of his cock outside your drenched entrance. You lowered yourself slowly onto him, reveling in the stretch and burn of his cock sinking into you. Below you Tamaki gasped and twitched as you sunk onto him, excruciatingly slow. He squirmed as you seated yourself onto him, whimpering at the feeling of being fully enveloped in your heat.

You allowed yourself a moment to adjust to the feeling, Tamaki was thicker than you had previously realized and he stretched your walls nearly to their limits. Tamaki gripped your hips hard enough that you knew you’d have bruises come tomorrow. You didn’t mind and instead focused on making small circles with your hips to relax your body and allow yourself to accommodate his thickness.

Once you felt comfortable enough to move you braced yourself against his chest with both hands and lifted about halfway off of him before slamming back down, making you both cry out. Tamaki groaned and thrust up against you as you repeatedly impaled yourself on his cock, pleasure building in the pit of your stomach as he brushed the sweet spot inside of you with every other movement.

Tamaki, you quickly found, was very vocal, whimpering and crying out underneath you, every thrust accompanied by a desperate noise or a whispered beg. You shifted and laid yourself flat against him, swallowing his words mid-sentence with a kiss. You pushed your tongue into his mouth as you rolled your hips against him, the head of his cock now putting a constant pressure against your g-spot. Tamaki adjusted his thrusts to sink into at this angle, grabbing your ass with both hands and fucking himself into you, pace forgotten as he used your body to chase his pleasure.

You managed to get a hand in between your bodies to push and circle your clit, the added pressure and constant massaging of your g-spot sending you racing towards your impending orgasm. You could feel Tamaki was getting close as well, if the stuttering of his hips and increased volume of his cries were anything to go by. You were so close, you could feel it, you were right there. You just needed a few more thrusts, a few more moments before you were pushed over the edge.

It was then that Tamaki gave a particularly hard thrust and your dam broke, your orgasm crashed against you like a wave against the rocky coast. You cried out as you came, clenching around the cock buried inside you and pushing Tamaki over the edge into his own orgasm. He gave one final cry and released inside of you, twitching and shuddering as he came down from his high.

You fell atop him, completely stated, body leadened and lethargic as you panted against his skin. He rubbed your back as he caught his breath and pressed small kisses to your forehead. It was several minutes before you were able to right yourself and pull Tamaki’s softening cock out of you and roll off of him; curling up underneath his arm and laying a hand on his chest. Tamaki tossed the condom into the trash beside your bed and wrapped himself around you. You both fell into a comfortable silence, allowing yourselves to catch your breath as the post-orgasm tingles abated. It wasn’t long until you both drifted off to sleep, still curled up in each other's arms.

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Overhaul x Male!Reader N*FW- Dirty Thoughts for a Clean Man

Request: @weird-fandom-loser ; Ayy man. back again. could you maybe do an nsfw one shot (or headcanons) for a bottom overhaul with male s/o? 👉👈😗

Late again with posting but wheres the surprise in that? I would love to get back into the swing of nsfw one shots. Thank you for giving me this request! Im not exactly confident with how it turned out so feedback is GREATLY appreciated

Pronouns: Male

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Kai’s golden eyes glaze over the sight of you as steam rolls out of the bathroom and lingers around you.

A hand ruffles through your still damp hair, a few strands falling over your face. Your other hand holds the towel that hands around your waist, keeping the lower half of your body hidden whilst the top half is shown off bare.

Kai can’t help but stare at you. The way the muscles move beneath the skin of your arm as you mess with your hair, the gradient shadows that decorate your skin, the way the droplets of water run down your body, sinking past the towel that hangs at your hips.

The towel is a tease, Kai thinks. It hides the most valuable part of you.

He knows that valuable piece of you like the back of his hand. Well, more accurately the palm of his hand. He knows the texture of it, knows how it tastes, how it feels when it’s buried deep inside him.

He feels completely drunk from the sight of you, not that he would ever admit that aloud to someone.

He wants to feel you all over him. Wants your freshly cleansed hands roaming across his chest, teasing his nipples before sinking below his waist to take hold of him. Want to feel the pleasure that ignites within him as you pump him.

“You know,” Golden eyes snap up to meet your own pair of sparkly (e/c). “For a clean man such as yourself, you are quick to think dirty.”

For a second, Kai stands there confused. It isn’t until he feels the tightness building underneath his pants does he understand your comment.

Feigning annoyance, Kai scoffs. “I have no idea what nonsense you’re going on about.” With that, he turns away and takes the few strides to the bed.

Taking a seat at the edge of the bed, Kai begins to unlatch his mask, setting it gently on the bedside table. Just as he slides his jacket off his shoulders, you step in front of him.

He gasps as your arms come to cage him against the bed, your face mere inches from him. Instinctively, Kai leans back, afraid to be too close to you.

“Come on Kai, you and I both know you’re aching for me to ram you into this mattress.” Your voice is low and vibrates the back of your throat.

What you said was in fact true but there was no way Kai would admit it out loud. It was then that he made the mistake of looking further down your hovering body, only to discover that the towel around your waist had disappeared, revealing your hardening cock. He has to bite his lip to stop the moan that wants to escape past his lips.

He leans away from your as you lean in for a kiss. “Y-You’re filthy.” Oh how badly he wants to slap the stutter out of him.

You merely chuckle at his excuse, lips nibbling at his ear. “I just had a shower, there’s no need to worry about that.”

He can’t deny that, he can smell the custom made shampoo from you.

“You’re going to get me filthy.” For some reason, his own words turn him on more, causing even more strain against his pants.

Hooded eyes glaze with lust as you smirk at him. “Then I guess I’ll have to clean you up afterwards.”

And just like that, the ruthless, violent, and merciless leader of the feared Shie Hassaikai falls into submission.

With a growl of defeat, Kai leans up to complete the kiss. You smile into the kiss as you slowly push him to lay on the bed. He gasps as his back hits the bed. However, the need to be clean is easily overwhelmed by the need for you to be in him.

He welcomes your tongue inside his mouth, letting you explore all the crevices behind his teeth. The kiss only lasts a few more seconds before you pull back.

In utter frustration, Kai snarls. “What are you doing?”

You laugh at his annoyance. “Stripping you down of course.” Fingers glide down his dress shirt, buttons coming undone as they make their way down. Your lips ghost by his ear. “I’m sure you’d like to be fucked butt naked.”

Eagerness washes over Kai, pushing him to sit up, shoving the shirt off. He then hurries to undo his zip but your hands stop him from pulling them down making him choke out a groan.

“Little impatient are we?” You chuckle as you help him remove his pants, freeing his hard cock from it’s tight confines.

Kai throws his head back, mouth wide open in a silent moan as you begin to palm him through his boxers. He lifts a hand up to his chest and begins to pinch and roll his nipple between his fingers.

You groan as you watch him intently. “That’s it handsome, touch yourself for me.”

“You’re taking too long to-” Kai begins to retaliate but a squeeze to his cock stops him and rips a loud moan from him.

“Sorry, what was that? I couldn’t quite understand you.” You sneer as you lean down to engulf Kai’s other nipple in his mouth.

You press the flat of your tongue against his nipple, teeth barely touching skin. All while you drag his pants and boxers down with one hand and pump his cock with the other.

Kai is in bliss. It’s overwhelming but he loves it.

After a few minutes, you lift off of him, standing above him, eyes hazy over the sight of Kai breathless and sweaty.

It only takes a few seconds for him to be annoyed at the loss of contact. “Why did you stop?”

You shrug. “Just admiring the view.” You smirk at the faint blush that paints his cheeks. Turning to the bedside table, you open the drawer. “Besides, I think it’s time we get you prepped.” You pull out the bottle of lube, lifting it up for him to see.

Kai grunts at the spark of pleasure that shoots through to his dick. “I don’t need to be prepped. I can take you raw.”

Clicking your tongue, you shake your head. “No you can’t.” You open the cap and coat a generous amount onto your fingers. “Don’t worry, I’ll prep you nice and good. Stretch you out for my cock.”

Kai fucking whines. He doesn’t mean to but it’s out before he can stop it.

You chuckle, leaning over him with your lubed up fingers tracing the rim of his asshole. “I’ll take that as a ‘Please do it’.”

As you press in one finger, Kai moans, throwing his head back and closing his eyes in pleasure.

“Look at that. Your ass is sucking up my finger. You’re so needy aren’t you?” You say as you pump your finger in and out, curling it to scrape against his walls.

“Then why don’t you add another finger if I’m that needy.” Kai grunts.

“So bossy. You’re lucky I want to bury my dick inside you so much.” You reply, slipping in a second finger.

You continue your treatment, setting a comfortable rhythm. Soon enough you begin to scissor him, stretching out his hole. Kai bucks into your fingers, desperate for more of you.

By the time you add the third finger, he is painfully hard, beads of pre-cum dripping down his vein-popped cock.

“Look at you. Such a mess.” You say as you peer over his spread out body. He wriggles underneath your stare. “I think you’re ready for me now.” You pull your fingers out, leaving his ass clenching around nothing.

Kai wraps his arms around your neck, pulling you down to his level, and presses an open mouthed kiss to your lips. He licks along your lips, diving between them as you open with a smirk.

Kai pulls away after a few lingering seconds. “Just fuck me already.”

“What if I want to stop? Leave you here without fucking you. Leave you squirming in the bitter cold.”

His eyes widen with fear. “Please don’t.”

You burst into laughter at his expression and quick reply. “You’re lucky I’m feeling generous today.”

Without another breath wasted, you line yourself up with him and thrust into him, burying yourself to the hilt in his ass.

Kai chokes out a loud moan, back arching into you as he clenches around your cock. You dive down to kiss his exposed neck, hips taking off with a steady pace.

Hands come to grip on your biceps, nails digging into your muscles. Kai clenches his jaw, moans coming out as seething breaths.

“You love it when I fuck you hard, don’t you?” You whisper to him, increasing his pace.

Kai can’t think of anything to say back. He can’t think to begin with. The only sounds that come from him are the breathless groans and the occasional open mouthed moans as you hit the sweet spot inside him.

“Look at how dirty you are.”

Kai can feel how dirty he is. He feels sticky with his precum drooling to his stomach. His cock is wet and sticky and he can feel bits of it drying up. Despite all these gross sensations, he loves the feeling of you. The way you continuously pound into him with such ruthless force it feels likes he’s being torn apart. The sensations clash against each other and makes him feel conflicted.

“Why don’t you take a firm hold of your cock baby? Pump it for me.”

For a hot minute, Kai forgot about his cock. He was so busy with the feeling of you that he forgot himself. He barely hesitated to reach down between the two of you and grab his cock tightly. He grimaced at the sticky feeling of his cum before he fought through it and began stroking his cock in time with your thrusts.

“That’s it Kai. Just like that.” You praise him whilst increasing your already ferocious pace.

Kai groans at the building pleasure, his hand increasing its grip on his dick, sending more electrifying pleasure to his brain. Desperate to go over the edge, he begins to move his in time with your thrusts.

An animalistic growl leaves you as you lean down, teeth latching onto his clavicle.

The room is filled with the sound of skin slapping and breathless moans as you continue to piston your hips into Kai, driving the both of you closer to orgasm.

Kai is the first to cum, hips lifting off the bed, the grip on his cock loosening as thick ropes of cums shoots out, splattering all over your stomach and dribbling onto his own. His muscles twitch in the aftermath, body relaxing as you desperately chase your own end.

You groan into his neck as your hips still, filling him up with your cum. Your hips spasm for seconds after your release before you slowly slip yourself out of him, falling to lay beside Kai.

For a minute, neither of you move, besides your chests as they rise and fall with each breath.

Kai turns to you, hair slick with sweat and sticking to his forehead. He grimaces. “You’re filthy.” He eyes the drying cum on your stomach.

A stream of laughter bubbles out of you. “This is your cum.”

Kai snarls in response. With a deep breath, he sits up. “We need to clean up.”

“Are you sure you can stand?”

Kai glares at you with a vicious glare. He ignores you and stands up from the bed. Regret immediately washes over him as his knees shake beneath him.

You leap up beside him, wrapping an arm around your waist. “Fucked ya’ real good didn’t I?”

Kai groans but leans against you.

“Come on big boy, I’ll help wash you up.”

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[kattestrophe]

Other highlights from "Katte - Ein Schauspiel in fünf Akten" in the order that I think of them

That time when "joyful marching band music" can be heard outside during Katte's questioning and he starts sobbing because "I want to be in the army agaaaaaaain". The same dude who tried to just not return from his vacation just a year prior.

This is the same situatuion where he calls for a duel between him and Mylius and forgets he doesn't have a sword anymore btw

He's also just... constantly sassing Mylius. "Did you give your signet to the Princess so she could change the letters and reseal the box?" "Find out yourself, that's your job?" "Where's your signet?" "Where's last year's snow!?" / "... if we had the Princess and Katte meet." "Herr von Katte, if you please, you paper-noble!"

The part where he's in love with Wilhelmine. Again.

Which results in the conversation "No, I can't leave Berlin, all of the King's wrath would come down onto the Crown Prince and you! However! If you fled WITH me, I would go!" because fuck Fritz, I guess :'D

The part where he reminisces about how he really is a pretty cool dude and nobody else could be a better friend to Fritz and when Mine calls him vain he says "What? No, I'm ugly as sin! Still pretty cool though."

The part where he's crying to Wilhelmine that the fact that Fritz and FW hate each other is tearing his heart apart because he loves them both so much and they're both so right

Fritz is not in this too often (less than anyone else, honestly), but when he is, he is... pretty dumb. Like... Katte and Mine beg him to please not flee before they reach Wesel because it won't be safe and he's like "You want to imprison me now like my father did before?? I won't promise you shit??" I mean... Fritz did some stupid shit during the actual escape but that scene just felt awfully dumb.

FW: "Katte!" Katte: "Your Majesty!" FW: "You are the son of my high ranking officer von Katte and the grandson of my other high ranking official von Wartensleben!?" Katte: "Yes!" Jana, confused: "Why are you asking him this like you don't know who he is while also obviously knowing who he is!?"

Fritz is also very suprised and hurt that Katte won't be his page on the journey to the Rhine. It's not like Katte has a different job entirely.

All of the dialogues read like a comedy (which is not ideal for a tragedy), honestly, I am waiting for the laugh tracks

Fr. v. Kamecke: "The phantom noises that we heard align perfectly with the time the Crown Prince was arrested! He visited us as a ghost at that point!" Wilhelmine: "Seems awfully rude of my brother to disturb us at such a late hour. It is not like him to make noise."

For my german followers: Katte telling the siblings about the newest developments in the English marriage disaster reads a lot like "Nein!" "Doch!" "Oooh!"

Sophie Dorothea is, for some reason, super into Katte. Like, talking to FW about how great he is levels of into him.

Honestly, everyone is super into Katte

Even Katte

Wilhelmine kisses Fr. v. Sonsfeld at some point and she reacts by saying "Oh no, Princess, not out in public, what if anyone saw" which really made them sound like secret lesbians and it is never adressed again

Just like Katte's "You know of my relationship with the Crown Prince"-bit that Wilhelmine reacted to with "a pained movement"

Sophie Dorothea is all for Mine marrying Fritz of Bayreuth in order to help Fritz the Crown Prince and is only worried for her happiness. Lol, sure.

Katte's friend Holtzendorff appears. He is probably the only speaking role with less stage time than Fritz.

I have not read the final act yet, i'll keep you updated

[babbushka]

Each Eye (3/8)

Kylo was the most feared boss in the entirety of New York City. They said that the crime families were no more, that they had disappeared with the end of an era. You knew it wasn’t true, you saw first hand. The families didn’t disappear, they simply went underground, adapted.

Lucky for you, your man, and your family, no one could ever get rid of crime. Not really.

Mob Boss!Kylo x Reader

Word count: 6.6k Warnings: N*FW, mostly fluff/domestic, mentions of violence/murder 

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The next morning, you woke up with a smile on your face.

Yesterday had been stressful, but what was a little stress every now and then? It was late, much later than you expected – already nearing eight o’clock, and your husband was still snoring heavily next to you.

Your husband, you thought as your smile grew ever wider.

You stretched out as best you could, those arms of his tightening around you on instinct, still asleep and yet not wanting you anywhere else than right right right next to him. The two of you were facing one another, and he had wound his arms and legs around you in the middle of the night, after a full reheated dinner and a glass or two of wine.

You simply looked at him for a little while, admired him. 

God Kylo was so handsome, you couldn’t help but think. So incredibly, beautifully formed. From the slope of his nose to the plush fullness of his lips, even those thick eyebrows and big ears – all of it perfectly crafted. He mumbled to himself, low baritone in a register you couldn’t make out, hot breath on your face as he shifted against you, pressed his hard cock against your thigh.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes fondly, ever so in love, as you reached a hand up to trace the bridge of his nose again and again, back and forth, little strokes that had him snuffling awake.

“Honey,” You whispered, smooching the spot where his dimples were hidden by a morning scowl.

“Mhm?” Kylo asked, rolling you both over so you were propping your chin up on his chest, beaming up at him.

“Guess what day it is?” You grinned, and he smiled for you, quirked the shyest little smile that had you nearly giddy. 

He knew you loved to see him smile, was making more of an effort to do it for you, let himself do it for the both of you.

“I don’t have to guess.” He murmured, craning his neck to kiss you, loosening his hold just enough for you to shimmy down down down his body, settle yourself level with his cock.

“What are you doing all the way down there?” He asked with a hint of mischief in his eyes.

“Giving you a good morning.” You said simply, running your fingers through his unruly pubic hair, teasing that cock of his with just the barest ghost of your fingers.

He licked his lips, and you chuckled just a little at how easy it was to rile him up, how easy it was to get him going.

You gave him more – more friction, more pressure, more speed as you jerked him off. He flushed beautifully, handsome handsome handsome, cock thick and curved and twitching, the most beautiful noises slipping out from between Kylo’s lips at the touch of it. 

But that wasn’t enough, both of you knew it wouldn’t be, and you had to get yourself to stop smiling so you could suck him off, hollowing your cheeks around his length.

“Shit,” He groaned, a hand coming down to tangle with your hair, press you closer to the base of his cock, get your nose right up against his skin so you could smell the musk of him. “(Y/N), shit, yes.” He grunted and groaned at the feeling of you around him.

Sucking this dick had taken so long, so much time, so much practice to get right, but once you had, it was a skill you were immensely proud of. Kylo’s cock was huge, unfairly long and too wide, nearly too wide to get down your throat.

But you were nothing if not a champ, and over the years of fucking you figured it out, figured out how to make him cry, how to reduce him down to a babbling mess when you wanted.

You didn’t want that right now, just wanted to make him feel real good, so you gave the best blowjob you could, his fist tight in your hair, breathing heavy up the mattress.

“Stop, please – I want to come in you.” He whined, and you pulled off of him real slow as you gripped the base of his shaft so he wouldn’t accidentally blow it, let him watch his cock slide out of your mouth, seemingly never-ending.

It was flushed so red, cut tip flared beautifully – handsome, just like the rest of him. It oozed and dripped pre-come for you, steady and sticky and absolutely delicious. You just had to lick a broad stripe up the shaft, just had to make him moan for you.

With one fluid motion, you climbed back up the bed, straddled his hips. His hands immediately grasped your waist, dug into the flesh there with white-knuckle tension, bruising tension, held you as you sunk down on his length with lots of breathy little moans that had his chest flushing red in bright splotches of arousal.

Normally you would have liked some preparation for this, for this monster he had, fingering or eating you out or something because he was just too much to handle on a normal day. Somehow you got him all in you, and you had to brace yourself on his chest, huffing and puffing like you won the marathon, like you just climbed a mountain – mounting this man.

“Fuck, god you’re so fucking big, you know that?” You moaned, rolling your hips, back and forth like the steady rhythm of crashing waves in the ocean.

His hands traveled up and up and up your body, pushing and pulling at your tits, wrapping around your neck and holding you there, caressing you, as you fucked yourself on his cock, clenching tight around him, making him stutter out a big groan that you felt in his chest from where your hands were steadying yourself.

“Yeah – good?” He was fully awake now, big brown eyes wide open and glittering honey golden with the sunshine streaming in.

“Real good honey oh fuck – Kylo!” You yelped with a laugh when he wrestled with you suddenly, wrangling you on your back so he could plow into you.

He huffed a short laugh out too, before he started sucking on your neck, pinching your nipples, making you come and come and come on his cock. 

You moaned and sighed and gasped for him, eyes shutting tight as your whole body went electric, went on fire.

Kylo’s hips stilled against you after another couple of minutes, and he came, and you pinched his nose playfully.

“I didn’t say you could do that.” You teased, meaning the switching of positions.

“But it’s our anniversary.” He tried, and you conceded, shook your head with fondness and kissed him for a little bit.

You kissed until your breathing had both evened out, until all the relaxation and bliss had started to wear off, until the cramps and the full bladder and itchy cooling sweat started to kick in.

He pulled out of you, made sure none of his come leaked, and let you finally for the first time that morning, stretch.

“What do you want to do today?” He asked, watching you with somehow still hungry eyes, eyes that scanned down your body, eyes that told you you’d really be in for it today.

You thought about what you wanted while he drank in the sight of you. You knew he had something planned for that evening, he always had something planned. Even on a regular day, not an anniversary, just because he wanted to, had something planned.

But that wouldn’t be until tonight. He gave you free control of the day, on days like this. And as the sun shone through the huge open windows of the bedroom, you remembered your thought from a while back.

“Can we go swimming, please?” You asked, resting your head on his calf where he had his ankles crossed on the mattress, “The sun is out for the first time all month.”

“Are you going to wear a bathing suit?” He asked, making you laugh.

“I don’t have to.” You waggled an eyebrow, and you swore you saw his cock twitch.

“Let’s go swimming.” He said, as if it were the greatest idea he had ever heard, making you laugh again.

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The apartment never failed to impress you. When you and Kylo had begun looking for a place to call home, a permanent residence in the city right after you married one another, he had been pretty hands-off for the whole thing. He trusted you, he loved you, and frankly he didn’t give a shit where he lived, as long as it was with you, which meant you got free reign for everything from the amenities to the furnishings.

One of the reasons you picked the huge three-story penthouse, was because of the roof-top terrace and pool that was private access, just for you and him.

In the summer-time the pool was kept nice and cool, and in the autumn the heater was turned on so it could still be enjoyed before the frigid winters shut the party down. And oh what a party you did have, just the two of you, all the time.

You had a custom-built cabana made for lounging, fucking, eating, whatever else you two wanted to do, in addition to a full kitchen and an entertainment system. Usually you just asked your smart home devices to play music soft enough that only you could hear, but it had the power to drown out all the noise of the city if you wanted it that loud. The skyline around you was stunning, and whenever the two of you came out there at night, it often felt like you were on top of the world with all the lights on display.

Kylo had just tugged a clean pair of boxers on, and you remained naked – albeit wiped down and cleaned up for the day – as you re-dressed his broken knuckles before going up your private elevator to the roof.

The weather was perfect, one of the very rare days in the city where it wasn’t blisteringly hot or freezing cold, wasn’t rainy or cloudy, just a perfect blue sky and shining sun, a soft breeze rippling the water of the deep blue pool.

“Put lotion on me?” You asked eagerly, not wanting to burn.

“Sit on my lap.” Kylo nodded, settled himself down on one of the comfortable lounge chairs.

You went happily, handed him the spf and let his hands work their magic.

In moments like this, you could feel how much he worshipped you, could feel the adoration and care he pressed into your skin with each pass of his big hands. He rubbed and massaged your skin, patiently and evenly applying the sunscreen – always so patient, so thorough.

He was silent as he did it, only tapping your shoulder to tell you to turn around when he had covered every square inch of your back and arms. His brow pinched in concentration as he rubbed your front down, taking extra care with your face, huge fingers trying their best to be delicate. 

How ironic, you thought, this gentleness, this delicacy, from a man who could snap you right in two.

It thrilled you, made your heart soar that you had the love and trust of this man, your man.  

“Want me to get you?” You asked quietly, but he just blushed right to the tips of his ears.

“No.” He murmured, swirling lotion to your thighs, to your stomach. Intense concentration, trying to hide his erection.

He was unbelievable, you thought with a big, knowing grin.

“Aren’t you going to come in?” You asked, arching into his touch, making a show of it.

“Not yet, I want to watch you a little bit first.” He swallowed hard, finally finishing and leaning back against the chaise.

“Ohh are you gonna jerk off?” You raised an eyebrow, let your fingers walk down his chest.

“Maybe.” He blushed, and bingo.

You hauled him up off the chaise, dragged him to the edge of the pool.

The water glistened and shone in bright sparkles from the sun, and you desperately wanted to see him soaking wet and tanned, such a rare treat that you didn’t get to often enjoy. You loved the way the light glinted off of the star around his neck, loved the way it brought out his freckles and darkened his beauty spots, loved the way it warmed his hair and enriched the chocolatey brown color you thought so striking.

“Maybe maybe maybe, hmm. I thought I was more inspiring than just a maybe.” You pouted, looped your arms around his shoulders, went dangerously close to his lips, nipples brushing his chest ever so slightly.

He groaned and his hands found themselves removing your arms, wanting nothing more than to kiss and kiss and kiss your palms, your knuckles, press them against his face adoringly with a quiet, smoldering gaze.

“Anyone ever tell you you’re trouble?” He asked, voice so so so deep, always so deep.

“Once or twice.” You winked, “They didn’t live very long afterwards.”

“Oh yeah? What happened to them?” Kylo’s teeth grazed the meat of your palm, and you shuddered under his touch.

“A ferocious villain by the name of Kylo killed them.” You mused, making him smile against your hands, making him collect you up in his arms, give you a smooch. “Are you taking me anywhere tonight?”

“Maybe.” He said playfully, with a great big shy smile, and you tugged on his ear.

“You give me one more ‘maybe’ and I won’t let you come for a week.” You teased, making him plant big wet sloppy kisses to your neck and cheek.

“It’s a surprise.” He conceded, and you immediately lit up.

“Are we going out of the country?” You searched his eyes, and he knew, he knew he couldn’t lie to you, there’s no way he’d get away with it, so he just rolled his eyes and groaned.

“Not tonight, but soon.” He admitted, and you squealed. You’d been dying to get out of the country for a little while, dying to visit your favorite of the vacation houses Kylo owned.

“Give me a kiss?” Kylo asked, and you complied happily, eagerly, let yourself get swept up in his arms and twirled around for a moment or two – 

Before he dropped you, dumped you right in the pool with a big hearty laugh that had you too in love to even be mad about.

“I’m going to kill you!” You righted yourself, laughed at the sudden feeling of being airborne, the heated water kissing your skin, at his cheeky fucking grin as he settled himself back down in the cabana.

“You can’t, I’m all the way over here.” He said simply, making you smack the water so it would be sure to splash him, even all the way over there.

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You swam leisurely, alternating between laps and just floating, letting the sun warm and kiss your skin. You could feel Kylo watching you, feel his eyes on you as you went back and forth. At one point he did jerk off, lazily stroking his cock to the sight of your soaking wet curves, hair clinging to you, your teasing smile goading him on.

He got antsy, being away from you for too long.

Even though you were barely ten feet away from him, he still felt the need to be closer. Always close, needed to keep an eye on you, a hand on you. After he came and cleaned himself up, he laid down right on the tile of the edge of the pool, laid down and let one hand dangle over the edge, conscious of the bandages. You swam right up, half hidden beneath the water, and gently clasped his hand in your own, pressed a wet kiss to his wrist.

You could be mean and yank him into the pool, but he looked so good just lying there, looked like some Adonis with all the muscles in his back and shoulders, strong and sturdy and on display for you. You both simply enjoyed one another’s presence, you floating on your back, and him laying on his stomach.

You wondered what you’d look like, should a plane or a helicopter or an astronaut pass you by. Would they see a mob boss and his wife, would they see the scars and marks that littered your bodies? Would they see the weight of the world he carried on his shoulders, the body count that trailed him wherever he went?

Or would they see two lovers, floating in time and space, content to hold hands on the edge of a pool?

You smiled at him, and he blinked slowly at you, some big great cat. If he could, he probably would be purring.

“I’m fucking starving, can we order in food?” You whispered, just reveling in the closeness, the softness with him.

“No.” He joked, deadpan, leaned over to kiss the saltwater right off your lips.

“What do you want, French?” You asked, and he nodded, gears turning in his head for a minute or two.

“The crepes that are stuffed with that filling I like.” He decided, and you laughed.

“The chicken portabella?” It was barely ten o’clock in the morning, and he knew that.

“Yeah.” He said, humming as he kissed you some more.

“Honey that’s dinner, I don’t think they’ll serve them this early.” You splashed a little bit of water onto him, just the smallest bit that you watched evaporate right off his sun-drenched skin.

“They will for me.” He said, quirking an eyebrow in that smug way of his.

“Alright then, you call them, big shot.” You shook your head fondly, letting go of his hand to push yourself out of the pool. “I’m going to rinse off.”

“Wait I’ll come with you.” Kylo said suddenly, quiet desperation always in the back of his throat.

You padded over to the cabana, plucked a soft fluffy towel from the rack and used it to dry off enough so that you wouldn’t be dripping all over the apartment.

“You didn’t get in the water.” You pointed out, rubbing your hair dry, all exposed for him, only for him to see.

“I know.” He said, and his eyes darkened with lust that you wouldn’t, couldn’t deny.

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After a quickie in the shower that left you both breathless, and wrapping yourselves up in robes that were soft and luxurious, you and Kylo found yourselves with growling stomachs in the living room, laying on top of one another comfortably on the grand sectional.

Kylo was scrolling through his contacts until he finally found the man he was looking for, and dialed it, holding it up to one of his big ears.

“Slip? Hey can you please do me a favor and run down to that bistro we like for me real quick…?” Kylo asked, making you smile.

He always did that, phrased things like that, when he was talking to his own guys. Could you, would you, Please and thank yous, ever the gentleman, ever the most polite. He had manners, and even though these guys had sworn a blood oath to Kylo, even though they pledged their lives to him, would never refuse him, he still asked.

“Hi Slip!” You called happily into the receiver.

“The missus says hi – he says hi back – oh did you get the numbers from Lenny? Good, go take some cash down to his place since you’ll be over there. Ask the bistro to make us some breakfast, tell them who it’s for, they’ll remember the order. Thanks.” Kylo listened when Slip spoke, talked when it was his turn, nodding to himself as the wheels went around and around in his head.

He didn’t like talking on the phone, but he hated texting more – said his fingers were too big for the buttons. He tossed the phone just out of arm’s reach, and you wriggled out of his grasp for a minute, walking over to the massive dvd collection that was stored in the theater room next door.  

“Can we re-watch the video while we wait?” You asked, already rifling through the personal home video section.

“Sure thing honey.” He said, fondness in those soulful eyes of his as you returned, waving a plastic case in your hand with a great big smile.

��Your wedding had been, in a word, legendary.

It was the largest wedding any of the families had ever seen, ever attended, ever held. Combining two of the largest crime families in New York City was bound to be spectacular, just by the sheer amount of people that had to be invited, but your parents really spared no expense. Your union had been something that the families had been looking forward to for years and years, finally getting the chance to celebrate.

Absolutely everyone was invited – it wouldn’t do to leave someone out and offend them. All the families got invitations, all the friends of the families, all the friends of the friends. You started to get teary eyed, reliving the beauty of the moment, watching Kylo stand with such a straight back, such squared shoulders, fists clenched in front of him from nerves, ears sticking out from where he had combed his hair back, kippah pinned in place.

“Three whole years, can you believe it?” You asked, watching yourself walk down the aisle to the chuppah, a train so long and heavy that three people had to lift it, and you smiled wetly, resting your head on Kylo’s shoulder as you took your place next to him.  

“No.” Kylo murmured, his hand giving yours an affectionate squeeze, “Feels like a lot longer than that.”

You smiled, because you felt the same.

“It kinda has been, hasn’t it?” You asked, not taking your eyes away from Uncle Luke, as he read out the long passages on screen, “It has for me, anyway.”

The Organa family had always been very good friends the Serenno family. Since the time of Kylo’s grandfather – back when the family still held the Skywalker name – and your grandfather came to America in search for freedom, for life, for opportunity. But it wasn’t just for business they forged a friendship over, it was for company, for being two sides of the same coin, in a way.

Anakin and Serenno, often referred to as Vader and The Count, built themselves up from nothing, built the strongest, biggest, most untouchable Jewish crime families the city had ever seen. They had friends and enemies all over, but everyone knew them, and they knew everyone. That was still true today, you found.

By the time you were born, all those decades later, the families had only grown stronger together. Every birthday, wedding, holiday, Friday night, everyone got together. You only hung out with each other, only went on vacation with each other. Growing up, you thought that there weren’t any other people in all of New York aside from your family and the Skywalkers, the Organas.

Serenno had four children, all boys. Each of those boys had four children as well, and you were the youngest, making you the absolute princess of the family. You were also one of only two girls, you and Gwen. While you had opted out from being a part of any business deals, you were always around, because of course you were. 

Always observant, always watching. 

Even from a young age you could spot a liar like no one in your family could, so you were often a valuable asset to just being in the room with rats or cheats.

Kylo was a few years older than you, and he was also always around. Growing up, the two of you often found yourselves sitting next to each other at the kid’s table, laughing and talking and eating together, dancing together. He was your friend, had always been your friend – your best friend.

“I’ve loved you since the first time I ever met you.” He said, breaking you out of your thoughts, as you watched a younger version of your husband stomp on a glass, eliciting a big round of applause.

“You were five, and I was an infant.” You pointed out, making him scowl at you.

“Don’t be a brat, you know what I mean.” He tucked you closer to him, rested his head on top of yours.

Kylo first met you at your simchat bat, when you were literally just a newborn. He had been dragged by his parents to come meet you and pay respects to the family so he was incredibly grumpy, but you had absolutely no recollection of the event, all things considered. You knew there were photographs in the family archives somewhere, and one of these days you planned on embarrassing the hell out of Kylo by finding them.

But as it was, you were feeling extra lovey-dovey, and you batted your eyelashes up at him, smooching the beauty spot on the underside of his chin.

“When was the first time you thought about marrying me?” You asked again, and Kylo surprised you by answering right away.

“When you danced with me at my bar mitzvah.” He hummed, and the doorbell rang.

You waited on the couch for Kylo to go to the door, grab the breakfast from Slip and then close the door again, waiting for him to put everything on display for you, the crepes, the pastries, the coffee in those fancy biodegradable to-go cups.

“Remember how I was as tall as you then?” You teased, “And stronger? And smarter?”

Kylo rolled his eyes, cut into his chicken and mushroom crepe that absolutely must have been a bitch to make.

“Not my fault you had your growth spurt before I had mine. And you were in tall shoes.” Kylo muttered around a mouthful of breakfast, and you laughed brightly at how he was still sore about it, twenty-two years later.

“You tower over everyone now, I hardly think it matters much.” You pointed out, digging into your own breakfast with a ravenous excitement.

“When you danced with me I thought about how it was so much like dancing at a wedding, but I don’t think I even really knew what that meant then, why I wanted to protect you so much, why I wanted to hang out with you all the time.” He said quietly, and you listened, listened with every fiber of your being. 

Declarations like these did not come frequently from Kylo.  

“You’ve always been so smart, so capable. That day you beat the shit out of those gutter kids for calling you a...well, I don’t have to tell you what they called you. But that was the moment I knew you were different from everyone else, anyone else I had ever met.” He continued, “I wanted you to like me, desperately, wanted you to laugh at my jokes and think I was cool. I wanted you to love me like I loved you.”

“I grew up loving you.” You said, when it felt like he was done. “I don’t know what it feels like to not be in love with you – even before I knew what being in love really was. Sometimes I wonder what might have happened if you never left.”

 When the two of you grew up, you became closer than ever. Not quite dating, no feelings admitted yet, but the tension was undeniably there. Kylo, back before he had even been Kylo, back before Snoke and the shitshow and the fight and the murder – before all of it, he was some gangly kid with limbs too long, eyes too eager, eager to tell you about his day, eager to hear about yours on long walks and lunches.

But then Snoke did show up, and when Han went out on smuggling runs, Kylo would join Snoke on whatever adventures he offered, desperate to still be a part of something, to prove himself worthy to a family who had always feared him, always tried to prevent him from living to his full potential.

Kylo would bring you back something, from those trips with Snoke. He always brought you back something. It was a silent promise, something you could count on, something to make sure he’d return to you.

At first they were awkward gifts you didn’t know what to do with. Fresh pears and apples from out East that you would cook in every way you knew how, rocks and pebbles from rivers across the country that you lined up along your windowsill. Eventually he graduated to pieces of jewelry and fur coats, but you found those strange tokens were always your favorite, the smaller gestures just as valuable as the larger ones.

But then, more and more, Kylo got involved with things he maybe shouldn’t have. Smuggling stolen goods turned to smuggling drugs real quick, turned to weapons even quicker. He bulked up, became just as broad as he was tall, was used as an attack dog to kill and beat and maim those who went against Snoke, those who pissed him off.

You watched, watched as your best friend became something of a puppet, a toy to be manipulated and tossed aside. You watched as it tore his family apart, as they were split between wanting to help Kylo, and wanting to kill him. That’s when Kylo went away, had to go away, couldn’t handle dealing with those people any longer; a father who gave up on him, a mother and uncle who feared him, a sister who hated him.

He had no desire to change, no desire to return to the way things were. He was plotting, always plotting, and while it broke your heart to see him leave, you knew that when he came back he’d be stronger than he ever was, more powerful than he ever could have been.

He had gone away for years, gone without a trace.

Occasionally, you’d find a basket of pears on your front doorstep, and even though there was no note or card or hint or clue, you knew.

It wasn’t until that day after the fight, after the big murder, that you saw him again.

Moaning and groaning and bleeding out in a back alleyway, face split open and left for dead your best friend laid at your feet. You didn’t even cry, too shocked at the state of him, too terrified that he might kick the bucket at any minute, that you corralled him up into your arms and dragged him home, fixed him up, cleaned him up.

You smiled, thinking about how he confessed his feelings in a stupor, too out of his mind from pain and death and dying to hold back anymore.

And now here you were, years and years later, sitting on the couch eating crepes.

Wasn’t that something?

“It was the right decision.” Kylo said, making you nod. 

Because it had been, even if it was messy.

“I know, I just wish it hadn’t been such a painful one.” You replied, feeding him a fresh strawberry, making him chase it all the way to your lips. “Those years without you fucking sucked.”

He hummed against you, stole strawberry flavored kisses right from your hand, chuckled a little to himself.

“Yeah, they sucked for me too. What a load of bullshit that was.” He sighed, smiling against your lips – as the doorbell rang again.

You frowned, and Kylo immediately tensed, all playful atmosphere diminished.

You got up calmly – knowing that if it were someone here to kill either of you, they wouldn’t be so polite – wrapped your robe tight around your waist, and creeped over to the peephole, groaning to yourself when you saw the familiar blue uniforms.

You left them hanging, recognizing the officers and knowing that they wouldn’t go breaking the door down if left alone for a few minutes.

“Speaking of bullshit – pigs.” You rolled your eyes, pressing pause on the dvd player.

Kylo’s scowl returned, eyes darkening out of something altogether different from earlier, and he stood up too.

“Are you fuckin’ kidding?” Kylo groaned, making you shake your head empathetically.

“Nope, go put some pants on, I’ll deal with them.” You patted his exposed thigh from where his robe struggled to contain him, and he groaned again, not wanting to have to leave you.

You gave him a look and he sighed ever so dramatically, leaning down for one more kiss.

“Love you, be right back.” He grumbled, and you couldn’t help but pinch his ass as he walked past you.

 Once he was out of sight, you fixed your clothing and made sure none of your own skin was exposed, before going back to the front door and unlocking all the locks, swinging the door open with a calm smile on your face.

“Good morning officers, to what do we owe the pleasure of this visit?” You asked, nothing but the picture perfect definition of civil.

Officers Poe and Finn were on the other side of your door, and you had dealt with them long enough to know that they would jump at absolutely any opportunity to get you, your husband, or any of the family for that matter, thrown in jail.

So, you didn’t give them any reason to. Where they could take an inch and turn it into a mile, you barely spared a millimeter.

Being that as it was, you stepped aside and let them into the apartment.

“Please take your shoes off, if you’d be so kind.” You said, pointedly waiting.

Finn and Poe looked at one another, and did as they were told. They were smarter than to fuck around with you.

“Morning Mrs. Ren, we have a warrant to search the place.” Finn handed you a signed warrant and you let out a breezy laugh.

“Is that all?” You joked, purposefully being playful before letting them wander around the foyer.

Poe immediately went into the living room, started rifling through side tables and wall unit shelves, looking for whatever it was he wasn’t going to find.  

“You having a party?” Finn asked, following you into the kitchen.

Finn was referring to the huge amount of flowers and balloons and bottles of champagne that practically filled the space, all gifts from people wanting to offer their congratulations at another happy year. You shook your head, not unkindly, and brewed yourself a big pot of coffee from the percolator that you had set up last night.

“No, it’s my wedding anniversary today.” You said with something of a mild satisfaction at watching realization of how rude and intrusive he and Poe were being crossing Finn’s face. “Can I offer you something to drink, coffee, tea? Poe?” You called out to wherever the other officer had gone.

“No, no thank you. We’ll be brief, sorry to interrupt.” Finn quickly declined for the both of them, and you shrugged, more for yourself, you figured.

You were never one to be rude to the police, not to their faces anyway. It was much easier to play along and just call the attorney later to figure out who screwed up in the courts to let officers show up at their door. It wasn’t like they were going to find anything anyway, everything carefully hid and placed in places they would never suspect.

You and Kylo weren’t stupid, after all.

Speaking of the devil, you thought with a smile, Kylo reappeared in one of his fine suits, another one of the vintage ones he liked to lounge around in because they were broken in, soft, comfortable. You’d never know that just by looking at him though, in his entirely altogether too imposing state.  

No one ever caught Kylo in a state of undress, aside from you.

“Finn.” Kylo gave the officer a clipped greeting.

“Hey Kylo, just need to do a sweep of the place.” Finn said, offering him the same warrant he had offered you.

Kylo took a look at it, read the judge’s name, remembered it for later.

“What for this time?” Kylo asked, voice dry, irritated.

Finn couldn’t help but gulp, he had heard the stories, he had seen what Kylo could do, knew what he was capable of.

He could never prove it, but he knew.

“There was a murder, not too far from here. Now I know I’m not going to find any guns in here because you’re smarter than that, but, the DA wants it done anyway.” Finn explained, making Kylo’s scowl only deepen.

“What do you mean there was a murder, there’s always a murder. It’s New York City.” He pointed out, to which you nodded in agreement, poured a mug of straight black coffee for your husband before dumping too much sugar into your own.

“Yeah you know we’ve been working on that, actually?” Poe finally reappeared, dusting his hands off on his trousers, empty handed, as predicted.

Kylo took a sip of his coffee, gave Poe a hard look.

“All due respect Officer Dameron, you ain’t been doing a pretty good job.” He said.

“How’s your mother?” Poe sneered, and you immediately stepped between them, literally, before Kylo’s trigger-happy finger sent them into a world of trouble.

“Would you like the search the top floor? Lots of fun dressers and closets to rifle through up there.” You offered, bright and cheery, diffusing a situation that could turn too ugly too quickly.

Luckily, Finn caught the tension as well, and he steered his partner away from a showdown that would land everyone dead or in jail.

“Thank you very much Mrs. Ren. We’ll just head up there now and then get out of your hair!” Finn called as he more or less shoved Poe up the staircase.

 When they were gone, you turned to Kylo, gave his hand a squeeze. His jaw was clenched tight, and his eyes were dark, and he looked entirely too handsome with how angry he was.

“Hey, you’re okay.” You reassured him, rubbed your thumb in circles on the back of his hand where the bandages were clean and minimal, easy to hide with hands in his pockets like Kylo so frequently liked to do. “Poe’s an asshole.”

“M’sorry.” Kylo said through clenched teeth, but you shook your head.

“Don’t be.” You replied sincerely, a steadying anchor for him, always. “They’ll be gone in a bit and then we can get back to our day.”

He nodded, and you cupped his scarred cheek, leading him back to the couch in the living room to resume watching the wedding video.

Neither of you were really paying much attention to it, least of all Kylo. He was acutely listening to the footsteps of the officers on the third floor of the apartment, could hear them opening and closing doors.

It was only about twenty more minutes until they came back down the stairs, once again empty handed.

“We’re all done, Mrs. Ren.” Finn said cheerfully, and you smiled pleasantly back at him, getting off the couch to walk them out, much to Kylo’s annoyance.

“Alright, you boys take care now.” You said as they stepped back into their shoes at the front door.

“Happy anniversary ma’am, again, we’re sorry about this.” Finn blushed, truly apologetic.

“No don’t be, a job’s a job, right?” You laughed, easy breezy beautiful.

You closed the door behind them, and immediately sighed, tension dropping from your shoulders.

“I hate when they touch all your shit like that.” Kylo glowered, rage simmering and smoldering under his skin, his fists clenching and unclenching.

“It’s easier to just let them do it than fighting them, you know that.” You replied sweetly, returning to the couch where he was practically grabbing for you.

“I know, but I don’t fucking like it.” He grumbled, voice deep deep deep, so deep it vibrated into your mouth when he kissed you hard. “You know what I was thinking?”

“What’s that?” You asked, already knowing the answer, knowing from the way his grip on you was too tight, how he was wound up, how he needed to get that pent up aggression out.

He splayed a big hand right on your pussy, ground the heel of his palm against your cunt, licked and sucked at your neck.

“I was thinking maybe I could fuck you really really hard and get you knocked up so we can have a summer baby like we’ve been talking about.” He growled, and you hummed in agreement.

“Oh now that sounds like a very good idea.” You nodded, “Kylo – hey!”

You were laughing at the way he picked you up suddenly, the way he practically tossed you over his shoulder, the way he went up the stairs two at a time with you in his arms. He wasn’t laughing though, he wouldn’t be for a long while, but that was alright.

As long as it was replaced with moans instead.

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Harrison Osterfield x Fem!Reader — Enemies to Lovers AU

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word count: 4.5k summary: you’re certain haz is just out to sabotage your friendship with tom. so when you get a chance to talk to him about alone, he reveals his true colours. warnings: was this fic an excuse to write gratuitous smut? mayhaps no. that being said, here’s the n*fw warning. smut: unprotected sex wrap your tool, kids, biting, dirty talk, dom/sub, body worship, slight spanking.. if im missing any please tell me.

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   You really didn’t want to be in this situation.

   Your fingers toyed with the straw in the glass in front of you as watched the bubbles from the carbonation rise slowly from the bottom. Maybe if you concentrated hard enough, you’d float off like one of them and finally be able to escape this terrible fate.

   How did this even happen?

   Oh right. It was his fault.

   “Ah shit, mate,” Tom had sighed over the phone. “I forgot about today.”

   “That’s fine,” you said, pouring yourself a cup of tea. “That’s why I called you. Wanted to make sure you were still up for it. If you’re busy we can reschedule, though.”

   “I can’t do that to you,” he insisted. “You know I’m gonna be busy for the next little while. Got that new movie coming up…”

   “And you still won’t tell me what it is,” you laughed. “I’m proud of you, Thomas. I’m surprised you haven’t spoiled anything yet.”

   “I’d like to think I’ve matured, Y/N,” he teased, obviously miffed you called him by his full name. “Besides, last time that happened—”

   “Marvel beat your ass, yes I know. Fine, you don’t have to tell me.”

   “You’re so understanding.”

   “It’s just who I am,” you grinned. You knew he could probably hear it in your voice through the phone. “So you still want to get lunch today? A final send-off before you devote yourself to your craft and forget about my existence?”

   “As if I could forget you,” he laughed. “I’d die without you, mate. But yeah, lunch today is good. There is one thing, though.”

   “I love things.”

   “I don’t think you’ll like this particular thing.”

   You pressed the phone between your shoulder and ear, holding it in place as you pressed you brought your tea up to your lips and blew gently on it to cool it down.

   “Okay, now you’ve got me interested.”

   “Well,” he began. “I forgot about today because we planned it a few weeks ago and I’m really sorry, but Harrison and I had made plans to hang out somewhere today so… can he come?”

   “Uh,” you said, your brow furrowing. “Yes? Why wouldn’t he be able to come?”

   “You two don’t exactly get along,” he laughed nervously. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable because it’s totally on me that I forgot about today so if you want I can—”

   “Tom, it’s fine,” you sighed. “It’s not like we hate each other.”

   “You say that and yet…”

   “Shut up, idiot.”

   “Okay, so that’s a yes?” he asked, not denying the fact that he was an idiot.

   “Of course of it is,” you’d replied.

   Oh, how naive you were. Of course, it wasn’t going to go well.

   And besides, Harrison had no right to look that good for a simple lunch. He looked like he’d just walked off a red carpet. Not even Tom, who was sitting beside him sipping casually on a coke as he raised an eyebrow at you, looked that… good.

   Harrison wasn’t even doing anything important. He was just looking off to the side, probably ogling a waitress or something, as he brought a chip up to his lips and bit down.

   You swallowed harshly as he did.

   His hair was styled perfectly, the front of it upswept and brushed to the side, revealing the entirety of his grossly perfect face. The sharp edge of his jawline moved as he chewed, and you watched the bounce of the muscles along the length of it and had to bring your glass of water up to your lips. The denim jacket that clung to his shoulders gripped his frame perfectly and it was just so unfair.

   Good thing it was almost over.

   “Are you doing anything after this?” you asked Tom, hoping to break the silence.

   “Yeah,” he replied. “I have a meeting to go to. And I actually—” he paused, bringing his watch up to look at the time. “—should get going.”

   “Sure,” you said. “I can get the bill.”

   “No,” Tom said. “I got it. Oh, and before I forget, you left some clothes at our flat. Been meaning to give them back but I keep forgetting. Harrison washed them for you so if you’re not busy you can go grab them right now.”

   “You did?” you asked incredulously, looking at Harrison.

   He shrugged, crystal blue eyes refusing to meet yours as he continued to munch on the remainder of his food.

   “Yeah, he did,” Tom smiled. He stood and grabbed the jacket from the back of his chair, slinging it over an arm as he reached into his jeans and pulled out his wallet. “He can drive you there if you want. You’re not busy later, right?”

   The question was directed toward Harrison. His mouth opened, gaping like a fish for a moment before he caught your gaze. He sighed and shrugged.

   “Yeah, I suppose I can,” he agreed.

   “Awesome,” Tom smiled. “I’ll go pay, you two get going. I’m gonna be late again, but fuck it.”

   After saying goodbye to Tom, complete with a hug and him complaining about how you messed up his hair when you ruffled it gently, you followed Harrison to his car. It wasn’t exactly a perfect day, but it was nice; as nice at it could get in London. The sun was completely obscured by the clouds but it wasn’t raining so, of course, he had the top down.

   He stepped around to driver’s side and got in, eyeing you carefully as you reached over and put your bag in the backseat before opening the door to the passenger side and getting into the car. He hadn’t even bothered to open the door for you. Not that you were mad, you could open your own door. But why would he do something like that for you?

   The ride to Tom and Harrison’s flat was nothing short of awkward. You could cut the tension with a knife.

   Until you decided you’d had enough.

   “Do you think I’m stupid?”

   Harrison turned to you for a moment before focusing back on the road ahead of him, a ghost of a smile on his lips.

   “Depends on the reason you’re asking,” he said. It was the first thing he’d said to you since the restaurant and it was already making you grind your teeth together.

   “I know you heard us planning lunch a few weeks ago,” you said. “You live with him. Why of all days do you have to plan to hang out on the day that we were supposed to go to lunch?”

   “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said.

   You turned to your right, glancing at him, and saw the smile that crept up on his face. The corner of his lips tilted upward even though he was keeping his eyes on the road. His hair flew wildly about his face in the wind. You shook your head, slumping into your seat.

   “Unbelievable.”

   When you arrived at the flat, it was even worse.

   Harrison turned the key in the lock and pushed the door open, throwing his keys onto the kitchen table once you both stepped in. You shut the door behind you and watched as he tugged off his jacket one sleeve at a time. He threw it onto the back of the couch, leaving him only in a grey t-shirt that hugged his arms a little too beautifully, and turned to you with a sigh.

   “Your stuff’s in the laundry room,” he said. “You can go grab it and then you can go.”

   You were taken aback for a moment.

   “I’m sorry?”

   “I’m just saying,” he muttered, brushing a hand through his hair. “You obviously don’t wanna be here any longer than you have to ‘cause Tom’s not here so…”

   “No, wait,” you said, crossing your arms and stepping toward him. “I want to talk about this. Why do you hate me? What have I done for you to dislike me so much, I don’t get it.”

   Harrison sighed again, his hand still in his hair.

   “Do we have to do this right now?”

   “Why not,” you said. You took a seat at the kitchen table as he leaned on the back of the couch. “We’re both here. Tom’s not here. Might as well get it all out in the open.”

   “I’d really rather not—”

   “Just tell me, Harrison,” you sighed. “I’m sick of this. Don’t you think we should resolve this for Tom’s sake? It’s tearing him apart. You’re his best friend and practically his fourth brother, and he’s my best friend. He’s all I’ve got out here. I don’t wanna make his life miserable because we don’t get along.”

   “Fine,” Harrison said. “You wanna know what I think?”

   “I do.”

   “I’m scared,” he admitted, though his expression was serious. Almost angry, in fact. “Because every other girl who’s ever stepped foot in this flat claiming to be Tom’s ‘friend’ has only wanted two things—” he listed them off on his fingers as he spoke. “—sex and money. And my brother, because you said it yourself, he’s my brother, has to get his heart broken over and over because girls want to take advantage of him solely because of who he is. And frankly? I don’t know if I can trust you.”

   “You really think I’d do that?” you asked. Your expression was sad, brows furrowed as you stood from your spot and stepped toward him. “Harrison, I love Tom. I’m so far from home and he’s my closest friend; fuck, he’s my only friend. Why would I give that up? I don’t care about his money, I care about him as a person.”

   You shook your head, crossing your arms over your chest. “I thought you of all people would be able to see that with how much time I spend in your damn apartment.”

   “Flat,” he mumbled under his breath.

   “Oh, whatever.”

   He glanced up at you then, surprised at the chuckle at left your lifts with those words. His eyes were wide and curious as if he’d never seen you laugh before. You shook your head as you smiled to yourself, biting your lips as you met his eyes again. From his position leaning against the couch, he was just about eye level with you, and you saw his lips break into the first real smile—not a smirk or a snigger—but a real smile as he laughed quietly under his breath.

   “Do you believe me now?” you asked softly.

   “I always believed you,” he said. Your brows furrowed as he looked up and met your gaze. “I… I guess I was jealous, too. You spend so much time with Tom, you’re so close, I guess I was keeping you away from him for my sake too.”

   “W-what do you mean?”

   “I don’t think I could take it if you and Tom did end up together,” he admitted. His cheeks were beginning to glow a little redder as he spoke. “So I guess I was trying to keep you all to myself.”

   “I thought you hated me,” you admitted, stepping forward.

   He laughed mirthlessly, his shoulder shaking as he looked down at his lap.

   “Are you joking?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper. “First time Tom brought you home I almost thought I’d died.”

   “What are you—”

   “‘Here’s this angel,’ I said to myself. ‘And she’s with Tom. Again.’ I always end up third-wheeling around him and his past girlfriends. I thought I’d have to live through that again. But it was…. different.”

   He sighed and looked up to meet your gaze. His ice blue eyes looked sad.

   “It hurt a little more with you,” he admitted. “Because you’re… so beautiful. And I was jealous. Tom always gets the pretty girls.”

   “I’m not that pretty,” you muttered.

   “You are,” he replied, eyes serious. “You don’t see it but you are.”

   You sighed, rolling your eyes and throwing your arms up in exasperation. You stepped toward him until your feet were almost touching.

   “Then why didn’t you talk to me?” you asked. “Why didn’t you… say anything?”

   “Guess I was scared.”

   You smiled softly, grinning at him.

   “If anyone was scared it was me,” you said. He looked up at you in confusion. “I thought the hottest guy I knew hated me. And if that wasn’t a blow to the old self esteem, I don’t know what is.”

   “You…” he began, but trailed off when you stepped closer to him, standing between his legs. He looked almost afraid.

   His hand was shaking as he brought it up under your chin, gripping your jaw with such a delicacy, it was like he was handling the finest porcelain in the world.

   And the smirk was back, but you only saw it for a fraction of a second, before his large, warm hands were cupping your cheeks and he pulled you softly in. His lips were so warm, much softer than you expected but it was so good, almost too good as you pushed into him. Harrison’s hands moved from your cheeks down your arms, tracing the curves of your waist before he squeezed your ass. You gasped into his mouth, pulling away as you rested your forehead against his. He was panting, breath hot on your wet lips.

   “Been wanting to feel that ass for so long,” he whispered.

   You moaned out loud, pressing into his chest.

   Harrison’s lips moved down your neck and along your jaw, nipping at certain places and sucking on others. He stood from his spot on the back of the couch and suddenly his mouth was at a much better angle. It felt like he was swallowing you whole and you loved it. He tapped your thigh before giving it a squeeze, and you raised it up his leg. He placed his hands underneath your thighs and hoisted you up against him, and as you rose you felt his clothed hardness brush against your core and he rumbled against your throat at the friction.

   With your hands in his hair, ruining the perfect style that you’d admired from earlier, he tried to maneuver through the flat as best as he could, trying to find his bedroom.

   He shoved the door open, walking you towards his bed until his knees hit the edge of it and he lowered you down against it. You let him go as you lay on your back against his sheets, face flushed and chest rising and lowering with each heavy breath. He stood for a moment longer, admiring your spread form on his bed.

   All for him.

   “So beautiful,” he murmured

   “Stop,” you whined, bringing your hands up to cover your chest even though you were still fully clothed.

   “No, no, no, darling,” he smiled, kneeling over you and pulling your hands away. You gave little resistance, allowing him to move you like a doll. “Let me see you.”

   Fingertips trailing down your abdomen, Harrison found the bottom of your shirt and tugged it upwards. He kissed along the soft skin of your stomach as he moved it up, lips following the hem as he slowly pulled it off of you. When he’d finally tugged it off, he loomed over you and smiled.

   “You’re perfect, love,” he murmured. His hands slipped underneath your back and undid the clasp of your bra, taking both that and your shirt and throwing them somewhere into his room. His palm found the mound of one of your breasts, kneading it softly as you threw your head back against the mattress and moaned. He took the opportunity to attach his lips to your neck, sucking harshly as he pinched your nipple. “And you’re all mine.”

   Harrison’s attention returned to your breast, his hand still massaging one but his lips finding the nipple of the other. He rolled his teeth over the hardened bud, never quite biting but allowing you to feel the edge of them against it.

   “Fuck,” you sighed. “All yours. Only yours, oh fuck.”

   “Sound so pretty for me, Y/N,” he sighed. His tongue circled the nipple under his mouth before giving it a hard suck. “Gonna moan like that when I fuck you?”

   “Oh my go—fuck.”

   You could barely form words, your brain not even noticing that he’d stopped playing with your breast and his hands were already pushing your pants down your legs. He pulled away from you, helping you out of the jeans you wore and spreading your legs in front of him with his hands on your knees.

   “Gonna need an answer, darling,” he teased.

   “Yes,” you sighed, the words merely a breath. “Yes, I will.”

   “Mmm good.”

   And then one of his unfairly long fingers was on your panties, and you jumped as he circled your clit with the tip of his finger. His short nail dragged against the fabric and you tried to buck up into his touch, but he pulled away before you could.

   A long whine left your lips, and he smirked from between your legs.

   “Already so sensitive,” he smiled. He dragged to fingers from your folds to your clit, still over the fabric of your panties, before he pressed on the bundle of nerves with a wicked smile on his face. “Did I do this to you, love?”

   “Fuck!” you moaned, hips desperately bucking into his hand. “Yes, just for you.”

   “No one else makes you feel like this?”

   “No—fuck me, oh my god—no one else.”

   “So impatient,” he laughed. “Wanted to play with you for a bit, darling.”

   You whined at the thought, imagining Harrison toying with you, making you cum again and again with his fingers or his tongue, or maybe edging you until you begged him to fuck you, making your pussy clench though it was around nothing.

   “Please,” you whimpered, your hands coming up to rub at your breasts. You were desperate to feel anything. “Please fuck me, Harrison, please.”

   “Since you asked so nicely.”

   He was out of his clothes before you even had the chance to beg once more. His boxers were the last to go and you almost choked as you caught sight of his cock.

   It was perfect, long and girthy, a drop of precum already forming at the pink tip. You were hit with an urge to lick it away, but he brushed a finger through it and spread it over the length, stroking himself gently. He was already so hard and swollen and you could feel yourself throb at the thought of it inside you.

   “You ready, love?” he asked you.

   Harrison lowered himself in front of you, hooking his arms under your knees and tugging you closer to him.

   You nodded eagerly, hands extended to reach for him.

   “Please, Harrison,” you whined.

   “I’ve got you, love,” he muttered, one hand gripping yours as he intertwined your fingers and the other guiding his cock to your entrance. “I’ve got you.”

   He sank home in a single thrust, and you screamed at the stretch. He was so big, far bigger than anyone else you’d ever had but he was perfect. It was delicious, the feeling of him inside you. He was hot, hard, and heavy and you felt yourself clench around him.

   Harrison groaned as he felt you spasm. He lowered himself above you, pressing his nose under your chin.

   “So fucking tight,” he moaned. “Fucking amazing.”

   “Move,” you whimpered, hands in his hair. “Please.”

   “Don’t wanna cum right away, love,” he laughed. “You that desperate for me?”

   “Fuck, yes.”

   His teeth found your throat, sucking the sting away and leaving a purpling mark behind as he pulled out, and you whined at the feeling. But it was short-lived, because he thrust back in again, starting a steady pace of thrusts that had your hands shaking and your abdomen tensed with each brush of his cock against your g-spot.

   You were moaning like a wanton whore, loud and embarrassing in any other situation but with the weight of Harrison inside you, it seemed fitting. Whiny moans, his name spilling from your lips like a prayer, hymns of “please” and “fuck” tumbling through the air between the two of you.

   “Fuck, you sound so beautiful, Y/N,” he moaned. “So perfect. Could cum just from hearing you say my name.”

   He was pounding into you then, hips slapping with a lewd echo of skin against skin. Your legs came up around his waist, your ankles crossing just above his ass. You pulled him by his hair gently until his face was level with yours and you kissed him fiercely, all pressure and lips mashing against teeth.

   His teeth closed around your bottom lip and tugged gently, lips sucking around it.

   “Fuck, darling,” he moaned. “So good.”

   But then he stopped.

   And as he did you whined out loud, a pained sound as you were left quivering and wanting. You gripped at his hair and tried to tug him closer, undulating your hips in a weak attempt to feel him moving inside of you again.

   Harrison groaned, sucking at your jaw.

   “So desperate for my cock,” he murmured against your skin. “Don’t worry, love, I’ve got you. Turn over for me.”

   It was almost laughable how quickly you spun around underneath him after he pulled out, folding your arms under your head and arching your back. Your ass brushed against his cock and you heard him inhale sharply.

   You jumped when his large hand collided with the supple flesh of your cheek.

   “Such a good girl for me,” he said from above you. “You look gorgeous like this darling, ass in the air just begging me to fuck you.”

   “Please,” you whined. “Harrison, please.”

   You turned your head in order to see him, cheek pressed against the mattress. You saw him stroking himself slowly as his other hand kneaded your ass. His hand came down in another quick slap and you mewled, pressing back against him. He rubbed the handprint out with his palm before he lined himself up and sunk back into you again, hands coming down around your head to hold himself up. You felt his hot breath against your shoulder blades before he pressed an open-mouthed kiss between them, just along your spine.

   “So fucking perfect, baby,” he sighed. “Feel so fucking good around me.”

   You moaned your response, bringing a hand up to grip at his hair. He let you guide him down as you turned your head, his mouth finding yours as he continued to pound into you from behind. Your voice shook as you whined into his mouth.

   “Fuck,” you breathed. “Fuck, Harrison I—”

   Your words were cut off with a loud shriek, your head turning back to face forward as you bit the pillow in order to silence yourself.

   The only sounds you could hear were your own muffled cries and the sound of Harrison’s hips slamming against your ass over and over and over. You could feel your wetness dripping down your thighs and onto the sheets below you. It didn’t look like he would stop any time soon.

   But you didn’t want him to.

   “Gonna cum for me, baby?” he murmured.

   You nodded desperately into the pillow, turning to look at him with teary eyes. The pleasure almost had you crying.

   One of his hands reached around your front, fingers rubbing at your clit gently with just enough pressure to have you whimpering into the pillows under him. He hadn’t relented on the pace, still ruthlessly drilling into you with his cock. And with the added stimulation to your clit, you were almost coming undone in an instant.

   “H-Harrison,” you panted. “Gonna cum. Gonna fucking cum, oh my God.”

   “Yeah, love?” He was panting too, breaths heavy against the back of your neck. “God, you’re amazing.”

   Your thighs were shaking around him and your head was thrown back, so close to the edge and so close to tipping over.

   “Cum for me, Y/N,” he whispered into your ear. “Cum all over my cock.”

   With a pinched groan and a high pitched squeal, you came all over him as your hips stuttered against his hand and over his cock. Your head fell forward against the mattress with a groan.

   “Fuck, baby,” he groaned. “I can feel you clenching around me. Did I make you cum that hard? So hard just for me?”

   “Please,” you whimpered. “Harrison.”

   “Don’t worry, darling. I’m right behind you.”

   And as if on cue, his hips began to stutter as he started groaning against your neck, a loud guttural moan escaping his lips as he stilled inside you. You felt the warmth of him inside you, painting your walls and you sighed in contentment.

   “Oh, fuck,” he moaned, dragging out the word, pressing his hips into your ass as he rode out his orgasm.

   He groaned as he pulled out. He gently flipped you onto your back, picking up his shirt from the floor and pressing it under your ass to catch the fluid that seeped from your folds. You laughed tiredly as he did so, and he shot you a smile.

   “Towels are too far,” he explained.

   Harrison took his time cleaning you up. You were already drowsy, hand running through his hair and petting him gently as he wiped his cum away. You winced a couple of times, your folds still sensitive and your pussy still throbbing from the aftermath of your orgasm but it was… calming.

   When he was done, he threw the shirt into his hamper, gripping you close to his chest and laughing as he pulled you up to his pillows.

   “That was,” he began, curling his body around yours and bringing a knee up between your thighs. “The best sex I’ve ever had.”

   “Shut up,” you muttered. Your cheeks were still red.

   He kissed the back of your neck, sighing as he settled into a comfortable position. “Never.”

   From somewhere on the floor, there was the buzz of a phone. Harrison groaned from behind you.

   “I’ll grab it,” you muttered, reaching down until you felt the fabric of his pants and tugged it up.

   Patting around it until you felt the weight of his phone, you tugged it out of the pocket and struggled to find the button to turn it on because who has an Android anymore?

   Glancing at the screen, you laughed out loud as you read the most recent text notification. Harrison peeked up from over your shoulder, and though you couldn’t see it, you knew his eyes grew wide as he saw it.

Tom: how’d it go? you tell her how you feel yet? it’s hard getting you two alone, you know

   Reaching over, he pulled the phone from your hands, muttering “fucking dickhead” under his breath.

   “You weren’t meant to see that,” he admitted.

   “Yeah, maybe,” you admitted, turning over in his arms so you could face. You gripped his cheeks, pressing a soft kiss to his nose.

   He smiled gently at you.

   “But I’m glad I did.”

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Restless Farewell [N*FW][1/3]

Summary: Veronique goes to The City That Never Sleeps to recruit a thief, instead she meets a man with whom she can be ordinary with for just one night. But is he really who he seems? // Pairing: Niles Edison (Thief) x THM F!MC // Rating: EXPLICIT 18+ LEMON. By clicking on "read more", you are verifying that you are old enough to be reading this fic. // Words: 2935 // Notes: this is the precursor to the sneak peek I posted. It is canon-divergent in some places, although it sticks to the canon story-line as much as possible The first fic in this series takes place in NYC, the night before MC and Rye meet with Niles Edison aka Eddie Quick in Washington Square Park. I HC the MC to be in their 30s and Edison to be late 40s. It’s full of angst and smut. If you like those two things, proceed! Lyrics are from the song Restless Farewell by Bob Dylan.

Chapter One

New York City is full of ghosts. 

The first time Veronique, once known as Alaïs Dègas Lionheart, came to the City That Never Sleeps, she was just five years old. She dreams of it, sometimes: Times Square in winter, ice skates and hot chocolate, her mother dripping with rubies and diamonds, a sheik's ransom. The Nutcracker Ballet, sugar plums and chocolate mice, her father carrying her on his shoulders to the castle in Central Park, a fairy tale of turrets and stained glass windows.  

And there are other memories too, darker ones, the kind a child doesn't understand, the kind an adult pushes away. Suitcases of gold bouillon, walking in on her father throwing handfuls of cash in the air as her mother lies on the bed, her mother's bruised eyes and bloody mouth. I walked into a door, ma petit. It was very silly of me. 

Yes, the city is full of ghosts tonight. 

Veronique walks down the city streets without really looking around, yet somehow her feet seem to know where they are going. She passes Times Square in a blur of color and light, Chinatown, with joss paper in the shop windows, botanicas in the Bronx full of colored saint's candles and Santa Muerte, until she is somewhere near Central Park, standing on the path to the castle.

The leaves whisper in the night, their music borne by the wind. Shhh, shhh. She can hear the song in her head that her father used to whistle as he counted stacks of cash, his blazing head bent in concentration. 

"Oh, all the money that in my whole life I did spend / Be it mine right or wrongfully / I let it slip gladly to friends / To tie up the time most forcefully..." 

"Daddy?" Veronique whispers, and only the leaves whisper back. Shhh, shhhh. 

She forgets she is a criminal mastermind, she forgets she is a thief. She forgets about heists in Monaco, and men with cold, flat eyes who stare at you as they kiss the mouths of their guns. She forgets about Rye, the man she loves like a brother, sleeping like a blameless man back at the hotel before their flight in the morning. There is only Alaïs, the Little Robber Princess, and a man's scratchy voice, singing a poet's song. 

"But the bottles are done / We've killed each one / And the table's full and overflowed / And the corner sign / Says it's closing time / So I'll bid farewell and be down the road... "

In the lamplight, the hair is fox-red, and Veronique runs. The man continues down the path, still singing softly. Her hand skims his shoulder, and he turns around. "Daddy?" But it is a stranger's face, craggy and rough and wrong, one eye sewn shut, the other blue as river glass. There is something cunning and strangely hungry in the man's eyes, under the lamplight they flicker for a moment, and Veronique realizes how far she is from the crowds, unable to disappear in plain sight. 

Veronique spins on her heel, and runs. Down the path, into the dark forest ramble, branches scraping her arms. She comes out on a well-lit path of cobblestones, with no sign of the man behind her. Despite her sigh of relief, she stills. She can feel someone, watching her from the dark. Waiting. A beat, and Veronique spins around, whipping her fists up, but the inky shadows remain still, seething with the secrets of the night. 

•••

Three city blocks later, she hasn't lost her tail. She wonders, for a moment, if it's one of the Rooks following her, but brushes the thought away almost as instantly as it comes. They wouldn't be so amateur. 

"Lionheart." That name, the name no one living should know. 

Veronique bolts down the nearest alleyway, and bursts out the other side, her lungs burning, just in time to see a black Lincoln with its lights turned off pull up to the curb. The window rolls down, and the long muzzle of a Berretta points straight at her. 

Time stills, and her mind goes blank. Lionheart. The last time she saw the two of them, it was snowing in the mountains, the sky a dusky purple from the ambient glow of the city. Her father had promised her a golden nightingale that would sing down the moon, and when her mother's lips brushed across her forehead, the little robber princess pretended to be fast asleep. 

"Get back!" Someone yanks Veronique by the wrist right back into the alleyway, hands braced on the brick wall over her head, body pressed up against hers, shielding her from harm. She is afraid to breathe, and all she can feel is his heart thundering against hers, under the cover of darkness. The Barretta aims, and fires, and Veronique bites back a scream as the bullet's impact rains down red brick dust on the pair of them. He grabs her hand, and whispers hoarsely, "Now!" 

Veronique doesn't look back, or up at the man pulling her through the shadows, until they are back in the well-lit streets of Times Square. She is shivering, she cannot seem to stop. Lionheart. That name. How could someone know it, after all these long lonely years? 

"Alright, luv?" The man turns around, looking down at her, and drops her hand in surprise. "Bloody hell, you're not who -- " he corrects himself "-- you're not what I was expecting." 

But who did you expect? Veronique finds herself staring up into the face of a handsome, distinguished older man with dark brown hair gone nearly gray and a trim beard, wearing a brown trench coat and a long dark red scarf. He whips off his glasses, rubbing them with his sleeve, and shoots her a charming smile. His eyes are malachite green behind his glasses, like the pendant she wears around her neck. 

There is something dangerous about this man, she thinks -- Something that could make or break an ordinary woman. He holds out his hand to shake. 

"The name's Eddie." 

She pushes a swath of golden hair behind one ear, and smiles. "Hey." 

•••

"You look as though you could use a proper drink. I know I could." Eddie shakes his head in disbelief. "You almost gave me a heart attack back there. Christ! I thought --" but he bites back whatever it is he was about to say. 

She's still shaking from adrenaline, her skin buzzing, and she realizes they are so close that they could touch, if they wanted. She wants him to touch her, she realizes. To just feel like an ordinary woman for one night, instead of one who can make or break a man. But she doesn't move away. "A drink sounds fantastic. I'm --" Alaïs. It's on the tip of her tongue, and she wonders, for a brief, unguarded moment, what it would be like to be herself with a stranger, just for one night. "Alaïs." 

He raises his brows, giving her an obvious once-over, eyes lingering in appreciation on her legs and breasts. "That's a lovely name -- Alaïs. She was the mistress of Henry the Second." He clears his throat, the distance between them fixed, neither making any move to go off and search for the promised drinks. And then his lips are on hers, the sound of the city falling away in his searing kiss. Her heart rate speeds up, adrenaline pumping through her veins as the kiss deepens, his tongue hot in her mouth as his hands encircle her hips, pulling her flush up against his broad chest. 

When they pull apart, Eddie smiles down at her, so softly that Veronique feels her insides fall apart. "How about that drink, then? I know a place..." 

•••

The hotel bar is well-appointed, with dark, heavy pre-war furnishings, a relic of a time gone by. They sit at the bar, their knees not quite touching, the air between them heady, thick with desire. Eddie levels a wink at her, and catches the eye of the bartender. 

"What'll you have?" Carter, his name tag reads, gold leaf on black plastic. He's blonde, good looking in that slick, clean cut way, and his smile is practiced, white and fake. 

"I'll take an Old Fashioned. And for the lady, a gin and tonic, I think. Make sure it's top shelf, proper gin, none of that shoddy Bombay." Eddie pushes a strand of hair behind her ear, dark green gaze locked on hers for a moment. "Did I get it right, then?" 

Veronique drops her eyes, then looks up at him from under her lashes. "Make it a gin fizzy." 

Eddie hums in approval. "A bird of refined tastes, you are." 

"Citrus Pay, sir, if you'd like to open a tab?" Carter returns with the drinks, bringing out a tablet, and Eddie recoils, a look of disgust crossing his features. 

"I don't go in for none of that bloody newfangled garbage. Cold hard cash, that's what we paid with back in my --" 

Carter rolls his eyes. "Very well, sir. Some of our older guests prefer to pay the old fashioned way, if that's what you prefer." He slides the Old Fashioned towards Eddie, mouth trembling as he tries to hide his amusement. "And for the lady, a Tanqueray gin fizzy, garnished with a fair-trade organic lime wedge, raw unrefined pink turbindo sugar on the rim, hand ground and imported from --" 

Eddie rolls his eyes. "You're not on the pull, mate, you're just serving the lady a drink. No need to slather it on." 

Carter rolls his eyes. "Very well, sir. Signal me if you need another, Old Fashioned." 

Veronique plucks at Eddie's sleeve before he can give the bartender a piece of his mind. She nods to a low-lit booth with a chessboard. "Care to place a wager?" 

Eddie's eyes light up in appreciation at the swing in her hips as she brushes past him, his eyes raking her up and down. "As long as it doesn't involve any of that bloody modern claptrap, I'm all in, luv." 

•••

"Lady's choice." Eddie sets up the board so fast that her head spins. His knees brush hers under the table, and her pulse speeds up erratically, craving each seemingly innocuous touch. "Black or white?" 

His hand lifts the hem of her skirt, caressing her just above the knee. Not so innocent after all. "Black." 

He raises a brow, sipping his drink thoughtfully. "A lady who likes to live dangerously, I see." Surveying the chess board, he moves a white pawn two spaces. "And I suppose this wager of yours is dangerous too?" 

Veronique takes a slow sip of her gin fizzy, seductively licking the foam off her lips, and watches as his pupils enlarge. "You'll have to play the game to find out." 

Eddie inhales sharply as she scoots to the very edge of the seat, parting her legs and moving his hand further up her thigh. "Oh, I intend to." His eyes are locked on hers as she mirrors his move, pawn before the king going two spaces forward. He moves another pawn two spaces forward. "So what brings you to New York, Alaïs -- business or pleasure?" His hand slides up her thigh. 

Alaïs. The name gives her heart a funny little twist, and she realizes she hasn't heard it spoken aloud by another person for almost thirty years. "I could ask you the same thing." Veronique plays with the malachite pendant around her neck, drawing his eyes to her cleavage. "But tonight... It's pleasure." 

Eddie is fighting back a smile. "Are all American birds these days as cheeky as you?" 

Veronique leans forward, long blonde hair brushing the chessboard, and asks in a husky whisper, "And just how long has it been since you've been in New York City?" 

He leans forward, their faces mere inches apart, his lips brushing against her ear, the sound of his English accent making her throb between the legs, like the beat of her heart, aching, wanting. "Too goddamned long enough." 

She turns her cheek, and his lips ghost across hers, the sensation of his stubble on her flesh causing her to inhale sharply, a tiny, yearning moan escaping her. "Eddie." 

He leans back, but his gaze never leaves hers. "You're not bloody cheeky, luv, you're downright dangerous." 

That I am. She thinks of the malachite pendant around her neck, sharpened to a point. 

All thieves live by a code of honor, my little robber princess, her father's voice whispers down the years. Never kill a man just to kill him, for it will always come back to haunt you. But if you need a friend, this stone is your best bet. Lick it and stick it, it'll work like a charm. Keep it close, and it may save your life. But I hope to hell that day never comes. 

Instead of answering, Veronique pulls Eddie's hand right to the apex of her thighs, hot and slick, craving his touch; and with her other hand, makes a move on the board, leaving her queen open. 

His fingers brush the thin strip of fabric, feeling how wet she is. He growls, his voice dark and rough. "What's the wager? We never said."

"That we both win tonight." She slides backwards in the booth, away from his hand, her heart hammering like mad. She must be crazy, she must be foolish, but she doesn't care, she wants -- "Eddie." 

"Right, then." He drains his drink and then throws some cash on the table, holding out a hand. "Shall we?" 

•••

They've barely stepped into the elevator when Eddie spins her around, pressing her up against the wall in a hard kiss. His hands glide up her thighs, cupping her ass, and she rocks against him, moaning as his fingers skim over the damp fabric of her underwear with the lightest pressure, teasing her clit. 

Eddie grunts as Veronique bites his shoulder, and all of a sudden the elevator dings. They break apart, disheveled and erect in all the wrong places. Eddie adjusts his trousers as a dark-haired man with an arrogant look steps into the elevator, followed by a pixie-haired blonde girl who looks as though she's smelled something bad. 

"The ground floor, bellhop," the dark haired man says to Eddie with a peevish air, and turns to the girl. "I didn't know the Waldorf-Astoria was hiring riff-raff these days. I'll have to have a talk with the owner." 

"Oh, Uncle Antoine, don't be such a snob," the girl says. "Like... Oh. Em. Gee!"

"This is your stop, mate," Eddie says with a grimace, slamming the emergency stop button. "'Fraid the elevator's closed for maintenance." He shoulder checks Antoine on his way out, and pushes him and his niece from the elevator into the hall, the pair of them spluttering with indignation. "Stairs are that way, guv." 

"I'm leaving a one star review on Yel--" Antoine is cut off as the elevator door slides shut, and Eddie turns back to Veronique, a smug grin on his face. "Now, where were we?" 

She can't be sure, but when she's sure, she's sure. Eddie has just picked both their pockets. A dangerous man, indeed. 

"Right... here." She tugs on his hand, and notices that there's a slight indent on one of his fingers, where a ring used to be. He can't be married, she frets in her head. But she can't be bothered to worry about it for long, because when Eddie kisses her, firmer than the first time, it feels more meaningful, more right. Like calls to like. It only makes sense that it would take a thief to make her come tonight. 

Eddie's mouth on hers is hot, her nipples are aching for his touch and as he begins rolling one nipple between his fingers, her brain short-circuits and goes blank. There is only this -- his slow, measured kiss, stretching out the pleasurable sensations happening elsewhere in her body. There's the way he tastes, like brandy and citron, and the sound of his deep growl as his hand slides between her legs again. 

It takes her nearly a full minute to realize she's no longer wearing underwear. He must have stolen them. A rush of heat throbs between her thighs, and the sound of his fingers slipping in and out of her slick, wet folds causes the coil of heat to tighten inside of her, harder and harder, biting her bottom lip as his mouth moves down her neck, sucking and nibbling a path to her nipples. The door starts to open, and Eddie slams on the floor button with his free hand. 

"I can't tell you how goddamned beautiful you are," he whispers into her ear. "Because words can't express it." 

Veronique is panting now, unable to catch her breath, and when he swirls his fingers rapidly over her clit, she comes hard and fierce, right then and there. 

"Eddie! Oh, fuck!" Veronique's hips buck uncontrollably, riding the intense wave of her orgasm. He sucks one nipple into his mouth and she screams his name, her legs nearly giving way as she collapses against him, his mouth claiming hers in a hard, possessive kiss. 

"Let's get you to bed, luv." Eddie strokes her cheek with the back of his hand. "Because I plan to shag you until you can't walk for a week." 

"Hurry," she moans.

She's never seen a man slam the elevator buttons so fast in her life. 

•••

Tag list will be in comments section since they seem to only work half the time.

[cozymamii]

Hey, there’s this guy I’ve been talking to for a bit but I don’t think I’d ever take it to the next level with him so I want to end it. I usually just ghost but I genuinely fw this guy, do I just say I don’t want to talk anymore ? 🥴

Just be honest with him and tell him you’re not feeling it anymore. If you keep dragging him along he might catch feelings and you’ll have to deal with something much bigger.

[gotakissforme]

I Know | Jung Jaehyun

photo via nct-lq here on tumblr (ᶦᵗ ᶠᶦᵗˢ ˢᵒ ʷᵉˡˡ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᵗʰᶦˢ ᶦᵐ⁻) 

Stalker!Jaehyun lowkey Yandere!Jaehyun too oops

word count: a whopping 1.3k im sorry

Turning off the kitchen sink you placed the last bowl on the drying rack. You wiped your hands with the dish towel, happy to finally finish the dishes you’d been putting off all day. You turned the kitchen light off as you turned to your living room. Suddenly, a breeze washed over you sending shivers up your spine. The feeling that you weren’t alone jumped upon you without warning. Looking back you were only met with a dark empty kitchen. You rubbed your arms willing the goosebumps on your skin to fade away as you walked to your couch having a seat on the fluffy cushions. It was moments like these when your mind would begin to play tricks on you, filling your head with the most fearful scenarios. Living alone had instilled a paranoia unlike any other in your brain. Though when you’d awake in the morning, without bruises or scratches and very much alive you felt like a spooked child. Naively believing in ghost stories and the one in a million chance of it happening to you, you tried your best to forget the little things. You were getting used to being alone now, finding ways to ignore the urge to run under your blankets or triple check the doors to ensure they were locked. The only light was the flickering TV as you switched between Comedy Central and animal planet. Unfortunately, animals and comics couldn’t distract you from the slowly thickening air and the hairs on your neck standing straight up. Finding the room far too uncomfortable, you decided to try to sleep away the lingering uneasiness you felt. Climbing the steps you suddenly heard a thump sound resonate throughout the bottom floor, as if something had fallen over. Fear filled your long strides up the rest of the steps and through the hallway to your room. You felt your chest constrict as you frantically locked your door. You spotted your phone on your bed and grabbed it dashing to the bathroom, locking that door behind you as well. You put an ear to the door listening carefully. Through the powerful beat of your heart in your ears you heard another thud, still downstairs but closer than the last. Tears began to prick your eyes as you slid down the door with a hand over your mouth. It couldn’t be the wind again this time, the wind stays outside your home not in it. The sound of your phone ringing echoed in the tile bathroom as you panicked. You swiftly accepted the call and brought the phone up to your ear.

“Oh hey Y/n! Finally you answer me, I have a question.”

The unmistakable voice of your friend Jaehyun hit your ears with a hymn akin to a choir. “Jaehyun!” you spoke in a hushed whisper, careful not to make a loud enough noise to be found.

“Y/n? What’s going on? You sound like you’re freaking out.” You inhaled a sharp breath letting out a high pitched whimper. “There’s-I think there’s-there’s someone in my house!” The line went silent for a bit, each second filling you with more fear.

“Jaehyun? Jae please,” you felt tears trail down your cheeks whilst you bit your bottom lip to keep from sobbing. A crash blew through the house and you knew it was the sound of breaking plates. They had to be in your kitchen.

“Y/n? Are you still there?” “Yes, yes, Jaehyun help me.” you whispered.

“I’ve called the police, they’re on the way to your house. Just stay on the phone with me, okay.” You mumbled a quick ok and he spoke again. “Is there anywhere you can hide? Somewhere they can’t get to you?” You explained to him you were upstairs hiding because the intruder was on the lower level.

“Good, good. It’s gonna be okay, just stay there.” He assured you his tone nearly as mangled as yours, sick with worry. You did everything you could to calm your breathing, from counting your breaths to putting your head between your knees, but nothing worked. “Jaehyun, I’m so scared. How long until the police get here?” You asked him feverishly, willing with all your might you wouldn’t be found.

“I know, I know. The closest station is on the other side of town.” He spoke softly almost as if to calm you down but his words did the opposite.

My side of town. You thought to yourself holding your breath. He did call the cops, didn’t he? A million questions flooded your brain as you heard someone trying to get into your bedroom. The locked door proved frustrating as the intruder shouted a cuss to himself. All your suspicions were justified as you heard Jaehyun repeat the same cuss over the phone. It felt as though all your blood fell to your hands and feet making you dizzy.

“J-Jaehyun?” You could hear his heavy breathing through the phone, aggressive and wild. “Jaehyun, how did you know my address to call the police?” You heard footsteps going down the stairs as Jaehyun began to speak again, “You told me.” He spoke in a commanding tone, almost forcing you to believe him. You felt your heart leaving blows against your rib cage and you clutched your heart hysterically.

“I didn’t tell you where I live Jae.”

Once again you were met with a deafening silence. You pulled the phone away from your ear just in time to hear footsteps clamor up the steps and one of the doors open, smacking against the wall. You hurriedly ended the call before leaving the bathroom and unlocking your bedroom door. As you opened the door, your only thought was on getting out of the house. Escaping would have to wait however, as your run to the stairs came to an abrupt stop by Jaehyun forcefully shoving you to the wall. You felt the wind get knocked out of you and a sharp pain emit from your spine. In the dim light of the empty house you could make out a face. The face of what you thought was a charming and kind man. Looking into Jaehyun’s eyes now, you knew that couldn’t be further from the truth. His forearm was across your neck nearly crushing your windpipe. Sweat cascaded along the veins protruding from his forehead and down his cheeks. His eyes were black, filled with madness and anger unlike anything you’d seen before. Your nails scratched and pulled at his arm in attempt to alleviate some of the pressure that stopped you from breathing. You clawed at his shoulders, his arms, his chest and ears, but nothing made him budge. His dark black eyes bore holes into yours speaking- no, -demanding, don't you dare fucking move or I’ll kill you, understand? You supposed the terror in your eyes led him to believe you did as his hold on your neck loosened only for a millisecond before he strangled you again. You let out a sputtering cough feeling sharp pain run down your throat. You tried to allow your lungs air though the choked sobs that racked your body. “Where were you going? I’m right here.” He said in a way that made his voice sound like a growl. You couldn’t stop the soft cry before it fell from your lips. From the intense glare he gave you, you could tell he didn’t like that. He pulled you from the wall and bashed you against it. The impact stole the air from you as you choked and cried. The madness in his eyes only seemed to grow hearing you whine in pain. “Huh!?” He shouted. Your hands that gripped onto his arm trying to free yourself started to grow tired. You didn’t have enough energy to keep fighting Jaehyun, he was bigger and stronger than you. Fueled by a fire you were no match for. You inhaled weakly, “Please, no,” His eyes stayed the same black as he listened to your cry. Your throat burned with his arm still positioned below your chin. You felt your head might explode, “Jae-e it hurts.” You whimpered sadly, too exhausted to weep more. Black spots began to fog your vision and your arms slowly fell limp to your sides. Before your world collapsed in on itself you heard him speak. “I know.”

a/n - not gonna lie this turned out waaayyy darker then I thought it would,, but you can’t look at that picture and not think oh, I better not fw this guy

Rae

[intothespideyverses]

a modest reinterpretation of “andi’s choice” in c-minor (inspired by a post by @ambimack)

in which bowie ghostwrites a song, andi tries to go ghost on walker, and [insert third awful ghost pun here]: 

so bowie is actually ringing up customers for once at the music store that I figured rarely got business because helloo it’s always damn near empty but I guess today there was a surge of customers seeking out guitar picks and vinyls to show how Cultured and Unique they were for listening to the beatles or whomever. anyway jonah is on his guitar, doing as jonahs are wont to do, and bowie drops the bomb on him with “so yeah remember that music coach I told you about? she hates you. she quite frankly and literally wants you dead. she told me this herself. why didn’t you show up???” and jonah’s like “andi don’t fw me anymore :(” which isn’t rly an answer bc lbr here homeboy was ALREADY running late. you mean to tell me him staring at that painting took 4 whole minutes? nah. 

so anyway bowie’s like “hm let’s change that” bc manipulating your daughter’s emotions behind her back is cool I guess. bowie, totally not projecting in any way whatsoever, suggests that jonah write andi a song. jonah’s not about it tho. “I can’t talk about my feelings!” he says, which is true considering he only just started exhibiting negative emotions for the first time ever last week. bowie goes, “sure u can! what rhymes with back?” and jonah almost says “crack!” bc thats clearly what bowie’s been on for the past 2 episodes but lemme not.

anyway jump to andi @ the spoon and her boo thang who’s not rly her boo thang yet bc terri hates us is facetiming her again. “so andi, my wife whom I would die for, what’s up?” and andi replies “my best friend is moving away :(” so walker, the understanding king he is, goes “aw pick your head up queen, your crown’s falling :’)” and tells her to go be with her friends and something about a bubble machine idk but w/e we still stan.

buffy comes in w/ all the junk the ghc left at her house including a knockoff tamagotchi which seems kinda before andi’s time?? like she was supposedly 7 when she got it which would have been around 2010? but once again w/e we still stan. and buffy reads the recommendation letter cyrus’ mom wrote for him which seemed a tad incomplete. “I can’t believe my mom forgot to add three references, what a waste...” he sighs.

but walker comes in and andi’s like “tf didn’t u just tell me to drink bubble soap and be w/ my friends? what r u doing here?” and walker, the modern day da vinci, says “im here to draw ur friends as a going away present for your fellow queen, buffy” and buffy looks shooketh like hey if andi don’t want him go get him sis! 

so walker draws a louvre level artist rendering of the ghc and instead of appreciating the fact that walker could probably make an exact recreation of the mona lisa, andi’s like “*rolls eyes emoji* *sucks teeth emoji* now i got TWO of these little boys after me what the fuck -_-” but that doesn’t matter bc buffy and cyrus are LIVING for it. 

“im gay so clearly im the better sassy best friend, step tf back bitch”

“the sassy best friend stereotype was made for my black ass cyrus so if you think for even a second I won’t claim my rightful spot you are sadly mistaken”

“let me have this one thing buffy I can’t even say the word gay out loud on this damn show can I at least have this?? can I?”

buffy takes a sip of her virgin margarita and goes...

anyway back at the music shop, jonah has just finished practicing the song bowie ghostwrote for him. jonah’s like “great this is perfect for me to sing outside andi’s window” and bowie quite litcherally flips a table and goes “you rly thought u were gonna pull that corny shit??? what year is it?? 1985 called they want their courtship technique back lol what a loser” and jonah’s like hm perhaps he really is on crack but doesn’t say it out loud bc that would hurt bowie’s feelings :/. bowie says that he already booked jonah to perform at the open mic being held THAT NIGHT lmao and jonah just about has another panic attack bc what??

“what??” he asks bowie who is too busy thinking about him performing “you girl” to bex when they were younger to even remember who jonah even is. jonah’s quite honestly shitting himself and wondering what tf he’s going to do. “being around you” is cute and all but it doesn’t go nearly as hard as andi deserves, especially if he now has to compete with artsy fartsy walker who could probably redo the sistine chapel all by himself if he rly wanted to. “hm..........how can one convey how truly deep in their feelings they are for the one they love?” jonah asks the universe, bc hey it seems to always work for bowie. 

the universe responds by sending a speeding car full of college kids blasting aubrey graham’s newest hit single right into the storefront window. 

“that’s it!” 

jonah’s handing out flyers at the spoon and cyrus literally melts into a puddle and I’m pretty sure this is the first nod to his crush on jonah since he came out to andi wow. andi’s like “since when do u do anything aside from throwing a plastic disc?” and jonah’s like “last week 🤗"

they go to the open mic and some girlie is throwing it DOWN w/ her accordion but bowie being the uncultured swine he is, pulls her off the stage. “anywayyyy here’s our final performance and the only reason we held this show tonight, give a big round of applause to jonah beck!”

jonah walks out with his guitar and an amazon copyrighted product shaped like a portable speaker. bowie’s like 🤨 bc this was supposed to be an acoustic performance tf does he need a backing track for? jonah sits down on his lil stool and clears his throat. “alexa play ‘in my feelings, jonah beck cover’”. the device plays a track consisting of jonah’s angelic backing vocals, and our boy begins to strum his guitar. he opens his mouth to croon...

“trap...trap bowie bowie”

bowie’s chiseled jaw drops to dirty ass music shop floor. “this is...not what I planned.”

“this stuff’s got me in my feelings...gotta be real w/ it...”

the entire audience has a collective heart attack. 

“an-di, do u luv me? r u riding? say you’ll never ever leave from beside me, cause I want ya and I need ya, and I’m down for u always...”

buffy and cyrus catch whiplash from turning so fast to face andi. “the song’s about YOU bitch!”

andi shakes her lil head. “puh-lease, no it’s not”

cyrus, doing his best not to cry, says “he literally just said ur name but go off”

andi’s in denial bc eww j*n*h b*ck? singing a song? for her? disgusting. but jonah keeps singing his little heart out and the lyrics are more and more damning as they go on. 

“trap, trap bowie bowie...I buy you rice on a string cause you not that showy”

“art 101 cause u just like zoey”

“fuck he is singing about me...”

“fudge that netflix and chill what’s ur net-net-net worth?” jonah sings, hitting an impossible high note. queen of vocals. 

“you’re the only one I luv~~~” he serenades, serving us mariah carey level whisper notes. ariana is cancelled! our boy finishes the song, basking in the thought of how many careers he singlehandedly ended by performing at this small hole-in-the-wall music shop in bumfuck, utah. drake your days are numbered sis. 

everyone immediately deserts the shop en masse like did y’all see how fast they all left last episode?? damn. buffy and cyrus stay behind while andi is frozen sitting in her chair bc what the hell does one say to that. 

bowie goes up to jonah and is like “so um...that was...different.” and jonah responds “ikr! see, ‘being around you’ felt too old school, too...2002. idk why that year specifically, but idk it just sounds like it was written in 2002 for a completely different person, maybe even bex, but what do I know? im just your friendly neighborhood jonah beck.” bowie is shook. “anyway, do u think andi liked it?” bowie looks up to see his dorder who he’s more or less forgot about in favor of m*randa and demon child for the past couple of days walking in slow motion to the stage. how she was doing that was beyond him. “well, she looks like she’s about to cry so that’s either a very good thing or a very bad thing. ur on ur own now bud.” and he skidaddles to where bex is waiting. oh yeah bex was in this episode too I forgot. 

andi approaches jonah and he’s like “...so...song....you like?” and andi’s internally screaming bc everyone for the past several weeks has been pushing this relationship on her including jonah himself and now he just sung this song in front of all these ppl and now she pretty much HAS to kiss him so anyway ya she does. 

when she pulls away jonah blinks. “oh...dosche”

THE END. 

will andi finally break up with jonah for good? will jonah avoid copyright infringement for covering a drake song on disney channel? will bowie seek help for his crack addiction? find out next time on dragonball z!

[imaginingbleach]

Be warned! Under the hoe tag. N$FW

Inspired bc @seireiteisins and I are thirsty. 👀

Aizen x Vagina bearing reader

Little bit if humiliation, slight bondage.

You shuddered softly under their gaze. The hunger was enough to make you lightly pull at the restraints around your wrists keeping you in place. You hated how much you loved this. Your own thoughts driving your excitement crazy before your partner ever even touched you. What would happen this time? How far would you be able to last? You thought about the last time you were in this position… the touch that you were given… it brought the faintest moan from your lips as your body recalled the pleasure.

"Tsk, tsk, Y/N… I haven't even touched you yet." The smooth sound of the male's voice caused goosebumps along your skin. He had always had this kind of effect on you.

"Aizen-sama," you sounded out breathlessly, wishing you could touch him, see him, taste him. You could feel him staring at your naked body, tied at the wrists forcing you to stand against the wall. He had an aura about him when he was sexually hungry. You didn't need to see his face to know he was pleased with how submissive your display was.

"I just finished a captain's meeting… You know I have paperwork to do." Despite the words he spoke, the sound of clothes being shuffled gave away his true thoughts. First was his captain's robe… You recognized what it sounded like from taking it off of him so many times. He walked closer to you, note quite ready to fully disrobe himself.

"I know, Aizen-sama… I," you bit your lip, attempting to come up with a satisfactory excuse, not that you really needed one, "wanted to help you unwind… You're always so stressed. I thought you could-" You were cut off by the feeling of his fingers ghosting along your hips. They were so close yet they weren't touching you.

"You thought I could, what? Use your body to 'unwind'? Use your body as my personal living fuck doll?" Your mouth hung slightly open at his words, pathetically nodding in response to his questions. He chuckled darkly, hand hovering over your most intimate area, touching just enough to feel how wet you were. You couldn't even begin to stop yourself from moaning at the faintest touch, finally feeling him after patiently waiting for so long.

"Please," you beg out, squeezing your thighs together to create any form of friction, "I need you inside of me…"

"Need, hm? I suppose I can't deny such a lovely request from my lover," he replied, a smirk very obvious on his lips. You could hear his robes shifting as he began undressing, but as you waited on baited breath… you knew an exception was to come.

To everyone in the Seireitei, the two of you were the perfect couple. He was caring and kind and you were bubbly and open. What they didn't know… was that behind closed doors he was the sado to your masochism. You knew him in ways that others would never have dreamed existed… You knew about his plans with the Soul King and even about the experiments he's conducted. You would become his queen, after all.

"You'll only be allowed to cum once we've gone to the bedroom," he hummed nonchalantly.

You almost wanted to cry out and beg him not to, but you dare not. You suppose it was his way of balancing the last time for being lenient on you. You hear the sounds of his robes falling to the floor, but you knew better. He was still half dressed. He usually stayed dressed in some manner, finding it to be a dominance play over you. You didn't mind. He was your dominant after all…

"You understand, don't you?" You nodded. "That's a good pet… now, suck. If you do good enough, perhaps I'll take your blindfold off."

Your heart raced at his words, feeling him place a finger against your lips. You loved his touch, but seeing him was a whole different level… You opened your mouth wordlessly, taking his finger into it eagerly. Your lips glided over the digit, tongue tracing over the finer details along his skin. You sucked on his finger as though his dick were in your mouth. You knew it couldn't give you any of the sweet release you wanted from him, but aimed to please and serve. The better you are… the better your ultimate reward would be.

"Stop," he said rather simply, watching as you slowly opened your mouth. He took his finger out and ran his thumb along your cheek before removing the blindfold from over your eyes.

"I did good?" You asked, looking into his brown hues. You had longed to see him so badly… Your eyes traced over his body, panting softly upon seeing his bare chest.

"You did well," he chuckled at how easily you were turned on. He began to kneel before you, moving your legs so he could get between them. You were all too familiar with this part, but not once have you been unable to cum from his actions. You whimpered softly at the feeling of his lips on your thighs, praying that you could last through this. He pushed one leg to go over his shoulder, taking a brief moment to lick away the juices that had been staining your thighs. You moaned his name softly, watching him with hazey eyes.

He treated sex the way he would anything… taking a slow and methodical route. He came in and put a restriction in some way, shape, or form. He usually preferred over stimulation, though, so you couldn't begin to imagine why he would make you wait so long…

His tongue finished taking all of your juices from your thighs before sliding up into your sex, amused at just how excited you'd become. His tongue could do wonders and you were already panting from the way he slid over your folds. He got a small yelp from you as he nibbled on your clit, toying with it with his tongue and teeth. Your whimpers grew louder barely noticing that he had slid a finger inside of you. By the time he had a second finger in you, you were drooling.

You needed this so badly. You needed him. His fingers pumped in and out of you, attacking your clit with the same enthusiasm. Your eyes rolled back as he pressed deeper into you, getting to just the right spot. You had gotten so lost in the euphoria of being toyed with that you almost forgot his earlier command.

A knot in your stomach grew and your eyes widened, realizing that you needed to hold off. A loud whine erupted from the back of your throat, struggling your hardest to fight off the impending orgasm. Aizen picked up on this and couldn't help but smirk, slowly pulling his fingers out of you. He was oh so slow with his actions, forcing you to roll your head back against the wall. When he was finally done, he stood up in front of you.

"Clean them off," he demanded, holding his fingers in front of you. You did as he pleased, cleaning your juices from him.

"Can you walk?" You nodded rather quickly, not wanting to waste time. You needed him to fuck you, and fuck you hard. He could worry about that stuff later, after he fucked you into the next century. He undid the restraints on your hands, telling you to follow him. He had a routine and you knew it by heart, but there was no bother in rushing Sosuke Aizen. If you hurried to try and get somewhere faster, he would walk slower. It was his enjoyment of the mental dominance he had over you.

"Do you know what comes next?" He asked, almost rhetorically. Of course you did. You could practically do it in your sleep. You nodded and sat down in his chair, legs spread as he always demanded. He sat lazily on a table in front of you, watching as you hungrily pulled his cock from the lower half of his robes. He was always hard by this point and you were more than overjoyed to be able to excite him enough to be. You were quick to lick around the tip of him, eagerly allowing your saliva to coat him.

You easily took him into your mouth, sighing softly to yourself. It's not like you had gone a very long time without this… You just loved pleasing him and having him please you in return. You knew every little thing about him and all the spots that made him weak in the knees. You dragged your tongue on the underside of his shaft before pulling off of him entirely with an audible pop, staring up at him to see his reaction.

You merely stared at him with your tongue still out, surprised to see the slight frustrated look on his face. He was usually smirking down at you, petting your head or saying something snarky. Your face burned hot at the look he gave you, quickly about to return to the task at hand before he stopped you. He made you stand, turn away from him and kneel in front of the chair. This usually came much later after he had you almost orgasming from sucking him off, so you were more than surprised to feel him prodding your hole. It made you whimper with delight, longing to be filled. You quietly stared at the mess that had been made all over the chair you were just seated in, something he enjoyed making you do.

"A-Aizen-sama…?" You dared to speak, not daring to look back, though. He merely growled and pushed himself inside of you, your own juices and saliva being more than enough to do so with ease. You cried out in pleasure, nearly cumming on the spot. Oh how you ached to be taken. He gripped your hips roughly and began thrusting in and out of you. You bit down upon your knuckles, whimpering and whining, struggling so hard not to cum. You wanted to be a good girl, but he was making it so difficult not to succumb to the pleasure.

Before you knew what was going on, he had picked you up, still thrusting into you, and began heading to his room. Your sweet release was just around the corner. You had managed to fight off this orgasm for so long now. Long enough that your brain wasn't fully working right. He pushed you against the wall, thrusting roughly into you again. You knew you were close to the room, but how far away?

You felt your legs shake as he gave a particularly rough thrust, hitting you in just the perfect way. Your vision went white as you moaned his name loudly, having a particularly hard orgasm.

"Hah… We're not even in the bedroom yet," Aizen's voice cut through your fog. Your heart sank, but you couldn't help get turned on again at what his punishment would be…

He took you into the room, placing you onto the bed before pulling out and turning you over. Before you could whine, he was inside of you again, thrusting mercilessly into you. This time he made sure to hit the right spot with every thrust, sending you closer and closer to another orgasm. He watched as you wriggled underneath him, desperate to have him, but oh so over stimulated. By your fourth orgasm of the evening, he finally let himself go. He came inside of you, being as deep as he could so none would drip out.

He didn't stop there, however, he filled you up again and again until you were slightly bloated with his cum and a whimpering mess.

[inazuma-eleven-translations]

Translator's Notes: I haven't finished translating everything on this page, but here's another chunk. I translated Aphrodi's part already here. 

Everyone Assemble! 

 'Tenma is so ridiculously exited!' An Interview with Terasaki Yuka about Tenma's role in the Best Eleven

Matsukaze Tenma: Inazuma Best Eleven. 

MF. Shirt Number 8. Raimon Junior. 

Q First of all, a few words about your character being chosen for the Best Eleven. 

A Thank you so much for giving us your precious votes! There's so many characters in Inazuma that it's hard to rank them in order of favorites, but I'm happy that everyone could co operate to chose the most beloved characters like this. 

Q Please tell us your impression of this movie and your character. 

 A I was a little bit sad Inazuma is over, so I was really happy to be able to play Tenma again for the first time in a while, and that was really fun! Like the after-recording session! And more than anything getting to fight together with all of our strongest allies! I think Tenma was really happy too. Up until now, he's only ever played soccer with some kind of burden on his shoulder, but this time he could play soccer stress-free, like a normal middle school kid - it was really fun to play him like that with his 'Tenma-ness'. I think it was a reward to get to play Tenma like that. 

Q Please tell us about your favourite scene and dialogue. 

A My favorite scene was where Hakuryuu made a shoot and Endou praised the strength of his soot with a smile on his face. Showing respect like that even to enemies - you can tell he really is a soccer baka! I love him! My favorite scene wth Tenma is when he arrived even earlier in the morning than Endou-san! You're so ridiculously excited, huh Tenma? And I was really excited too! But the two of them came so early, they ended up falling asleep, haha! 

Q Tenma says ‘Next time I wanna play soccer with everyone!’ so if there’s another project like this, who would you like to play soccer with? 

A Raimon from the first season of GO and Raimon from the first season of the original series! 

Q What scenes would you like to highlight for people to rewatch in the DVDs? 

A I think that since everyone's favorite characters are different, please watch your favorite scenes over and over again! I'd be happy if you can understand everyone's strong feelings for soccer, and the joy at playing against strong enemies! When we finished making the movie, we were smiling so much we couldn't stop - everyone looked like they were having such a good time! To everyone who buys the DVD - I hope you'll smile like crazy too!! 

 An Interview with Saiga Mitsuki about Shindou's role in the Best Eleven 

Shindou Takuto: Inazuma Best Eleven. 

MF. Shirt Number 9. Raimon Junior. 

Q First of all, a few words about your character being chosen for the Best Eleven. 

 A I was really happy that there was so many people who were able to see that Shindou was doing his best to play the soccer that he loves. 

 Q Please tell us your impression of this series and your character. 

 A I get the impression that Shindou is a very serious and hard-working boy. And he has a very passionate heart. 

 Q Please tell us about your favourite scene and dialogue. 

 A I like too many scenes so I can't chose just one! 

 Q Tenma says ‘Next time I wanna play soccer with everyone!’ so if there’s another project like this, who would you like to play soccer with? 

 A I want him to have fun while playing soccer with Raimon again. 

 Q What scenes would you like to highlight for people to rewatch in the DVDs? 

 A The best part is being able to see everyone enjoy playing soccer. Definitely watch this more than once! 

 An Interview with Yoshino Hiroyuki about Kidou's role in the Best Eleven 

Kidou Yuuto: Inazuma Best Eleven. 

MF. Shirt Number 14. Raimon Junior. 

 Q First of all, a few words about your character being chosen for the Best Eleven. 

 A It's an honor to be chosen. 

 Q Please tell us your impression of this movie and your character. 

 A I was happy to meet Kidou again for the first time in a while. 

 Q Please tell us about your favourite scene and dialogue. 

 A In this movie everyone is the same age?? 

 Q Tenma says ‘Next time I wanna play soccer with everyone!’ so if there’s another project like this, who would you like to play soccer with? 

 A Endou and Gouenji. 

 Q What scenes would you like to highlight for people to rewatch in the DVDs? 

 A Please enjoy this Dream Match collaboration. 

 Director's Comment - Raimon's commanders - Kidou and Shindou 

 You might ask 'Why doesn't Shindou address Kidou as Kidou-san?' in the movie but since they're both second year middle school students he doesn't need to. This is a 'super dimensional dream match' after all, so they can be the same age and don't need to use terms of respect. Furthermore, since Kidou is a forceful leader, I feel like Shindou won't be submissive to him. I think that when it comes to strategies, Kidou would work together with Shindou. 

 An Interview with Sawashiro Miyuki about Shuu's role in the Best Eleven

Shuu: Inazuma Best Eleven. 

FW. Shirt Number 12. Ancient Dark. 

 Q First of all, a few words about your character being chosen for the Best Eleven. 

 A Since Shuu only appeared once in the TV series and in the movie, I was happy. 

 Q Please tell us your impression of this movie and your character. 

 A It was fun, but... Seeing him be so lively and animated while playing soccer was a little bit heart-breaking. 

Q Please tell us about your favourite scene and dialogue. 

A A God (Aphrodi) and a ghost (Shuu) unleashing a special move together, haha. 

Q Tenma says ‘Next time I wanna play soccer with everyone!’ so if there’s another project like this, who would you like to play soccer with? 

A How about the All Stars? Haha. 

Q What scenes would you like to highlight for people to rewatch in the DVDs? 

A If you strain your eyes, you can see one of Shuu's teammates standing beside him (An islander?) 

Director's Comment - Shuu and Aphrodi's unique two-person shot: 

Even though the Dream Match we based on the TV series and Shuu only appears in the movie, we felt we couldn't use his special moves from the movie. However, the writer of the original series, Level Five's Hino pointed out that since people went through the trouble of choosing Shuu as a forward, we might as well give him a special move to attack with. After discussing it for a while, we decided he would use The Birth with Aphrodi. 

Actually The Birth uses a lot of cut scenes. In spite of this, Hiroto and Fubuki only used it once, which was a waste. Of course, the character's uniforms are different so we had to spend time changing the animation, but if this shot wasn't already in the original series it would have been very different. 

Director's Comment - Gran makes a suitable rival for Endou 

 Gran was a character from when the previous director was in charge but I personally feel he appeared s one of the biggest rivals of the series. I thought he was the only one who could gather all of these diverse characters together, so I made him captain of the Battle Eleven. Furthermore, since he was rivals with Endou for quite a long time, he'd definitely be a good fit to challenge Best Eleven's captain, Endou. Though he and Hiroto are the same person, I felt that Gran was more intimidating.