#as always i'm sorry he's a sleaze

[velvetures]

Hello loves💕 I still can't get over your writing I'm obsessed!!

I would love to request Roommate König x fem reader. König hears you fucking some guy on the other side of the wall and he can tell you faked it so once the dude is gone he's got you over his shoulder and is walking you to his bedroom to fuck you right. I love the idea of her trying to get him to confess to her and trying anything after months or years of mutual pining, her last resort is to make him jealous.

Overheard

a/n: I'm so sorry for being so slow my love... I always have the worst self-confidence with nsfw reqs. I constantly write them, delete them, and start all over... (this is like... the 8th full-draft retry) So I hope you'll forgive me if this isn't up to standard. Also, I know this trope has been covered by some really talented writers and I hoped to do it justice, and not feel like a carbon copy of something better. (ps. This shit is too long... but I knew if I deleted anything, I'd delete the whole thing over again.)

tw's: 18+ ONLY, nameless hookup, alluded unprotected sex w/side character, unintentional orgasm denial, the reader is mentally not in the best place for sex (disconnected), voyeurism, jealously, fem-oral receiving, fem-fingering receiving, dirty talk, König being a bit of a loser, König omitting his lack of experience, aftercare.

His mom kept saying it was about time to settle down. That the biological clock, normally pushed on women, was ever-present and ticking against his favor. But his sweet, innocent, mother didn’t know the depth of his awkwardness. Not even the slightest idea that her well-mannered boy, turned praise-worthy Colonel was nothing but a bumbling fucking idiot when it came to speaking with women. In the field, sure. He could give orders, discuss tactics, and even bullshit with the best of the best… but if a woman was among those? Oh hell. It was like trying to talk to a brick wall with a randomly developed stuttering issue.

He didn’t understand where it came from either.

It wasn’t like his mother was one of the overbearing types that made dating impossible, and nor did he exactly have the worst time when he was younger with women being interested. It was just… after they showed interest, that became the struggle. Relaxing wasn’t possible. Not when he knew that a woman’s perception of him was far higher than that of any man. Believing that even the smallest of gestures and phrases could earn him an immediate dismissal, and his name or photo being sent in some group-chat to be berated after a first date. He didn’t blame any of the women though… he knew what he looked like. What he sounded like… and God, how miserable his personality was compared to what his career and position would lead others to assume.

A shred of truth could always be found in his mother’s warning though.

He’d gone years without any meaningful relationship where the softer, side of a woman could be found. He found bastardized ways of getting a taste, but he could only allocate so much money a month to porn sites and camgirls without feeling like a total sleaze. The Colonel felt much more confident mapping out a prospective warzone than the contours of a woman’s body, and fuck… it made him more than a little embarrassed to admit. Enough so, that when you mentioned that your rental agreement was coming to an end, and you were trying to find somewhere new to stay, he offered for you to just move in with him.

He owned. Which made the idea of ‘rent’ or you paying it almost unquestionably stupid. It made the deal a little sweeter -in his mind- for you to agree, and then he wouldn’t have to be quite so personally diligent on logging onto online portals to pay utilities. That is, if he could get you to move in. And while in his own mind and body, every synapse screamed that he was being unrealistic, you hadn’t caught on. He’d looked just as stoic and cold as ever when he propositioned that you just start moving over your things into his house. Save money… it’ll be easier for you; He’d said, hard eyes glancing over your face. You thought saying ‘yes’ was anxiety-inducing? König nearly passed out in his office after walking there on numb feet and weak knees.

In the week following, he brought you a small ring of keys, and you started moving your life into his, one cardboard box at a time. And every night after returning from his on-base duties, he would have to physically restrain himself from opening up the taped flaps and getting a peek at the unattended items sitting by the front door. At the time, he thought it was nothing more than unchecked curiosity and instinct to feel-out a new situation. Just simply wanting to learn more about you before you started sleeping over. Merely the soldier in him. But box, by box, that curiosity didn’t dampen down. Even when your items began making their way out of their containers and enmeshing with his around the house.

Tea cups in the kitchen cabinet next to his thicker, coffee mugs. Throw blankets rolled and stacked in the far corning of the couch he rarely sat on. A little rug you’d tossed down in the kitchen in front of the stove with a little floral print that he’d been utterly possessed to not get any stains on while cooking, or by taking off his boots before walking inside. And while never claiming to be a ‘minimalist’ man, he learned right away that his house was nothing short of a hotel when it came to personality.

You’d brought at least five full walls worth of decor. Little trinkets and cute things from all over the world you’d been sneaky enough to stuff into the pockets of your gear. And all of it, had initially been shoved into an empty linen closet he’d been perfect happy with you claiming as your own since it was ‘on your side of the house’. That was, until he found himself noticing that you’d put more than “storage” things away, and had silently refused to put them where they belonged.

On the damn walls.

“I don’t decorate well anyways..” It’d been his excuse… or at least something along those lines. Maybe a little bit more gruff. Guarded. Because even in his own home, he had the tendency of walking around like someone was going to sneak up behind him.

So one week, while he was away, you took the permission and ran with it. Buying the picture hanging kits, and everything else needed to begin covering the Colonel’s walls with your amassed collection of utterly unnecessary, but brain-scratching decorations, art, and collectable junk. Spending a good half hour walking around the halls and rooms with a little smile of accomplishment on your face seeing the colonel’s house feeling more like a home. Totally unaware that he’d been checking the security cameras dotted around, watching you scale a shitty stepladder, climb the kitchen cabinets, and struggle to lift the more heavy items. All the while, growing more and more intrigued with this new arrangement. Debating whether he liked it or not. Rapt attention making the instinctive suggestion that you’d make a good wife far less perverse than he should’ve felt it to be.

Missions took precedence though. And it kept both of you busy more than not. Fully living adjacent instead of in a more dependent role. But there were decidedly small decisions that needed to be made. Like who was in charge of buying groceries, and getting essentials that you both used. König ended up just leaving cash on the counter once a week so you could take care of his end for him. Saving the trouble of a second loaf of bread being bought, or doubling up on paper towels after a miscommunication lead to fifty rolls of the shit needing to be stored somewhere. You did the job more than credibly, and it got you out of the house too.

Which was good, because you rarely left.

Not unlike him, you preferred your time spent in calm situations. Either reading reports, answering emails, and other related tasks before just closing that tab on your laptop and opening up an new one to watch a show or scroll on your phone. You appeared to thrive in his house when you could curl up like some little bird in a nest and just rest. Developing almost permanently sleepy eyes when you came through the door, and a softer tone of voice that took some getting used to. König didn’t exactly understand it. Why your demeanor changed so much within the house, and how it got substantially much more noticeable when your schedules aligned for both of you to be there at the same time.

A solid seven months or more passed before he got his answer. And from your late-night scrolling nonetheless.

Some woman, blabbering on about her husband, and all of the ways that he effected her life once she moved in with him. And, honestly, König wasn’t listening all that much. Having just begun sitting on the other end of the couch with you, since it was where you spent your evenings after dinner. And, it’d become a little bit of a new experience. Just being halfway close to you. Interacting, but not. A safe way to enjoy your presence without any expectations. But that woman on your phone caught his attention when she made the joke about being tired all the time. Tired. Sleepy. All the fucking time. He had to stare down at the TV to keep his head from snapping in your direction.

Apparently it was chemical. Some little thing in the back of a woman’s mind that men didn’t have the complexity to experience the same way. That this woman -and you- were so mentally focused for such a long time, that when the right person was around you, and created a safe space, it acted like a the strongest sleeping pill in existence. Flooding you with dopamine and melatonin to the point that your pretty face got even sweeter with those deep, sleepy looks and constant yawns at all times of the day. Getting a glimpse of you tapping the screen twice, and then tapping at your keyboard to leave a comment only reinforced his inquisitiveness. From the moving boxes, to watching you on cameras while away… and now realizing that you acted so sweet and docile around the house because of him..? He didn’t know how to control himself, and still find a way to keep figuring you out.

Wanting more…

Needing a chance to find out if things could go further than just living in his house.

Dating wasn’t a walk in the park for you either. Call it a hazard of military work. Computers and filing paperwork was more your speed than the guns and blood that König was accustomed to, but it still limited the amount of men who were interested. Especially in the long-term.

It really came down to the uniform and lack of free time that could be allotted to the guys that you did have the fortune to meet. They wanted to take you on dates, and your superiors preferred you stay late to take minutes for a meeting. They always suggested you take a vacation, since it was clear just how tired you were on a daily basis. But vacations were practically a laughable dream you knew wouldn’t come to fruition until you finally were sent the retirement packet everyone in the service dreamed of. But.. on the rare occasion, you did have the energy to entertain a man for a night. Just. One. Night.

Thankfully König was out.

Such good timing considering you’d spent nearly a week, taking your sweet time to wring orgasms out of yourself just for the sheer frustration of getting them, and still not feeling satisfied. Instinctively missing the warmth of skin on skin and the dynamic of having someone else provide and take pleasure from you. Even getting on the app had felt more like a shopping trip than a chance to go on a date. Looking through photos and bios with nothing more on your mind than someone big enough, and pretty enough to make the ordeal worth it. The guy who answered back to your painfully blatant request for a good fuck, didn’t ask any questions either. Just asked politely asked if you wanted to go to him, or vice versa and gave you ample time to get yourself ready before the knock on the front door.

Your mental ruined any chance of having a good time though.

The poor guy sucking at your neck and grunting soft praises was nice… but you couldn’t get into it. Feeling tense. Going through the motions. Foreplay becoming an act of forced moans to reassure the guy genuinely trying to make you feel good, and unable to even make eye contact for a slightly guilty feeling that pervaded your thoughts. Hell, you even refused to have missionary, just to make sure that your facial expressions didn’t have to constantly match the fake whimpers and whines.

John… Joe… Jacob… whatever his name was, he was honestly a sweet guy. Giving your clit attention, no just shoving his cock in you without prep, and actively checking in without making it overbearing. On another day, you’d have really been trying harder to impress him. Give the impression that you were interested in him for more than the sex you couldn’t surrender to. Hope that he liked you enough to stick around. But deep down, you thought better of it. Withholding your feelings to ensure that when he left you alone for the night, that you wouldn’t hate yourself.

König, on the other hand, came home a bit earlier than expected. Walking in the door quietly to expect a silent house, and you sleeping in your bed or on the couch after waiting up for him. Only to be stunned with wet, skin slapping and familiar, pathetic, whimpers getting overrun by deep grunts and low, almost whispered sounds from a man.

God… you were getting fucked.

His whole chest tightened in embarrassment and his face felt hot. You’d never been quite this comfortable… at least to his knowledge. Plenty of nights he had overheard the faint sounds of you getting off alone… soft little moans and gentle hums of a vibrator filtering down the hallway to him. But he’d never heard anything quite that… loud. Even when you fucked yourself on a dildo -he’d always been too curious not to listen intently- the slick sounds of your cunt always made louder noise than your voice. As mortified as he was hearing it… part of him knew something was wrong. Like his whole body was stiff, realizing that you weren’t enjoying it. Faking it… for some unknown reason.

Why couldn’t you say something? Surely you could ask him to… to do something different right? To let you use a toy? Or… or touch your clit? Whatever it took to help you enjoy yourself. But those pinched, almost broken moans starting grating on him within seconds. Stalking towards your bedroom door quietly, and leaning against the wall. Eyes closed and his breath getting heavier with each imagined scene in his head that developed. Picturing him doing all the wrong things… Touching you… tasting you… and living out his own pleasure without the slightest idea that every sound out of your mouth was a fucking lie.

König’s jaw clenched. Resisting a sudden desire to bang on the door or make some other loud noise that would bring this all to an end. Even his fist clenched at his side flinched towards the bedroom door, as if he was insane enough to actually bust in.

What would he even do?

The question rang out a bit too harshly in his mind.

He didn’t have the first idea how to… do better. To make you feel good, or any woman really. Plenty of jealousy rose in his throat at the thought of that bastard fucking you, but he hadn’t even touched a pussy in years. And the last time he did it, he was, pathetically inexperienced. Using his huge fingers to try and prep his partner, but not hitting any of the right spots. Accidentally taking a clinical approach, and it left him feeling like a damn gynecologist instead of a good fuck.

He couldn’t please you, no matter how much he wanted to…

The sobering thought forced him to back away from your bedroom door. But pride alone forced him into the kitchen, leaning against the counter with a glass of scotch in his hand. The last -and unavoidable- line of defense before the front door. No doubt in his mind that if nothing else, he’d get a good look at the man you’d brought home for a disappointing night of sex. Wanting to at least humiliate the bastard for a few seconds. Because while he knew himself to not be an acceptable partner, the guy currently riding out his high in your bedroom wasn’t going to know it. And seeing him -in his daily fatigues- and his hood, would give any man a moment of pause.

You felt sticky. Hot. And more than a little achy in all the wrong ways as Jeff… Josh… whoever the fuck he was, removed himself form your bed and began pulling on his jeans. Watching cautiously as he excused himself into your bathroom -sweetly- offering you a wet washcloth and a too-shy smile for a man who’d just come all over your stomach.

You didn’t bother putting on pants to walk him out to the front door. Too disappointed and stuck in your own head to see König standing in the corner of the kitchen. His dark eyes glaring daggers at your… ‘guest’ who was much more observant, and stood stock still. Shirt in his hands, and forced to raise his gaze more than normal to get the best look at the terrifying man looming in the shadows. It took you far longer than it should’ve. To trace Jonah… Josiah’s… gaze, and recognize your roommate. And even longer to remember that you weren’t wearing pants.

“Hey man…”

You had to give what’s-his-name credit for being as casual as he sounded. Because in all honesty, you were just as taken aback. Shuffling to stand behind the guy just enough that your bare pussy and ass weren’t totally out for him to see.

“Evening…” König sounded… bored? Not his normal tone. “Heading out already?” The guy you were using as a shield, just nodded his head. Looking a bit apologetic, but still anxious.

“Yeah, man…” He pulled his head over his shirt, patting his pockets for the jingle of car keys before glancing back at you with an truly apologetic smile, and a clear unpreparedness for the situation. “I… uh…. thanks for… letting me come over…”

You can’t manage more than a nod. No smile, no reassuring touch to him… nothing. Just a silent acknowledgment and the subsequent scamper over to the couch to grab a blanket to cover yourself up.

Shit… König fucking waved bye…

He didn’t expect you to come out. Nor to get his first-ever look at your pussy. And god it’d taken a lot of restraint not to just stare at you and memorize what he could get get a look at. You just looked soft. So fucking small and soft… A slight sheen of sweat on your face and the roots of your hair damp from the erotic affair.

Too bad it was all an act.

“Thanks for letting him come, huh?” He can’t resist… the guy just hadn’t been cautious enough to not fuel the fire of jealously in him.

Seeing you wrap that blanket around you tighter, avoiding all eye contact, and even turning your side to him a bit… it makes him smile under his hood. An amused one. A sickeningly happy sort of feeling rising in his gut where you appear vulnerable under his gaze. You’re already much more expressive just talking to him than you’d sounded with that bastards cock inside you.

“Didn’t think you’d be back for a while…” Your valid excuse falls a bit flat, especially when those dark brown eyes scan your entire body. He lifts his tumbler of scotch under his hood, nodding before taking a long drink. Feeling a secondary burn that soothes the heat building everywhere else in him.

“I can see that…” He chuckles lowly. To him, it sounds unsure… and maybe tinged with anger, jealously. But on your face, he’s clear that you don’t recognize it. Far too embarrassed to see that there’s just as much uncertainty flooding him as well. “Could hear it too…”

He literally sees your shoulders sink. The wave of embarrassment. Part of him loves it. Knowing you’re experiencing some of the same things he is. That you to, know what it’s like to leave a bed feeling like things didn’t go right, and there’s a guilt that hardens like sediment in your gut. Yet the other half, resists pushing harder. Using this same, defensive, and chastising tone. To give you just a bit of respite, because, he’s not really mad… he’s just fuming with jealously.

“If I knew… I wouldn’t have…” You can’t manage much more. Both of you knowing damn well this wouldn’t have happened if you knew what his arrival was going to be. You always kept so good to his schedules… and not just because this was his house. But because you were so genuinely sweet around him.

“Been so loud?” He suggests, downing the last gulp of his scotch and pushing away from the counter. “Speaking of that…” His gaze lingers on your throat… those faked moans echoing in his mind.

“I didn’t know it was common practice for women to walk their fucktoys to the door… especially when he doesn’t make you come.”

If your stomach was twisting before, there wasn’t a doubt now. And god… you couldn’t tell if it was that he was home, or his voice, or just the edged-feeling of your aching pussy; but König was making you squirm. More than he’d ever done before… and you’d gotten yourself off to the thought of him plenty of times before when no other fantasy had done the trick.

“I finished.” You defend, tightening the blanket around your waist and tucking your bare feet under the excess material pooling on the floor.

König’s eyes blacken, and he laughs lowly. It’s the closest you’ve seen to his behavior when he’s interrogating someone. His power of knowing all the right answers and just dangling the freedom to lie right in front of your face. Maddening, to say the least. And enough to make your thighs flex together.

“I’d like to believe you…” he begins, making leisurely steps closer. “Yet, I’ve spent more nights than I care to admit hearing you come… and what I just hear… is nothing close to the real thing.”

“It’s different with—when it’s not just me.” You gape at him, trying to find anger at the audacity.

Searching for something other than a feeling of arousal knowing that despite your muffled cries into pillows, he’d still heard you at night. Still listened, and if nothing else, knew what your true pleasure sounded like to call you on bullshit. He shrugs, massive hands resting on his hips. Watching them sway a little as he keeps getting closer. Testing the boundary lines you no doubt had. Pushing and prodding at weak spots, and wondering if he can set foot on the living room rug you stood at the center of.

“Different, huh?” The fake acceptance doesn’t last long. “So if I asked for proof… you’d have it?”

“Proof?” You choke out. “What kind of proof could I even give you?” There are plenty running around in your head, all of them raunchier than the previous. But you’re almost desperate to hear him say it.

“Sweetheart, you’ve got the wettest fucking cunt I’ve ever heard,” He growls softly. “You never finish yourself off without making the slickest goddamn noises. Can hear it from down the hallway like it’s playing off my phone.” He adds, voice getting gritty, eyes lowering towards your hips and back up.

“Show me, that is… if he really did make you come.”

Air in your lungs evaporates. God it’s criminal how fucking lewd anything could sound coming from his mouth. And your dry pussy is pathetically getting wetter by the second. Fluttering muscles twitching with each filthy admission he makes. You’re already resorting to putting pressure against your clit by flexing your legs, trying to deny the feelings. Excusing it all by the still-lingering desire for release and not König. Not moving, and a miserable lack of a response forces him to approach faster. Stepping onto the rug serving as a mental barrier for you.

“Embarrassed?” He asks, head tilting a little and stretching the hood to pull away from his chest a little. Putting a bit more of his chest on display in that tight t-shirt.

You shake your head defiantly.

“Oh? Okay then… you should be able to show me then, right? Pretty girl like you, wanting to get fucked… Should be more than willing to brag that you got satisfied. That he left you satiated…”

Your face burns. Debating how to answer. If it’s even smart to try and test your voice in the first place.

“Nothing to see… got-got cleaned up…” God the miserable truth that your no-name partner’s cum was the only thing needing cleaned off of you hits like a punch to the gut.

A massive hand grabs at the blanket in your grip stops all possibility of lying anymore. A warning. Gentle, for sure and meant to be just a small test of consent. However, you too far into this to not want more. He’s just hitting all the right buttons, whether he means to or not.

“How about I… check for myself?” He asks lowly, free hand -covered in a glove- sliding up under his hood and returning into sight with the achingly sexy sight of a huge, scarred hand. His meaning isn’t lost on you, and it’s almost like your cunt floods in anticipation.

“Slide my hand between your pretty thighs, and see just how good he treated you…” He murmurs, trailing fingers down the two sides of the blanket pulled together. “Let me see if that pussy is fucking drenched like she deserves to be.”

“König.” You warn softly, eyes darting down to his hand and back to his eyes.

Not the slightest bit worried about him touching you. Not at all. But about what would happen after all the tension faded. What would come of your relationship if you fucked… or, just made things complicated in general.And he pauses, looking to you a bit cooler. His breathing still heavy, and laden with emotion.

“Yes, sweetheart?”

You’re desperate to think of a way to explain yourself, but the most basic, stupid, comment comes out of your mouth.

“I don’t want this to end badly.”

He straightens just a bit. But his hands don’t move. And while from your perspective, it seems he’s hesitating on whether or not to continue, that’s not what’s got him stuck mere inches away from slipping his fingers between your folds.

He’s worried you know. That you’ve caught on to his inexperience, and are merely defending yourself from a second bad experience in one night. And god it makes this throat burn. Desperate to defend himself and prove that while -yes- he’s more than a little bit lost when it comes to the manual process, he’s still going to be the most teachable fucking man you’ve ever met.

“I’ll listen so well…” He eventually mutters, stepping just a bit closer. Voice lowering and a hint of desperation entering it. “Can—can give you everything you want… Just need to tell me…” he adds, unable to look you in the eyes.

It’s not exactly what you were expecting to hear, but it still strokes that burn between your thighs. Especially when his hands grip your hips through the blanket wrapped around you. Groping softly, massaging at the fat over your muscles and feeling hungry just to touch you.

“I… I don’t want things to be awkward afterwards.” You try to reexplain. Hoping the clarification will help him see why you hadn’t already leaned into his commanding touch.

“Awkward,” he repeats, as if it’s a foreign idea. Like it’d never crossed his mind. “Don’t plan on ignoring you anymore… Not—Not after hearing that… and knowing… fuck…”

“He couldn’t have listened… please tell me you tried to tell him what to do… what you wanted,” His rambles get more panicked. Like every thought in his head is equally important and he can’t take the time to pick one and let me even answer. “Should’ve asked what your pussy needed… how to make you feel good… make those pretty sounds..”

You’re half dazed just watching his breathy words fan the material of his hood to react to his boot kicking your feet apart. Wide hand sliding between your thighs and groaning. A deep, guttural sound that reminds of him being winded. And really… he probably should be. Because your inner thighs are dry to the touch. The wetness he’d been creating still not enough to make much fuss over. But he’s not satisfied with that alone. Immediately curling a finger to spread your lips, feeling the thick, slick of new arousal that had been nothing, if not his doing.

“Ohh, you poor baby…” He sighs lowly, head rolling back at the mere sensation of your pussy under his fingertips. Feeling you a bit anxiously, yet getting a buzz in the back of his skull when your hole pulses against his prodding touch. “Left you so fucking hot…”

It’s a fast movement but he’s got you off your feet and dropped down onto the couch in one swift move. Your back arched in the slumped position and the blanket that’d been covering your -pathetic- modesty, fluttered open on both sides of your hips. Leaving your core exposed to his hungry and heavy-lidded eyes. Letting out a little whine of a sound when he slowly drops to a knee; tracing his hands down your inner thighs like he was scared of touching you too harshly.

“König, please…” You gasp out, watching his thumb run over your swollen labias. Pinching your fat lips together softly and inadvertently putting delicious pressure on your swollen clit. He curses under his breath, free hand grabbing your thigh with bruising strength.

“Tell me how to please you,” He commands, eyes flashing dangerously wide in the icy moonlight streaming through the living room windows. “I need to make you come.”

His desperate, and knows you can see it. His whole body shakes seeing your flushed pussy a mere foot away from his face, and nothing but opportunity and his hood preventing him from burying his face in it. Watching as you shyly reach for his wrist, guiding his hand where you want it. Extending his fingers and whimpering when your motion for him to rub small circles over your clit sends those to-intense waves of pleasure through your pussy.

“Like that… just like that…” You’re able to praise with a shaky nod of your head.

Rocking your hips in tandem with his movements and nearly crying out in relief when he diligently keeps the same pressure to you despite your little twitches and grinds. Allowing you the freedom to plant your feet on the edge of the couch and simply feel. König’s lost in it. Lost in the sight of you. Your pretty mouth gaping open and your hips chasing the touch he’s providing. His breath catching when you cry out or give a weak praise for his work. Like you’re enjoyingwhat he’s doing.

But god he’s happy to stay right where you want him, how you want him. Feeling his knee dig into the harsh floorboards, and ignoring it with a refreshed feeling of duty he’d long lost as a soldier. Never had he been given such a pretty fucking prize to work for. Nothing as sweet as seeing your cunt drip from his rough fingers rubbing soft, almost too-soft circles over it. Not even realizing that he’d spent almost fifteen minutes just rubbing your clit lazily when your hand reaches back down. Happy to direct him yet again, especially when he doesn’t even need a verbal direction to do exactly what you want.

“Fingers,” You whisper through panting exhales. “Give me your fingers…”

Your little hand grabs his pointer and middle fingers, spreading your own slick over them like a goddamn professional before guiding him down to your aching hole. Letting go just long enough to feel the thick digits press though that first little ring of tightened muscle. Forcing your eyes open to witness his mostly-hidden expression as he sinks knuckle deep inside of you.

“So fucking pretty,” His head shakes a little, lost in the creamy slick gathering at the base of his fingers as he curls him up towards your pelvis just a little. Subconsciously scared to do the wrong thing, but desperate to keep your cunt flex and mold to his touch. “Tell me, sweetheart… show me what she needs.”

You’re too possessed to chase your high to not listen. Readjusting your bent legs on the couch to gently lift your hips and sink them back down. Slowly getting used to the feeling of his thick fingers, already deeper than your no-name partner. Groaning when they bump into your g-spot just hard enough to make your clit burn. Grinding against his hand and keeping one hand wrapped around his wrist just to try and ground yourself to the present situation. Lost in the rhythm of fucking yourself -quite literally- stupid within mere minutes. Beginning to hear that vulgar, sucking sound of your pussy gripping his fingers and utterly drooling over his palms.

König’s helpless to so more than sing your praise. “That’s a good girl… so good for me. Using me like a fucking toy.”

It’s the best he’s felt in a long time. Watching you take from him. Too absorbed to even think about anything other than yourself. Not in enough control to even worry about the true moans and yelps escaping you. Real pleasure wracking your body and burning every nerve ending.

“More… please more…” You cry softly, hips slowing to a painfully sexy grind as you squeeze the tendons in his wrist with your thumb.

König takes a little more initiative than he’s normally comfortably using, but adds a third finger. Slowly pumping them in and out, little by little, to help you adjust. Watching as your eyebrows pinch together in focus. A low growl rumbles in his chest, his mouth practically watering as your cunt sucks him in.

“Let me taste it, baby…” He huffs, head flinching forwards before backing off, repeating the action a couple more times. “Wanna help… just—just let me taste you…”

You clench around his fingers when he rests his cheek against your inner thigh. Big, wide eyes pleading with you so innocently like he isn’t stretching your hole wider than the biggest of your toys can with nothing but a few fingers. Forcing you to slow the roll of your hips, a shaky hand reaching out to cup his face through the mask. Rubbing a thumb over his hidden cheekbone with a little whimpered hum. Pulling his head closer to you, hissing when the hem of his hood merely grazes your clit.

“How’d you want it?” He asks, head down and pulling his mask up so you’re stuck. Forced to merely feel his mouth so close to you, and not see the shape of his mouth.

“Lick-lick my clit… s-soft…” You whine, eye shutting when the hot fan of his exhale his your fevered skin.

Holding his head steady with one hand, you almost coming up off the couch when his tongue makes one, long, lazy, lap between your folds. Gripping at the material of his hood just tight enough that he ends up ripping the whole thing off. Tossing it to the floor with an aggressive snarl that rumbles against your clit. Sparks of pleasure forcing your thighs apart and jerking your hips back up. Chasing his mouth. The rough texture of his tongue, and the slight graze of his teeth against your slicked folds.

Your orgasm approaches fast from there. Between his fingertips stroking you deep, and the new rhythm of his tongue lapping your slick up to massage your clit, it’s hard to even warn König that he can’t stop for risk of ruining your long-awaited release.

“König… K… oh… fuucckk…”

Your back arches tightly, both hands grabbing harshly at his hair with an unintelligible shout as you come. Jerking wildly and one of your feet losing it’s hold on the edge of the couch. Trying to fight through the shocks of pleasure, and groaning curses with a hoarse throat. Feeling König’s free hand latch onto your thigh to keep you from running away too far from his still-working lips and tongue. Sucking up the wet drips of release trying to drip down his hand.

“Slow, slow down.” You whimper, pushing at his forehead just a little. The pressure too much. The stretch of his fingers still satisfying but overstimulating.

Your so fucking grateful that he doesn’t fight you on it, or force you to try for another. And maybe it’s just the mere sight of you. abdominal muscles twitching, forcing your upper body to do baby-curls with each flex of your pulsing cunt. Toes curled and an all-over buzzing sensation making it hard to even make sense of where your limbs are in relation to the rest of your body, much less König or the couch your hardly laying on.

“You okay, sweetheart?” His softened voice almost gives you emotional whiplash, especially when he bends over you forehead resting against yours softly.

Gently removing his fingers with murmured apologies when your little winces mar your pretty features. Both hands sliding up your sides to help lift you back onto the couch, moving to sit himself next to you just long enough to reposition your body on his lap. Pulling that blanket back over your bottom half and maneuvering your cold, tingling feet between his thighs like he can tell they’re freezing. He presses soft kisses all over your forehead and nose. Rocking you softly and squeezing at the muscles in the back of your neck reassuringly.

“You needed that… needed to feel good…” he murmurs almost lovingly.

You nod dumbly, laying your head against his shoulder. Letting out soft nearly unconscious whimpers and a soft repetition of his name in cum-drunk appreciation.

“Told you I could listen… could be good for you,” He adds, almost like he’s reassuring himself of the idea. “Wanted to be better than him. Needed to prove it.”

He holds up your weighty head, stabilizing it with care and a sickeningly sweet look of devotion in his eyes.

“You’re never going to fake it again, sweetheart.”

reblogs & comments are always appreciated <3

[candyredmusings]

Bioshock Splicer Starters

Assortment of dialogue taken from the a from two types of Splicers in the first Bioshock game; Baby Jane and the Breadwinner

Other Bioshock Splicer starters: TBA [Dr. Grossman & Lady Smith] [Pigskin & Rosebud] [Toasty & Waders]

Baby Jane

Get away from my face! Not on my face!"

"Oh! Oh, God damn it!"

"Look at yourself! And you would do it too!"

"Talentless?! BORING?!"

"You don't deserve this!"

"I'm a star, not you!"

"You're jealous, jealous!"

"Why did you cut me?! Why?!"

"You did this to me! You!"

"I deserve it, you fuck!"

"Give me the part, you bastard!"

"Off. My. Stage! GET OFF!"

"Stop ogling me!"

"You're making me lose my place! STOP IT!"

"No, it's not perfect, AGAIN!"

"He's standing in the wrong place!"

"Get your FAT. HANDS. AWAY FROM ME!"

"Just say something, goddammit!"

"What's that? Is it him?!"

"I smell something nasty."

"Is that someone naughty?"

"Honey? Is that you…?"

"I heard that!"

"It hurts, it hurts…"

"Why did you…?"

"I'm sorry… We can do it together!"

"DARLING! I'M HOME EARLY!"

"I don't- I don't wanna- I don't wanna hear this… I- [Whimpering] I don't want to hear this…"

"Pretend you're not interested. They like that."

"Have it your way, you sleaze!"

"Well, that was good drama."

"Get a girl all bothered… for NOTHIN'!"

"That gets a girl's blood flowing."

"I'll be better next time! Please?! Don't go!"

"When we do meet, it's gonna be so nasty!"

"He's gone! They always leave…"

"When I murder you I'm gonna put your body in a dress!"

"My god, there's so much blood!"

"Aw, Jesus, what did you do to me?!"

"I'm NOT. DEALING WITH THIS!"

"No… No No No. Wha- What's- What's that? Oh, no no, no…"

"In the theater, a woman gets used to attention."

"She was up for the part as well, but then they found her in a salt pond."

"I was gonna be famous… now look at this dump!"

"Who needs to make it on Broadway? When you can make it here."

"What's the matter with me…? I'm pretty enough!"

"Hey fella'! Don't 'cha wanna take a walk with me?"

"Come on, baby! You told me you was gonna take care of me! Were you lying…?"

"I used to be beautiful. What happened to me?!"

"Why are you making this so hard for me?!"

"C'mere and say that to my face, you slimey bastard!"

"You wanna play with me?"

"Hello? Did you come to talk to me?"

"I can be nice if I want to…"

"Next time, work on your timing."

"Oh, and we were just getting to the best bit!"

"Tell me you love me! Go on, say it!"

"Just pretend, you imbecile!"

"You ruined me!"

"No one touches me! No one!"

"You won't touch me again!"

"Someone shou- should do this for me, someone should be doing this for me!"

Breadwinner

"Get out of my territory!"

"Amateur! Fuckin' amateur!"

"I'm top dog, you shit!"

"GET OUTA MY FUCKIN' OFFICE!"

"You come to my town?! To MY TOWN?!"

"You're a nobody! Nobody!"

"Who the hell is that?"

"Yeah? Well, you're fired! Ya got that?"

"I was right, I tell ya. I was right, god damn it."

"Come on. Gimme a break!"

"Come on. Just let me explain, will ya?"

 "I'm too busy for this shit."

"Waste of my goddamn time."

"This isn't makin' me time OR money!"

"Goddammit, I'm bleeding!"

"Ahh. Ahh yeah, finally some service! Woo!"

"What happened to this thing?"

"Ha, it's my lucky day!"

"She should not have come here."

"Ah, a man can start a business down here, yeah. Now now, it's- it's not too late. I'll get to it."

"It's just a bad quarter. Naw, that's all. Yeah, market'll come back, huh? Yeah! Everything'll be fine. Yeah, it'll all be fine… Augh."

"I just gotta wait out the down cycle. I'm a success… I'm a fuckin' success!"

"I ain't afraid of failure… cause I ain'ts gonna fail!"

"These assholes don't get it. I'm a winner!"

"Came here to get rich… ain't gonna leave 'till I do!"

"Came down here with a dream… That dream's gonna happen."

"Aw, come on… they're gonna kill me if I lose you!"

"That's it? We're done?"

"You think that I'm dumb? Sure, sure, why not? You keep on thinkin' that."

"You think I wouldn't notice if you just waltzed in here? Huh?"

"I'll tell you what: I'll pay you to stay alive next time. How's that for a deal, you shit head."

"I earned this! Me!"

"You give it to me, you hear?"

"Just open your mouth."

"Ah, whose fault is this?"

"Look at this dump! Nothing left but nothing!"

[galaxyshine24-7]

Yuu saying he has a favorite client just to upset the mafia boys, they just don't know that Yuu's favorite client is Grim

I got some inspiration to write a little dabble I hope you enjoy it.❤

The Bartender's Favorite

It was a crisp afternoon as the leaders of NRC gathered around the bar after an early meeting. Azul Ashengrotto stares down Yuu as they make him a cup of expresso making a small design of an octopus out of cream and foam.

"Thank you, Prefect." Azul gracefully takes the cup away from Yuu blowing on it gently before taking a small sip. "This has to be your best cup yet."

"Thank you Azul, it was nothing special." Yuu raises a brow at the overly friendly dealer.

"It's just always so nice how attentive you are to me." Azul rests his head on his hands letting out a sly smile.

"I'm attentive to all my customers," Yuu replies politely.

"Yes, but I'm just expressing my gratitude for your excellent customer service." He hums.

Leona growls from his seat on the couch glaring at Azul.

"Shut it octo punk, you act like the herbivore treats you like their favorite." Leona glares.

"Why Kingscholar of course I'm Yuu's favorite." Azul turns around the the stool crossing his legs.

A chill fills the room at the sudden proclamation as the other leaders zero in on the conversation.

"What makes you think you're their favorite?" Vil raises a pointing brow placing his luxurious fan in front of his face to hide his scowl.

"It should be obvious, I donate the most to help with their business, and I'm nothing but polite. I even have Jade and Floyd offer protection when the dear Prefect needs it. So of course I would be their favorite." Azul challenged thinking no one could prove him wrong.

"Like hell, they would like a blackmailing sleaze ball like you." Leona sits up.

"I assure you Kingscholar I'm far more suitable to be their favorite than you." Azul huffs.

"You both are being presumptuous." Riddle cuts in.

"I agree." Vil ads. "Prefect has some taste at least."

"So what Vil you think you're the favorite because you're prettier?" Idia sighs in his corner finally speaking up.

"Of course who else would it be." Vil crosses his legs glaring at Idia.

"I think I'm a good customer," Kamil speaks up. "I always compliment them and make sure to give them a big tip."

"That's the least you should do Kamil." Riddle shakes his head. "Tips should be a regular occurrence."

"I know, but I make sure to give them a little extra. At least 100 dollars every time I come." Kamil beams.

Riddle almost spits out his tea with that revelation.

"100 dollars!" Riddle gasps.

The leaders stare with widened eyes as Kamil smiles happily the sudden sound of Yuu laughing catches their attention. Yuu leans against the counter looking at the group in front of them.

"I guess this is amusing for you child of man?" Malleus, who actually made it to the meeting, leans against the wall watching Yuu straighten themselves.

"A little, but my favorite customer is a secret sorry guys." Yuu shrugs.

"So you do have a favorite?" Idia states.

"Of course, I do every bartender has one." Yuu smiles

It was now the most important mystery to the mafia boys. Soon everyone spread the word about Yuu's favorite mystery customer. They all tried to figure out who it was, but at the end of the day, no one could find the answer.

All Yuu did was smile, and shake their head whenever the boys tried to guess while scratching the chin of their true favorite customer their precious cat, Grim.

THE END

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

A/N = Something is going on with me lately. My writings have become all mushy and gooshy. Lovey and shit. Oh well. Hopefully it'll appeal to someone out there.

FLUFFY. Sorta slow burning, Levi and y/n have been dating for a while but he's not had really good luck in the love dept. so he's cautious. Doesn't feel really like he deserves this love {or food}. Y/n helps him move on from that.

C/W = Language, sex. That's about it. Nothing too graphic. It's more cheese than anything.

Art is NOT mine.

WC = 3.1 k {ish}

MDNI // NSFW {ISH} under the cut.

"But it's like sleaze in the park You women, you have no self-control The angels remark outside You are known for insatiable needs I don't know a thing"

-- Interpol, "Pace Is The Trick"

Love In Levi, Levi In Love

Levi sat and watched you eating your dinner. "That looks really good, Y/n."

You wiped your mouth as delicately as you could after you shoveled food into your face. "Mmhm, it's so good." You said, almost sounding like you were having the best orgasm of your life. "D-," you wanted to choose your next words carefully because you never couldn't always tell yet with Levi, what he'd say or how he'd react to something you say to him.

"Leev', baby, would you like to trade dinners with me?" You smile gently as you push your dinner across the table to him. "G'head," you encourage him.

He reaches out and takes your hand instead of the plate. "Are you sure? What will you eat?" He rubs his thumb over your palm. "You're the best."

Tilting your head to the side, every reason so far making you fall in love with him comes flooding back to you. "I. KNOW. RIGHT!" You smirk and you push the plate the rest of the way over to him and he takes it, gratefully.

The first bite he takes has his eyes rolling back in his head. "Oh. My. Fuck. I'm never ordering anything else if we come here again. I mean, this ... this is all I'm ever ordering here again. For the rest of my life. Thank you."

You roll your eyes, "It's really not a big de-" He interrupts you.

"Y/n, it is to me. Ok? Thank. You." Levi dug into the plate of food you gave him and you watched him eat with reckless abandon. Ok, maybe not that much abandon. But he was finally eating something. And it made you smile.

On the walk home Levi reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. You took him by the wrist and narrowed your eyes, looking at him like there were words sitting on your tongue just waiting to be spilled.

"Um, hi-eee." He said. You knew he was just trying to be funny. It's not that he usually failed when he tried this. He was just so serious the rest of the time that it always struck you as odd when he'd let loose like this.

"Leev', I want to come up tonight." You said. It wasn’t a question. But you had a feeling he’d not agree. 

You and Levi had been on 7 dates. Tonight was the 8th. And you wanted to come up to his place. It's not like you haven't been there. It was always for a quick hand washing or a change of clothes. Not for what you had in mind, though.

"Y-y-you what? You want to come up? Tonight? F-f-,"

"Levi, collect your thoughts before you talk. I'll wait."

He raised his eyebrow and turned from you for a moment.

Other couples passed by you on the sidewalk, smiling at you. Laughing with one another. Holding hands. Kissing.

"Listen, Levi. I'll just go home tonight ok? It's ok. I'm actually kind of tired now that I stop and think about it."

"Y/n ... I, I ... ffffuck. I'm sorry." He said, as if he'd done something wrong.

"Leev', really, baby. It's ok. I think I'll just go home and take a nice hot bubble bath and shave my legs or something."

He laughed. "Yeah. I wasn't going to say anything. But since you brought it up --- yeesh! Let me know the second you're home, y/n. Ok? I mean it. The second. C'mere," he pulled you close and hugged you tightly. Pulling back he gave you a closed-mouth kiss and a wink.

"Good night, Levi. Thank you for a really nice evening." You smiled so sweetly. He felt like he didn't deserve you. That was a bad habit of his. But you're helping him over that bump in the road.

He hailed you a cab and you got in, waving goodbye as you went down the road.

About a mile down the road you got a text from him, "I'm sorry." was all it said.

You walked into the elevator of your building and called to tell him you were home safe and sound.

"You sound ... Are you ok? You sound like you're doing pushups or something. One meal like that isn't going to throw your metabolism off, Levi." You joked.

"I'm happy you're home s- oh god, um, home safe. Glad you made it home safely. Listen, I have to go - hohhh - ..." He said as he huffed into the phone.

"Levi, are you ok? You really sound weird, baby."

Silence.

"Fuuuuccking messy. Damn it. Yes, yes! I'm perfectly fine. I have to clean something up. I'll call you later, hm? Bye for now."sbody

He hung up the phone rather quickly this time. But you let it slip your mind as you sank into the warm bubbles that sat so nicely around your chilled skin.

***

You put your bathrobe on and went to make some tea before you went to bed.

There was a knock at your front door. You opened it, fully expecting it to be your neighbor with the laundry basket you always forgot downstairs. But it was Levi. He had a small and simple bouquet of purple, white, and orange flowers. You stood there, open-mouthed, shocked.

"Did you forget we already said goodnight?" You asked.

He shook his head and just stood there. Holding out the little bouquet for you to take. You didn't take it right away. You couldn't speak. Levi tilted his head to the left, as if he were studying your body language to try and read the signals you were giving him. Finally, he lifted his arm and handed you the flowers.

"These are chrysanthemums. The ones that you love. Y'know ... your birth month flower, and they symbolize happiness, and ... a, uh, well, they're supposed to protect you from evil spirits. Y'know, how many of those you have hanging around here." He blushed hard.

"So, how is it that you carried them all the way here if they ward off evil?" You smirked at him. "I'm kidding. They're beautiful, thank you Levi. But what's the occasion? It's after midnight. This couldn't have waited?"

Levi stepped inside and pushed your shoulders back against the closed door. "Yes. It could have waited." He kissed you, gently pressing his nose into yours. You loved this kind of kissing, where you feel so close to him. Almost as if you were physically a part of him for a brief moment.

Your kiss was deep, as if the only reason either of you were breathing was for the other. You pulled away, reaching for a strand of Levi's hair and pushing it behind his ear.

"Wow. I'm ... really happy to see you too ...? But what, what brings you out at this hour? Are you ok?"

He tapped his finger against his temple. "See? That's exactly why I want to be with you. I came by after midnight, disturbing y-"

"You're not disturbing anything, Levi. If you recall a few hours ago, I'm the one who wanted to stay with you, mm? So don't assume you're doing anything wrong. I love being around you." You put your hand over your mouth at your use of the 'L-word'. "I mean ... Well, yeah. Goddamn it. I LOVE being with you. Spending time with you. And that kiss just now, my god. That was the best kiss I've had since ... since the last time you kissed me like that."

Levi stood against the door with his arms crossed against his chest, just watching you being very 'you'. He chuckled at the sight; Your hair was in the messiest bun. Strands fell around your face and neck, not quite dry from the bath you had. Your makeup was all washed off. Your natural lip color was luring him in like a siren song. He couldn't not kiss you. Even though he had done that once already tonight. He wasn't near satisfied with the one he gave you when he got there.

"Fuck, it's a little cold, Levi. Do you want to come in for some tea or something? You're already here, I mean ... stay? A little while, at least?"

"That'd be nice."

You took him by the hand and led him to the couch. He watched your ass jiggle a little bit as you walked in front of him. It was more sexy than he'd ever have imagined so mundane a thing could be. You put the kettle on and brought out your nicest cup.

"And here. And. Here." You brought him a teapot and your favorite teacup. You filled his cup and then got a cup of your own. "It might be really hot so be car- well, shit. I'm sure you know how to drink tea by now." You blushed.

You sipped your tea together quietly for a few moments, the silence becoming slightly awkward. Levi kept glancing up at you and then down again, not making eye contact. He reached for his hair and realized he didn't want to fidget with it. He wanted to touch something else. So he put his hand on your thigh and began rubbing his thumb back and forth.

You smiled and looked up at him, careful not to stare for too long lest the spell be broken. You were falling in love. And you didn't want to spend another night away from him.

But you weren't about to be pushy. You didn't want to pressure him. He had boundaries that you tried your hardest to respect. So, after 45 minutes of sitting there in near silence and sipping on your tea, Levi got up from the couch and took the teapot and the cups to the counter. He stood there with his hands resting on the edge as he looked at you.

"Can I have a glass of water, y/n?"

You smiled, "Yes, of course, baby. One second."

You got a glass and started filling it with water from the fridge. Out of nowhere, Levi slides across the floor to you and pins you against the refrigerator with his hips. You were about to ask him if he'd fallen on the floor or something. But when he whispered into your ear, you realized that the only thing that had fallen was your willpower to control yourself around him. "Why don't you stop flaunting your ass every time you walk in front of me like that?"

"Levi! Oh ..." That's when you felt the hard heat pressing into you. You shivered. "Y-you really think my ass looks good? Don't you, um, d-don't you usually look down when I'm in front of you like that? I'm not used to having your eyes on me." You pouted.

His breath was hot on the back of your neck, making the hair stand up on your arms.

"How am I not supposed to look at you? God. Especially tonight when you're running around in nothing but a bathrobe. You are naked under that, no? So risque." He smiled at you.

Levi backed up, allowing you to turn and face him. "You're so beautiful."

"Mm-mm. Not as beautiful as you, Levi." You ran your cupped hand down his cheek and he leaned into it. "Stay. Stay with me tonight." It looked as though you might cry if he told you no.

"Y/n, I -" He looked at you closely before finishing his thought. "Let me go down and grab my things from the car."

Your eyes shot up to meet his. "What? You brought stuff to stay over? Oh my god!" You started to jump a little and your robe fell open at your chest. Levi saw the plush softness of your skin peeking out and felt his cock jump to life. He knew there was no turning back. "Yeah. Yeah. I'm staying. Let me get my bags out of the car. I'll be right back."

You ran to your bedroom and straightened the few things that were out of place and pulled extra pillows from the hallway closet. Taking a deep breath you said to yourself, "He's staying."

And then, you got really nervous. "HE'S STAYING. THE NIGHT. HERE. OH. SHIT! SHIT!" You looked around at anything that might be out of place.

Levi was a very meticulously clean person, almost like a cat. If he could, he'd shower 3 times a day.

"I'm back, y/n." He followed the light to your room and saw you sitting on the edge of your bed, twiddling your thumbs. "Why are you blinking so much? Are you ok?"

"Haha, what? Am I blinking?"

"Yes. Like an insane person."

You laughed and then covered your face with your hands. "Oh, gosh. Levi! Help!"

"W-what?! What is wrong?" He kneeled in front of you with concern written all over his face.

You couldn't help but think that even when he was worried, he was still absolutely gorgeous.

You hushed him and grabbed him by the waist, pulling him up to stand between your knees.

Leaning into him you said, "Bed?"

You thought his jaw would fall off his face from his mouth hanging open like that. He didn't know how to respond. His cheeks were on fire as you slid the bathrobe back off your shoulders and let it pool at your waist.

Levi couldn't take his eyes off you. He leaned in and kissed you again, deeper this time. With an open mouth and roaming hands that could finally find their home in the bare softness of your body.

"Fuck, y/n."

"Come," you whispered, and pulled him by the hand, leading him onto the bed. You slid backwards, biting your lip as you looked him over from head to toe. "Levi," you whimpered as he climbed over top of you and pulled your legs around his waist, letting his full length press against you.

"I wanna be here. Can we try ...? I'm ready."

Your body started shaking as Levi began pulling his shirt over his head, exposing his chest and abs. "You have no idea how often I've dreamt of this." He kissed his way up your neck and onto your lips, teasing them apart with his tongue.

As Levi was slowly slipping off his pants, you were practically sweating. You couldn't stop staring at him and your thighs were still shaking a bit.

You both admired the view of the other laying there. Finally, after a few seconds of waiting for the next move, you crawled up and straddled Levi's hips.

"Y/n, oh. Y/n," Levi moaned your name as you sank your hips onto his throbbing cock. Your slick wetness eased his way inside.

"Holy fuck, Levi! Oh, god, baby." You loved the stretch, and the pressure. "This is the best fucking feeling in the world. Oh my god, how did we wait this long?"

You pressed your cheek to his chest, arching your back as Levi placed his hands on either side of your hips, rocking you up and down. He pushed himself further up into you, gripping your ass tightly.

The moans echoed off the walls of your room. Levi caught his breath and looked up into your eyes as if asking for permission to say something.

"I'm here, I’m here now." He said, knowing you have been waiting for him. You know that he never really trusted any partners enough to allow himself to be fully vulnerable.

"Y/n, sweetheart, please." He said so softly as he pulled you down to kiss him. You let yourself fall into his arms. He didn't need to say anything anymore. He didn't want to. Not this time.

You smiled as he looked up and kissed the tip of your nose. "Levi, I'm so glad you're you."

He groaned as his hips moved faster, slamming into yours over and over. You felt the tingling begin to overtake you, the familiar sensation in your lower belly signaling an imminent release.

"Oh my god. I ... think ... no, I am ... I'm gonna-,"

"Shhhh." Levi hissed, quieting you as you moaned.

He reached for your nipple and pinched it gently. You cried out his name and started to shake.

"I-I'm ... oh, baby. Please. Please let me, let me -"

"Yes. Cum, y/n. Cum for me, all over me." Levi groaned as he reached up to run his thumb over your swollen clit. He kissed the tender place between your breasts, lightly sucking on your skin. "You're mine."

That was all it took. You came all over his cock and every time he thrust upward you wanted to scream in pleasure. "I'm all yours." But instead you smiled. "You have me. All of me."

"Shit! Ahh! Fuck fuck fuck, you're so wet for me."

His eyes rolled back in his head as he gripped the back of your neck with his free hand, holding your head down so that your eyes were on him. The only sound in the room was his hip bones slapping against your flesh and his desperate moans.

He bucked his hips up and gasped for air. Your second orgasm snuck up on you and came quick, rushing through you like a river breaking the banks in a flood.

You felt him tense as he fell into his orgasm, trying not to spill a drop as you ground down on him even harder.

His hips rocked against yours and he groaned. As his cock softened, he felt the heat rising in his cheeks. "Ahh, fuck, y/n. Mm, yeah. We're sticky now."

You laughed and laid on top of him, panting and sweating. He smiled up at you, tucking a stray strand of hair back behind your ear.

"It's cute."

"What is, my ear?"

He chuckled. "Nooo, your hair is so wild."

Levi pulled himself free from beneath you and tucked you into the bed as you yawned. "Sleep." He kissed you and turned to leave the room.

"Wait. Where are you going?" You said, eyes filled with fear and heart dropping in your chest.

"Hm, what? Me? I'm - I'm gonna wash up. What kind of man do you take me for?"

"An amazing one. But just ... come here." You reach up and wrap your arms around his waist as you hold him tightly. "Sleep here. In my bed. I promise, just sleep. I just ... want you with me. Always." You feel the warmth of his chest as he wraps his strong arms around you.

"Always? Is that a promise, y/n?" Levi whispers the words, barely moving his lips at all, as if he's too scared of his own thoughts to formulate the question.

You tilt your chin and place your forehead against his, running your fingers through his hair, tugging slightly. "Yes. Levi. Yes. I promise."

His eyes fill with tears, but he doesn't let them spill. Even though he now believed that you'd always be there to wipe them away.

[themurderofcrowscollective]

A Distant Memory

While his life is getting better with his new friends and new lover Johnny MacTavish, Simon is reminded of a friend he once had as he had found an old tape recorder from his teen years when he used to run away from the house when he was a teen before enlisting. Looking through the tapes, he is struck with a heavy sense of nostalgia and sits inside all day rewatching the funny things they used to do as friends. Her name was Penny Brown, she was eccentric both in fashion and in her personal beliefs, but she was always there for Simon when he was at his lowest even when he was facing with his own homosexuality. At one moment, he pauses and stares at her.

He wonders if she ever made it out of that small town, it was way too small for someone with a mind like hers... Let's find out. + + + [Chapter: A Walk Down Memory Lane] 'Cheer up will ya? As long as I'm here, you'll never be truly alone.' He can remember the day she said that, it was the day they had met each other in middle school. She was much younger then from the Penny seen in the tapes, but she still kept her incredible smile as they grew. Originally she had honey-golden eyes with blonde hair however as she grew, Penny started dying her hair and putting red eye contacts in more often. The first day she started doing that, it was the first day of the new high school year in their junior year. Everyone was shocked but Penny wore her new appearance with pride. But as pretty and confident as she was, she was the weird kid for a reason. A multitude of reasons. (Fuck you I'm feeling silly) While Simon sits in his living room, looking through the tapes, he's reminded of the time they both were working on a school project for presentation day in social studies... Penny had the bright idea of making the slides herself and there were too many innuendos in there. She chose violence that day especially because their social studies teacher was a sweaty nerd in all the wrong ways, and it led to his arrest when the rumors were confirmed about his perversion. Everyone took note that day not to mess with Penny Brown. She also made a point very clear that she is a force to be reckoned with, and that she's a believer in equal rights because her hands were rated E for everyone. Yeah she threw hands with a cafeteria of bratty girls and boys, coming out victorious with a few bruises, a black eye and a few missing teeth. Simon was defended by her a lot of times, sometimes he'd defend her but she made it her goal to defend herself. They both were losers though, which sends Simon into a giggling fit before he feels a tap on his shoulder. " Hm? " Johnny looks at him with a bit of a giggle leaving his lips. " You alright there, Si? " " Yeah, I got reminded of a dear friend I had. " " Oh? " " Penny Brown, that's her from our senior year on the screen. " He points at the screen, Penny smiling. Johnny chuckles a bit. " Wow that's a style. " " It was the 80s, she had interesting taste in clothing. " Simon presses play on the old VCR and the tape plays out. " Penny, say something for yourself in the future! " " Are you fuckin' with me? Fine, listen up you bitch, don't give your number to that ass named Jerrod! He's nothing but a sleaze and you got this big ol baby to take care of! " She grabs the camera out of Simon's hands and turns it over to face each other, Penny sitting next to a very young Simon who blushes and giggles. " I'll never leave ya! " The tape ends and Johnny looks at Simon, seeing the tears roll down his eyes like he remembered what happened. " You alright? " " Yeah... I remembered what happened after this, she had to move away to America to live with her aunt after her folks passed away. She left behind just one note. " He looks inside the box again and finds the note, taking it out and unfolding it. It's as pristine as the day he got it from her. 'Dear Simon, sorry mate. While I may not be near you in person, I'm always with you in spirit. It'll take so much more than a mass tragedy to keep me away. - Much love, Penny.' 'P.S. I know you won't be able to take care of yourself out there easily without me, but know that someday you'll find someone to keep you safe. He'll always love and cherish you, so don't fight it, let love win. Stay happy, ya big baby.' There's a flower drawn by Penny herself, a forget-me-not. The one flower Simon always gets on a certain day of the year, keeping it watered for a good while. " Simon, why don't ya try looking for her? "

[illadvisedselfships]

I come into your inbox bearing one free ticket 🎫 to gush over any f/o of choice :3 (or all of them if you prefer as well~)

I ACTUALLY HAVE L I S T S. ON MY NOTES APP XD LET ME JUST GO AND REFRESH MYSELF XD Haha. Gushing commences down below XD

Cruella De Vil (SPECIFCALLY 1996)- The only person real or fictional I would ever marry!

First of all I just love the way she talks! She uses words like 'squander' and 'sycophant' and aghh I love it. And this quote??- 'More good women have been lost to marriage then to war, famine, disease and disaster'. This is the line that first got me interested in her. Like... its extreme (Of course women can be married and still be powerful and amazing as hell) but there is truth to it and I love a mean old woman who's not afraid at all to say it.

Her HAIR. Its just perfect!! It looks so soft and fluffy and? the colour and the volume?? How??? It is iconic and I love drawing it, looking at it, thinking about playing with it... XD Its just great, alright?

How sorry she was about Anita's pregnancy 😅😅😅 Babe same. I've said it before and I'll say it again, if I got pregnant I would want people to respond the same way 😅😅😅 That's just personal thing, of course, I know most people would be happy to be with baby and wish to be congratulated but hey- that's why she's my f/o XD

I'm oddly obsessed with the sound her teeth make on her cigarette stick??? XDD Its just- I don't know. One of those things that's kinda satisfying for me ! 😂

Red. Lipstick.

She doesn't pull punches and I love writing for characters like that ^^ You get what you see with her.

Jim Bickerman- My main F/O!!

Alright first of all- I just feel like he's a perfect combination of all the kinds of characters I like! XD 1. Sleaze, 2. Crazy old man 3. Antagonist.

The f l a n n e l s. I-

Its just-

They look so good that's all I'm gonna say XD

A small detail I noticed that I like?? He has band aids on his fingers in Final Chapter. And I just wonder if, behind the scenes, the costume designer decided Jim was accident prone and constantly covered in band aids or if that was an Englund add XD Either way I just think its neat for a low budget campy creature feature sequel XD

Messy beard.

OKAY BUT?? HIS TALKING?? The line 'Come to Daddy you little bitch'?? That wry chuckle and 'Heh, whadaya mean?' all-too-innocent after someone asks him where the hell he's taking them?? Using 'clicks' as a measurement of distance? 💙 The fact that he calls himself a 'greedy old fart' as well as a 'cripple'? 😅

HE HAS REDEEMABLE QUALITIES. WHICH IS A NEW ONE FOR ME XD He respects his mother ('Mrs Bickerman wasnt a very good housekeeper' // 'Hey. That's no way to talk about the dead, son'), he is apparently against stealing (When a woman in Vs Anaconda suggests they take a boat he's very serious in telling her that doesn't belong to us), yes he was very creepy with that one girl in Final Chapter but he did not go to touch her at all which I think is pretty good compared to some other Englund characters 😅 as well as other F/O's of mine (Past or present), he was semi-nice to Max, etc.

His reaction to getting a gun pulled on him will never not be my favourite XD Like 'oh for gods sake, this again?'. And- you can see- he is almost laughing!

Also- I BET he could build a campfire. And that?? I don't know why but??? That is TOP TIER for me. I just-... oooffffffffffffffffffffff. Just 👌 Haha XD Where did my underwear go??-

Otis B Driftwood: I dunno, he's just... very comforting to me??? Ahhhhhhh.

I think its been very well established by now I love characters that don't hold back. They're brutally honest- usually in a mean, cruel way. Cruella De Vil is one, Slenderman is another, and Otis is one too. Maybe I just like that I always have that option?; not the killing or being mean obviously, but that just being grumpy instead of forcing a smile on is there as choice if I need it. I used to go into a 'Slenderman persona' when I had an oral presentation in school?? 😂😂😂 Which just means I was able to be still. I wasn't worried about what anyone else thought cuz who cares what they think, 'I hate them all anyway' (Which was of course not true, it was just apart of the 'persona' 😅). Otis is a riff off of that time in my life, I think XD 😅 When I'm having a bad day nowadays and I'm still forced to be out and about I might start thinking a bit snarky like him 😅😅😅 I know, I have some off defense mechanisms.

ANYWAY- he's absolutely rot incarnate and that is why you watch the movies XD He's a like a train wreck. You cant look away.

HIS SPEECHES!! Oh my lord. I love that that's how we were introduced to him- with him ranting to some kidnapped teenagers about a 'conformist world' and 'this culture of mechanical reproductions'. Ohhhhh boy XD

Somehow?? He seems to get... healthier?? With age??? What is this Benjamin Button nonsense?? XDD He has definitely made a deal with the devil.

He looks so cuddly in his overalls in the 3rd movie 😂😂😂 And he has no right!-

Just the fact that when one guy, Virgil, was worried if he went and broke Otis' sister out of prison as per Otis demand then she would kill him (Virgil), Otis was like *sigh* 'okay, I'll write you a note.'. Like a parent saying his kid doesn't have to do P.E today??? XDD

Professor Callahan (SPECIFICALLY THEMICHAEL RUPERT MUSICAL VERSION.):

He. SINGS. Whoever said musical theatre kids aren't hot have clearly not seen what they can turn into. Goddamn.

His voice in general ahhhhhhhhh. I wanted him to degrade me at first, admittedly XDD But now I want praise. And degradation actually. BOTH! And its not the actors real voice, either, I saw a video on Tik Tok of Rupert and he was talking completely different- then at the end abruptly PUT ON HIS CALLAHAN VOICE FOR A LAST LINE and ohhh BOY I was finished. XD

Oh my goodness, he yanked my dormant teacher/professor kink back to life by its ankles!-

That was my first kink and honestly I'm pleased to see it back 😂😂

The fact that they made the character so much worse in the musical??? Like in the movie (Victor Garber ver.) he's kind of likeable at the start, making a joke or two to release the tension in his classroom- but THIS version is like crush grandma so we can get laid IMMEDIATELY!! G o d. I love villains. And he is a classic case of no-holds-barred, black and white, Disney Villain-esque, walks-off-chuckling bastardry and I love it.

'Or is that unfair?- OH WAIT, I don't care'.

Ahhh!, his face after he sniffs Elle's resume!! Its so cute I love it XD

This outfit:

[the-firebird69]

I saw this coming and I'm ready for it and I have documents and people asking me for it and I'm handing it to him I'm tired of him saying all such a s*** about people this guy is a freaking complete idiot and he needs to die for what he's been doing he needs to be executed formally and we need to have a trial for him and he's a loser and a loss and Trump is too building because something I do some building because it might get rid of BGA that's going on too in his head it works for me and a friend says it would work it's practically everybody would be doing no bothering except this one idiot and his group of clones and his kids didn't benefit from its presidency or whatever it is vice President. I don't think that he should be even allowed there but there's not enough work on it and there will be nobody wants them anywhere

President Biden

He killed half of me and took most of my life my husband and my family is a mess and he's sitting there holding my son hostage for no reason at all except that he's dumb and we mean PJ is dumb he is dumb as hell he's dumb as a cucumber that guy's an idiot. I don't want to ever see him as long as I live I need to put hits on him like crazy and he says he's still the director of the CIA so we're going to fire him for real I don't have any time for this he's so dumb you got encouraged and he's he's a total idiot with very little encouragement and this program is a piece of crap. I feel really sorry for my son and he says don't feel bad for me I'll sort of get it but really there's somebody out there that needs help and if you find a body a clean body or something hanging around and throw the other half and someone needs help me this is always some man out there and dad would appreciate it because you're a loyal person to your people and so he says that and it's tough but really you aren't loyal at all and you can't see me because of it you're such a loser and a sleaze bag just screw around them Non-Stop she really not that useful to anyone and I want you out I've got all sorts of documents I'm going to hand to the max on you and your CIA adventures if you want to call them that you're a piece of s*** and you put people on Max in there I'm sick of you you piece of garbage and a filthy rotten line sister lying sister and he wants to bring up and charges he needs me as a witness I think that's a good deal he doesn't really have a lawsuit for my stuff no you don't either cuz you're stupid. He should have you removed as his brother and her a sister and it was approved now he's going to have you removed as an uncle and wants to have nothing to do with you and they're going to name it in court and said they're going to name that you are a disabled person with down syndrome and you are a heinous murderer and use his name again and threatened him for things it's going to court soon I heard them saying have a report and you're going to be released from your jobs and you need to be you're attacking the USA you're an enemy combatant and start listening is that I'm going to this meeting tonight if you try and show up for the big game of people going to annihilate you

Camilla VP

You're welcome BJ and you deserve it you're a pig you talk down to me all the time and you're scrawny smelly weirdo and you don't have a real brain. You can put things in there and you can take them out I can make it to the computer assignment for real I can make you f*** it up and I told you that you didn't listen to me now you're going to end it will be too late

Zues

I'm going to get out of here too many people against me

Bja

I've actually heard enough there's a lot of people that want to get going on stuff and have something to do regardless driving around all day and go to the shopping mall same grocery store is starting to bother people so going to go ahead and do that and we're trying to have an arrange for tonight it's a few people can't make it and they keep players and our son said just tell her conference and really then it all these leaves a few can't and they're not molok and it wouldn't be a big problem so they say it will take the meeting and send them the tape if they can't make it or tell a conference and they can even pop in if they want and put in there two cents and their vote on to do it or not they don't have this big consortium with everybody except bja and his clones and possibly his kids and grandkids and then our side on that item too and they're actually pretty happy about it so we're going to go ahead and try and get that done

Thor Freya

They're going to go ahead and proceed like that and I'll explain that to them cuz it is true and say I would like you to pop in if you could for a few minutes and or vote and a bunch of stuff to talk about but basically the block takes too long and his locks take less time and they don't weigh as much and they're solid and they lock together and almost anyone can use them and put them together and it makes it like a brick shithouse it's like concrete panels and Dan wants to use panels that's already approved and his father is approved and others and BGA was going to use panels but he's lying about even doing it at all and everybody will know tonight it's a wonderful idea what a wonderful thing to do he says he's bored so he's thinking about all this stuff but really it's a dump it is reasons to do it but I'm going to have the meeting it's going to be formal and I guess we're going to have to cast votes on to proceed or not and and there'll be several points on the cleanup on dredging on ripping out and replacing condemned homes or those that are have black fungus and the owner wants to and on buildings and public buildings and there's a couple more road Bridges and highways and we could separate it into a stuff that needs attention right away but we could probably get Federal money and we'll have an option to postpone on those items and we'll probably be voting a lot of other stuff and discussing this kid is disgusting he's so damn dumb we can't take care of this problem tonight

Mac daddy

So I'm out huh and it's because everyone wants to do this house stuff I don't have any time for this but it's hilarious go build your houses I don't care leave my Nair and he says he's going to fill them with poison cuz you have to I sort of get something I don't want to hear about this stuff they can't go in the property and they can by imminent domain state of emergency and you can't do anything about it well that's not good and I'll try and see that's the whole point it's going to work on you

Bja speaking to CAA

You see this is how he is and it is worth money and stuff to us

Mac daddy so our friend comes up with an image and BJ yelling and running towards the property you can't put anything on there anything so we're going to nail them

[holdmeclosertinytaron]

397 Days

A/N: This piece stemmed from an ask I got wayyyy back last year (sorry anon for the time it's taken to get to this!!). "Idea/ request : maybe Taron gets jealous? Any circumstance but ideas for circumstances : at a party, pub, at the gym." I did go a little off track with it but I always do lmao. Word Count: 7,694 Warnings: Explicit language, mentions of alcohol consumption, mental health, smut, mentions of cheating, jealous partners, public arguing

'Taron, would you quit following me already?'  You seethed through gritted teeth, hands balling into fists at a failing attempt of channelling the anger running through you. You were far too tired to put up with his shit and you swung the garden gate open hoping that it would swing back and catch him on the shins. It didn’t.

Tired was an understatement. After an insanely long week at work with your creepy colleague asking daily for a date even though you didn’t like him in the slightest, the last thing you needed was your ex boyfriend at your doorstep after following you home from the bar where you had been on a date with said creepy colleague. 

‘He’s a sleaze, Y/N. You do know that, right?’ 

You did know that. But if going on a date with him would finally get him off your back then you were willing to go out with him for one date. The conversation on the date hadn’t been as awful as you first thought they would be. 

You turned to Taron, cocking your head to the right the tiniest amount. ‘And what does that matter to you? I’m not your problem anymore…remember?’ 

‘Y/N-’ 

‘No, Taron,’ you interjected before he could say what you were thinking. You were already exasperated by the thought of getting into an argument with him. You were too tired and far, far too emotionally unstable for it. ‘You don’t get to tell me what you think about the people that I hang out with. Not anymore. You lost the ability for that when you made the decision to leave me. And I'm finally moving on and finally starting to feel like me again. Like the person I was before I met you.’ 

Taron had followed you into your garden, not bothering to close the gate behind him. Not that you were all that surprised. He never shut the gate even when you were still together. He stood a few feet away from you. Close enough to you that he could smell the intoxicating scent of your perfume but far enough away that he couldn’t touch you if he held his arms out. You were thankful for the latter, already unnerved by his spontaneous presence. 

‘And you’re doing that by hanging out with sleazy guys who only want you for sex? For nothing but a meaningless fuck before they leave the house when you’re still asleep? That’s how you’ve chosen to move on?’ 

You scoffed loudly. ‘Who’s to say that I didn’t only want him for sex? That I wasn’t going to have a meaningless fuck and then leave him at something past two in the morning to come home and never call him again? And who’s to say that he only wanted me for sex anyway? He’s not you, Taron. He actually cares about me and my feelings.’  

Taron didn’t need to know that Tim from the marketing department very clearly did only want you for sex, or that the entire time you were with him, you were picturing yourself with Taron, snuggled on the soft bench and laughing about something random. It wasn’t his place to tell you what he thought about any guy that was in your life. Whether or not he was completely right. 

His shoulders sank as he sighed.‘That’s not fair.’ 

‘Oh you think I’m being unfair?’ You asked, pointedly. ‘Let’s talk about what’s not fair then, shall we?’ 

You stepped closer to Taron with your eyebrows raised slightly as if to say, oh you have no idea. ‘You broke up with me for an assistant you’d met at work on this very doorstep-’ you threw your arm back to show him exactly which step it was that he’d left you on, the shadow of his former self staring back at you, ‘-in the middle of the night, after you’d slept with me one last time for good measure. And then, to make it even worse, you disappear for over a year without so much as a full explanation. That’s what isn’t fucking fair, Taron.’ 

Your eyes were trained on him, watching for any tiny movement he made. He knew that you were right and you knew that he knew. His eyes had lost their usual glossiness and he looked genuinely sorry. But there was something in you that stopped you from caring. You wished he felt the same way you had for so long after the breakup. 

He didn’t say anything. Though whether that was because he was scared of saying anything else and saying the wrong thing or because he knew that there was physically nothing he could say to make you feel better, you didn’t know. 

‘How did you know where I was tonight?’ 

In the shock of seeing Taron in the pub and him starting a fight with Tim, you hadn’t really been able to process the fact that he was there, in Otford, and not home in Hampstead where he lived. He hated the pub and had been very vocal about the fact throughout your entire relationship, telling you that he wished you’d moved closer to the centre where there were more places to get drunk on a Friday night when he got home from working. 

‘What do you mean?’ He asked, more tense than before. 

‘How did you know that I was at the pub? You have always been rather vocal about your dislike of that specific pub and the drive from yours to it so there is absolutely no way on this earth that you just happened to be there on a random Wednesday night on your own when I happened to be there on a date. Who told you where I was tonight?’ 

‘Nobody told me.’ 

He wasn’t lying. You always knew when he’d been lying about something by the way his eye twitched slightly and the way that he wouldn’t look at you. But as he told you that nobody told him, he looked directly at you and his eyes remained still. 

‘Okay. Then how did you know where I was?’ 

‘Your Instagram story.’ 

‘I didn’t put it on my Instagram story.’ 

‘Your close friends.’ Shit! ‘I’m still on your close friends list. You never removed me after the breakup.’ Double shit! If he was still on your close friends list then he must have seen every story you posted after the breakup. The ones of you sobbing with a glass of wine on a random afternoon. The ones of you throwing your photos in the bin. The ones of you singing hate songs about ex partners. The ones of you at your lowest and most vulnerable. Fuck, fuck, fuck.  ‘I saw the photo you put on of the two drinks and that dickhead’s hand-’ 

‘He’s called Tim.’ 

‘Tim? Yep, he’s definitely a sleaze.’ 

You would be lying if you said that you didn’t want to let out a little laugh. He said it with such confidence and such amusement that you couldn’t help but want to laugh. That was something that he’d always been able to do; make you laugh. He made you laugh in the times when the last thing you thought you would ever do was crack a smile. It hurt you knowing that he still had that hold on you. But you couldn’t say that you didn’t miss it at the same time. 

‘Taron…’

‘I saw the photo and I just needed to see who you were out with. There was this huge grasp of jealousy that wrapped around my throat and constructed my breath. I really needed to see you. To see the guy you were with. I guess I wanted to see if he made you happier than I could.’ 

The glossiness made its way back to his eyes but it still wasn’t his happy glossiness. It was the kind that only appeared when he was close to tears. When he was speaking the truth. 

The truth was that Tim didn’t make you happier than Taron did. You didn’t think anybody would make you that happy again. Though it was nice to get out and not be stuck at home wondering what being with someone else would be like. You’d spent the better part of two years doing that and you needed to stop wallowing and actually find out what it would be like. 

It was just typical that Taron happened to turn up on the one day that you tried to forget about him and the way that he’d made you feel. 

‘I needed to see how you were doing. And then when I actually did see you and you were laughing at that gu-Tim, I snapped. I’ve spent the better part of two years building this wall against the world one brick at a time. I hoped that it would somehow protect me from ever having to wonder what you were doing or who you were with. But seeing you laughing with someone else, in the pub that we used to go to with your friends. It was hard.’ 

‘Taron-’ 

‘And then I actually did see you, the wall that I’ve tried so hard to build up over the past couple of years to pretend like I wasn’t hurt by what I did collapsed.’ He sniffed gently, turning away from you and blinking aggressively. You could hear his breathing from where you were, shallow and shaky. It hurt but you couldn’t let it show. 

Your neighbour was in their window and you wanted to tell Taron to come inside with you so that you were out of the way from prying neighbours but you didn’t trust yourself enough to let him back inside.  

‘God, I’m so sorry for snapping like that,’ he whispered. ‘It’s just…I really hate the thought of someone else being with you. Being with you the same way that I was at one point. I never did get over the jealousy you used to joke about.’ 

‘But you don’t want me anymore,’ you stated, fighting back your own tears. You hadn’t said those words out loud since a week after he left when you were sobbing uncontrollably on the phone to your friend. ‘You don’t want me but you don’t want me to be with anyone else? You don’t want me to be happy? Do you know how selfish that makes you?’ 

‘Yes. It makes me the most selfish man in the entire world but for some reason, I can’t bring myself to care. I don’t want you to be with anybody else because it would mean that there really isn’t a chance for us to get back together.’ 

You could barely believe what he was saying. You’d hoped and prayed that he would say them but never did you think that he actually would. That he would admit that he wanted another chance with you. That he still had feelings for you. 

‘You broke my heart that night when you told me that you’d been sleeping with that and now you’ve come here, to my home, to tell me that you still have feelings for me? I hate you. I hate you for ever thinking that it would work. Fuck, I can’t stand the sight of you right now.’ 

‘I’m absolutely mad about you, Y/N,’ he said, finally looking you in the eyes as he reached forward to grab your hands. ‘I haven’t stopped thinking about you for two years.’ 

‘I am far too tired for this, Taron,’ you sighed, shoving his hands away from yours and stepping back again. ‘I thought I’d been relieved of your jealousy but that’s what’s caused this whole mess tonight. Had it not been for your incessant jealousy, you wouldn’t have come to the pub and I’d have gone home with Tim and I’d still feel like I’m moving on from the mess you left in my life.’ 

Taron slouched. ‘I’m always going to be jealous when it comes to you. I just want you to be treated well and I want to look out for you.’ 

‘Here you go again, spinning the situation around as though you’re just trying to look out for me. But guess what? I’m not falling for it anymore. An apology would be nice though,’ you added. ‘For what you did. I never did get one of those.’ 

‘I’m sorry,’ he said.

‘Sorry that it happened? Or are you only sorry because I’ve asked you for an apology? I don’t believe that pitiful excuse of an apology. I’m going inside. Go home.’ 

‘I love you.’ 

Pinching your top lip momentarily, you tried your hardest to not cry. ‘Wow…so you really are only sorry because I’ve pulled an apology from you. You know, I’ve hated you for so long yet there have been times where I’ve wondered what life would be like had I answered the phone that day.’ 

‘Why didn’t you answer the phone?’ He asked. 

‘Are you serious, Taron? Why didn’t I answer the phone? I don’t know. Maybe it was because YOU HAD JUST BROKEN UP WITH ME AND LEFT ME ON THE DOORSTEP SOBBING AND WISHING THAT I COULD JUST DIE SO THAT I WASN’T IN PAIN ANYMORE. Maybe that’s why.’ Your breathing was heavy as you stared at him, fists clenched again by your sides. Tears threatened to spill down your face but you didn’t let them. 

  'What would have happened if you’d answered?' 

You didn’t even need to think before you answered him. 'I’d have fallen to your feet like I did every other time we got into an argument. I’d have begged you to come home-' you breathed a laugh, truly realising just how fast you would have asked him to come home. 'and I’d have told you that I loved you. Because fuck I loved you so much. I loved you to the point where I would be willing to put my happiness on the line just so that I could be with you. That’s what would have happened.' 

Vulnerability was something that you’d struggled with after the breakup. You never wanted people to roll their eyes at you or think that you were yammering on about something that was so far in the past. But with Taron it felt natural. Even though you were pissed off at him and wanted him to leave you alone, there was a magnet drawing you in and a comfort that allowed you to tell him the truth. That allowed you to open up again. 

'This year has been hell, Y/N. I’ve regretted that night every single day for 397 days. You were my absolute everything and I broke you. God I hate that I broke you.’ 

‘People are starting to stare, come inside.’ 

You turned and walked up the three steps to the front door, digging through your bag for your key. Taron stayed a little behind you but never took his eyes off of you. The only time he did was to look at your neighbour through their window who had been staring at the two of you for ages, probably wondering how she could make money off of the situation. ‘Taron Egerton and mystery girl fighting on steps of a London home.’ You could see it now. 

When you’d managed to get the door open, you held it for Taron while you slipped your shoes off and kicked them to the bottom of the stairs to move when you went to bed. Taron slipped in past you and you had to close your eyes to stop yourself from leaning forward and smelling him. He wore your favourite cologne and you hated that he had. 

‘397 days?’ 

‘397. The longest days of my life,’ he replied quickly, moving into the living room and refraining from looking around to see what was different. But he knew something was different about the room.‘It’s like I missed a whole year of happiness because of how shitty I’d been. I’m so, so sorry.’ 

And then he saw it. The photo on the mantle. You’d replaced the photo of the two of you on holiday for one of his birthday bashes with you and your best friend from one of your nights at the pub. You were wearing one of his old t-shirts and were laughing over a glass of alcohol, your eyes shining in the lights that danced around you. 

‘Was she worth it?’ You asked, bringing him back to the room. 

‘Was who worth it?’ 

‘Whoever the assistant was that you shacked up with on your press tour. Was she worth losing me?’ 

Your heart broke all over again and you were immediately transported back to the night he confessed to cheating on you. The relationship had been your entire life. Taron promised that he wouldn’t ever do what your ex boyfriends had done. He wouldn’t treat you the way that they had. Then he did. And it hurt like hell. 

It took months for you to finally start to live life again. Mornings had been spent curled up in bed on your phone staring at photos of the two of you together and him working. Afternoons had been spent on the sofa watching the saddest movies you could find so you could blame them for your hysterical crying. Evenings had been spent back in bed with a book trying to escape the world. 

It wasn’t until your best friend came to get you one night and practically forced you out of the house and to the pub for an hour when you began to smile again. You started to work out again, you were eating properly and going out with friends. It was a breath of fresh air. A calm breeze on a hot day, making you stop and take everything in a little more than usual. 

‘ 'Absolutely not. Y/N, look at me. I know nothing that I say will ever make what I did right and excuses aren’t the way to fix this but I missed you so fucking much.’ He’d told you that he missed you before. That it didn’t mean anything because he missed you. In his own words, he thought only of you during it. ‘I was pining for you day after day and annoying everyone else who was working with me. To the point where they’d joked about me sleeping with someone else just to get over the pining.’ 

Your tongue pressed into the inside of your cheek as you took a deep breath. ‘Wow. Nice to know what your work colleagues think of me. And how little they respected me, you or our relationship. Joke or not.’ 

‘It wasn’t like that, I swear. They apologised for saying something like that and were genuinely apologetic. That night I was in bed and tried to Facetime you because God I needed to see you and hear your voice. But you didn’t pick up.’ 

‘I was out with Clarissa trying to cheer up from missing you.’ You distinctly remember sending him a text message letting him know that you were going out with your friends and that you loved him. When you were out you couldn’t think of anything other than Taron and had constantly checked to see if he’d text you back, not knowing just what he was doing. 

‘Stacy came to my room and I was so vulnerable, you have no idea. Crying on the bed because I just wanted to talk to you so badly. I was miserable without you and couldn’t think of anything that would take my mind away from the pain I had in my chest from missing you.’ 

‘So you decided to sleep with Stacey to get over it? What, was her mum unavailable?’ 

Taron rolled his eyes at your joke and took a tentative step closer to you. He reached his hands out to you and you almost took them. Almost. 

‘I truly cannot believe what I did. She looked a bit like you-’ your eyes widened and you had to look away to stop yourself from crying. You’d been told previously that the girls you were being cheated on with looked like you or reminded them of you and it didn’t make it any better. It made you feel worse, knowing that his eyes were clearly wondering even though you were right there. You questioned everything about yourself. ‘-and I think I was so deep in my own head that I didn’t think properly. I regretted it as soon as I’d finished and felt like I’d just started the end of my own world. Like everything was going to avalanche and I was going to lose the best thing that ever happened to me. When I got home and saw you and how excited you were to see me, I realised the severity of what I’d done and realised that I was going to lose you.’ 

‘It was only when you saw me that you realised how you’d acted? Really, Taron? Don’t dig yourself any deeper into the hole.’ 

‘I knew how awful it was from the minute it happened but seeing your face; seeing how truly happy you were and when you ran to me and kissed me, I knew I couldn’t not tell you. I thought you’d be better off without me after that happened.’ 

Tears streamed down your cheeks by that point, collecting on your chest as you took multiple shaky breaths. Your heart ached more than it had in over a year. 

‘Better off without you?’ You asked, wiping under your eyes with the sleeve of your jumper and not caring that your makeup was going to smudge. ‘I have been absolutely miserable for 397 days. I didn’t get out of bed for weeks and I didn’t shower for just as long. I was barely eating, I wasn’t talking to my friends, I didn’t see my family either. I became a hermit of grief. I’d probably have been better off if you had just pretended like it didn’t happen and not told me. At least then I wouldn’t still be grieving the loss of the most amazing man I’ve ever met.’ 

‘Still?’ 

‘It’s funny really,’ you sniffled, ‘how the human brain can make you hate the one person who made you the happiest you’d ever been. It’s also funny how you can have these morals and virtues that you’ve lived by throughout your entire life and then something happens and you don’t care about morals or virtues. For years I told myself that if I was ever in another relationship and they cheated, that would be it. And it was, for the rest of my relationships. But here I am, watching you stand in the room where we would laugh until the early hours of the morning wishing that I’d answered the phone.’ 

Taron stood in silence, letting you get everything out that you needed to. ‘You broke my trust and you broke my heart but I wanted nothing more than to be with you. It was strange. The first person I wanted to call after you left was you. Because I told you everything. I wanted to call you and tell you that I’d been cheated on and that my heart was broken. But it had been you to do those things to me. And I’ve never been the same since.’ 

‘What do I have to do to make you love me?’ 

‘Nothing,’ you shrugged. ‘Because I never stopped loving you. Not really.’ 

‘Then what do I have to do for you to forgive me for what I did?’ 

‘Prove to me that you love me. Show me just how sorry you are.’ 

He took the final two steps towards you and cupped your cheeks gently, pressing his forehead against yours. You took a deep breath, inhaling his musky sandalwood scent and letting your eyes flutter closed. Tears still ran down your cheeks as you sniffled and you gulped loudly, Taron’s warm hands feeling so good against your skin. 

One of his hands moved down to your waist to pull you into him, and your hands instinctively gripped onto him tightly, fisting his coat at his back. You could feel his breath tickling your top lip and you took one last shaky breath as his lips ghosted over yours. 

Over a year of being apart but being there felt normal. Like you’d walked back into your home. Taron was home. He’d always been home. 

You pressed your lips against his fully and let him sigh into you, both of your shoulders relaxing instantly. 

‘I want to show you just how sorry I am.’  

******

Taron sat with his back against your headboard, his legs out in front of him and his hands by his thighs. You took three, shaky breaths to calm yourself before kneeling on the bed and moving closer to him. He could clearly see the apprehension in your face so he moved himself forward enough to hold your waist to pull you onto him. His lips met yours in a gentle kiss that reassured you that everything was going to be okay. 

‘We can stop,’ he insisted, ‘if that’s what you want?’ 

Shaking your head, you climbed over to him and straddled both of his thighs. You cupped his cheeks with clammy hands and rested your forehead against his. ‘Don’t wanna stop.’ 

Taron smiled to himself, letting his lips ghost over yours as he moved his hands up his thighs to your bare bum and down your own thighs. His touch was light, almost as if he was scared that it wasn’t real. He’d had too many dreams to count where you’d been close enough to him again that he was able to feel the heat from your core against his legs, the feel of your skin on his fingers and the feel of your lips against his. 

Your skin was soft under his touch, his hands gliding effortlessly wherever they roamed. From the gentle curve of your bum to the fleshy skin of your thighs, up your hips and to your waist, to your shoulders and down your arms. He couldn’t get enough of you. He’d missed you more than he thought possible and he wanted to make sure that you were real and that you were actually there with him. 

His hands found refuge on your waist, pulling your body closer to his so that he could kiss you easier. Your hands gripped his shoulders as you moved, his hard length sitting between your legs where you needed him the most. Feeling brave, you rocked yourself over him slowly, watching his face for any reaction. 

A sharp hiss filled the room around you and spurred you on to rock over him again, his cock hitting your clit in the right place. Taron could feel how wet you were getting and he gripped your hips tighter to stop your movements. He looked at you through his eyelashes, leaning forward to rest his forehead against yours. 

‘I meant what I said, you know?’ 

‘You meant what?’ 

Your heart pounded deep within your chest as you looked at him through your lashes, your skin getting more clammy with each passing second. 

‘That I love you. ‘Ve always loved you. Think I always will.’ Taron spoke with a level of sincerity that you hadn’t heard from anybody in a long while. His eyes remained on you the entire time he spoke, hoping with everything he had that you would understand just how serious he was being. ‘Never stopped loving you. And I’ve never forgiven myself for what I did to you. I’ll spend the rest of my life regretting that.’ 

Your breaths mixed at the top of your lips and you gulped at the feeling. It had been a long while since you were this close and it felt so strangely natural to you. You could just about make out the smell of alcohol on his breath and you knew that he’d be able to smell it on yours. But neither of you did anything to say that you cared. 

In the space of an hour you’d gone from chewing him out on the path of your home to straddling his thighs in the bed you used to share ready to forgive him for everything he had done. 

He’d gotten bigger since you’d seen him last. His arms were stronger and his stomach was toned. You traced the lines of his slightly protruding abs with the tips of your fingers, not really paying attention to what you were doing. His admission was ringing in your ears but you couldn’t find the words to answer him thoroughly. 

‘You don’t have to say anything right now,’ he added, almost as if he knew that you couldn’t form any words. ‘I just wanted to let you know. I am so unbelievably sorry and I know that there isn’t anything I can do to take back what I did or how I acted but I want you to know that I will do whatever you want. I just want to know that we can try.’ 

‘I don’t know, Taron.’ 

You pushed yourself off of him and sat next to him on the bed, pulling the blanket that sat at the end of it over your body to hide your vulnerability. You needed to talk and that was going to be vulnerable enough without you naked on top of him. Taron turned to face you, holding out one of his hands for you to take if you wanted to. You didn’t take it. 

‘I’m sorry,’ you whispered, gulping back tears and pinching the inside of your lip out of anxiety. ‘It wasn’t just what happened. There were other things that weren’t right with us.’ 

‘Like what?’ 

‘I didn’t feel like you-’ You paused, covering your mouth with your hand and closing your eyes. ‘Sometimes I felt like I was the only person who cared about our relationship. I think that’s why it hurt so much when you did what you did. I already felt like I wasn’t good enough for you and then you cheated on me and it made me realise that you really would rather be with anybody else but me.’ 

‘That’s not the case,’ he said quickly. He grabbed your hands in his despite you not wanting to and turned you to face him properly. ‘I was such an arsehole constantly.’ 

‘Don’t put yourself down like that.’ 

‘I was. I realised that I hadn’t been putting any effort into the relationship. I’d come home from work and just say that I was tired and go straight to bed. I wouldn’t wait up for you if you went out with friends. I wouldn’t go shopping with you like we used to. I stopped planning dates. I was a shitty boyfriend and then I did that and I thought you deserved better.’ 

‘I did.’ 

His head dropped low and he lifted a hand to wipe at his eyes. ‘I know you did. You deserved so much better.’ 

‘Why?’ 

‘Why what?’ he asked, looking at you again. The edges of his eyes were red and damp and it took everything in you to not reach forward and wipe the one stray tear that had fallen away. Like you always did before. 

‘Why wasn’t I ever good enough for you?’ 

‘You were good enough,’ he said. ‘If anything, you were too good. Never before had I been in a relationship where my partner understood that I would be away from home for so long working. They’d never waited at the airport for me with a cheesy homemade sign every single time I came home. They’d never send me videos of themselves being absolutely ludacris just to make me smile.’ 

You breathed a laugh, remembering all of the times you’d been doing something mundane and stopped to take a video for Taron being dramatically over the top. And each video ended with an ‘I love you and I’m so proud of you.’ It took a lot of getting used to to stop doing them when you’d broken up, but somewhere on your phone were hundreds of videos just like the ones you would send with the same ending, but you were crying in those, so bitterly heartbroken. 

‘I never truly felt like I deserved your love. Because you deserved so much more than me and what I could offer you. And I think that’s why I got so jealous earlier at the pub. I saw you there laughing with somebody else the way that you used to laugh with me and I saw the way that you were so open with him. For a split second, I let myself imagine that it was me you were with. That we were waiting for our mates to come and join us for a drink before we went for dinner somewhere else.’ 

He paused and took a deep breath, his eyes getting even more glassy than they were before. ‘It hurt me seeing you with somebody else. Somebody who so very clearly didn’t appreciate your humour, or the little lines that appear near your eyes when you’re laughing, or the way you’d clasped your hands around your drink tightly at one point as you listened to what he was saying, staring into his soul to truly hear his words.’ 

He gulped. ‘Fuck, I love you. I know I keep saying it but it’s how I feel. It’s like when I’m with you there’s nothing else I can think about but you. The way that your lips protrude slightly when you’re concentrating on something or reading a book, the way that you can read a book no matter where you are and not get distracted, the way that you hold your mug of tea close to your chest with both hands while you watch Gilmore Girls, the way that you can watch Gilmore Girls so often and not get bored. You are the only thing I can think of and I am so fucking stupid for all of the shit I put you through.’ 

‘I wasn’t staring into his soul,’ you murmured. ‘I was thinking about you.’ 

‘You were-’ 

‘When he was talking and I was, as you put it, clasping my hands around my drink tightly?’ Taron nodded. ‘I wasn’t staring into his soul. I was comparing him to you. I compare every man with you. I was thinking about the fact he didn’t have dimples when he smiles, or lines around his eyes. His hair was similar to yours but it didn’t have the same softness to it, or the same bounce. He wasn’t the kind of guy who would also videos and photos of him laughing or being silly. He was boring.’ 

Taron chuckled gently before turning serious again. ‘I sound like a broken record but fuck me I love you.’ 

You pressed your lips against his harshly, slipping your tongue into his mouth and colliding with him. He tasted sharp like the vodka he had been drinking at the pub but minty from the chewing gum he always had after he’d been drinking. His tongue was warm against your, exploring your mouth like it was on a mission as he grabbed your hips and moved you back on top of him. His hands guided your hips over his again and again, building a fire in your tummy that you were completely unable to control. 

When you were happily distracted by his intoxicating kisses, he ran his middle finger between your folds, collecting your juices from your entrance and pulling them up to your clit where he drew gentle circles, chuckling into you when you gasped. He’d forgotten just how sensitive you were at a simple touch. Pushing the thoughts of other men knowing how sensitive you were from his mind, he slowly pressed his finger into you, moving his lips to kiss your neck. 

‘Taron,’ you whimpered, trying to move over him. ‘Fuck.’ 

He smirked to himself, pulling his finger from you and pushing you back just enough for him to grab his aching dick, stroking it once, twice, three times, and lining it up to you. Your hands came to rest on his chest as you lifted yourself enough to feel him where you needed him. You moved together then, him pressing into you and you pushing down onto him, and you both let out a long, drawn out moan. 

After two years, you were no longer used to the gentle burn of him entering you, or the way he filled you perfectly, like you were made to slot together in such a way. You could feel every vein, every bump, on his length as you sank down further, your hands moving to grip his shoulder tightly to steady yourself. Your knees struggled to cope with the weight of your body as you continued to lower yourself slowly. They wanted to let you fall onto Taron completely, to have him as deep as physically possible and then some. 

Taron’s eyes met yours as you sat on him fully, taking a second to get used to feeling so full again. There was only so much your dildo could do. He kissed your lips tenderly, telling you everything you needed to hear in just one look. 

His hands sat warm against your hips as he started to help you rock over him, his length hitting your deepest spot and coaxing a long moan from you. Your legs clenched around his hips and your head fell back on itself, giving Taron the perfect opportunity to press kisses to your neck, suckling the skin into his mouth and grazing it with his teeth. 

You were overwhelmed to say the least. Your emotions were already all over the place with seeing Taron and reliving the past that hurt so much, and then you were in bed with him again hearing him tell you how much he loved you and you admitted that nobody had compared to him without so much as saying the words. It was all a little bit too much. 

Every fibre of your being prayed that Taron wouldn’t change his mind in the morning and wish that you hadn’t slept together. You didn’t want him to wake up and tell you that you should stay broken up. That would hurt more than letting him back into your life. You’d craved his touch and his kisses for so long that the mere thought of waking up without him again hurt. 

Taron grabbed a fistful of your bum as you rocked over him harder, lifting yourself off him slowly to sink back on him seconds later. Your kisses were still soft though, and full of love. It was as though your mouths were trying to stay together and take things slow while your lower halves were craving one another and wanting to feast. 

The only time your kisses weren’t delicate and laced with emotion was when Taron’s hips lifted to meet yours, his need to have his way with you far too much for him. His hands held your hips in place as he planted his feet flat on the bed and thrust up into you, revelling in the way your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your breasts pressed forward into him. 

‘Feels so good to have you wrapped around me like that again,’ he mumbled against your breast, his forehead sticking to you with the sheen of sweat coating your skin. ‘Better than any of my dreams.’ 

‘Fuck, babe,’ you whimpered, grabbing his hair and tugging lightly. ‘I’m so fucking close.’ 

At your admission, he moved his thumb to press it against your clit, circling it deliciously in time with his thrusts, watching you unravel on top of him. You could barely contain your moans and mewls as he slowed his thrusts, letting you rock over him again so that he could kiss you once more. 

He gripped the backs of your thighs and turned you over so that he was hovered over you, your legs at either side of his hips and his cock still nestled perfectly inside you. He pulled out of you and gripped the base of himself, dragging his raspberry tip to your clit and back a few times, shivering at the contact. When he finally started to press back into you, he moved at an agonising pace, wanting you to feel every inch of him just as much as he wanted to feel your walls flutter around him. 

He moved too slow for your liking but tutted when you tried to lift your hips to meet his. ‘Please don’t, I want to show you just how sorry I am. How much I fucked up.’ 

His eyes were wet again and you lifted your hands to cradle his cheeks, catching a tear with your thumb and taking a long, shaky breath. ‘Taron-’ 

‘I am so, so fucking sorry. Going to be sorry forever. I love you.’ 

‘I love you too,’ you gulped, letting your own tears fall as he pulled out of you until only his tip was hidden. When he went to press back into you, however, he didn’t go slowly. Instead, he thrust into you fast, and with purpose, shocking you in the best possible way. 

Your nails dug into his biceps as he thrust into you at the same pace over and over again, fast and mercilessly. He wanted to make you feel good, to give you an orgasm that you would feel for hours after. The kind of orgasm where you would struggle to walk to the toilet before bed. The kind of organise that would leave you feeling like you’d done hours at the gym. He wanted to fuck you into oblivion, all while showing you how much he loved you.

He wanted to give you everything that only he could. 

‘You’re so fucking good,’ he moaned as he leaned down to kiss you again, finally letting himself break the wall completely. ‘I love you so fucking much.’ 

‘I’m going to come,’ you whimpered into his mouth, reaching around his neck to keep him in place. 

His hips continued to push into yours, the sound of skin slapping filling the room around you along with your moans and groans. It wasn’t until then that you realised how loud you had probably been. No doubt the neighbours could hear you and you’d be getting a complaint the following day. But you didn’t care. You wanted them to know how good you were being fucked. 

‘Wanna feel you clenching around me. Wanna feel how good you feel.’ 

‘Holy fuck.’ 

Your orgasm didn’t give you a single warning. It flooded every one of your senses and had you gasping for air. Your legs tensed around Taron’s body, your toes curling at the insane waves of pleasure washing over you. His hair caught in your fingers as you tugged at the roots at his neck, needing something other than the white sheets to hold onto. 

The fluttering and clenching of your walls around his length pulled Taron over the edge, his own orgasm washing over him. His head fell forward until it rested on your shoulder, his chest heaving against yours with each breath he took to try and fill his lungs with air again. 

‘Fucking…shit,’ he cursed as he rode you both through your orgasms, his hips moving slowly in and out of you. 

He didn’t pull out straight away though. You were so warm and snug that he didn’t want to leave you. And you were thankful. He made you feel so full and you didn’t want to not feel full again. You wanted to feel him a little while longer.

The world around you seemed to still as you lay in bed catching your breath. Neither of you fully understood how you had gone from hating one another to confessing your feelings. The argument on the street felt like a lifetime ago but the only thing of importance was knowing that Taron really was sorry. 

‘I forgive you,’ you whispered against his shoulder. ‘For everything. I just…I need you to promise me that things are going to be different. It’s going to take me time to trust you again but I want to trust you again. I want to be with you.’ 

‘I will do everything I can to gain your trust again. And that’s a promise. Why don’t you go for a wee and I’ll change the sheets quickly? Then we can cuddle together?’ 

You nodded against him but didn’t move. He was far too snuggle for you to even begin to want to move. It took him rolling off your body and letting the cool air from the room hit your skin for you to get up, though you didn’t go without a groan. 

‘Go bloody pee, woman,’ he chuckled as you finally stood from the bed, albeit with shaky legs. 

Your thighs burned as you tried to move and you had to take a minute to run your hands down them just so that you could walk to the adjoining room for the toilet. Taron watched with a smirk as you hobbled. 

He made light work of changing the sheets, sleepiness finally catching up to him and motivating him to hurry up. 

‘Taron,’ your voice called from the bathroom, ‘there’s no toilet roll in here. Can you get me some please? It’s in the same place as before.’ 

Taron chuckled and grabbed a roll of toilet roll and passing it to you, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before he left. 

It didn’t take long for you to climb back into bed, needing to get warm after being in the cold air for far too long. Taron joined you quickly, tucking you in and laying an arm over your torso to pull you close. His front was warm against your body as he manoeuvred himself to press a kiss to your forehead. He pulled you even closer so that you were a tangled mess under the sheets. 

‘Night, Y/N.’ 

‘Night night, Taron.’ 

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Can I request Iwa, Sakusa, Osamu and other bois you like seeing their s/o getting confessed?? I love your works they’re so comforting! 💖

# — seeing their s/o getting confessed to

includes: timeskip!iwaizumi x gn!reader, timeskip!sakusa x gn!reader, and timeskip!osamu x gn!reader (atsumu also makes an appearance)

genre: fluff, angst if you squint

warnings: a tad bit of jealousy

a/n: hi my love! i'm so so sorry this took so long, but i love seeing some of my favorite men become jealous hehehehe. thank you for the request and i hope this was okay! ilysm and stay safe <3

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IWAIZUMI:

you and hajime were both working out one day at your local gym. he had practically dragged you there since you were feeling especially lazy, but he did promise to buy you your favorite snack so you reluctantly agreed.

part of you really liked going to the gym with him. one because you got to ogle at his biceps, and two because there were a lot of creeps at the gym who tended to lay their eyes on other women for a little too long. but thanks to your handsome, beefy boyfriend, no one really had the balls to approach you.

until today.

hajime had gone off to fill both of your water bottles while you waited near the bench press. you were mindlessly scrolling through your phone at an attempt to seem busy, until you felt a presence come by you.

"need someone to spot you?" the man asked with a devilish grin.

you gave him a polite smile while shaking your head, "oh! no thank you, i'm just waiting for my boyfriend and he'll be able to."

the strange man looked around the gym, pretending not to see hajime at the water fountain, "looks like i don't see him. i've had my eye on you for a while and i've been meaning to talk to you. why don't you let me spot you for a bit we can get to know each other a little more?"

he started leaning in a little close to you, your eyes glancing at hajime who was, thankfully, on his way back to where you were. as soon as he saw your predicament, he started walking a little faster, anger prevalent in his olive green eyes.

"i'm flattered, but it's okay. i have a boyfriend and he should be back any minute!" you tried your best to get rid of him, but he wasn't budging.

"i don't even see him here, why are you playing hard to get?" the man was about to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear before your boyfriend's hand reached out to stop him. hajime had set the water bottles down near the bench press while the man snatched his hand back, scowling at the ravenette when he wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you into him.

"i'm right here. and if you ever think about laying a hand on them again, i won't hesitate to break every bone in your body," he threatened. the man quickly nodded his head, fear in his eyes as he quickly walked away from the situation.

you let out a sigh of relief, burying your face in your boyfriend's chest, "god, he would not leave."

he chuckled slightly and kissed the top of your head, "i swear i can't leave you for .25 seconds before some sleaze is trying to steal you from me."

you rolled your eyes and hit his chest lightly, "as if i'll ever leave you. i swear you're like my guard dog."

hajime let out a growl which had you bursting out laughing. you walked over to the bench press and laid down while he was busy putting weights on each end of the bar. he came to stand above you after you were satisfied with the weight, leaning down to give you a soft peck on your lips.

"i love you, you know that?" he confessed.

you smiled sweetly, "i love you too, baby. now please don't let this fall on me."

"no promises."

SAKUSA:

you had decided to visit sakusa and the msby team during their practice. you wanted it to be a surprise, since you haven't really seen him a lot lately. safe to say that you miss him. you've asked him before if you could come visit during his practice, but he always gave a random excuse.

"oh sorry, coach said that we're not allowed to bring visitors during practice."

"i wish you could my love but i'm going to be all sweaty and you don't want to see that."

you quickly became suspicious and decided to see him yourself. only, the reason that sakusa was so hesitant on letting you come to practice was because of his teammates. they were well aware that you and omi were together, but some of them had a hard time keeping their comments to themselves. and by them he means atsumu.

he knows you would never leave him, but the thought of atsumu trying to hit on you boiled his blood. you were his, and the amount of times atsumu teased him about "confessing secret feelings for you" really pissed him off.

imagine both of their faces when you popped in with a bento box for your boyfriend.

sakusa immediately walked over to you, doing his best not to show that he was slightly annoyed with you coming to practice unannounced," hi my love, what are you doing here?"

"i missed you! i never see you anymore so i thought i would pop by to bring you some lunch!" you smiled sweetly at him, handing him the bento box of his favorite food. it was even wrapped all nice and cute.

he let out a sigh, giving you a soft smile. he honestly could never be mad at you, you were just giving him some lunch. he'll admit that he was kind of getting hungry and he didn't pack anything to eat, so he's grateful.

"thank you darling, i'm gonna go put this away real quick okay? i'll be right back," he sped away after, as if he was trying to put his bento away as fast as possible. you thought his reaction and how he acted towards you was strange, but you shook it off and took it as that he was just surprised to see you.

you looked around the gym, admiring how tall the ceiling was and the hugeness of the court. you were distracted until you heard someone call your name.

"oi! yer y/n right? omi's partner?"

you turned and saw atsumu, his face adorning a playful smirk as he walked towards you.

"i am! it's nice to finally meet you! omi's always giving me excuses on why i couldn't visit you guys at practice, so i decided to come anyway," you chuckled nervously.

"oh he just wants to hog you all for himself. yer always welcome here, dollface."

you blushed at the nickname, not really knowing what to say after that.

"man, omi always mentioned how beautiful ya are. and now that i get to experience it for myself? i'm a lucky man."

you give him a slightly uncomfortable smile. omi did mention how much atsumu irritated him. especially with how flirty he was with other people.

"aww that's very sweet!" you said shortly. you were sort of wishing sakusa would be back by now. you were never really good at taking compliments, especially from someone you didn't know very well. but you had to remind yourself that this was how atsumu was. he couldn't help be flirty around people he thought were attractive. which now that you say that, you're wondering what's taking sakusa so long.

"do you wanna maybe have some lunch after we're done with practice? i'm sure omi wouldn't mind me stealing ya for a bit," he shamelessly asked.

before you were about to answer, all you saw flash before your eyes was a volleyball striking atsumu in the back of the head, the blonde athlete cowering in pain. behind him you saw a very irritated sakusa, smoke practically flowing out of his ears from what he just heard.

"ow!! omi-omi what was that for?" he whimpered, cradling his head in his hands with a pouty look.

"for flirting with my partner and making them uncomfortable," your boyfriend responded, coming up to you and pushing you slightly behind him.

"i was only teasing! ya know i'd never do that to ya! i expect an apology!!" taking in atsumu's reaction, you realized how much of a man-child he really was, his flirty demeanor long gone.

"they've never met you before you idiot. how are they supposed to know?" sakusa replied.

"damn, ya have a point. i sincerely apologize y/n, i'll never make ya uncomfortable again. now that i know you have sakusa wrapped around your pretty little finger~"

sakusa was about to grab the volleyball again but atsumu was already running back to the court, shaking with laughter along the way. he turned to you with a glint of worry in his eyes, "you okay? he didn't too much harm did he? he's gonna be the death of me i swear to god."

"i'm okay, he was just... interesting to interact with," you laughed lightly, intertwining your guy's fingers and squeezing lightly.

he rolled his eyes and grumbled," he's just an idiot, don't listen to a word he says."

you smiled at him and pecked him on the cheek," sounds good omi. i'll see you at home okay? i love you."

you were about to walk away when he pulled you back into him, lips smashing with yours with no doubt the intention of making sure atsumu knows that you're his.

you both pulled away breathless and rested your foreheads against each other.

"i love you too darling."

OSAMU:

you and osamu both worked at onigiri miya, you being a server and osamu being the head cook and the owner. you both had met each other well before the popular restaurant was established, and it was nice to be able to see him almost every day. you both loved your job, even though being in the restaurant industry did have it's perks.

not a lot of people were aware of yours and osamu's relationship, considering you always worked at the front of the restaurant while he worked in the back. you both would get too busy and wouldn't have time to interact with one another, which you were slightly thankful for since you prefer to keep your work life and your personal life separate. still, if you were ever given the opportunity to ogle at your boyfriend while he was cooking or doing whatever, you would take it.

one night it was particularly slow and you were extremely bored. you glanced at the clock, the numbers 6:23 mocking you since your shift ends at 9:00. your manager noticed that you didn't have any tables, so they decided to send you on a 30 minute break. you punched the air with excitement, taking off your apron and walking up to one of the screens to put in your order, which you get for free since you're osamu's partner. you sent in the order, walking towards the back to your own hiding spot where no one would bug you.

you were catching up on what you missed on social media, waiting for your food. that was until you heard someone clear their throat, your head shooting up in surprise because no one knew of your break spot except for you and osamu. you saw that it was one of the new servers, who looked very nervous since they were twiddling their thumbs with a shy look on their face.

"hi... you doing okay?" you asked politely.

the server's eyes widened," oh yes!! s-sorry i've been meaning to t-talk to you actually! u-um i think you're really nice and i was wondering if you wanted to hangout s-s-sometime."

your own eyes widened in surprise, considering you had never talked to this person ever since they started working there. you had accidentally bumped into them once or twice, but you never paid any mind to them.

you mouth opened and closed, not really knowing what to say. as you were about to answer, you saw osamu come up behind the sputtering server with your food in hand. he gave you a confused look and you smiled slightly, turning your attention back to the server who looked like they were about to pass out from the anticipation of your answer.

"that's super sweet of you! but i actually have a boyfriend, love. i wouldn't mind being friends though! you seem really nice," you said. you physically saw their shoulders lift with relief, a small smile appearing on their face.

"i'm so sorry! i had no idea, but i-i would love to be friends!! i would like that a lot. may i ask who it is?"

the gray-haired male took that as his cue to come closer to you and bring you your food, shooting the server a kind smile. when the server saw osamu, you swore you saw their soul leave their body. they immediately bowed, spewing out apology after apology.

"i'm so so sorry! if i had known you two were dating i would've never confessed! please don't fire me miya-san i had no idea, you guys seem perfect for each other!! please i'm so sorry-"

"hey hey hey... it's all good! only a few people know but it's not somethin' we're keeping a secret, ya know? we just only tell people if they ask if we're together. no need to fret!" osamu reassured them.

that seemed to have worked since they peeked up at the both of you, embarrassment apparent in their features. they nodded shyly, leaning back to stand up straight again.

"o-okay! i'm sorry again, please e-excuse me!" the server dashed away as fast as they could. you and osamu looked at each other and burst out laughing.

you wiped away at the tears springing to your eyes, trying to catch your breath at the encounter," i felt so bad! they were so cute and awkward. i just wanted to put them in my pocket."

"i felt bad too, they're probably not going to make eye contact with me for the next month" your boyfriend teased.

"samu! don't say that! they were so scared, especially when they saw you."

"yeah yeah, they'll get over it. i only came here to bring you your food."

your stomach growled loudly when you remembered your food, sitting patiently just waiting to be devoured. you grabbed the container and set it on your lap, the lid foggy with condensation. you opened the lid and the smell had your mouth watering.

osamu handed you a fork and you immediately dug in, moaning at how delicious flavoring. "taste good?" he asked.

you looked at him and nodded your head," do you even have to ask? you know how much i love your cooking samu."

"i know, i just like the validation. i'm heading back in, i'll see ya in bit okay? and don't scare off the server please, they actually have potential," he stated while walking back the way he came in.

"yeah yeah, hey send my compliments to the chef!" you teased.

he sent you a bright smile, winking at you before walking back inside to cook more orders. you smiled to yourself and continued eating your food, faintly dreading going back to work to finish your shift.

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[whorror-barbie]

Sexercising(Au! trainer! Han Yun-Jae x chubby! fem! Reader) (part 1/2)

Summary : you are trying to lose some weight because your modeling agency is up your ass about it, so you decide to join a gym,but it's not your average gym.

Mini series warning: body shaming,slight slut shaming, bombofication, vaginal sex, rough sex, Jae is an asshole,some degradation. DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18, YOU WILL BE BLOCKED, AND IF ANY OF THE WARNINGS TRIGGERS YOU, PLEASE DO NOT READ FURTHER.

A/n: I got this idea from a manwa or webtoon series called sexercise. I have only read the first volume(it's quite wholesome believe or not lol,so not my original concept )but this is my inspo. I'm also writing this because I'm a chubby yet thick woman lol..so why not?

Today was not your best day, you just got off a phone call with your sleaze boss about losing weight or you will be fired within the next couple of months. Being a model your size was difficult. You have been doing model for a little over a year now, it's a blessing, though, on the downside of it, you have to work with the worst boss ever. he makes comments on your weight especially in front of the other thinner models, it's humiliating. Yet, he tries to make passes or cop a feel every time you two are alone, it's pretty creepy. Not just that, other people from the agency itself agree with him

"sure, you're very pretty and all, but you managed to get fatter than you already are, sweetheart...are you midnight snacking or something? Whatever the case is you look bad.. remember, you're always replaceable " is exactly what he told you on that so-called discussion. his stupid chuckles echo in your mind as tears are threatening to fall while you are walking down the sidewalk. so what if you have wide hips, big boobs with a big booty to match, and a tummy pouch to along with it. that's just how you are built, but you love being a model, so if losing weight is what you would have to do then so be it.

"That fucking bastard," sniffling as you are typing away on your pink bedazzled phone to find where the nearest fitness center is. you Google maps it so you don't get lost, lord knows you are not very good at directions, so you make your way there. Now after getting this stupid 20-minute walk in, you finally arrive at a black suspicious looking building that's sandwiched in the other buildings. "This can't be right, it looks abandoned," you thought. As you were staring in confusion, two men come out of the building, happily chatting away with each other as they are now walking on the sidewalk away from you. Staring at them, noticing that they had activewear on. you trusted it and decided to enter.

It looks like your standard gym, very nice and clean. looking around, it was pretty empty, It's only 3pm so you're kinda surprised no one is here. a pretty and fit lady approaches you "hey, ma'am how can I help you today?" she says with her perfect smile, you feel immediately intimidated by her. She's so gorgeous, definitely modeling material that could take your place in a heartbeat. It makes you insecure which causes you to look down. "Um, ma'am?" Hearing the concern in her voice, you look up "oh, sorry I was wondering where I can sign up for a membership here" getting nervous, not making eye contact with her then she smiles. " Oh sure, come follow me," she says with excitement. You both walk up to the second floor of the building.

On the path to wherever she's leading you, the sound of moaning, grunting, and somewhat sounds of slapping? coming from the walls of the different rooms as the two of you pass them by. "Huh? What are those noises? Is it that bad? Maybe it's not too late for me to dash out of here..this going be so hard" in thought as you sigh in frustration, she opens the door to a pretty decent size office with other desks and chairs. "Hey, Mr.Sangwoo. We have someone who is interested in our program" smiles almost too happily at him " thanks, Eun-yi. I can take it from here" then he directs his attention at you with a welcoming smile "Hello, please have a seat" exchanging bows to each other.

"I'm glad you are interested in our program, I'm going to ask you some questions, if that's ok " You nodded happily then he smiles politely. "good" as he's typing on the computer. he asked for your simple info like first and last name, date of birth, etc. "Ok, good..." he grabs the pamphlet and puts it on the desk " Now miss, it's all about fitness for us, I want to make this very clear" nodding once more at him then he continues "with that being said we offer exercises with or without penetration. the penetration one we'll need additional info, I'm going to have to ask you to take an STD testing for us and even weekly if you choose penetration frequently." Looking at him lost "huh? An STD testing? For working out? "You asked sounding like a ditz. " Huh? Oh sorry ma'am, I should of made it clear, this is a sexercising gym it's where we combine sex and exercising." He explains as if it was a normal thing, Your face feels so hot right now.

"Sexercising? I didn't even know that was a thing, sir" Sangwoo gave you a caring smile for some reason, the conversation got interrupted by the sound of the door opening as Sangwoo give a small nod of acknowledgment to the person behind you. turning around to see a tall, slender yet muscular man with a loose grey tank top and black long shorts, he's also sporting a geometric tattoo on his neck. made eye contact with each other, he is looking at you like meh and it makes your insides a bit nauseous. "he's so hot...I hope he's not judging how fat I am right now" in your insecure thoughts again, looking down at your lap now. " Ma'am, are you ok?" Sangwoo stared at you with concern, you nodded so fast. " I get it, it's a usual gym program, you are going to be up close and personal with your trainer so to speak" he laughs a little then continue " the end goal is still the same, losing weight and staying fit that is if you are still interested. Its all up to you" you look to see the mysterious man stand nearby his desk, studying you as he's drinking some water out of his water bottle. "Oh sure I would love to join, sign me up, sir" giving sang woo a ditzy smile ." oh, good," he says in return. You hear the man scoffs as he walks out of the room. your stomach feeling sick again, does he not like me?

After a while of uncomfortable questions, you decide to do the sexercising with penetration. Just out of curiosity of course. "Almost done, now we need to pick out a trainer for you" he pulls up the tablet to show you the different women and men trainers to chose from, it was like a catalog of some sort. "Ummm, are you a trainer? can I pick you?" Playing with your hair, giggling as Sangwoo clears his throat, trying not to look at your very exposed cleavage "oh! I'm flattered, ma'am but I'm not a trainer though" laughing nervously ."oh" You think for a second then you remembered, "what about the guy that came in here earlier? he had a tattoo on his neck" getting flustered thinking about your fantasy scenarios with him. "Oh, you mean Han Yun-Jae, he's a very popular trainer here, so it might be difficult to schedule you in with him though." Look a bit disappointed and he notices" oh that's fine then,I can find someone else" keeping an enthusiastic attitude.

"Why don't I call him in here and see if he wants to train you" you look at him with doe eyes then nods, "Hey, you got minute" Sangwoo asking him on the phone. a few minutes pass, Han Yun-Jae enters the room once again to see you still here, he is almost annoyed with your presence for some reason "this young lady would like to be trained by you, up for it?" Sangwoo waiting for an answer. Hans is checking out your curvy body with no shame, feeling yourself getting soaked right now, then looks to sangwoo "sure, why not" he shrugs, sounding very uninterested. "Ok then it's settled, well let you know your results, and you should be good to go, Thank you for your time" you get up and bow "No, thank you for your help today, I can't wait to start" Hans staring at your form standing, looking at your cleavage. "Bye" you wave at sangwoo, he mirrors your actions.

Reaching for the door, you leave out the room into the hall, but Han follows suit and is now next to you "don't think this going to be you laying on your back the whole time, I know that's something you are used to doing." looking at him with such shock now turning into anger" what the fuck, sir?" He clenches his jaw, stops in his track to look at you" Mind your language with me" in a threatening tone which causes you to gulp nervously. " I'm a pretty strict trainer, and from the looks of it, we have a lot of work to do because you're pretty fucking fat" as he's checking out your fat ass shameless, admiring all your thickness. you get offended giving him a glare "so be ready and don't be late" as he departs from you, leaving you shocked at how he talked to you just now. Making it down the stairs, leaving the building. You feel yourself tearing up as the cool air hits your face. yet at the same time, you also get so aroused at the hot trainer being mean to you. It's a very confusing emotion because normally anyone else that talked to you the way he did, would be so upset, but with him, it was different somehow. Maybe this day has gone on too long, you need a shower and a good night's rest, Who knows how this week is going to go.

[thedelusionreaderbitch]

Kaz Brekker x fem! mute! reader - Dancing eyes

(Image not mine)

A/n: I just thought about this and here we are. Also! I will have at least two more imagines coming out today or tomorrow! I'm also sorry if I offended anyone I really tried to make a good representation of the reader and I did some research but I'm not mute so I don't know exactly what's that's like. So if you guys could tell me if I did anything wrong, just some feedback that would be nice!

Warnings: Mentions of trauma, death, angst, blood, gore, the reader is mute, fluff I think that's it? You have been warned!

Summary: Kaz falling in love with you

(The sign language is in italics bold!)

All rights go to leigh bardugo, netflix, and you! I just own the plot!

She was dancing when he first saw her.

She did a few twirls, her leg went into the air flawlessly into a arabesque to the side. It was powerful and controlled but it was graceful. The girl did a paw de chat and jumped high into the air turning around and landing with one leg behind her perfectly straight and pointed, one leg on the ground and her hands in front of her like she was presenting something to the audience.

The crowd clapped and applauded her but she did not smile, not till she did a low curtsy and while she did her y/c/e orbs meant his. Kaz's breath got lodged in his throat when he saw her beautiful eyes. Then they lit up like all the stars were in her eyes and her lips curved upwards forming a small grin.

Kaz shook his head, she wasn't valuable to the dregs so she wasn't worth looking for, so he turned swiftly on his feet and started walking towards the slat.

But you wish she was.

Kaz started looking for her everyday, and everyday she would be in her spot near the slat doing a dance. Her graceful movements often caught his eye and he would often find himself watching her from his window.

Weak.

But one day something else caught his eye about her, she had enough money for shoes and clothes, it didn't look like the girl ate much, barely enough to keep her alive. Thought still, she bought food.

Or did she?

He observed her in a different way now - for a week and to say the Brekker boy was surprised would be an understatement. The little dancer had been stealing.

Sometimes she would steal food, money, and do a few magic tricks here and there but the thing was he never saw her steal only saw the people leave with empty pockets.

Kaz could admit to himself that she was good, possibly better than him - which was dangerous. But could she kill someone? Maybe he could train her but he found he didn't want to force that upon the girl that danced outside his window everyday. Stealing food, money and even clothes sometimes.

Saints, I'm growing soft. Kaz thought to himself.

The next time he saw her was three weeks later well, the thing is he didn't see her outside his window dancing all day from 6:00pm sharp all the way to 3:30am.

He wondered how the girl slept.

He was limping down a street and he turned a corner only to hear a voice and it wasn't recognizable so he quietly limped over and peaked his head out.

It was the little dancer.

She had a grisha steel dagger pressed up against a man's throat. The man was trembling in fear, and the little kitten that once danced was gone and her claws were coming out.

"Please-please! I did can-can pay-pay you back! Please! I-I know people who-who can help!"

The man looked young but was definitely a sleaze ball, with his brown hair that looked like it was decaying, his round bodice, his fat arms and legs and he retched of alcohol and young girls.

He was nothing compared to the girl.

The tiger had a snarl on her face, but she didn't make a sound as she stabbed the dagger threw his forehead killing him. Then she pulled the knife and grabbed a piece of paper presumably writing something down on it.

She spun on her heels and she faced him.

Shit.

She just blinked at him and made some weird hand movements which Kaz identified as sign language.

Oh he did know what sign language was, he knew how to use it too.

If you wanted a show, you could have just asked dirtyhands.

The girl smiled when he rolled his eyes.

"I don't want a show, but I would like you to join the dregs." He said out loud in a monotone voice. She looked taken aback that he could understand her but she grinned even brighter that he could.

Of course. It's better.

She signs, using just those words and not adding anything else - just it's better. Though he knew actually what she meant.

"What are you. You seem to know your way around here, not to mention the stealing and killing."

I'm a assassin. I Trained somewhere... not in Kerch, and I escaped and went here.

Her signing his precise and graceful almost like her dance movements. She starts to walk away but she pause's and turn's to him.

You can call me Nemesis.

Then she walks away. He didn't even know the time or whether she was even going to show up. He didn't even know her real name - not a single thing about her real identity really.

Only that she dances.

After that day he dreamed of her every night. Sometimes she would be dancing outside or she was working on a job with him. On the occasion he would get a dream about her in a meadow holding up a flower and showing it to someone. But that seemed more like a memory more then anything because she looked younger - a child only five maybe seven.

He longed for the sleep.

Once after a job with the Crows she came to his room and her hair flowed down her back as she climbed into his desk chair while he was on his bed.

He didn't even hear her come into the room.

Writing something down on the paper she turns around and hands him it.

My name is Y/n.

That's when he knew she trusted him.

After that moment they slowly began to come together - slowly but surely. Whether it be a small brush of the hand or full on skin to skin contact they we're there and then they weren't. Technically, they weren't dating - not officially anyways but no one (not even the Crows) could find where Kaz or Y/n began or where they ended. It was like they we're on one big loop, they we're on person yet they we're different.

The first time he kissed her she was coming back from killing someone.

Y/n was his personal assassin, because of that she killed a lot of people and had to be never seen, no evidence, not always clean kills. But Y/n had already admitted to killing many people and she signed that she probably had killed more people in her childhood then he will ever tell her to kill in his lifetime.

So when she came back in tears after a murder he was rightly confused. Her bright y/c/e eyes we're filled to the brim with tears and the eyes that usually danced with emotions were almost dead looking. Though to Kaz they still looked beautiful.

That's not what she needs right now.

Kaz sat on the bed staring at the assassin that stood in the middle of his room, that looked nearly like the little dancer that he once thought she was. But her eyes looked shattered like glass spread across the floor in pieces.

He patted the room beside him on the bed and she reluctantly followed where his hand was and sat down. She kept her eyes cast down, and it killed Kaz to not see those beautiful eyes that danced. The only thing the left of her innocence in his opinion.

With an ungloved hand he lifted her chine up to his and slowly her eyes meant his. Her breath stuttered, she breathed in and started moving her hands using sign language to talk.

There was a child.

She started, always trying to get to the point fast enough.

They went up to me and...

Her hand movements came to an erupt stop and she slowly breathed in a breath preparing.

They called me a monster.

Kaz looks at her and the tears in her eyes. She needs comfort or something at least but he's not so sure he can give her that. He's not sure if he's even ready for that.

Yes you are. And Kaz could finally agree with the voice in his head.

He slowly brought their lips together and brushed them together in sync. He lifted his hand to go to her cheek and he stroked it. They pulled away, it was barley a kiss but it was enough.

"You could never be a monster Y/n." He whispered as their foreheads touched again.

__________TIME SKIP_____________________________________

Knives, arrows, and bullets were flying though the air. Some hitting people and some not. Kaz looked over to Y/n, he knew he shouldn't have brought her on this job.

She had an air of royalty around her, she killed whomever she liked out of the Blacktips.

That's if she granted them mercy.

If she didn't you would die a very painful death. Her hair was blowing in the wind making it look like she was floating, and for all Kaz knew about her, this girl was full of surprise's. She might as damn well been.

Her reflects were quick and graceful but deadly. Just how she dances. He thought. Her eyes were on fire and they seemed to burn everything around them.

She really was a Saint.

Focus. He scolded himself.

You can think about her more later and maybe tell her what you think boy. It was a different voice this time, and it vaguely sounded like his father but he pushed the thought away and kept on fighting.

The heist was over and he looked around for Y/n because usually on mission's like these they would go together and just sit. Sometimes they would talk, sometimes they would just enjoy each other's presences. It was all they needed, just a reminder for them that they we're still alive.

"Did you see Y/n." He said flatly not wanting to seem worried although he really was.

"Ya, I saw her slip away earlier she looked fine." Nina supplied.

He gave her a quick nod and started walking back to the slat. At the least he knew she was fine.

They couldn't find her.

It had been a week and she didn't show up, they were all desperately trying to find the assassin but she was no where to be found. She silent girl was gone, they didn't even know if she was captured or not.

After another week the others had given up saying if their was a lead they would be there. Then Kaz found a note on his desk.

Dear Mr Brekker,

Hello Kaz this is Y/n, so I'm sorry for doing this but it had to be done. I'm not captured no, and I'm safe for now no ones really safe in the barrel. I have many enemies and they will find out you and the Crows are my weakness and I can't have that. You mean so much to me in words I could never describe and it pains me so much to leave knowing - I love you. You are some much stronger than me and a considerably better person then I ever could be although you fight against that statement. You put your Armour down for me and I couldn't do that for you. I'm sorry.

May the stars watch over you,

with love Y/n

Kaz didn't know what to do, Y/n was gone the loop was broken and everything was back to the way it was. He closed his eyes and thought about her eyes - those dancing eyes.

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[kisekinodrabbles]

Can we get detective Aomine, who gets assigned a female partner but from the start they're always at each other's throats. During an undercover case, reader has to be super flirty and Aomine gets all jealous and mutual confessions ensues. Maybe some sexy times at the end? :') Sorry if this is too specific, feel free to come up with your own interpretation! I'm such a huge fan of your work Sam and I'm so excited that you're opening your askbox even just for a little while!

ngl idk what im doing here but this is the last request in my inbox so i wanted to finish it haha pls enjoy (not proofread so excuse mistakes) - also my first time writing smut in like years so forgive me!!

Sometimes, Aomine thinks that if he isn’t a law and order professional, he thinks he might actually commit murder and hide your body away in some undisclosed, obscure location. Most of the time, you feel the same way about him. 

The two work in different divisions—Aomine in homicide and you in robbery. The two divisions have always been highly competitive especially given how much overlap you both encounter. Things can get territorial, but their teams are used to your snide remarks and Aomine’s verbal assault. It’s just the way the world works. 

After all, the two of you were in the same graduating class. You, a valedictorian by books. Aomine, top of the class by combat. It’s natural that the two of you are so competitive with your conflicting personalities.

The two of you may have also fucked at some point. 

–

“I’m not fucking working with her, are you kidding me?” Aomine spits out at his boss. Any other person would’ve been kicked out of the room or probably fired, but Aomine is the best detective in his division so Akashi would never do such a thing. For now. Aomine’s been wearing his patience thin. 

The red-haired man sighs, folding his hands together atop his desk. “Aomine, I understand you both have had your immaturity in the past. This, however, isn’t the time for such trivial matters. There’s a double homicide downtown during a robbery. She’s the lead for the case on the robbery end because they’ve been tracking a series of these.” Aomine opens his mouth to argue again. “No more buts. She’s already down there getting witness statements. Unless you want to be behind again, I suggest you get in your car and start driving.” 

He grits his teeth. Breathe. Don’t strangle your boss, he’ll probably kill you first. “I’ll take Wakamatsu.”

By the time he arrives on the scene, a crowd has gathered behind the police line, snapping pictures in the hopes of getting something Twitter worthy. He growls past all of them and ducks underneath the tape. “Where’s the officer that called it in?”

“Inside talking to the detective.”

“I’m the detective,” he snaps right back, knowing full well you’re already three steps ahead of him. And you definitely won’t let him forget that.

He marches past the thick front doors, Wakamatsu in tow. From a distance, he spots you talking to another officer. When he finally approaches you, he realizes that you’re in a skin tight dress covered by an oversized police jacket.

Your name slips past his lips. “Did we interrupt a hot date?” He smirks.

You whirl around, knowing full well the irritating voice that grates on your nerves. Aomine Daiki. “Unlike you, I have actual friends and actual plans on a Friday night. Did you decide to give your wrist a break for the night?” 

Aomine bites back, “Well, it’s not getting much rest either when I had my fingers knuckle deep in something tight and wet tonight.” Complete lie but he’s not about to lose this battle. “Not sure you know how that feels though.”

“If you’re talking about the pudding in your fridge, you might want to ease up on that. Doesn’t look like it’s doing you any favors,” you smile right back at him, knowing full well you’ve won this argument.

Aomine growls low under his breath, jabbing Wakamatsu hard with his elbow when he hears the snort escape him. “Brief me on the situation,” he tells the police officer.

“Well, uh, I already told this detective here—”

“I’m the other detective in charge for homicide. Now, you better fucking brief me before I tell your captain.”

The guy glances at you warily and you just laugh. “Told you he hasn’t gotten any in a long time. Come on, sugar, I’ll brief you on the way down to the vault.” You curl your finger in a gesture to get him to follow you and he sucks up his pride for the first time and do as he’s told. If he solves this case, he still gets the credit and you can go back to that sewer where you came from.

There are two bodies at the vault and forensics are already working to collect evidence when they arrive. “Your area of expertise, double homicide. Both are surprisingly the robbers. Four of them broke in, only two were seen exiting with money bags. No other casualties.”

“Fucking weird,” Aomine mutters. It’s not new for robberies to go wrong, but for two of them to die with no civilian casualty? That’s fucking weird.  

“Interesting, isn’t it?” You grin, seeming way too pleased considering there are two dead people in front them. “The ammo is the same as the previous bank robberies in the area. We’re going to assume they’re linked to the Red Dragon clan.”

“Fuck,” he groans, “I fucking hate those guys. Bitches to deal with. Hard to infiltrate.”

You flick your hair over your shoulder, grinning at him. He can’t help but draw his gaze to your neck, a very attractive neck. Now that he notices how tight that dress is, he can’t help but admit that it has been a while since he’s gotten any action. The curves of your breast defined so clearly by the fabric that stretches across the mounds, the flow of your hips, every dip and rise. Your exposed legs further emphasized by your heels. God fucking damn. He feels his pants tighten as he licks his teeth. Get it together, Aomine. 

Of course, the clothes do nothing to remove the memory of your nude body from his mind. He’s seen all parts of you some time ago. A drunken mistake that ended in a brief, but extremely satisfying night of passion. Your tight pussy wrapped around his cock, your nails digging into his biceps. He can still picture the sheen layer of sweat on your skin as he rams into you, your broken moans falling from your lips. 

“Well, lucky for you,” you start again, pulling him out of the hazy cloud of lust. “I already have someone on the inside. They’ve set up a meeting for me tomorrow night meet with the head’s son. I’ll try to get some information done.” 

“Lucky for you, I’m free tomorrow to be your backup. You’re welcome,” Aomine smiles, “Don’t fuck this up. I don’t feel like cleaning up after your ass.”

“I should say that about you, asshole.”

–

Aomine is sat in a dingy van just across the street from the bar you’re having your meeting. You’ve hidden your mic in the perfect spot, a location which you do not disclose to Aomine. However, he has a feeling it’s somewhere promiscuous that he wants to be aware of. They can see the restaurant clearly, their brat hacker Sakurai having plugged into the restaurant’s security cameras. 

“Shut the fuck up, Aomine. I can hear you munching on your stupid sour cream and onion chips.” You mutter into your mic before the guy arrives. You sip your wine and take a deep breath. This isn’t the first time you’ve gone undercover but it is the first time to have Aomine behind you while you do so. 

The detective looks down at the can in his hands. Sour cream and onion. How did you know? He sets it aside, bringing the mic up to his lips. “Maybe you should do your job better and focus on your meeting instead of listening to me. Why are you so obsessed with me, hm?” 

However, a man’s voice on the other side of the headphones has him straightening. “Good evening, I didn’t expect to be meeting a lovely lady like you tonight,” the sleaze says and Aomine can just imagine him kissing your hand. “When Tanaka said I’d be meeting with the right hand of White Claw, I didn’t expect it to be a woman.”

“Well, we are moving up in life, Mr. Ito.”

“Your good looks are certainly quite persuasive. I’m sure there are ways you can convince me to strike a deal.”

Fucking. Sleaze.

“Oh,” you laugh lightly, “what a flatterer. You’re not so bad yourself. I can imagine people fall at their feet for you.”

“Well, I am quite knowledgeable in more ways than one. Perhaps I can show you tonight after dinner.”

The two banter back and forth, trading flirty comments that puts Aomine on edge. You’re supposed to be doing your job and he knows that. He knows this is all an act but you’re a damn good actress. 

“Aomine, where are you going?” Wakamatsu’s concerned voice carries through the speaker.

You freeze. This fucker better not screw this whole operation up. “Well,” you say, “this has been a lovely dinner. I’m sure we both can come to an agreement without doing anything reckless.” 

The double meaning, a sentence meant for the man across from you and the man listening to you rings clear. Aomine growls, sitting back down petulantly in his seat. He was about to rage in there and start a war, but holds himself back. Be professional, Aomine. Job first, dick needs later. 

“The same to you. It’s been a pleasure meeting you,” the man smiles. “Are you sure you won’t join me for the night?”

Aomine snarls low into his mic. Wakamatsu shoots him a weird look. You let out a little giggle and he knows it’s meant for him. “No, thank you, Mr. Ito. I’m afraid I have other commitments to tend to.” 

When he knows it’s safe, he storms into the restaurant where you still sit, sipping your drink. Sliding into the seat across from you, he rolls his eyes. “Enjoy yourself?” 

He didn’t see when you were set up with the mic earlier so he also hadn’t seen what you were wearing. He’s almost grateful because he knows he might’ve lost it if he did. Tight ass dress, deep neckline that shows ample cleavage (he’s always a sucker for this), sultry eyes, red lips. God, all his favorite things packaged into one. 

Your lips quirk up. “The breadsticks here are quite nice.”

“Fucking hilarious. Let’s go.”

“Why the hurry?”

“Unless you want Wakamatsu to hear me fuck you, you better dump that mic and get your ass up.”

You lean back, narrowing your eyes at him. “I’m not sure I like your tone.”

“Trust me, you don’t have to like my tone to enjoy what I’m going to do to you.”

Licking your lips, you consider your options as you bring the wine back to your lips. “Fine,” you mutter, unclipping the mic from the strap of your dress. Aomine moves faster though, snatching it from your hands and dumping it into the wine. Before you can protest, he already has a hand wrapped around yours, tugging you up from your seat and into the back room. 

You’re stumbling in his manic rush, heels barely keeping up with your movements. “Aomine!” You chide as he pushes all the way to the employee break room. The space is fortunately empty and Aomine locks it to make sure it stays that way. “Can you please stop?! You’re such a caveman, I—”

He’s quick to shut you up, swallowing your words with his lips as they slot over yours. He doesn’t waste time, shrugging off his leather jacket as he licks your bottom lip for permission. You gasp a complaint, but he takes advantage of the situation to stick his tongue in, pressing it up against yours. 

All your worries fall away into a moan as he separates from you only to gasp for breath and pull his t-shirt over his head. With nimble fingers, he’s unzipping the back of your dress and yanking it down, leaving your top half exposed. Shivering, you’re about to voice your disapproval but your brain seems to stop functioning the second your gaze lands on his tanned body.

Aomine’s always been attractive. No one can deny. There’s a reason why he’s simultaneously the precinct’s most eligible bachelorette and most insufferable jackass. His confidence matches his skills. His looks live up to his brags. Hard lines and shadows are painted on him like a masterpiece in a museum. His broad shoulders make him look even bigger with his height. His jeans that hang just low enough to be tantalizing with the hint of a v that leads to the space between his legs. 

Your mouth dries up at the sight and Aomine smirks knowingly. You’ve fallen into his bed before, he can make it happen again. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

“Fifth grade humor doesn’t become you, Aomine.” You scowl as he backs you up against the table in the middle of the room. He effortlessly grabs you by the ass to lift you up and onto the surface, the metal cool against your exposed thighs. 

“Did you dress up for me, doll? Knowing full well that this was going to happen,” he grins devilishly, bringing his hands up to shamelessly cup your breasts. 

It’s not as if you’re embarrassed for being so bare before him. You’re proud of your body and he damn well knows that. You let him fondle you through your bra for a little bit. “No, you animal. I dress for the job.”

“You tell me you wear this flimsy thing—” he teases the light coverage of your lingerie. The lace is sheer and barely covers your nipples, the material holding onto your breasts for dear life. “—for the job?”

“I do my job right, asshole,” you spat right back. “So are you just going to stand there or are you going to fuck me?”

A wide grin stretches across his face. The heat in his eyes carry to his hands as he works to unclasp your bra and let it fall to the ground. Aomine doesn’t waste time as you lean back on your palms, granting him full access to fondle and suckle on your tits. His tongue swirls around the sensitive nubs that have grown stiff in the contrast between the cold air and his warm breath. His teeth graze the sensitive skin hard enough to have you groaning in pleasure. His lips close in around them and suck. He uses his hand to tease and tug your other breast, pinching it to elicit that delicious whimper out of you. Aomine alternates between the two, making sure you stay warm. 

Meanwhile, you let your hand fall to the bulge between his legs. He lets out a small grunt at the initial touch but seems to respond favorably to the way you stroke the tent, nudging his hips forward for more friction. “Is that a gun in your pants or are you just excited to see me?”

“You’re so fucking ridiculous,” Aomine mutters, both humored and unamused by your comment. 

“Fuck,” you let slip as your fingers struggle to unbutton his jeans. “Your fucking pants. Don’t you live in sweats? You choose today of all days to wear your stupid tight jeans?”

Aomine chuckles, “Patience, baby. You know you like my ass in these.”

You do, but you’re not about to admit that. He quickly works off his pants, letting them drop to his ankles as he moves towards you again. While he continues to stimulate your tits, your hand begins groping his cock which is rock hard and peeking from the top of his boxers.

“God, I miss having this inside me,” you whine, pulling the flimsy fabric off and letting it pool on top of his jeans. “Condom?”

“You don’t want me raw? You know you want to feel all of my cock,” he grins. You throw him a glare and he just chuckles as he reaches for his wallet on the floor, pulling out a packet and tossing it onto the table. “But first,” he pauses, letting his hands slide down to cup your pussy, which is admittedly already drenched at that point. 

He hisses when he feels your juices drip and coat his fingers. “You’re so fucking wet, goddamn. How long have you been waiting for this?”

“When that robbery happened, I was about to get laid for the first time in months. So fucking sue me,” you snarl at him. 

“Well, I am here to please,” he wets his lips. He slips one finger in, sliding in all too easily. So he adds another finger and feels your walls pulse around him. He begins pulling it out before shoving it back in, repeating the measure to stroke your walls. He curls his fingers inside as he watches your face closely.

Your expression morphs from irritation to blinding pleasure in an instant. Your eyes slide shut, your lips part to exhale shaky breaths. Aomine seems to know exactly how to angle and twist his fingers to induce a heart attack. The sounds falling from your mouth are ephemeral, Aomine wishes he can film this moment so he can replay it over and over again. 

He pumps his fingers into you and ducks his head to take your nipple into his mouth again, tongue circling the tip. “God, you taste so fucking good. I forgot how wet you can get. Don’t even need lube to slide into you, huh? You’re already dripping for me.” 

“Asshole,” you murmur weakly, clearly in no place to retort. 

“Remember the first time I fucked you? God, you were so easy,” he grins, “you were so wet, so turned on already. Remember when I stuck my tongue in your pussy? Licking up your juices. You tasted so sweet.” 

Your breath stutters in your chest, hitching in your throat. “Fuck you, let’s not forget how quickly you came when I sucked you off.”

“I mean, the sight of you on your knees is enough to get anyone off, sweetheart.” 

“Fuck me,” you groan. Any rational thought has fizzled from your brain. The feeling of his fingers inside you is enough to consume you whole, overwhelming you in waves of rapture. 

“What was that?”

“Dickwad.”

He chuckles darkly, licking his lips again. “Beg me.”

“I’m not going to—”

Aomine yanks his fingers out, looking down at you, taunting you. He waits as you internally struggle with your moral convictions. Are you willing to give up your pride for one night just to get fucked out of your mind?

Easy.

Yes.

“Please,” you huff, “please fuck me.” 

“Please fuck me who?”

Your eyes find the ceiling, wondering what in the hell you did in your lifetime to have met the devil that is Aomine. Biting your lip, you lean closer to whisper, “Please fuck me, Da-i-ki.” 

The man is a sucker for you calling him by his first name. And to get what you want, you’re willing to play into his hands. Aomine lets out a low growl before ripping open the condom packet and rolling the thin rubber along his length. Your pussy squeezes at the sight. Just imagining what it’s like to have that thickness inside of you, fucking you full, has you on edge. 

He doesn’t waste a single second, pulling you forward and slowly positioning himself in front of you. He holds onto his cock, letting the tip trace your pussy lips, circling it and letting your juices drip onto his cock. Stroking the wetness along his dick, he uses it as a lubricant before he slides himself inside you.

When he’s buried to the hilt, Aomine leans forward and lets his forehead rest on your shoulder. Your pussy is so fucking tight. It’s squeezing and throbbing around him with the engulfing heat. He feels as if he’s going to explode right then. 

“Fuck, you really haven’t been screwed in a while,” Aomine rasps. 

“Told you.”

Aomine starts off slow, pulling out and pushing back in. With how thin the condom is, he can feel every ridge, every bump in your heat rub up against his cock. The sensations is enough to have his thighs quivering, but he’s not one to back down. He begins to pick up the pace, thrusting deep inside of you repeatedly. HIs mouth latches onto your neck, tongue lapping and teeth nipping to paint purple blooms upon your skin. 

His movements are building a bubbling pressure in the pit of your stomach. You feel your heart tightening with every move, your insides squeezing. The absolute pleasure that crashes over you has you breathless, your hands finding purchase on his arms. 

He mutters filthy words in your ear, one of his hands reaching up to tangle in your hair. He yanks back lightly, just enough to have you moaning. You like it rough, he’s well aware of that. He pounds into you relentlessly, hands keeping you in place as whimpers tumble from your mouth. 

“Fuck, right there, oh god,” you gasp, “fuck me harder. God, your dick feels so good. Filling me up so full with your thick cock.” 

“Keep talking like that and I’ll be tempted to come in you, baby,” Aomine grazes his teeth along your ear, hot breath kissing your skin. “God, I want to just fucking cream inside you.” 

“Better watch yourself, Daiki.”

Aomine grins lasciviously, sweat beginning to bead his forehead as he attempts to keep himself in check. He feels you tighten your pussy, walls closing in around him. “Bitch,” he growls. You know what you’re doing but he’s not about to let you gain dominance of the situation.

So his hands dig deeper into your hips as he fucks you harder and deeper, his cock pulsating inside of you on the brink of his self-control. “I’m about to come,” he says with eyes squeezed shut. If he sees your tits bouncing as he fucks you again, he might actually combust in that second. 

“Me too,” you panted, fingers scraping down his arms. 

With a few more pumps, Aomine spills into the rubber with a grunt. He feels you convulse around him, your entire body trembling in the aftermath of your orgasm. He can feel his come continue to leak from his cock. God, he hasn’t come this hard in a fucking long time. 

His heart is thundering in his chest from the impact of his climax. He slumped forward, leaning against you for support—also partially to feel your tits press up against his chest. “Fuck,” he huffs.

“That was good,” you admit to yourself, still breathing heavily as you begin fixing your hair. “We should do that again sometime.”

Aomine just laughs, huffing against your skin. “You’re the fucking she-devil.”

“Says the guy who’s fucking me in the back room in the middle of an undercover operation.”

“Dick first, job second.”

–

Wakamatsu looks at him when he walks into the precinct that morning. “You do realize the captain is going to kill you for fucking up that expensive mic, right?”

Fuck.

[princess-of-inarizaki]

Anon asked: So, uhh okay so how about a manager hcs that act like Rio Nakamura from Assassination Classroom for Inarizaki, Shiratorizawa, and Aoba Johsai? Like she is known as the cool and gorgeous girl in year 1 class 7 so like she's really smart, witty, and also a great analysist that sometimes she is like the coach. But also so sleazy. She's friendly, energetic, mischievous and a prankster. But also straightforward and serious when she have to like when she's analyzing other teams, making sure that the boys' are healthy and fine, overall she takes her manager responsibilities really seriously.

Oh hey, hahaha. Just an added idea for the Rio Nakamura manager hcs. Please highlight her sleaziness like I think it's funny and interesting how the stoic members of the team like Kita would react ahaha. And how she's not afraid defend them from overbearing fangirls or get physical when theycross the line(I got this idea when I remembered the scene of Rio's pencil nosebleed technique, it's iconic (˵ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°˵))

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Rio is really so iconic!! I adore her relationship with Karma too ugh, they're just a very very good duo. Bestest babies 10/10.

And yasss of course I can write one of those :D

Genius analytical manager headcanons

Characters: Inarizaki, Shiratorizawa

Warnings: slight mentions of 18+ themes

Inarizaki

I'll just skip to the part of you already being their manager

Atsumu adores you. No surprise there, he think it's so extremely hot when you're trash talking him with your sharp words, it just makes him get all the more fueled up.

I think Atsumu would probably have a degradation kink but nvm

It's also funny because the team finds you in places they never expect to! Like Suna's putting away the volleyballs, you're already in the storage closet. Osamu is hiding from Atsumu under the bleachers, and you're already there.

Your permanent expression is a smirk, which of course, unsettles the team because that usually means you have a prank in store for them.

Wasabi in the macaroons? "Electricity going out"? Suna's underwear going missing? Yep, all you.

Kita would've kicked you off the team a long time ago if you hadn't made up for it with your exceptional analytical talent.

Due to your keen eye and above-average observation skills, you always know how to form a good tactic to help your boys win, no matter what.

If there's even the slightest chink in your opponent's defense, you're explaining how to overcome it to the boys, with absolute conviction and brilliance.

Even Aran and Omimi are impressed, because you always seem to be able to see weaknesses in the most unexpected of places.

You definitely act as a coach and point out what needs to be improved with the team, and adjusting training schedules accordingly.

It's like you're a different person when you get serious, and the team know that you're a big contributor to their success.

But despite all of that, you're also a huge sleaze, and although members like Atsumu, Osamu, Suna, and Aran have gotten accustomed to it, Kita has not.

He literally almost fainted, after you pulled your "I'm injured" prank, with a lot of fake blood and some really good acting.

He's also always lecturing you on your grades.

“y/n-san, you're so smart, why are your grades so bad??”

His expression is literally: -_- when you tell him it was because you were too lazy to study.

But despite all that, they respect and love you for who you are, eventhough you're a little bit sleazy at times. They think it just adds to your charm and makes you all the more lovable.

The boys would definitely appreciate you fending off his thirsty™ fangirls, and giving them a piece of your mind when you find them too overbearing.

You do small things like that for the boys extremely often, because you know it's important to have a good relationship with your team, and also because you genuinely love them as much as they love you.

Shiratorizawa

Okay so, you're chosen to become the manager because of your high order thinking skills and exceptional analytical abilities.

The team are impressed by your qualifications, but when they meet you, you are nothing like what they thought you'd be.

You're confident and sleazy, and almost never serious. The team is like "do we have the right person??"

Until they have an upcoming match and you go full on manager-mode, using your skills to the best and helping them unleash their full potential.

You also brief them about their opponents extremely well and accurately, giving a thorough analysis on their weaknesses and strengths, and areas in which the team needs to work on.

Ever since then, you've gained their full respect, even Ushijima and Shirabu.

Ushijima is always lenient with you, because he knows, deep down, you've got a good head on your shoulders, and everyone else is just so surprised xD

Like omg Ushijima is smiling??

He doesn't understand your pranks but will support you nonetheless.

Semi and Shirabu are constantly the victim to your pranks, and eventhough it does tick them off a little bit, they don't make a big deal because they like seeing you happy.

Tendo is just vibing with you all the time, y'all have the same energy.

And the team has complete faith and trust in you because they know you're serious when you need to be, so it's okay to cut you some slack on certain occasions.

Despite falling victim to your pranks, you're also closest with Semi and Shirabu, and you also do things with them outside of volleyball, forming a deep and precious friendship.

Tho in general, the whole team is just extremely glad you're their manager.

You're called "Shiratorizawa's secret weapon" amongst news reporters and sports magazines, because they understand how big a role you play in their successes.

Other teams are always trying to recruit you, but you always turn them down, being loyal to your Eagle boys.

Dum dum dum go Shiratorizawa!!

I'm so sorry for not including Seijoh! I had actually written one, but I closed the app without saving it and the whole headcanon disappeared, which obviously shattered me beyond belief and I had no motivation to write it again, so I hope that's okay:/

TG: @k-sakusa-old @osamusriceballs

[slvtbible]

G O L D

chapter one

summary: [y/n is a young stripper who is adored by many men. harry styles is a man who loves to carry danger with him]

word count: 4222

pairing: stripper!y/n and gangleader!harry

warnings: violence, vulgar language, sexual acts, alcohol and drug

to be honest, i was a little hesitant to post it here and i don’t know if this story will blow up on tumblr or get many notes but that’s the last thing on my mind right now. i just want to share what i’ve been working on that kept you guys waiting for almost a year lol sorry about that. But yes, she’s finally here!! I posted first on wattpad before i put it here, I felt like the only way to reach out more people to read it it’s through that. And also, i decided to use a name on wattpad but I’d use the term ‘y/n’ on tumblr. Enjoy it all my loves! Give me feedbacks!💜

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Harry fixes the collar of his sheer black shirt before tucking it neatly inside the black trousers he's currently wearing. He normally goes something more extravagant for going out. His closet is filled with colourful ruffles and Hawaiian shirts along with 'more than one colour' suits. However tonight, he needs to lay low for a bit. Especially when he's about to step into one of the most famous strip clubs in New York in an hour to meet up with the manager.

He's very much aware of the reputation he has put on himself out there. Though there's no use of camouflage and hiding, he still doesn't want a cause a scene,

Yet.

His hand lifts a bottle of Tom Ford from the dresser before spraying it twice on his neck. Stepping away from the full length mirror, he grabs his cross necklace from the bed before putting the accessory around his neck as he walks out of the room.

"Talk to me Reece" his heavy accent echoes the hallway as he walks downstairs, watching his few men pocketing their weapons,

Reece, the brown skinned man with tattoos nods. "He's there. Just got a word from Bianco. He appears isn't expecting you, Boss. However I do believe he knows you're coming soon. The club is far too crowded than usual but Bianco is taking care of that right now." He informs, showing him the message on the phone,

Harry can only scoff, nodding at him as a thank you. "That son of a bitch should've. Owes me more than fucking money." He mutters, inserting the .45 ACP inside his gun holster. "The car's ready?"

Nodding, Reece leads Harry down towards the basement. "As requested. Lamborghini Murcielago in blue hera. Pack with 640 PS and 471 kW, rules around 213 mph if you consider on hit and run. Still, I pack a standard Aeropack wing if you wanna go slow tonight. The windows? Bulletproof. In case anyone tries to kill you." Harry knows he's only joking about the last part. No one dares try to kill him before he does it. It's a pattern that everyone knows by now.

Harry lets out a low whistle, softly shaking his head as the machine beauty appears. Tracing lightly with his ring cladded fingers along the hood of the car. "Not planning to hit and run tonight, Reece. Not even thinking about racing down the street with my weapon outside the window. You don't have anything more. . . Less attractive?" He questions, still staring at the gorgeous car ahead of him,

"You know I don't do less, boss." Reece winks playfully, laughing to himself as he watches Harry roll his eyes. "Besides. Who knows you'll get yourself a bird tonight, eh? Take her out on a stroll before bringing her home to your place. Women love fast cars." He comments, pressing the button on the keys as the door opens,

Humming as a response, Harry walks towards the driver's seat, "I don't date anymore, thought my right hand man knew tha' " He speaks, words laced with seriousness while grabbing the keys from Reece's fingers,

He can only sigh and nod his head. "Understood. Yet, Kendra is like what? Two years ago? Gotta get yourself something better, boss. You deserve it. So do it tonight." He suggests, watching him going inside the car before shutting the door,

Harry smiles a bit, inserting the keys inside the ignition before starting the car. "Noted."

The dark haired man steps away from the car. Giving Harry a salute. "I'll be right behind you. See you there."

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Y/N Y/L/N stands in front of the mirror as she applies another layer of red lipstick on her plump lips. Securing the tube back as she puckers her mouth to see if it fits the colour for tonight. She twirls, watching carefully how the gold lingerie clads perfectly around her breasts and down to her curvy hips and thick thighs.

She stops once her plump ass is facing the mirror, admiring how beautiful and big her bum is in the lingerie. It's a compliment really. She loves working out to give her bum a bit bigger. It's not that she hopes she'll gain attention from people, she just loves her body. She worships every piece of it despite what other people think of it. Insecurity was her biggest enemy but not anymore. After reading lots of books and poems about self love she learns that there's nothing she should be ashamed of.

Grabbing a bottle of lotion from her table, she squeezes the bottle into her hand before rubbing her bum with the cold cream, rubbing it neatly to make sure she doesn't miss a spot.

Another thing, she loves moisturizing her plump flesh before the show. It's sexy

"Joe is asking for you." She hears a voice coming from behind, craning her neck to see her closest co-worker Violet, already in her usual purple wig and attire as she stands beside Angelina. "I love working as a stripper but he really needs to learn to be patient and. . . shut up, i guess?"

Y/N releases a small laugh, moving her long dark wavy hair to rest on her chest. "I know, I know. Jesus, I've told him fifteen minutes prior that I'll take longer than usual." She slips on her gold heels and turns to face Violet, who's biting her lip as she stares at Angelina's body up and down. "Okay, how do i look?"

Violet raises her eyebrow, as if it's something her friend shouldn't be asking. "You kidding? You look like a sex goddess. Gonna get all the men on their knees for you, girl"

Scoffing, she shoots her a wink and a flirtatious smile. "Old men with beer bellies? No thanks. I'd rather make out with Gordon." She replies, seemingly disgusted about the thought of grinding on an old man's lap tonight.

"Is that a bet I hear?" Violet questions, leaning towards her a bit as she waits for her friend’s response. "Please tell me that it is so I can earn extra cash tonight."

Gordon is a perverted bartender that always keeps his eye on Y/N throughout her routine. He's 40 and is always asking Angelina on a 'date' and by date, he means her ass on his lap. Clearly something Y/N isn't too fond of. Him specifically. Violet and Y/N have always made a joke about him, something they could make a playful banter in every chance they get.

Plus, she heard he's married. Isn't he supposed to find another job rather than here? If his wife found out what kind of a sleaze bag she married, she would be crushed,

Rolling her eyes, Y/N shoves her playfully by the arm. "Ha ha, very funny" she answers, resuming to untangle her hair from knots.

Violet laughs, pinching her on the hip as she lets outa small squeal. "Just messing with you, baby. Good luck out there. Put the rest of us to shame tonight. . . Like any other night"

Y/N flips her off, yet knowing it's the truth. She's not trying to sound like a condescending bitch here but none of the girls here are actually capable to do what Y/N does. That's what makes men attracted to her. She knows what she's doing. She knows how to make a man hard.

"By the way, you heard what Joe's talking about earlier?" Violet asks, toeing off her heels as she exhales a relief sigh. "Damn those heels are killing me" She mumbles,

"No... What's about?" She turns her head to face Violet for her to explain, causing her to shrug her shoulders,

"Don't know much about it. . . But i hear Harry Styles is coming here to meet up with him. Something about transaction or shit" She waves it off, whispering it to Y/N, looking around to make sure no one is eavesdropping,

She almost chokes on her saliva after hearing Violet says the name. "Harry Styles?! The. . . mafia boss of New York..?" Her eyes widen at the possibility of the most dangerous man in the city paying a visit to the place she works at,

Nodding, Violet answers, "Yup. That Harry Styles. He's the devil. Let's hope this place doesn't turn into a war zone."

Y/N has heard about this Harry guy. The most feared man of New York. She does know a little bit of the relations between Joe and Mr. Styles. Almost every night she could hear Joe freaking out about this man. She may not know him that close, hell she had never even met him in person but people talk. One thing she learned about hearing his reputation, you don't ever want to mess with this guy.

Violet snaps her fingers to snap Y/N out of her thoughts. "Less worrying, girl. Come on, you got a show to put on yes?"

"Y-yeah. Fuck. . . now i'm scared" She breathes out, looking at her reflection in the mirror one last time. Calming down her mind.

After giving Violet a kiss on a cheek and receiving a tap on her ass, she takes a deep breath as she opens the beaded curtain and walk out to the club. Jhene Aiko is playing through the speakers, thanks to her who chose the music for tonight. She can already feel all eyes on her as she struts down confidently, putting on a smirk and winking at couple of men here and there. As much as it disgusts her, she grazes her hand along a man's arm who's biting his lip and looking at her up and down.

'What the fuck did i do to deserve this?' she thinks to herself, staring at the man in front of her who's probably the same age as her father. The thought of it makes her gag,

She gives the man a wink before getting up on the stage, hearing a few hollers from behind. reaching out to wrap her hand around the silver pole and her leg hooking up to support her body. Slowly twirling with her head thrown back and closes her eyes with money being toss at her direction before letting go and crutching down on her knees, moving close towards the same man earlier. He slips in a couple of hundred dollar bills inside her panties, causing the others to do the same.

This may be not how she pictures her success but damn, by the end of the week, her bank account can go from three to six digits.

She's definitely gonna hold on to that,

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It takes Harry close to thirty minutes to get here. He blames it all on the traffic, cursing to himself every time he stops at red lights. He parks his car close to the entry before he exits from the vehicle. He looks over his shoulder to find a familiar black car driving towards her, noting to himself it's Reece's. Seeing him wave his hand to make sure he's coming in later.

He clears his throat, clenching his jaw as he walks into the club. Reece wasn't lying, the club is too packed for tonight. As if God knew what is about to get down tonight and isn't going to let him get away with witnesses. He really needs to play safe for a while tonight.

As he strides through the room to find a table he has reserved for, a few half naked girls walk right pass him, stroking his exposed chest and grabbing his shoulders. Most of them are gorgeous and he's tempted to touch their soft skin yet he has to hold it. Not that he isn't interested because he's definitely taking someone back to his place tonight--fucking Reece had to be right-- but he needs to get his head in the game for at least an hour before planning to do so.

Gently, he pulls back a chair for him to sit. He specifically asks for the furthest table so no one can figure out what he's about to do tonight. A glass of whiskey has been set on his table before he got here, waiting for Joe's arrival. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Reece and Bianco walking over to his table. One of them gives him a nod to acknowledge his presence.

Harry lifts the glass up to his lips and take a sip of it. Honestly, he hates doing all of this dirty work. Sure, he's the boss. But he despises complicated things. He should've known not to trust Joe about anything, yet when he begged on his knees with a gun knocked against his head as he spat out a bunch of threats to the weakened man, he thought why not? If Joe didn't get to fulfill his demands, he gets to kill him either way. It's always a pleasure for him to do so.

"Mr. Styles! Ay, i'm so happy to see you. You look a lot cleaner than i saw you the last time, eh?" Joe's voice causes Harry's green eyes averts from the scene on the crowd. His eyebrows are knitted, jaw tightened as he taps his fingers against the table, causing the rings he's wearing to knock.

He owes him money worth $50,000. And this man had the nerve to walk in and act like nothing happened.

He is definitely going to kill him.

"Stop with all that shit and sit the fuck down. You owe me something Joe." Harry warns, pointing at him as Harry's men forces the dark haired male to sit down making him gulp. "You owe me 50 grand for that package you piece of shit."

Joe couldn't feel more terrified as he catches a glimpse of Harry's gun on the table, facing towards him. "I know Harry, I know. I didn't forget, okay? It's just the money is tight right now. The girls aren't getting the amount of money they used to be getting." Joe tries to reason but Harry isn't having any of it,

"Stop being a fucking pussy and blame your girls for the money you've lost. I'm running out of patience here, Joe. If you don't give me the money by the end of the week, you're a dead man. I still have one body bag left in my car and I wouldn't mind writing your name on it." Harry grits his teeth, looking at him with a dark look in his eyes. Hand gripping tightly around the glass

"No man, I need more than that. Please, I'll do whatever you ask me to. You will have your money man I promised." Joe begs, looking at Harry with hopeful eyes.

Harry finds it quite disgusting to see someone like him beg for mercy-- for the second time--or anything at all to be honest. He find that gesture is weak and vulnerable which makes him very easy to manipulate over. "I don't give out second chances."

Joe hears a gun clicks behind, he doesn't need to know what's going on. He knows one of the two men behind him is ready to blow his brains out. "Harry man. . . One more. . . Give me one more"

Harry isn't a patient man. He doesn't want people beg. He doesn't want him to beg. But he finds it interesting to see how it goes, playing along this little game of his.

"Fine. you give me your best girl and i'll give you two months." Harry offers, cocking his eyebrow as he leans back to relax himself. "No more than that."

Joe's eyes widen at Harry's demand. It's impossible to collect a 50 grand in two months, especially when he's short on it. He needs more than that. Still, he thinks two months is better than nothing. "Okay. . . Agreed. Just tell me which girl you want or-or i could bring one or two here, man. Take your pick."

Harry can only hum in response, scanning his eyes over the scene. Dozens of girls dancing on stage, few of them even has their bras taken off. It seems to him, none of these girls on the room is his type.

Until his green eyes fall on a certain slightly curvy woman with her leg wrapped around the pole.

Her long dark hair brushing lightly against the floor as she bend her back a bit. He observes the way her body move so dirty yet gracefully around the pole,  the way she bites onto her pink glossed lips and how her brown eyes manage to flirt with the crowd and had them lure into her eyes including himself. He swears this girl just steps out of his daydreams. She looks perfect.

He admires how she circle her hips painfully slow, jealous how he isn't close enough to watch her plump flesh near his strong figure.

"Her. I want her" Harry points at the girl he can't take his eyes off. His voice sounds too possessive but he doesn't care if he does. He's too enhanced with the way she moves on that stage and he loves how she swats those dirty hands who seems desperate to cope a feel with a dirty look on her face.

'Seems like a fighter' he thinks to himself

"Y/N? You want her?" Joe asks after he realises who Harry's pointing at.

"Y/N? That's a gorgeous name. She's not taken is she? Not that i care anyway. She's a dime from what i can see here." He says, not tearing his eyes off of her while he sips on his drink. "You're gonna give me her to me aren't you?" Harry asks, his eyes are threatening enough for Joe so he nods his head as a response.

"Yes. Of course. If that's what you want."

"Fuck yes i do. Bring me to one of your rooms. I want a private from her" He demands before gulping down his drink, standing up to head over to the back. Not before glancing at the gorgeous woman one last time who stuffs a few dollar bills in her panties.

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After what it feels like forever dancing on stage and have men whistling at her to go over and give them more, she finally sit herself down on a chair in her dressing room and take a deep breath. Moaning in relief as she pulls her heels off while setting her timer on because she only has thirty minutes to rest before going back out there again. She leans back against the chair, sighing in a pure bliss.

She can hear a few girls talking and laughing while preparing themselves for their performance tonight, wishing she could just join in because Violet informs her earlier there's some juicy gossip she needs to talk about but she cant take it. She's too tired.

She has only closes her eyes for 10 minutes until a familiar voice speaks out,

"Where's Y/N?"

She groans internally. Can never mistake that voice soon as she hears it. Her manager, who sounds like he's panting, voice firm as if is an emergency to call her out like that. Y/N still has her eyes shut as she raises her hand up, not having the energy to respond.

"Okay, good. Y/N. You don't need to go back out there again. There's a special guest I need you to entertain. He's already waiting in the red room."

She nods and hum, only to realize what he means as her eyes bugs out.

Wait, what?

She's quick to turn around, brows furrows and mouth hangs open, not believing what she has just heard. "Pardon?"

"There's a man. A guy who I work with, waiting in one of the rooms. He specifically asked for you. I need you to at least give him an hour." Joe notifies, running his hand over his face as if he's stressed about something,

"You want me to give a lap dance to your co-worker?" She raises her eyebrow, not believing what he just asked her

Joe sighs angrily, "it's technically not--Y/N... please. No more questions, just go over there."

"Who's the guy?" she ignores his orders as she stands, crossing her arms across her chest. "Jesus, fuck. I really need my hair to breath" she mutters, brushing down her long dark brown hair,

"Harry Styles."

Y/N freezes in an instant. Looking up to stare at Joe in the eye to see if he's joking, he can only nod his head to confirm her questioning look. " you're shitting me."

"I'm not," Joe replies, walking over to her, not wanting the other girls to hear. "Y/N, I owe him money. I haven't got them yet and--"

She scoffs, rolling her eyes and continue messing with her hair a bit more. "Not my problem."

He reaches out to grab her elbow, pulling her harshly causing her to stumble a bit. "Y/N, please... He wanted to kill me out there earlier. The guy brought a gun for God's sake. He gave me a month but until then... he wants you."

"You know i'm not a hooker" Y/N defeatedly sighs. She wants to help him, she does but it sounds like he's selling her off for a month to this notorious and dangerous guy who is named to be the deadliest man alive by the people of New York.

She loves money but no fucking way she's willing to die for it.

"I didn't say you were" He roughly says, hand gripping tightly on her arm. "Just... do it" He let her go, tired of the waiting because he doesn't want to make Harry pissed off now,

The girl sighs angrily, squeezing her eyes shut as she hesitates for a while. What the fuck did she get herself into?

"Fine. just give me a moment."

Giving her a smile, Joe thanks her by giving her a kiss on the cheek, telling her the door number Harry is in before walking out of the room. Soon after he walks out, she feels sick in her stomach. How could she ever go face to face with a man with blood in his hands? She's about to give this man a lap dance. Who knew he might've ask for more?

So now, as she finishes re-applying a layer of red lipstick, she heads out. Walking to the back of the room in a slow pace. Heart beating loud and fast as she's about to come face to face with this man. Still, she needs to play it cool. God really fucking hates her,

If he really does exists.

She takes a deep breath before opening the brown door carefully, pushing it open. Her knees almost buckle at the sight of Harry Styles, lounging on the leather couch. A cigarette squeeze between his fingers. legs spread open as if it's an invitation already made for her. His head turns towards the door, a smirk graces upon his face.

She's not going to lie. He is indeed dashingly handsome. With his arms resting on the back of the couch making his biceps look a bit bigger. He's got killer looks too. she studies. Sexy smile, and stubble which creates a sexier look on his face. She catches a glimpse of a silver cross necklace resting against his broad chest. His eyes are sharp. Looking at her up and down with his bottom lip bitten between his teeth.

"My, my" he lowly whistles, watching her every move as she enters the room. Locking the door behind her. "I wasn't wrong. You are a fucking dime."

Y/N giggles-- though feeling scared shitless-- and run her hands over her hair as she struts her way towards his figure. Purposely swaying her ass side to side a bit to tease him. "Mr.Harry Styles. . . I heard a lot about you. Word on the street is that you're a man that likes to carry a danger" she smirks seductively as she stands in between his open legs, dragging her finger slowly down her chest.

Her angelic voice is like music to his ears,

"Yeah?" he smirks, eyes falling to the curve of her breasts. "Hope that doesn't scare you, doll. All i want is a dance from you, that's all. I also heard that you are their favourite girl. After seeing you danced on that stage, I now know why."

Again, she giggles. A small blush creeping on her cheeks, hopefully he doesn't see it. "You're a flirt aren't you, Harry? You do this to every girl?"

He places his hands slowly on her plump ass, he doesn't know if he's allowed to touch but he doesn't give a shit. She seems isn't bothered by it. He wants this girl and he wants her now.

"Only to those who i find interesting, baby. Now, are you going to show me what you got?" He asks, looking up to meet her brown eyes as he squeezes her flesh.

With a devilish smirk, she slowly sets herself down on his lap which causes him to let out a soft groan. She runs her hands down to his tattooed chest and toys with his cross necklace for a bit before whispering in his ear, "sit tight and relax, Mr. Styles. I'll be your good girl for tonight"

next chapter

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i really don’t want to write a super long chapter, because i’m afraid it’ll bore you guys so maybe--i hope-- this is enough. anyway, i hope you guys enjoy this first chapter, let me know if you guys hate it or love it! I’ll appreciate it. love you guys!

[local-hovering-corpse]

✦ The main 6 as 'Folklore' songs + my (not so) little commentaries ✦

✦ Asra ✦

This song reminds me of the relationship between Asra and MC. It's just like they belong with each other, no matter if is a romantic or friendship situation. YES, there is an invisible string tying Asra to MC, and Asra is not even my main!! "And isn't it just so pretty to think, all along there was some invisible string tying you to me?"

✦ Julian ✦

I will fight whoever says this track is bad btw this song is about doctors during the pandemic, so OFC my mind goes to Julian. My poor boi might not have graduated medical school, but he did what he could. "Something med school did not cover; someone's daughter, someone's mother"

✦ Nadia ✦

Duh. A classy romantic song about running away with your lover? YES. Especially considering she has a lake (technically sea but it works too) on the magical realms. PLUS, she is the only one of the main six who would understand everything Taylor said without needing a dictionary "I've come too far to watch some namedropping sleaze tell me what are my words worth"

✦ Muriel ✦

This is the earthiest (is that a word?) song in the album. There is a child-like feeling to this one, and not as in 'childish', but as in innocent and soft-hearted, like Muri :(( "And though I can't recall your face I still got love for you" (I MEAN C'MON!!!)

✦ Portia ✦

There is no "Portia song" in the album, but from all of the tracks, this one reminds me of her the most. I don't think Portia would cheat on MC, but I believe she would make a song to them if she ever fucked up in any way. The youthful energy fits Portia very well and I always thought of her as a country girl for some reason? "Yeah, I showed up at your party. Will you have me? Will you love me? Will you kiss me on the porch in front of all your stupid friends?"

✦ Lucio ✦

Maybe I'm biased cause Lucio is my main, but I couldn't decide between 'Last Great American Dynasty' and 'Peace', so here's both. The first bc PARTIES?? RUINING STUFF?? LUCIO MUCH?? And 'Peace' bc I'm a sucker for soft Luci. He is trying his best to be a better person (one has to assume he still fucks up a lot tho) and feels sorry for everything he puts MC through - during and after his route :(( "I had a marvelous time ruining everything" "The devil's in the details, but you got a friend in me. Would it be enough if I can never give you peace?"

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Royal Betrayal

Pairing: Gardener!Ashton Irwin x Princess!Reader

Words: 1800+

Author’s Note: Hello, it’s me again. I’ve got this pretty cute fic here that I hope you guys will like. I feel like it’s kind of rushed but hey, I still kind of like it lmao. Let me know what you guys think, mmkay? Have a good one xox

"I cannot believe that he's trying to sleaze his way into the royal family," you mutter to yourself as you stroll through the garden. A sigh leaves your lips while rubbing your face, trying to calm yourself down.

To think your ex-boyfriend dares to try and please your parents, which he never liked in the first place, just so he can get in on the wealth is astonishing. You wonder why you went out with him. Crazy ass motherfucker.

As you continue to walk through the garden you end up tripping over some tools. A shriek leaves your lips and you lose your footing before crashing onto the ground.

"Oh my god. I'm so sorry, m'lady," a familiar voice panics and rushes towards you, getting onto one of his knees. "Are you okay?"

You stare up at the blue sky as a small amount of pain flows through your body. Your eyes meet your gardener's and let out a short sigh. "Physically or mentally?" You question and he raises an eyebrow.

"Let's start with physically since my equipment tripped you," the black-haired man chuckles and you sit up, dusting the dirt off of your shirt.

"I'm okay. It's not like I haven't taken a tumble before, Ashton," you tell him with a giggle and the man lets out a breath of relief.

Ashton helps you up and you dust the rest of yourself off before running a hand through your hair. "That's good because if you ended up getting hurt your mother would kill me," Ash mumbles and you wave your hand, letting out a scoff.

"No, she wouldn't. She'd scold you a bit, but that's it. She loves you too much," you say with a grin.

The black-haired man chuckles in response, his hand rubbing the back of his neck. "You seriously okay, though? You seemed… upset?" He asks and the smile falls off of your face, a deep breath coming from your lips.

"Do you remember Jake?" You mumble and Ashton internally groans at the mention of your ex-boyfriend but nods his head.

"Unfortunately, yeah," Ashton mentions as the flashbacks of the two of you making out in the garden play through his head.

He was always jealous of Jake for having your complete attention and at one point you didn't even talk to him because of the guy.

You notice Ashton's jaw clenching and you furrow your eyebrows a bit before shaking your head. "Well, he's trying to sweeten up to mom and dad so he can be in the royal family," you spit angrily while crossing your arms over your chest. "And I don't know what to do about it. I don't just wanna go up to my parents and be like, "hey, don't listen to this fool," you know?"

"I'm sure they'd listen to you, Y/N," Ash tells you, his fingers running through his hair. "You're their daughter. They should listen to you."

A sigh leaves your lips as you direct your gaze back towards the house, nodding your head. "You're right, Ash. Thank you," you smile and Ashton returns it, bringing his hand to your shoulder.

"You got this."

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Ashton walks into the house to tell the Queen that his duties were done for today when he stops in his tracks at the sound of screaming. "Mom! I'm telling you that he's only doing it for the money!" You scream as you pace in front of your parents, baffled that they're not listening to you. "He never cared about you guys! How can you not believe me?"

Your mother sets down her teacup before sitting back against the couch. "You know he mentioned that you would try to do this," she states and you stare down at her, feeling the tears come to your eyes.

"You know nothing about him. You know what he shows you. I know him. I know how he really is! The fact that you're "siding" with him over your daughter hurts," you whisper as your voice cracks.

Ashton's heart breaks at the sound of your voice, his hand knocking on the door. "I'm… sorry to interrupt," he mentions as the three of you glance over at him. "I just wanted to tell you I finished my duties. I'll be in the guest house if you need me."

You tear your gaze away almost immediately, wiping the tears that fell from your eyes. "Thank you, Ashton. We'll see you tomorrow morning," your mother grins and Ashton nods his head, glancing at you once more before walking away. "Now, your father and I are trying to make plans for dinner with Jake. We'll talk later, sweetheart."

A scoff leaves your lips and you shake your head. "I won't be attending," you spit and walk out of the living room, rushing out of the giant house.

You find yourself heading towards Ash's place that's on the property, just needing to get away for a bit. You run your fingers through your hair as memories with Jake flash through your mind. More tears stream down your cheeks as you step up to Ashton's front door, knocking softly.

The door opens and you immediately crash your body into Ash's. His arms wrap around your shoulders as you cry into his chest, gripping the tank top he's wearing.

"So, turns out I was wrong," he mumbles into your hair, trying to lighten the mood and a short laugh comes from your lips.

You pull away from him, wiping your face before taking a deep breath. "He has them brainwashed. I… I honestly don't know what to do," you inform him, and Ashton strokes your cheek gently.

"I don't know either, Y/N. I thought for sure they'd listen to their daughter." Ashton thinks back to the conversation he overheard, his eyebrows furrowing together. "What did you mean when you said that you know how he really is?"

You dip your head, low-key wishing he hadn't heard that. You run your fingers through your hair and Ash hooks his finger under your chin, making you look at him. "He… um, he used to abuse me," you whisper and the black-haired man's eyes widen, his grip on your chin tightening a bit.

Ashton notices you wince and he removes his hand from your face, muttering an apology. "Why didn't you tell me?" He asks in a hushed whisper, his eyes softening as they meet your vulnerable ones.

"He would threaten me. It's why I distanced myself from you. I'm sorry," you confess to him and Ashton pulls you back into his chest. You take a deep breath and wrap your arms around his waist. "If I hurt you I didn't mean it."

"It's okay," Ashton whispers and presses a light kiss to your head. Your hands move up Ashton's back, nuzzling your face into his chest.

A sigh leaves your lips and you pull away from him, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "It's not. To know that I hurt you hurts me," you tell him and graze your fingertips along his arms.

Ashton gives you a small smile and brings his hand to your face, gently stroking your cheek. "You're here now. That's all that matters, sweetheart." Your heart flutters in your chest and you lean into his touch.

The space between the two of you starts to diminish when someone loudly knocks on Ash's door. You jump and glance over your shoulder to see a figure standing just outside his place.

"Who's that?" Ash mumbles quietly and you shrug your shoulders as the black-haired man heads towards his front door. You follow him, your hand resting against his lower back as he opens the door.

The smug smirk of your ex-boyfriend stares you in the face and your stomach drops. "Y/N, my love! There you are!"

Your hand grips the tank top Ashton's wearing, swallowing the lump that's forming in your throat. "What are you doing here?" You ask and Jake holds his hand out to you.

"Your mother didn't tell you? I'm here for our dinner," he tells you.

"It's nowhere near close to dinner time," you mumble and Jake's eyes move from you to Ash.

"I thought I told you to stay away from her," he snarls at the gardener and Ashton lets out a scoff.

He crosses his arms over his chest, staring down at your ex. "The two of you aren't together anymore, so I believe that's not in effect anymore," Ashton states coldly and you rest your cheek against his shoulder blade.

Jake laughs maniacally and shakes his head, his dark eyes moving to yours. "Well, the Queen has offered her hand to me so whatever this is," he gestures to the two of you and a sharp gasp leaves your lips.

"No," you whisper and look up at Ash. "No… no, she wouldn't do that without asking me first-"

"Oh, but she did sweetheart. Now let's go," he growls and reaches out to grab your arm when Ashton steps in front of you.

"She's not going anywhere with you. So, you can inform the Queen that she'll see her later," Ashton stands up for you and Jake scoffs.

He walks away from the two of you, mumbling to himself and Ash closes his door before letting out a sigh. "This can't be happening," you mutter and run your fingers through your hair. "I can't fucking believe this is happening."

"Hey…" Ashton coos and rests his hands on your shoulders. You look up at him with tears in your eyes and the black-haired man pushes some of your hair from your face. "It's okay. We'll figure it out. I promise."

You nod your head and Ash brings your body into him. "Thank you," you mumble into his chest as the two of you find yourselves in each other's embrace again.

"What if…" he trails off and you pick your head up, seeing his hazel eyes looking at everything but you. "What if we get married before your engagement."

Your eyes widen at his idea, Ashton's eyes finally meeting yours and you can see the admiration in them. "You want to marry me?" You ask in a whisper and Ash smiles at you.

"I do, yeah. You're such an amazing woman. You're kind, funny, quirky at some times but I've loved you for years," he confesses and your cheeks blush.

"Ash…" you mumble as your heart beats quickly in your chest. "I'd love to marry you."

The Gardener places his hands on your face before pressing his lips to yours. Your fingers run through his hair as you kiss him back, your free arm wrapping around his neck.

A giggle leaves your lips when Ashton pulls away, his forehead resting against yours. "Let’s go get married, yeah?" You grin up at him and his thumb glides across your bottom lip.

"Let's go get married, love."

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