#as he’s pulling out to leave another woman walks by and his gaze lingers on her just a little longer

[skinreflectsthesun]

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[grugruel]

Can you do that for me?

Pairings: ruined!Jayce x f!reader

NSFW/MDNI

Masterlist

Summary: Formerly partners, you've started a new business in Zaun after Jayce's disappearance. One day, after hearing whispers of Victor's apparent evolution, Jayce shows up unannounced.

Wordcount: 4.2 k

Warnings: Some canon stuff (beware spoilers), pinv sex, angst, fluff, fingering, slight handjob, choking, biting, creampie, doggy, missionary, cowgirl (a lot of positions), sub/dom/switch!Jayce, power struggle, fight for dominance, praise (f and m recieving), spanking, overstimulation, "I love you", difficult feelings, hot depraved Jayce.

AN: Not proofread, I intend to make a few changes to it later but wanted to get it out. Might be spelling mistakes. I tried to fit a bit of everything into this. ENJOY GIRLIES🎀

Having pulled the curtains aside, a vigilant man inspects the dark streets below. "He's almost here, ma'am," the man says, eyes following the subject. There's a slight stiffnes to his stance, as if he's readying himself for a fight. "What do you want us to do?"

"Let him in," she smiles at him faintly, attempting to reassure the large man before returning to her paperwork. "Dont give him trouble, there's nothing to fear."

The guard nods slowly and crosses the room to leave, he knows she's right. Yet, he stays in the doorway, shoulders slumped and arms crossed.

Warm light creeps in through the entryway, contrasting the faint light that Zauns streetlights provide for her otherwise gloomy office.

Noticing how the strong wash of light remains, she looks up at her guard to find another question lingering on his lips. "I've know you long enough to tell when something ails you." She leans back in her chair.

He catches her gaze reluctantly, facing away before he speaks. The man clears his throat, he knows he's crossing a line. "He's trouble, if you ask me. The boys and I-"

The woman pulls her glasses of and sighs, done with her work for the evening. "Im a big girl, I can handle myself."

The guard leans against the doorway and shrugs in reluctant recognition. "We're worried for you, ma'am-" but catching himself on his words, his hands gesture to remedy his meaning. "Respectfully, of course," he ads quickly, aversed to insult his employer.

The woman stands slowly, walking around her crammed desk to casually prop herself next to him. "I know," she reassures, placing a soft hand on his chest. "But I'll be fine, send him in."

The large man huffs. "We'll be outside then," he begins, but as the next words begin to form on his tongue, he decides against it, solely out of trust for his employer. If he could, he would've added 'when you need us'.

She doesnt doubt it, nor does she take offence. They're a tight knit family down here, she cares for them as much as they do her. But this would be an interaction no family member should hear. "That won't be necessary, keep to the foyer . . . Now go," she hurries him, careful to keep an understanding smile on her lips lest he changes his mind.

With a heavy breath and one last glance, the guard reluctantly closes the door and heavy footsteps recede.

She sighs, moving to brace her hands against the desktop and preparing herself for whats to come, for what she suspects.

She lights the lantern on her desk and waits. Only a moment later the same warm light creeps into the room. She twitches, unprepared for his arrival inspite of her efforts as the squeaking door slices through the eerily silent space.

In her peripheral, a fallen man stands. He's tired and dirty. Cut up and run down. There's a moment of contemplation between her and the newcomer, she does not move and neither does he. It's been a long time.

Squeak, thump, click . . . Pause. He's locked the door. A heavy thud between metal and wood sounds next, there's a faint sound of coarse skin sliding along fine metal before the familiar vibrations of hextech dies out.

All that exists between them now is heavy breathing in two parts, laboring against their own minds and bodies.

The floorboards begin to creek, irregularly, as if the weight placed upon them has not yet decided it's course of action. She grips the desktop harder, fingernails burrying into fine wood. She can only guess why he has come. "It's Viktor, isn't it?" She breathes, trying hard to keep her voice steady.

She gets no response, the only answer she recieves is the creeking of floorboards as the uncertain weight shifts back and forth. But that is all the answer she needs.

Having seamingly made up his mind, determined footsteps approach her in a sudden haste. Srong arms wrap around her body, pulling her toward a hard chest in a tight, tight embrace. His head collides with her shoulderblade as he burries his face in her scent. Muffled by her body, strained breaths blow welcome warmth onto her skin.

"What's happened?" She whispers, not entirely sure she wants the answer for she can smell him now. Metal and gunpowder. But it's not the type raw metal used for smithing or creating, it's not the metal she's used to. No, this is pungent, corporeal. It's blood. "Jayce, please . . . " She begins, 'talk to me' her lips shape, but no sound comes out. Unable to muster the strength.

"Cant- I cant . . . talk about it. Not now, not yet," he manages, voice rough as if he has fought and damp breath raising goosebumps on her neck. "I just . . . Needed you. I need you."

A strong hand slides higher, knuckles intently brushing the underside of her breast. "Can't think anymore."

And inspite of her better judgement. "Ok," she agrees, whispering, as if her consience wouldnt be able to hear. She's missed him, worried for him. So, her body betrays her.

Laying her hand on top of his, she guides him over the hill of her breast.

His breath hitches while his other hand move downward, tracing her ribs, down her waist, stopping on her thigh and squeezing tenderly. Soft flesh dimpling beneath the force of strong fingers. "I've been lost, " his voice breaks. "Missed you." His hands slide further down to slither under the slit in her dress.

"No feelings right now, Jayce . . . Please, just-"

Two fingers slip inside of her and she gasps. "No feelings," he assures, placing a gentle kiss on her neck.

"Good, good . . . " she moans.

While massaging her breast his thumb finds her clit and tongue her neck, gently nipping and sucking on the crook of her neck. Her body grows to weak to hold itself upright so she puts her weight on her arms. Noticing, he holds her tighter and pushes her weight against the desk. "Already?" He whispers, dragging his teeth along the shell of her ear as his fingers steadily thrusts in and out of her. "You're making it too easy for me."

A breathless chuckle leaves her, crammed between heavy groans. "You work with your hands . . . Mmmh, unfair advantage."

He bites her earlobe, tugging, teasing. "So do you, if I remember correctly." A grin twists her lips as her hand reaches between them and palms his enlarged bulge. He hisses as she begins to stroke it, heat immedietly surfacing as the friction between fabric and skin grows. "Mhhg, that's what I thought," he groans. "Good girl."

He pushes a third finger inside off her, curling them at just the right angle.

"Fuck!" Her free hand curls into a fist, joints having nothing better to do than occupy themselves in anyway they can. He puts more focus on her clit, rubbing dutyful circles into and and finally pushes her over the edge. "Mhh, shit-"

His fingers slow down as she hits her high, gently leading her through it as he supports her weight. "Just breathe, that's right . . . "

Her breathing has become a mixture of moans and wheezes, the pleasure stimulating every nerve in her body. "Did you . . . ?" She asks, suddenly remember her hand on his clothed member.

"No," he whispers and kisses her temple. "Theres time." He tries to turn her around. But fear grips her. "No-" she stops him, gripping the edge of the desk to keep herself in place. Seeing the changes up close would make them real, would make whatever he has come from, real. "I can't look at you . . . not yet." She reaches over her shoulder to cup his jaw, and just like that, their bubble of reminiscence bursts. They arent colleagues anymore and havent been for a long time. Nor is their third party longer there to rationalise with them. A shrap jab strikes her heart. "Give me time, and just," her other hand reaches behind her, grabbing the fabric on his hip to pull him closer, pressing his erection against the curve of her ass. "Like this for now, Jayce. Please . . ."

His head lulls against her back, pushing his forehead firmly into her spine whilst releasing a big, shaky breath. She can feel him bare his teeth, silently working through the consequences of his actions.

He doesn't answer, he only obeys.

It goes silent for a short moment, until the warmth on her hips disappear and the metal clanging of a belt buckle sounds behind her.

Quickly, one hand returns to her thigh to pull her dress over her ass.

"Dont hold back," she says.

There's a pause in his movements. "Are you certain?"

She nods and he wastes no time. Pushing himself against her, his knees spread her legs efficiently, just liked they've practiced many times before. With mo further warning, he sinks into her. One hand crossing over her waist as the other grabs her shoulder, then sets a ruthless pace.

Somehow she knows he needs to get this out of him, the pent of fury and need. But she doesnt complain, he always knew what he was doing.

The sound of slapping fills her office, while the lewd squelching from her previous orgasm further spurs them on. He bends over her, changing his grip. Fingers snaking around her throat as his knee and free hand work together to fish one of her legs onto the desk, hitting her deeper, harder. His thrusts are no longer about speed, but of that one special little spot.

He puts pressure on her throat, almost painstakingly so. But it feels heavenly and she wouldn't have it any other way.

With each rut, his members perfectly fills her. His face is next to hers and he kisses had bites around her neck and ear, making sure she knows how good he makes her fell by grunting and moaning right into her ear. It makes that pulsing in her core worse, and he seems to notice.

"Yeah, you like that?" He groans, kissing her soft skin right behind the ear.

"Mmmhmm," she hums, voice vibrating with the bumping of their bodies. Doing her best to keep silent, afraid that one of her guards suddenly decides to check up on her.

"Let me hear you, use your words," he breathes, flexing the fingers around her throat and biting her shoulder.

"Fuck-" her knuckles and nails take turns in destroying her desk, scratching and denting the expensive wood grain. "I like making you, mmh . . . feel good." She manages, words stuttering between thrusts.

He gently pulls on her ear with his teeth. "Good," he whispers, then releases her throat and places his hand on the back of her neck, pushing her against the desktop.

Slap. His hands comes down on her ass, then gripping the plump flesh hard to lessen some of the stinging. A jolt of electricity shoots through her and her insides clench arouns him.

Jayce whimpers from the sudden, godlike pleasure. "Wanna hear you, honey, don't be shy." His hand comes down again, harder this time.

She squeezes around him, nerves on fire as she feels her second climax building up inside her. She moans as tears run down her face, happy pleasurable tears only Jayce has been able to produce.

"That's it . . ." He slaps her ass a third time, and the wall inside her core crumbles. With a whimper, she comes. "You did so good, lovely, im almost there," he assures her. Tears stream down her face as his thrusts grow irregular, but continues to pleasure her body. "Fuck," she cries, squirming from the drawl iut orgasm. One hand holds her steady at the hip while the other slides up her back, rubbing her tender body until he brushes away stray hair from her profile.

"Hold on a little longer, just breathe, baby," he comforts her, such a stark contrast to the rough thrusts he's been dealing her body. Her fingers are jittery from the overstimulation, they aached to touch him, pull his hair, anything. But she cannot reach, so she presses her palms against the table to keep them occupied.

As he sees her tear streaked face, one last blow lands on her ass and he too, comes. He collapses on top of her, they attempt to regain their strength as their sweaty bodies lie flush against eachother.

After a few moments of breathing heavily together, Jayce wraps an arm around her torso and splays his hand over her rips, pulling her with him as he straightens out.

Taking a deep breath, she closes her eyes and turns around. Hands finding his face, guiding her lips to his.

"Please look at me, my beautiful girl. Look at me," he pleads, murmuring the words against her lips.

She opens her eyes and his breath hitches. Yellow, brown irises meet her won. They're the exact same ones she knew not too long ago. Except . . . Haunted.

His fingers brush along her cheek, jaw and down her throat. She winces at the soft touch and his brows furrow in confusion.

Capturing her chin, he tilts her head back.

"It's fine, I'm fine," she whispers, assuring him as she sees his expression. Pure shock animates them.

"I don't-" his fingers trace the red marks running around her throat and tears begin to form in the corners of his eyes. "Im so sorry." He falls to his knees, hands resting against her chins as he hides his face between them. "I don't know-" he chokes and kisses her legs with remorse. He pecks her delicately, trailing his lips over her knees and up her thighs, hands following behind, tracing the outside of her legs until they reach her waist and encircle her. He hugs her tightly, knees sore against the hard wood. "Im not right," he breathes, head lulling into her lap. She can feel wetness coating her skin, running between her thighs.

She exhales heavily and slides down the desk until the hard wooden floor welcomes her thighs.

They stay like this for a good long while, she's in no rush and neither is he. Over and over again, her fingers comb through his overgrown and unpreened hair while the sensation of his seed drips out of her. Sharp nails gently scratch at the nape of his neck, they trace his bonestructure and play with its halls and valleys. The back of her fingers caress the length of his nose and sharpness of his cheekbone.

All the while Jayce lays wordless, occasionally squeezing her thighs, her hips. Occasionally trailing featherlight touches along her legs, watching with wonder how goosebumps rise and fall.

She chuckles beneath her breath. It's the same expression he used to get when making progress in the lap, just like when they first cracked the hextech runes. "Jayce," she says, attempting to grab his attention.

Crouching beneath her, he looks up from her lap, chin resting on the softness of her flesh. His face glistens and eyes plead. He looks at her with fatigue, wordlessly asking for her forgiveness.

"What happened?" She asks, her voice soft but words demanding. She's not getting dersuled this time, she needs answers.

He shakes his head, reluctantly drawing his lips into a thin line as he breaks away from her gaze.

Her eyebrows twist together. "What have you done?" She asks, anger laces her tone now. But he closes his eyes, the corners of his eyes gleaming again. The fingers burried in his hair curl into a fist and she pulls his head back, forcing him look at her. "What. Have. You. Done?"

His eyes shift between hers, uncertain, unwilling. "He's gone . . . " He begins. "I had to, I had to–the hexcore, it was poisoning him, spreading like a disease." His voice is coarse. "I had to stop him, there was no other choice."

Her eyes grow. Viktor . . . Gone? She could only assume when Jayce suddenly pays her a visit, but never dared believe.

"I never ment to leave you," he says, hand reaching out to grab her waist. "You have to believe me." He rouches the fabric at the waist, white knuckling it out of desperation for an ounce of u derstanding. "Hextech isnt what we thought it was, not anymore. Viktor couldnt see it, he was infecting the undercity, it would've spread to Piltover, the rest of the world if I didn't stop him."

She shakes her head in disbelief. "But he was saving them, freeing them of shimmer."

"No . . . they weren't themselves anymore. I've been away, lost. I've seen–" She waits for him to continue, but he doesn't. "The hexcore mutates them, changes them. I had to stop him. It, the core."

Her eyes drift the Jayce's hammer posted by the door. "Like your hammer?" She studies the now misshapen weapon, once crafted with obsessive precision. Her eyes drift lower along the neck and over its face, blood splatter.

She looks away, closing her eyes to recollect herself. Remembering to strongly the smell of blood Jayce had arrived with.

"Yes," he says. "Like I did." His hand reaches up to loosely cup her face. She notices how the crystal from his old bracelet has fused with his skin. Her fingers run along his arm and slides along the crystal, feeling it, inspecting it. "I didn't chose this," he murmurs. "I didn't chose to leave you . . . I love you." His hand falls back to his side.

She's taken aback. Its not something they've said before, not while still partners, not before all of, this . . . But despite herself, she believes him. They were colleagues for a long time and affection had always kept them together. He wouldn't hurt Viktor without reason.

With hooded eyes and parted lips, he studies her, waiting for her judgement.

"You had to," she nods, seamingly decided.

Relief and disappointment floods his face all at once. He'd expected an 'I love you' back.

She leans in, kissing him for the first time since he disappeared. Finally reunited. "We'll get through this, ok?" her voice is uncertain, what's happened has not been fully processed.

"Ok," he agrees and straightens his back, carefully placing small kisses along her abdomen as he does so, afraid he'll scare her away. "I've missed you so damn much." He levels his head with hers, meeting her gaze head on.

"I've missed you too," she responds. "But I need you now, Jayce. Can you do that for me?" She places a soft kiss on his lips.

"Certainly," he murmurs against them.

She stands, slinding his hand into hers and leads him to the bed. With his back to the bed, she places her hands on his chest and pushes him into sitting at the edge of the bed.

One leg over the other, she straddles him, standing on her knees so he has to look up at her. His she brushes the hair away from his eyes and lowers her lips to ghost over his. Their scared and quivering, needy to be on hers.

His hands slide up her sides and curves around her back, coming to rest in the arch above her ass. Gently, he massages circles into her skin, tickling her intentionaly.

She squirms beneath his touch, luring a satisfied grin from him. "You look good like this." Her fingers run through his beard, tracing his new scars. "Dangerous." Reaching down between them and into his pants, she pulls Jayce's member free and lowers herself just enough to tease his tip.

With a hiss, he locks his thumb over her hipbones and wanting to guide her onto him.

She shakes her head, a smirk playing in the corner of her lips. "My turn," she whispers and pull the straps of her dress down, letting it gather at her hips. Jayce's eyes immeidetly fall as his hands slide up her ribs with a specific destination in mind. "Dont touch," she warns. "Now look at me, Jayce." Her chest is inches from his face, but unallowed to look and unable to touch, his eyes appear like that of a wounded stag.

Her nimble fingers work on the buttons of his shirt and quickly slides it off of his shoulders. "Ive missed this," she purs, dragging a finger down his torso, her nail leaving a white scratched up mark behind it. "But this is new," she refers to the chest hair she's never seen before. "I like that, too." Her lips meet his jaw as she leaves kisses all the way down to his collarbone and shoulder. Her continues down his abdomen and below his v-line, then there's a sharp intake of breath as she stokes his member, circling the leaking pre-cum around his tip.

"Devil woman," he groans, but there's a twisted smile to his lips.

She returns it and takes a step back, letting the dress fall completely as if wanting to prove his point and oh, how she revels in the desperation on his face.

Her gaze fixes on his hands, clenching and unclencing in his lap, knuckles white from the strain. She bites her lip. "You look good like this," she repeats. "All, fallen apart . . . " She steps closer, placing herself between his legs. "Bloody and broken."

Never has he taken his eyes off of hers, and as she lowers herself onto his lap once more, she finds his member and lines him up. And finally, she sinks onto his thick inches. Still, he does not touch her. There is only a desperate whimper leaving his lips at the much needed pressure. Obedient, or respcetful? Either way, he deserves his praise. "Good boy. Now, touch me," she whispers and topple them over.

He twitches inside her at the words, but before she can react he's upon her. Fitting one breast into his mouth and the other in his hand, he licks and spits and squeezes. Sucking the entierty of her tender, plush flesh into his mouth.

"Ooh," she braces herself, strings of pleasure and heavy breaths return to them. "You liked that didn't you, pretty boy?" All she gets in response is humming between the lewd, obscene slurping.

Alright, then. Putting a hand on his chest for support, she begins to move, rocking back and forth just watching his expression of pleased torture.

Moving his hands to her hips, lips tear free from her breast for some much needed air, only to replace them upon her lips and kiss her with fervour.

She sits up, getting a better vantage and he follows not long thereafter. Unable to sit by and let her do the work. Leaning back on one hand and wrapping the other around her back, he helps her rut against him while he can't softly thrust up to meet her. "Fuck me- Jayce . . . " She gasps, hardly able to get enough air to moan.

He grins against her lips, sharing their breaths. "You liked that didn't you, pretty girl?" He mocks her.

She laughs breathlessly and digs her nails into his biceps. "Naughty," she murmurs and bites his lip, drawing blood. Again, she feels his member twitch amidst all the rocking between them. Their eyes meet and share a knowing glance. She cocks an eyebrow, he blushes. "That's what I thought," she smirks. It's her win, for now.

Unable to let it slide, Jayce takes the reigns. Flipping them over, he pins her beneath him without missing a single thrust. Amidst the confusion, he interlocks their fingers and pulls her arms above her head, stretching her out and limiting her movement.

She squirms against his restrains, testing the limits but he's rock solid. With her legs around his waist, he thrust perfectly into her and she cant help but roll her hips. She can feel the knot tightening in her core and she furrows her brows with displeasure. Missionary always did her in, he'll win. "Unfair," she moans, throwing her head back as waves of pleasure wash over her with every movement of his hips.

He moves one pair of their locked hands down so ha can stroke her throat with his thumb, placing soft kisses on the damage he caused.

His tenderness alone could cause her to crumble. "Put your back into it at least," she whines, realising she only had her pettiness left. Being beneath him, in his control feels way better than any win she could earn.

A breathless chuckle leaves him. "Yes, ma'am," he grunts, releases her and pulls out before he hooks her legs over his shoulders and thrusts back in. Hands finally free, she cups his face and pulls him in for a kiss concealing the cries bubbling up in her throat. For as it stands, he moves expertly and he's deeper–better than any man ever has been. "Fuck me-"

He smirks. "Tell me I'm good, again . . . " Shes uncertain if this is his ego talking or- "Please, please tell me im good," he whimpers, kissing her inbetween every word.

Without warning her third orgasm washes over her, back arching and nails digging into Jayce's cheeks. "You're so good to me," she sobs. "Such a good boy."

His thrusts falter and then he too, comes. Filling her with his seed, once again.

With shaking limbs he falls to her side, one arm draped over her chest. Both breathing heavily as they regain their senses.

"You win," ge admits and kisses her temple.

Yes she does. "I love you, too," she smiles, heart and teeth achingly sweet.

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𝗟𝗘𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗘𝗦𝗘𝗨𝗡𝗚 he leans against the wall, his dark suit slightly wrinkled from the mission, a cocky smirk playing on his lips as he watches you patch up a scratch on your arm. "careful, princess, wouldn’t want to ruin that pretty face of yours," he teases. you glare at him, your fingers fumbling with the bandage as his presence looms closer. “you could help instead of just standing there,” you snap, and he chuckles, stepping into your space, his hands brushing yours as he takes over. “relax, doll, i got you,” he murmurs, his touch lingering a little too long. your breath hitches as his fingers trace your wrist, and he tilts his head. “you okay? you’re staring,” he smirks, and you scoff, pushing him away, your pulse racing. “shut up, heeseung.”

𝗣𝗔𝗥�� 𝗝𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗦𝗘𝗢𝗡𝗚 he leans against the sleek black car, his tie loosened and hair slightly disheveled from the mission. "you gonna keep me waiting, sweetheart?" he drawls, a teasing tone in his voice as you walk up, rolling your eyes. "not everyone can look like they just stepped out of a magazine after getting shot at," you quip, but your words falter as he steps closer, brushing an imaginary speck off your shoulder. "relax, i’m just making sure my partner’s looking sharp," he murmurs, his fingers lingering as they smooth down your sleeve. the proximity sends a flush creeping up your neck, and he notices, smirking. "you’re cute when you’re flustered," he says, low and soft, his hand brushing your waist as he leans in, a little too close. "jay," you warn. he pulls back with a chuckle, holding up his hands. "easy, angel, i’m just messing with you."

𝗦𝗜𝗠 𝗝𝗔𝗘𝗬𝗨𝗡 your eyes narrow as jake leans casually against the bar, his signature smile in full effect as he charms yet another woman at the gala. you’re supposed to be blending in as a couple, but instead, he’s working his way through every pretty face in the room. “you know,” he murmurs, sliding up beside you moments later, his cologne lingering as he leans down, “you could at least pretend you’re jealous. makes us more believable.” his voice is low, teasing, as his hand brushes your waist like it belongs there. you roll your eyes. “jake,” you hiss, gripping his arm and pulling him closer, “shut up and let’s go back to the mission.” his grin doesn’t falter. “anything for you, sweetheart.” his laugh is soft as he lets you tug him away, clearly enjoying himself.

𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗚𝗛𝗢𝗢𝗡 you barely have time to react before sunghoon grabs your wrist and yanks you into a dark corner, his hand firm around your waist as he presses you against the wall. "what the hell, sunghoon—" you start, but he quickly clamps a hand over your mouth, leaning in close. "shh," he whispers, his breath brushing your cheek, "unless you want us both caught." your glare could burn a hole through him, and he smirks, removing his hand but keeping you pinned. "you could’ve just warned me," you hiss, your voice barely above a whisper. "where’s the fun in that?" he teases, his eyes dropping to your lips. "you’re impossible-" you mutter, about to push him away, but before you can, his lips crash onto yours, silencing you. it’s quick, enough to leave you stunned, and when he pulls back, he smirks. "worked, didn’t it?"

𝗞𝗜𝗠 𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗢𝗢 sunoo’s hand rests lightly on your waist as he leans closer, his soft lips brushing your ear like a whisper. “darling, they’re watching,” he murmurs. your heart skips as he cups your cheek, his thumb grazing your jawline. “relax, love, you look too tense for someone so used to this game.” his voice is honeyed, his gaze holding a teasing glint that makes it hard to focus on the crowd scanning the "power couple." when his lips graze your temple, you shiver. “sunoo,” you warn, barely above a breath, but he only chuckles. “what? just making sure they believe us,” he whispers, his grin widening. it’s impossible to tell if the blush creeping up your neck is part of his plan—or his charm.

𝗬𝗔𝗡𝗚 𝗝𝗨𝗡𝗚𝗪𝗢𝗡 "you could’ve told me your shoes were killing you, sweetheart," jungwon murmurs, crouched at your feet as the orchestra’s music swirls around the grand ballroom. you feel the heat rush to your cheeks when his fingers brush your ankle, undoing the straps of your stiletto. “i was trying to blend in,” you mumble, biting back a wince as he pulls off the heel. jungwon chuckles, standing to his full height and offering you his hand, his dark suit perfectly tailored and somehow making him even more annoyingly attractive. “blend in? with the way everyone’s been staring at you? not a chance.” before you can retort, he sweeps you off your feet, cradling you against his chest. “won—!” you squeak, but his grin is downright smug. “relax, princess. i’ve got you.” and as the two of you glide past stunned onlookers, he whispers, “forget the mission anyways."

𝗡𝗜𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗠𝗨𝗥𝗔 𝗥𝗜𝗞𝗜 "you're unbelievable," you mutter, fingers flying over the keyboard as you hack into the system, riki lounging behind you like he’s got all the time in the world. “move faster, sweetheart,” he drawls, the nickname dripping with teasing. you whirl around to glare at him, miscalculating your movement, and suddenly you’re tumbling—right onto his chest. his arms wrap around you instinctively, holding you steady as his grin widens. “if you wanted to be on top of me, angel, you could’ve just said so,” he quips, voice low. “shut up, nishimura,” you snap, but your cheeks are flaming as his hands linger at your waist. “admit it, you love being this close to me,” he whispers, and despite your best glare, the way your heart races gives you away.

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if you’re their sugar baby… (18+)

… price

- absolutely spoils you. adores giving you anything you want. if your gaze lingers in a shop window, he’ll buy you whatever’s in it. you suspect he’s infiltrated your phone somehow, because anything you look at online will show up on your doorstep a few days later. he takes you to private jewellery fittings and sits back with a glass of whisky while the jewellers puts glimmering necklaces and earrings on you.

in return, he likes showing you off. regularly takes you out to restaurants so expensive they don’t even list their prices on the menu. spoon feeds you black caviar and picks out the correct wine, the bottles so old they still have wax seals on them. loves seeing you wearing the dresses he buys for you, revealing the fleshier parts of your body that the rest of society tells you to hide. always wants you to wear diamonds in your ears when you’re his date. nothing is ever too expensive if it’s for you.

takes you to a luxurious hotel after and fucks you good and well in the satin sheets. goes back to base before you wake up the morning after, and leaves a generous cash tip on the nightstand in addition to the monthly four digit payments transferred directly to your bank account.

… kyle

- takes care of you. a sergeant’s pay is low compared to a captain’s, but it’s still a substantial amount and much, much more than you make. enjoys having a pretty lady to spoil. any visit to the hairdresser or nail salon is on him. will occasionally request a specific colour for your nails, and you know it’s to match a dress he’s bought you, waiting for you at home.

takes you dancing, spends the whole night downtown and treats you to high-end street food at three in the morning. you get fancy cocktails and colourful shots and anything else you want to try. if another woman gets close to him on the dance floor, he makes a point out of feeling you up, splaying his hands over you wide hips and soft tummy.

takes you home to his and you both fall right to sleep, waking up past noon the day after. arranges a massage for you to help with your hangover. sits in on the appointment and flips your towel up to eat you out when the massage therapist leaves. reminds you to use the credit card he’s given you in between your orgasms.

… johnny

- whisks you away to scotland when he’s off duty. borrows the family cabin in the highlands and accommodates you both in the master bedroom, spending the cold nights in a grand bed with a heavy pelt covering the duvet. loves the fantasy of having a big, soft secret stowed away in the mountains.

spends the days hiking with you or takes you down to the coast, where you watch the wild waves and enjoy cottage pie in a local pub. asks for the finest whiskey, refusing anything but the best for you. tells you all about the history of the old stone kirk of the town over steaming mugs of spiked cider.

lays the pelt out on the floor before the great fireplace in the living room and grins when you mention the cliché of it all. remarks that clichés exist for a reason and pulls you close. your skin grows goosebumps in the cold air of the cabin, but the fireplace (and the rigorous activity on the pelt rug) warms you both up. lays with you after, smoothing his hand over your side and enjoying how your soft body gives way to the pressure of his fingers. pays for first class on your flight back home and gives you cash enough to cover both rent and supplies for the month. makes out with you messily at the airport before you part ways.

… simon

- takes you along to all his going ons outside of active duty. enjoys having a partner in crime, so to speak. in the military he’s a lone wolf, so when he’s off he just wants to have you for company. price thinks it’s a good idea for him too, to at least pretend he has some normalcy in his life. you oblige. he takes you to all his mundane errands; groceries, changing the tires of his car, walking the old bridle paths in his area.

has you tucked in under his arm when the footie’s on in the evening, trays of hot takeaway on the sofa table. if you can’t decide what you want to order, he has you list everything you’re interested in and orders it all. entertains your questions about football terminology and plays with your hair. pulls a blanket over you when you’re close to falling asleep and turns the volume down.

herds you to bed after a little while and so enjoys having a warm, soft body to put his arm around at night. to you, it’s all so casual and natural that you almost forget it’s an arrangement, but he never forgets to pay for your company according to your agreement and always tips generously.

doesn’t say it out loud, but likes it when you straddle him on the sofa and lets him feel you up and make out with you until he comes in his pants like a schoolboy.

[lowkeyren]

dangerous infatuation!

in which — you encounter blade while travelling on the xianzhou luofu with the astral express, who saves you from danger, and asks for a reward in return.

pairing — blade x fem!reader (use of she/her pronouns)

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walking through the unusually crowded streets of starskiff haven, you can’t help but be awed by the sight of the place. it was your first time on the xianzhou luofu, alongside you are your friends from the astral express. march was ahead, animatedly chatting with welt; while you lingered at the rear, taking in the sights.

the air was thick with the mingling scents of exotic spices and freshly cooked street food, engulfing your senses with every breath. in the midst of the bustling crowd, you spot a man who seems oddly out of place. his sole presence draws your attention, and when he catches your gaze, he locks eyes with you, returning your stare with a piercing intensity that sends a shiver down your spine.

beside him stands an elegant woman, a jacket casually draped over her shoulders. but your eyes remain locked on the man; his compelling gaze holds a magnetic pull, and you find yourself unable to tear your eyes away. observing his features, he seems more and more familiar to you.

hey… he kinda looks like the guy on the wanted posters you’re seeing everywhere?? and that woman beside him too!

you don't notice yourself falling behind your friends until march calls out to you. “hey slowpoke, c’mon let’s go!” her words snap you out of your trance, and you quickly yell back an acknowledgment, before turning your attention back to the man —but he’s nowhere to be found.

a pang of disappointment washes over you as you scan the sea of faces, searching in vain for any sign of him. it's as if he was never there to begin with; with a heavy sigh, you reluctantly turn away, following march's lead as you weave through the people.

but even as you walk, your mind remains preoccupied with thoughts of him, his image burned into your memory like a flickering flame refusing to be extinguished, leaving you longing for another glimpse.

“hmm bladie… something caught your eye?” kafka's voice breaks through the air, a teasing lilt dancing in her tone. blade’s gaze follows you as you move along with your companions, “find out who she is.”

kafka matches his line of sight, spotting you in the distance. “ah.. the newest member of the astral express crew” she continues without waiting for his response, "you seem to have taken quite a liking to her."

blade doesn’t confirm nor deny her words, eliciting a knowing smirk from kafka.

the next few days on luofu feels…unsettling. you can’t shake the feeling of being watched, a prickling sensation that crawled along your skin; a shadow lurking just beyond your peripheral vision. every corner you turned, every alley you passed felt fraught with a sense of unease.

you arrive upon an alleyway, stopping to take a breather. then you feel that ominous feeling again, causing your hair to stand on end. a sudden, loud thump echoes in the distance, causing you to whirl your head in that direction. you find a man unconscious, sprawled on the ground; instinctively, your body tenses, and your eyes widen in shock.

before you can make a sound, a bandaged hand reaches out, silencing you with its firm grip over your mouth; a voice breaks through the stillness from behind you, “don’t yell.” your heart skips a beat as the hoarse voice brushes against your ear, the unexpected touch sends a jolt of adrenaline coursing through your veins.

“...who are you?” your voice muffling against the hand.

“knowing who i am is unnecessary.” the grip on your mouth loosens slightly. without hesitation, you whip around, your weapon materializing in your hand, ready to defend yourself. but before you’re able to strike, your hand is seized mid-air, halting your movement abruptly.

“i-it’s you!” the dim light of the alleyway casts shadows across his features, but you still recognize him. “what did you do t—” your words are cut off by the sound of approaching footsteps. in a swift motion, blade pulls you into a more secluded area, his body pressing tightly against yours.

guards swarm around the unconscious man, inspecting him closely. “that guy,” blade nudges his head in the direction of the man, “i saw him following you around.” everything in your head starts to click into place; he continues, “see that needle there.. he spiked it with sedatives earlier today.”

your pulse quickens as his words sink in, “don’t worry, he’s not dead, just…asleep, for a while.” (for a long while)

“i’m sorry, i thought you were going to hurt me— thank you…” he nods in acknowledgement. you can feel the warmth radiating from his body as he remains close even after the crowd has dispersed, a hint of blush colouring his cheeks, a contrast to his stoic look. you turn your head away, flustered by your proximity, your cheeks warming as you try to gather your thoughts.

he grasps your chin with his hand, your cheeks squished between his fingers; turning your head back and tilting it up to meet his gaze. “i just saved your life, aren’t you going to give me a reward?” you blink, trying to process his words, your face growing warmer each passing second under his intense scrutiny. part of you knows that this is wrong and wants to pull away, but another part is inexplicably drawn to his presence.

with a shaky breath, you manage to stammer out, "w-what kind of reward are you expecting?" your voice wavers. “you know exactly what i mean.” he remarks with a subtle smirk.

you decide to follow the urging of your heart, you lean in, pressing your lips against his, a brief and fleeting kiss. just as you begin to pull away, he pushes his other hand against the back of your head, drawing you back, deepening the kiss.

“[name]! where are you?”

march’s voice breaks through the moment, prompting you to push blade away abruptly. his annoyance evident in the slight downturn of his lips, and the subtle furrow of his brow. however, he quickly masks his emotions, returning to his usual deadpan face.

you give him an apologetic look as you peek out cautiously, catching a glimpse of march and welt’s figures in the distance, “i’m sorry bl—” you turn back only to find nothing except silence that surrounds you.

how does this man just keep vanishing into thin air?!

you shake off the lingering sensations, consciously calming yourself down from the rush of emotions stirred by the kiss. you place your fingertips against your lips, still tingling from the ghostly imprint of his touch; your heart thuds rapidly in your chest, each beat echoing loudly in your ears

oh aeons, you just kissed a criminal.

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“bladie… looks like you enjoyed yourself, huh?”

"what?"

“you’re not fooling anyone” kafka points at her own lips.

what kind of smudge-proof lipstick do you wear… well at least it works... super well. he has a stain on the corner of his lips for the next few days.

“bro… you’re actually so downbad LOL. y'want me to track her location or sum?”

"...no need, i'll find her myself."

silverwolf won’t stop calling him a “simp”, whatever that means.

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[clare-875]

Hey Clare😙 love your writing so much! Could I request a shanks x jealous!reader, where the reader feels as though their love for is unrequited due to shanks’ many flings (but it’s actually not)? Thank u so much, muah!❤️

Envy (Shanks x Reader)

_____ Pairing: Shanks x Female Reader Summary: You think your love for him is unrequited. Warnings: Jealous reader, harassment, alcohol, angst/fluff A/N: I'm so glad you like my stories <3 I hope you enjoy this one! [One Piece Masterlist] _____

There he goes again.

You watch your Captain from where you sit in a dimly lit bar, lips pulled into a tight frown. The feeling bubbles up within you before filling you so much, you could suffocate. Jealousy. Shanks has a wide grin on his face as once again, beautiful women gravitate towards the red-haired man. Who wouldn't? Your Captain, who was so powerful and skilled he upheld the status of an emperor. Your Captain, the famous leader of the Red-Haired Pirates. Your Captain, so charismatic and charming and frustratingly attractive. You let out a deep, decrepit sigh.

Why did you have to fall for him?

He has an arm wrapped loosely around a blond-haired woman with a model-like body, cradling a drink in his other hand. Two more women sit by him and linger, fighting for his attention. You can faintly hear them laugh at something he said in the distance. Gritting your teeth, you force your gaze to the drink in your hand, swirling it periodically like it could help the turmoil you feel now. It had been the same cycle over and over the past few months, with Shanks flirting and bringing a woman to bed each night you were ashore. Then, that same woman would leave the next morning, his form nowhere to be seen.

With his flings came his distance.

He could barely meet your gaze the following day, and it had felt like there was a greater space between you since his cycle of women had started. It hurt you. Not only because the man you were in love with paid more attention to someone who wasn't yourself, but because he didn't even seem to care about the women he brought to his bed. You felt as though he cherished time with faceless women more than you. You thought the two of you had been friends, maybe even inkling to the beginnings of something more. Countless times have you stayed up late, talking about your dreams. Countless times have you drunk and danced together, laughing uncontrollably. Countless times had you bantered, and smiled and gazed at the other.

All for it to be suddenly lost. Like you hadn't meant anything to him.

This one-sided love, his carelessness. You had been holding out hope that maybe he would look to you like he used to all those months ago. But now you start to see that it is getting helpless, and you feel like you are going crazy. He had entrapped you in your feelings. You knew you had to move on - you can't bear this a second longer - you just didn't know if you could. Faint tears sting your eyes but you force them away. You can't cry for him anymore.

"Hey, you alright?"

Your eyes travel upwards are you are met with the knowing gaze of Benn Beckham. "You know he's an idiot right?" Maybe it was the way he too, was good with women and frequently brought them to bed, but he had somehow seen so clearly that Shanks's flings were getting to you. Maybe you hadn't been hiding your feelings well enough, but you could barely care anymore. "I'm fine Benn, I'm just gonna go get another drink." You smile to the best of your ability and leave him be, walking up to the bartender, hoping you could just drink your troubles away.

It is your turn to order when a man approaches you.

"Hey, I'll get that for you." The voice of a stranger reaches your ears and you look up surprised to see a man offering to pay for the drink you ordered. You weren't necessarily scarse of men approaching you, but you hadn't found the courage to pursue anything amid your feelings for Shanks. Maybe it was time to move on. Maybe it was time for a change. "Thank you." You try to push your inner turmoil aside and force your lingering gaze away from your Captain. "No problem." The man is surprisingly attractive, and a polite smile reaches the corners of your face.

His gaze holds keen interest. "You know, you caught my eye the minute you walked in." You smile at the man's sudden boldness, raising a brow as you hold your drink in one hand. "Really?" He grins wide at your amusement. "You don't happen to have a boyfriend, do you?" You feel your heart tug sharply in your chest at his words and suddenly you're fighting a frown. You spare one last glance at your Captain. He was distracted by the woman under his arm and grinning wide. Your eyes dart back to the man in front of you waiting expectantly.

"No, there's no one in my life."

Moments pass well enough, and the man who sits in front of you is nice at least. He just wasn't the man you wanted. Maybe moving on wasn't that easy. You smile and nod and listen intently, you shake your head and pitch into conversation. But soon, you fight a yawn as he speaks mainly of himself and his glory, barely showing the interest he claimed to have had in you. What's more, you realise his boldness quickly, as he closes the space between you with each minute that passes. Maybe it wasn't interest you saw earlier in his eyes, but lust. The smile you keep on your face starts to strain against your skin.

"Hey," your gaze snaps forward as you realise you have been lost in your thoughts, most likely looking into the void. The man in front of you doesn't seem to notice, however, as there is no change in his attitude. "Do you wanna get out of here?" His hand reaches out to touch your thigh, and you suddenly feel ill. You see it then so clearly, that he simply wanted you in his bed from the beginning, most likely to be discarded the morning after. What was it with men these days? You try to maintain your composure and you reach for the hand that touches your skin, removing it promptly from your thigh.

"Actually, I'm good thanks."

You go to stand, placing an empty glass on the counter. "This was nice," you say, "but I should go now." As you move, however, his hand that lingers reaches for your arm. You freeze at the contact, but he is all up in your space again, and his sudden actions take you back. "What-" But he interrupts moving closer to your face. "I don't think so, sweetheart. I like what I see. I want to see where this goes..." A frown instantly marks your face, as your blood pumps hot within you. Does he know who he's talking to? Yes, you may seem like any other woman at the bar, but you were a pirate. A pirate on an Emporer's crew. "Why, you-"

"What's going on here?"

The man freezes. There is darkness that fills the air along with the suddenly dangerous atmosphere. A figure looms behind you.

"I- I-," the man drops your arm instantly, stuttering as fear creeps up on his features. Who wouldn't in the face of an emperor? You don't turn, but you know it is Shanks who stands behind you, and his sharp eyes are trained on where the man had touched your skin. Though you do not see, Shank's face morphs into one of unusual, pure fury. It has the man in front of you basically falling to your feet. "Get out of here." Your Captain's words are spoken low and he places a hand on your shoulder, pulling you back into him.

The man all but runs from your side.

There is a tension that lingers in the aftermath, but it is broken by your movements, shrugging off Shanks's hand. There is a brief silence that follows. "I was fine." Your words are muttered softly, and there is a pain that lingers in your chest. Why did it have to be he who came? Didn't he know how painful this was for you already? Shanks watches your darkened expression carefully and lets out a deep sigh. "Look [y/n], I won't stop you from pursuing guys but at least pick better ones-" You turn as your facade cracks, bringing forth anger.

"You're the last person I need to hear that from Shanks. Why don't you go back to your little group, I'm sure they're missing you."

Shanks freezes under the weight of your glare and sharp words. He had never seen you look at him in such a way. You fight your emotions as you look at the surprise in your Captain's face, and you move. You need air, there was no oxygen in this bar and it felt like you were suffocating. "Wait, [y/n]-" But you don't stop, you were tired and hurt and envy filled your senses. Why couldn't he see how much you loved him? Why can't he see how much he hurts you?

"[y/n]!"

Finally feeling like you can breathe in the crisp evening air, Shanks has caught up to you before barely a moment passes. "[y/n], is there something wrong?" His words are what make you break completely. With alcohol still burning in your system and your raging feelings, you finally let it spill. A laugh of disbelief escapes you. "Wrong? You're really asking me if something's wrong Shanks, now?!" Shanks watches wide-eyed as you eye him with a mixture of sadness and anger.

"You've barely spoken to me, let alone looked at me these past few weeks! You have a new woman in your bed every other day! There's nothing here anymore. What happened to friendship? What happened to-" You pause, realising you've spoken too much of your mind, but Shanks's eyes only widen further in surprise. "I liked you, Shanks. I actually thought you-" A tear slips from your eye that you wipe harshly from your cheek, turning away. But Shanks reacts before you can take a single step, and a hand holds you to him before you are engulfed in his embrace.

You struggle in his arms, tears now pouring as you tell him to let you go. "I don't want your pity Shanks! Go! You have people waiting for you inside-" But Shanks doesn't budge an inch, instead all that fills him is utter regret, and shame, and pain. All this time, you liked him too? All this time he had spent trying to push his feelings aside with nameless women, only to feel deep remorse when he saw your face the next morning. All this time he had pushed away your friendship, and the inkling of something more. He had pushed you away because, for the first time, the Red-Haired Shanks were scared. Scared of losing you.

He was a coward.

"Shanks-" The red-haired Emporer can feel his heart clench against his chest at your words to leave you be, but he can't let you go. He won't let you go, he doesn't think he can bear your absence any longer. What torture had he put the both of you through, for no reason at all but his stupidity? Would you even forgive him? "[y/n]... I'm sorry." You freeze suddenly at his words, feeling your heart drop even further within you. Of course, here it comes, the rejection. But Shanks's words are beyond what you thought they would be.

"I like you too... no, I'm in love with you." You feel your breath caught in your throat as you start to shake your head against his chest, fighting to move from his arms once more. "Liar! Then what about all those women you slept with! You wouldn't even look at me-" Shanks quickly interrupts before you spill your words once more. "I thought that pushing you away would make the feeling fade. All those women, they were part of that too. But, [y/n], they're nothing compared to you. Believe me." Shanks finally releases you from his embrace and you scramble back a few steps watching his pleading expression with wide eyes.

"Forgive me."

You meet his burning red eyes with trepidation, but all you see is his sincerity, his regret. You are utterly speechless. Shanks was in love with you? Shanks returned your feelings? You move forward, anger suddenly filling you as you move closer and you swing, one punch right into his chest. Shanks doesn't move or flinch, he merely takes the brunt of your attack though it barely does anything to the emperor. "You, you're telling the truth?" Your words are spoken as though still unsure, and you let your arm fall to your side. Shanks observes your darkened expression, but his remorse does nothing to fade.

"Yes."

One step forward, followed by another, you move once more. Holding the collar of his shirt you pull him down to you with what strength you can muster, and suddenly your lips are on his. Shanks stops in surprise but is quick to pull you close to him and return your fervour. The kiss is angry and passionate and all you had dreamt it would be. Your hands move deep into his hair, and his arms wind themselves around your waist. You feel his warmth and want against you. When you part, it is only because you need a breath.

"You're stupid."

You speak low, but with the lingering joy that fills your senses. You had kissed him.

"You were jealous."

Shanks retorts, murmuring his words into your skin, but you don't miss the teasing undertone. You frown, hitting him lightly in mock irritation. "Shanks, do you really want to be-" But he quickly cuts you off with another kiss to your lips.

"I still haven't forgiven you, you know."

Shanks leans his head against yours, finally content.

"I know."

Let's just say the following weeks are spent with Shanks bending to your every will and want. It takes a while for you to get over the flings that put a gap between the two of you, but soon you forgive him. He couldn't be happier with you by his side. You were all he wanted, and all he could ever want.

[cherrynflowergarden]

જ⁀➴ chicago || loser!chris x dreamgirl!reader

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as chris leaned back against the wall, his hands shoved into his baggy pants pockets, he was lost in the music playing through his wired earphones. it was just another day for him; hanging out near the skatepark, taking in the scene, and scrolling through random memes on his phone. he didn’t notice her at first, but the sound of her heels clicking on the pavement immediately made him glance up.

she was breathtaking.

the kind of girl you’d see on magazine covers or at glamorous parties, a total dream with the magnetic aura that pulled everyone’s eyes to her. her blue sundress flowed elegantly through the air, jewelry catching the afternoon light, and a flower clipped perfectly in her hair, giving her that signature floral touch.

as if in a dream, she looked directly at him, and their eyes met. for a second, chris thought he was mistaken. there was no way a girl like that would be interested in a guy like him—a goofy, clumsy skateboarder with a bucket hat and a pepsi addiction. but she smiled, her lips curving with a playful charm and to his utter disbelief, she winked.

chris’ heart stuttered. he blinked, utterly dumbfounded, as a blush crept up his cheeks. did she just…? he felt his stomach flip, his mind racing to process what just happened.

she held his gaze a moment longer, her smile widening as if amused by his reaction, and then turned to walk away, leaving a faint floral scent lingering in the air.

chris was frozen, his hand instinctively reaching for the silver chain hanging down his neck; a habit he’d picked up for no real reason other than it made him feel less nervous about things. but for once, he was anything but not nervous.

“she… she smiled and looked at me,” he muttered, still staring after her, hardly daring to believe his own words. “i was surprised to see that a woman like that was really into… me?”

he’d never felt this way before, and as the shock melted into a grin, he knew one thing for certain: he’d never forget the girl who made him feel like the only guy in the world, even if it was just for a moment.

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an; hehehehehe i'm giggling so much 🤭 loser!chris is so loser i love him bless y'all are not ready for them hehehe SEND ASKS ABOUT MY POOKIES Y'ALL also i'm posting dad!matt blurb like in an hour y'all are well fed heh<3 tell me why do i have the most amazingly amazing fanfic ideas in the middle of my exams😕

i'll be making a separate taglist for all my !readers trust i have so many ideas rn it's insane so let me know if you'd like to tagged for loser!chris and dreamgirl!reader :)

[burningred1989]

THE WEIGHT OF THE NIGHT

A/N: Y/N and Harry Styles, estranged exes, unexpectedly reconnect when they’re invited to the same talk show. Tensions rise as Y/N’s cheating ex and his new girlfriend are also present. After the show, Y/N plans a reckless act—drinking heavily and driving to stage a crash—but Harry intervenes, saving her from potential tragedy.

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The lights in the studio gleamed brightly, reflecting off the polished stage. Y/N adjusted her posture on the couch, her smile steady but distant. Across from her sat Harry Styles, her ex, looking composed yet aware of the tension in the air. It wasn’t their first run-in since their breakup, but this setting—a live talk show—was particularly uncomfortable.

To make matters worse, seated further down the couch were her most recent ex and *her*—the woman he had cheated on her with. They laughed and chatted with the host as if they were just another happy couple, blissfully unaware of—or perhaps indifferent to—the storm they had left behind.

Harry noticed how Y/N’s fingers fidgeted slightly in her lap, a telltale sign of her discomfort. Her eyes occasionally flicked toward them, unable to completely mask the hurt that flickered there. Still, she managed to keep a polite smile on her face, answering questions about her latest album and upcoming tour with poise.

He couldn’t take his eyes off her.

When the host tried to stir some drama, jokingly asking Y/N if she found it awkward to be on the same stage as her exes, she let out a light laugh. “It’s all part of the business, isn’t it?” she said, her tone playful but distant.

Harry, however, shot the host a pointed look, his jaw tightening. He could feel the weight of Y/N’s sadness, even if she hid it well. He hated seeing her like this, surrounded by people who had hurt her, himself included.

When the show finally wrapped up, Y/N was the first to leave the stage. She muttered a quick “thank you” to the crew and disappeared toward the dressing rooms without so much as a glance at anyone else. Harry lingered behind, his mind torn between respecting her space and following his instinct to check on her.

<<<<<

Inside her dressing room, Y/N let out a heavy sigh. She pulled off her glamorous outfit, trading it for a worn hoodie and sweatpants—the closest thing to armor she had at the moment. She glanced at herself in the mirror, her carefully applied makeup now feeling like a mask she was desperate to shed.

As she stepped out of the room, hoping to leave unnoticed, she found Harry leaning against the wall across from her door. His hands were tucked into his pockets, his gaze soft yet intent as it landed on her.

“Y/N,” he said, his voice low and careful.

She didn’t stop walking. “I’m fine, Harry,” she replied, her tone clipped but not harsh.

He stepped in front of her, blocking her path. “Are you really?” he asked, searching her eyes.

She met his gaze briefly, then looked away. “It doesn’t matter. I’m used to it.”

His brows furrowed. “You shouldn’t have to be.”

Her lips pressed into a thin line as she tried to move past him. “Please, Harry. Just let it go.”

But he couldn’t. “Y/N,” he said, his voice breaking slightly, “you don’t have to pretend around me.”

She stopped in her tracks, her back to him, and let out a shaky breath. “That’s where you’re wrong,” she whispered. Without another word, she walked away, leaving him standing there, his heart heavy with regret and the weight of things left unsaid.

As she exited the building and melted into the night, Harry stayed behind, staring at the empty hallway. He wanted to fix it, to undo the pain he had caused and shield her from the rest. But for now, all he could do was watch her leave, the distance between them feeling wider than ever.

<<<<<

The bar was dimly lit, the low hum of chatter blending with the clinking of glasses and the faint bass of music playing in the background. Y/N sat at the far end, nursing her third—or maybe fourth—drink. She didn’t bother keeping count. Her thoughts were too loud, her emotions a storm she couldn’t contain. The image of her ex, laughing with the woman he cheated on her with, played on a loop in her mind. And then there was Harry—his concerned gaze, his soft voice asking if she was okay. She wasn’t, and she didn’t want to be.

She downed another glass, the sharp burn of the alcohol a temporary reprieve from the ache in her chest. Her plan was simple, even if it wasn’t logical. If she got behind the wheel drunk enough, whatever happened next wouldn’t look intentional. It would just be another headline about a tragic accident, not a cry for help.

What she didn’t know was that Harry was there too, seated in the shadows at a table near the corner. He had followed her after the show, his instincts screaming at him to make sure she was safe. At first, he kept his distance, unsure of how to approach her without pushing her away further. But as he watched her order drink after drink, his worry turned into outright panic.

When Y/N finally slapped a few bills on the counter and stumbled toward the exit, Harry’s heart sank. He quickly followed, keeping a few paces behind her. The night air hit them both as she wobbled toward her car parked just a few feet away. She fumbled with her keys, dropping them once before retrieving them with a frustrated huff.

Her balance was unsteady, and as she stepped off the curb, a car sped past, its horn blaring. She staggered back just in time, but Harry’s reflexes kicked in. He grabbed her arm, pulling her out of harm’s way.

“Whoa, hey!” she exclaimed, stumbling into his chest. Her voice was slurred, her words blending together. “Dang, that almost got me. Sir, whoever you are, you’re ruining my plan.”

Harry’s grip on her tightened, his jaw clenching. “Your *plan*?” he echoed, his voice filled with a mix of disbelief and anger.

She wobbled back toward her car, muttering, “Yeah, my plan. Just let me go.”

But as she tried to open the door, Harry stepped in, slamming it shut before she could get in. She frowned, her expression shifting from confusion to annoyance. “What are you doing? Move!”

“No,” Harry said firmly, planting himself between her and the car. “You’re not driving anywhere.”

Her frustration boiled over. She tugged at the door handle, but he held it shut. “Harry, move! Just let me go!” she yelled, tears spilling from her eyes.

“No,” he repeated, his voice softer now but no less resolute. “Y/N, think about this. What about your mom? Your brother? Your fans? They all love you. They’d be devastated.”

She froze for a moment, her hands trembling against the door handle. Then she turned to him, her face crumpling as she sobbed, “Don’t you understand? Everyone leaves me. Even you did!”

Her words hit him like a punch to the gut. He took a step closer, his hands still firmly holding the car door shut. “I know,” he admitted, his voice cracking. “I know I hurt you, and I’ll regret it every day for the rest of my life. But this isn’t the way. Please, Y/N. Just let me help you.”

She shook her head, her tears falling freely now. She tried to pull the door open again, but Harry didn’t budge. “Please,” he whispered, his voice barely audible but filled with desperation.

Y/N let out a shuddering breath before turning away, her sobs wracking her body. Harry hesitated for a moment before stepping closer. He gently turned her to face him, brushing her hair away from her tear-streaked face. His touch was light, careful.

He slipped off his coat and draped it over her shoulders, shielding her from the cool night air and the prying eyes of any cameras that might be nearby. “Let me take you home,” he said softly. “Please. Cameras might see us, and I don’t want them twisting this into something it’s not.”

For a moment, she didn’t respond. Then, with a reluctant nod, she agreed. “Fine,” she mumbled, her voice barely above a whisper.

As they began walking, her steps were unsteady, and she swayed dangerously. Harry didn’t hesitate to scoop her up into his arms, cradling her against his chest. She didn’t protest, her body heavy with exhaustion and alcohol. Her head lolled against his shoulder, and within moments, she passed out, her breathing evening out.

Harry carried her to his car, carefully placing her in the passenger seat. He fastened her seatbelt, making sure she was secure before getting into the driver’s seat himself. As he started the car and pulled onto the quiet road, he glanced at her sleeping form, her face peaceful yet tear-streaked.

His heart ached as he drove toward his home. He didn’t know what tomorrow would bring, but tonight, he was determined to keep her safe.

<<<<<

The car hummed softly as Harry drove through the quiet streets, the weight of Y/N’s earlier breakdown pressing heavily on both of them. She was slumped in the passenger seat, her head tilted against the window, her face still pale and tear-streaked. Harry stole occasional glances at her, his jaw tight with concern, guilt, and an overwhelming protectiveness he couldn’t shake.

The silence was broken by the shrill ring of Y/N’s phone, startling them both. Her eyes fluttered open, groggy and disoriented, and she fumbled to pull the phone from her pocket. She squinted at the screen, the caller ID revealing it was her brother. Too exhausted to hold the phone to her ear, she tapped the speaker icon and let it rest on her lap.

“Hey,” she croaked, her voice hoarse from crying.

“Y/N!” her brother’s voice came through the speaker, loud and panicked. “Where are you? Are you okay?”

“I’m... I’m in a car,” she said groggily, blinking against the dim glow of passing streetlights.

“What?!” he exclaimed, his voice rising with alarm. “Please, pull over right now!”

She frowned, her confusion evident even through her fatigue. “Why?”

“Y/N,” he said, his tone desperate, “I had this horrible dream that you crashed. It felt so real. I couldn’t shake it, so I called Tree, and she said you were at the club. Please, if you’re driving, pull over. I’ll come get you.”

Despite her exhaustion, she let out a weak, humorless laugh. “Don’t be ridiculous. You don’t even have a license.”

“I don’t care!” he shot back, his voice trembling. “Just tell me you’re okay. Please.”

The raw fear in his voice was enough to crack the fragile wall she’d built around herself. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she bit down on her trembling lip. “I’m fine,” she whispered, though her voice wavered. “I’m a little drunk, but don’t worry. I’m not driving.”

Her brother let out a shaky exhale, relief evident but not enough to calm him. “Promise me, Y/N. Don’t get behind the wheel. Please. Just… just let someone take care of you for once.”

She swallowed hard, tears streaming down her face as she pressed a hand to her mouth, trying to stifle her sobs. Harry’s grip on the steering wheel tightened as he listened, his knuckles turning white.

“Go back to sleep,” she managed to say, her voice breaking. “You’ve got finals tomorrow.”

“I don’t care about finals,” he said, his tone firm but laden with worry. “I care about you. I love you, okay? Take care of yourself.”

Her chest heaved as the sobs she’d been suppressing broke free. “I love you, too,” she whispered before quickly ending the call.

The phone dropped onto her lap, and she buried her face in her hands, her body shaking as she cried. The weight of her brother’s concern, the fear in his voice, and the overwhelming guilt of how close she’d come to making an irreversible decision crushed her.

Harry remained silent, his eyes fixed on the road, though his jaw was clenched so tightly it ached. He swallowed hard, his throat thick with emotion as he fought back tears of his own. Hearing her brother’s desperation and Y/N’s pain felt like a knife to the heart.

Minutes passed with nothing but the sound of Y/N’s sobs filling the car. Harry finally broke the silence, his voice soft but steady. “Your brother loves you a lot.”

She didn’t respond, just curled further into herself, her shoulders trembling.

“And he’s right,” Harry continued, his voice thick with emotion. “You need to let someone take care of you. You don’t have to carry all of this alone.”

Y/N sniffled, her hands dropping to her lap as she wiped at her face with the sleeve of Harry’s coat. Her voice was barely audible when she spoke. “Why do they care so much? Why do you?”

Harry’s hands tightened on the wheel, his heart aching at her question. “Because you’re worth it,” he said, his voice firm but gentle. “You’re worth everything, Y/N. And I… I care because I can’t stand the thought of losing you.”

She turned her head slightly to look at him, her tear-filled eyes meeting his for a brief, vulnerable moment. He glanced at her, his own eyes glistening, before focusing back on the road.

The rest of the drive was quiet, save for the occasional hitch of her breath as she tried to calm herself. Harry pulled into his driveway, the gravel crunching softly under the tires. He parked and turned off the engine, sitting in silence for a moment before turning to her.

“We’re here,” he said gently.

Y/N nodded, her movements slow and lethargic as she unbuckled her seatbelt. When she tried to step out of the car, her legs wobbled, and Harry was at her side in an instant.

“I’ve got you,” he said, slipping an arm around her waist to steady her.

She didn’t argue, too drained to protest as he helped her inside. The warmth of his home enveloped her, and she felt herself leaning into his side, the weight of the night finally beginning to lift, if only slightly.

For now, she let herself be vulnerable, leaning on the one person who, despite everything, still stood by her when it mattered most.

[a-hazbin-reader]

i can't stop thinking about alastor and wifey slow dancing on "Can't Help Falling in Love" by Elvis Presley, at the dead of night, when they think everyone is asleep at the hotel, and everyone hiding away and witnessing just how corny they both are for each other

would you be willing to write this if you're taking request? 🥹

NOT THE FIRST TIME I'VE GOT THIS ONE SO-

Alastor X Reader Headcanons

✅️Romantic

❌️Platonic

TW: None?? I think???

Description: ☝️⬆️

Things have been busy at the hotel lately, everyone has been scrambling to keep up with business which left you and Alastor with little time together

The moments you do get together are always either interrupted or you both are too exhausted to do little more than snuggle

You and Alastor try to make time together and set up a lunch date? It starts out well enough, the two of you relaxing

The food is good, the seats were perfect, and more importantly, you finally had your husband's attention all to yourself

He's rubbing a thumb over your hand gently, smiling at you like he's fallen in love with you all over again

"I've missed getting to spend time with you, things have been so busy lately..."

He lifts your hand to his lips and kisses it softly, humming in agreement as his foot nudges yours under the table

"As have I~ I can't have my wife getting lonely, now can I~?"

You rub your ankle against his leg gently, laughing softly at his antics

"No~ I suppose you can't-"

"Alastor! Fancy running into you here~! Listen, I gotta favor I need to ask you!"

Suddenly, Mimzy is there at the table and sitting herself down, getting settled in and leaning in to chat with Alastor

Who can never resist helping out the poor woman, so of course he nods along with whatever she's saying, leaving you to roll your eyes and get up

"I'll see you later, my dear~ Goodbye, Mimzy~ It was good to see you're still alive and causing trouble."

"Bye-bye girly~ We gotta catch up next time, you hear~?"

Alastor gives you an apologetic look, mumbling something about trying again next time as he hugs your hips to try and anchor you in place

You kiss the side of your husband's head and wave at Mimzy as you leave, your little window of time together vanishing

Another time, the two of you were out on a walk together, arm in arm as you two enjoyed the nice weather without interruptions

You were leaning on him, Alastor occasionally nuzzling the side of your head and squeezing you closer affectionately

You were just about to steal a kiss, tilting your head up and leaning in to meet his lips halfway when suddenly a TV in a shop window came to life

With Vox whining and bitching about Alastor again, that son of a bitch

You sigh as you feel your husband's intense gaze on you, rubbing your forehead as you look up to avoid the puppy eyes

"Go ahead, I can't very well keep you from defending yourself now can I?"

He chuckles and kisses your cheek softly before pulling away to give you a wide grin, already thinking of all the ways he's going to humiliate Vox on air

"You're simply the best wife a man could ask for~! Thank you, my dear~!"

You only shake your head and sigh once you're alone, the moment together once again being snatched away from you

You'll make Vox pay for that later

Things only got busier after that, you and Alastor only see each other as you pass by, not even able to squeeze out a quick kiss

"Hello, my darling~!"

His hand catches yours, twirling you expertly into his arms as he tries to give you some fleeting affection before he has to leave

You laugh and place your hands on his chest to steady yourself, slowly sliding a hand up to cup his cheek as you lean in closer

"Good luck today, dearest~"

Alastor leans down to rub noses with you, hands gripping your hips a little tighter, eyes locked on your lips as a soft sigh comes out of you

Any attempt to linger is thwarted by those around you, Charlie pulling Alastor one way and Vaggie tugging you in another

Tragic really

You've just about given up on getting a real moment alone with your husband, walking into a dark and quiet hotel carrying a half awake Vaggie

"Nn...this is Charlie's side of the bed..."

You can't help but roll your eyes, moving her over onto the correct side anyways and tucking her in

"Hush now, it's late and you need your sleep."

After carrying the poor girl to bed you nearly bump into Alastor, who's carrying a completely passed out Charlie, his ears folded back in embarrassment

"Aw~ You big softie...~"

"Not. A. Word."

You tap his nose playfully as you let him put Charlie to bed, suddenly getting a new surge of energy at the sight of him

Alastor finds you waiting for him in the hallway, arms crossed with a small smile on your face as you push off the wall to approach him

"Are you ready to go to bed, darling~?"

Your soft thumb rubbing against his bottom lip would normally be more than enough to coax him into bed, but the realization that you two were alone hit him like ice water

"Not quite, care to join me?"

He doesn't wait for you to answer, guiding you back downstairs and kissing your hand gently as the radio suddenly bursts to life

A love song plays softly on it, quiet so as not to wake up everyone else in the hotel but just loud enough for the two of you

You let your husband pull you against him, hugging his neck and leaning on him, taking in his scent as you savor the moment

The two of you sway together slowly, just listening to the music and enjoying the time alone together before it gets interrupted

Alastor presses his lips to your forehead and you can't help but nuzzle closer, the two of you sharing a loving look

"Mm... I've missed this...~"

He spins you lazily before pulling you back into his arms, one arm squeezing around your waist while his lips once again find your wrist

"My darling~ I've missed you~"

You laugh quietly and steal a kiss from your husband, pressing close and reaching up to play with his hair

You two are so caught up in each other that you don't notice the time go by or the fact that you're being watched

Curious eyes peek out at you two, hushed whispers and giggles dropping down from the railings as you two blissfully dance together below

You glance up before locking eyes with your husband, smiling as you reach up to pet a fuzzy ear

"I believe we're being watched~"

He hums and spins you again, tilting his head to look up at your audience, a wicked grin on his face

"Ah ah ah~ Peeping Toms will be subjected to a most unsavory punishment~"

There's a small squeak, the scrambling of footsteps, and suddenly, you two are alone again. Alastor pulling you against him and kissing your neck

"Now~ Where were we~?"

I hope you like it~

[sacrednova]

Drive me home | Simon "Ghost" Riley | 3

fem!reader | In this story, a young woman mistakenly texts Simon "Ghost" Riley, thinking he's her Uber driver after a wild night out. Despite his gruff, reserved nature, Simon shows up. Contains fake screenshots with texts messages and calls!!!!

[Part 1 HERE] [PART 4 HERE]

Simon’s hands gripped the steering wheel as he drove in silence, his jaw clenched with irritation. What the hell was he thinking? Driving a stranger across town in the middle of the night wasn’t just stupid—it was downright reckless. He could feel her gaze drifting his way every few minutes, and every time he’d stare stubbornly ahead, hoping she'd just fall asleep. It wasn’t exactly the Uber experience she’d asked for, but he wasn’t exactly in the mood to play chauffeur.

Am I getting paid for this? he thought grumpily, then immediately dismissed it. No, he’d just refuse if she offered. If anything, he’d rather be rid of her sooner than later.

After what felt like ages, he finally pulled up to what looked like her house. But when he glanced over, he found her out cold, head tilted back, breathing deeply, even a little drool beginning to form at the corner of her mouth. Great, he thought with a sigh, rubbing a hand over his mask in frustration.

Just then, his phone buzzed with a message. It was Soap.

Simon sighed. This night was one for the books, and unfortunately for him, he had a feeling Johnny wouldn’t let him live it down anytime soon. He tucked his phone away and looked at her, still passed out and oblivious, snoring lightly. He rolled his eyes, suppressing an urge to shake her awake, but instead resigned himself to hauling her inside.

Simon slipped his phone into his pocket, staring at her slumped form in the passenger seat, deep in thought. How the hell am I supposed to wake her up? He was overthinking this, and that irritated him even more. So he just leaned closer, attempting to wake her with a low, gruff, “Hey.”

Nothing. He tried again, louder, “Hey.”

Still nothing.

He was practically shouting now, “HEY!”

She jolted awake, startled like she’d just survived some nightmare jumpscare, and he took a quick step back.

“Wha—why, who?” She looked around blearily before laughing, still clearly drunk, mumbling about the “crazy night” and how grateful she was for the ride, slipping into a ramble about the weirdo at the bar.

As she tried to climb out of the truck, she promptly tripped over her own feet and toppled forward. Of course, Simon thought with yet another sigh as he watched her crumble like a pile of bricks. This was already the eleventh time he’d sighed that night—or was it morning? A quick glance at the truck’s dashboard told him it was now 6 a.m.

He climbed out, trudging to her side, where he helped her up to her feet, noting how unstable she was. Her attempts to walk looked more like stumbles, each step making him clench his jaw. She was in no condition to get to her bed on her own. Finally, he made the executive decision—he just picked her up, carrying her to the door with a grunt.

She managed to wrestle the keys out, but her attempts at unlocking the door were painfully slow, so he took over, opening it swiftly. Then, with more patience than he felt, he carried her through the dark, unfamiliar place until he found her bedroom, placing her on the bed with a bit more care than he intended.

As he started to step back, he caught her looking at him—a look that held an intensity that, for just a second, made his mind spin. Her disheveled hair, the half-lidded gaze, the lingering scent of her perfume… It would’ve been easy to think, but—no. Absolutely not, he reminded himself, snapping back to reality.

“Quit those eyes,” he muttered, voice gruff, before heading toward the door, closing it quietly behind him.

He got back to his truck, slumping against the seat as he let out a groan. Heading to base, he shot Soap a quick message.

And with that, he started the engine, leaving her place in his rearview.

Weeks had passed since that night—weeks that somehow felt like months to her. The strange, grumpy “Uber” driver with the piercing eyes and the mask was still nagging at the back of her mind, even though they’d barely exchanged words. The morning after, she’d sent him a hesitant little hello there, thinking maybe it would turn into something…or at least give her some kind of closure for the weirdness. But he never replied.

The silence was maddening. She told herself she was moving on, letting it go. How could she even have a reason to hang on? It wasn’t like they knew each other—he was just a stranger who’d given her a ride, a stranger with a rough but somehow reassuring presence. Yet something kept replaying in her mind, like she had unfinished business with him. Her friends, laughing at her own expense, told her to get over it.

So when they suggested a girls’ night back at that same club, she figured why not. She’d just go out, dance, and drink until the mysterious stranger finally stopped haunting her thoughts. But then, of course, things spiraled.

Inside the packed club, one of her friends, who’d been treating vodka like a new food group, started to sway dangerously before collapsing in the bathroom. Her other friends weren’t much better off, clinging to her for balance and squinting like the lights were somehow offensive. She was just as tipsy, maybe a little less wobbly, but all things considered, she was the most sober one.

Finally, they stumbled outside for air, their laughter echoing in the night. Someone suggested, “Let’s share an Uber!”

“Oh hell yes, I’m not getting left alone out here again like last time!” she agreed, remembering far too well the creep factor of her last solo experience.

Millie, her best friend—the one who’d collapsed—perked up with a drunken giggle and lazily waved her hand. “Give me your phone,” one of her friends slurred. She handed it over, preoccupied with keeping Millie upright. After a minute, her friend handed her phone back, looking proud and announcing, “Got it! Uber’s on the way!”

When she looked down at her phone, her heart almost stopped.

She froze. “B-BITCH WHO DID YOU JUST CALL?”

Her friend blinked at her, thoroughly unfazed. “What do you mean? An Uber?”

“THIS IS NOT AN UBER!” she said, voice a mix of panic and disbelief.

“Well, whoever he is, he said he’s on his way,” her friend shrugged, totally oblivious to the fact that she’d just summoned the man who had ghosted her weeks ago.

Oh, shit.

[httpsdana]

Can you do jealousy 1,3,5,7,9 with kenan? him and reader are out with their friends and kenan is jealous of this guy who y/n’s friends bought because he’s being too touchy and he’s acting like if he’s your boyfriend so one of Kenans friends jokes to him and says “if i didn’t know you guys where dating I would totally think they were dating” and kenan loses it but he loses it even more when this older couple makes a small comment of y/n and the guy?

Green-Eyed~Kenan Yildiz

・❥・prompt list

・❥・masterlist -> part 2

・❥・who I write for

・❥・a/n: I only chose two of these prompts cause I can't really use all 5 together.

3-"Are you seriously jealous? It’s cute, but you have nothing to worry about."

9-"Do I have to remind him you're taken?"

Kenan’s hand rested on her back as they all walked into the bustling bar, the sound of laughter and clinking glasses filling the air. He had his usual easy smile on, but she could feel the tension radiating off him as her friends made introductions.

One of them had brought an extra guy, and while y/n was too polite to say anything, she couldn’t help but notice how he seemed to linger a little too close.

Kenan and his friend slipped away to the bar to get some drinks, leaving her with her friends as the laughter and conversation continued around her.

She barely noticed their absence at first, until she felt a slight discomfort, realizing that Max, the guy her friend, had brought was still lingering a bit too close for comfort.

His hand brushed against her back as he laughed a little too loudly at something she'd said. She tried to ignore it, but the way his eyes kept following her, the way he leaned in when speaking, made her uneasy.

Meanwhile, Kenan and his friend were standing by the bar, chatting casually. Kenan’s friend leaned in a little closer, smirking as he looked back at her.

"If I didn’t know you two and I’d think they’re dating," he remarked, his voice low enough that Kenan couldn’t help but overhear.

Kenan’s jaw clenched, his hands tightening around his glass. His expression darkened in a way that was unmistakable, a flash of anger in his eyes.

He didn’t reply immediately, but his friend noticed the change and raised an eyebrow, unsure whether to say anything more.

As Kenan tried to calm himself, he glanced around. His gaze fell on an elderly couple sitting nearby, who were looking over at y/n and Max with an approving smile. The woman nudged her partner and said, "Aren't they a cute couple?"

Kenan’s blood boiled. He could feel the heat rising in his chest, and before he even realized what he was doing, he was walking swiftly back toward the table.

Without another word, he grabbed her hand, pulling her out of her seat. She was caught off guard by his sudden movement.

"Kenan?" she asked, glancing up at him, her confusion written all over her face.

His grip on her hand was tight, his usual calm demeanor completely gone. "We need to talk," he muttered, his voice tight and low, practically seething.

She followed him outside, still unsure what was going on. As soon as they stepped into the cool air, Kenan spun to face her, his eyes blazing with frustration.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, finally unable to hold back her curiosity.

Kenan’s voice was harsh as he replied, “I didn’t like that guy.” The words were thick with jealousy.

She raised an eyebrow. "Are you seriously jealous?" The realization hit her, and despite the situation, a small smile tugged at her lips. “It’s cute, but you have nothing to worry about.”

Kenan’s eyes darkened, his fingers tightening around her waist as he pulled her closer. "Do I have to remind him you're taken?" he asked, the question laced with jealousy.

She couldn’t help teasing him. "Maybe you do."

He didn’t need any further encouragement. His lips were on hers in an instant, a kiss that was both demanding and tender, as if he needed to feel her close, to prove that she was his.

The jealousy, the possessiveness, all melted away in that kiss, replaced with the reassurance that she belonged to him, and only him.

After a few moments, Kenan pulled back, his eyes searching hers. "Let’s go back inside," he said, his tone softening but still possessive.

She nodded, a smile spreading across her face as she took his hand. When they reentered the bar, Kenan kept her close, his arm around her shoulders, his lips occasionally brushing her cheek as a silent reminder to everyone that she was his.

Max who had been hovering earlier was nowhere to be seen. And just like that, Kenan had made sure no one would dare to get too close to her again.

[simplyholl]

Be A Good Girl For Daddy

Summary: When Loki’s son breaks up with you, his father has a tempting plan for revenge.

Pairing: Dilf Loki x F. Reader

Warnings: Toxic relationship. Mentions of you getting cheated on. Daddy Kink. Smut. 18+ Only. Minors DNI.

W/C: 1.4k

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Your relationship with Narfi had been rocky from the start. He was mercurial. You had to walk on eggshells just to keep him happy. Every time there was an argument, he mentioned how there was no shortage of women waiting to be with him. You were replaceable. He never let you forget it. Despite everything, you loved him.

On his best days, he was sweet, loving, Prince Charming come to life. You loved everything about him, including his family. His brother, Vali was the exact opposite. He was the perfect partner to his wife, Olivia. You couldn’t help your jealousy. He never fought with her or raised his voice, especially not in public. You weren’t sure he was even capable of losing his temper.

But where Narfi lacked manners, his father, Loki made up for it. He would always open doors for you, pull your chair out, refill your drinks, get you flowers on special occasions. He was always scolding Narfi for his treatment of you.

One night after a particularly heated argument, Loki told you that you deserved better than his son. Still you stayed in a relationship, you should have left years ago.

Tonight was the end of that, though. You had caught Narfi texting with another girl and from the conversation, you could tell he had been sleeping with her. When you confronted him, he broke up with you. He said that you were insecure and he he didn’t know why he kept you around so long. You had wore your sexiest dress for him tonight, and you still weren’t enough.

To make a bad situation worse, he did it in front of his family. Vali and Olivia tried to comfort you, but you were too shocked, too hurt. You couldn’t move. You just sat on the steps, your face in your hands, sobbing. They finally gave up and left for their apartment.

Loki let you cry in peace, busying himself by cleaning his house. You weren’t sure how long you’d been there, but you knew it was too long when Narfi came in with the woman he was cheating with. They both stared at you for a moment before walking passed you.

“You’re still here? She’s so pathetic.” He says making the girl laugh as they walk by. You rolled your eyes at the irony. He was calling you pathetic when he was so terrible with money that he couldn’t keep a steady job. He couldn’t afford rent or pay his bills so he had to live with his father.

Loki saw the whole interaction and came to check on you. He reaches his hand out to you. You take it, letting him lead you to the kitchen. “Dry your tears, sweet girl. I’ve told you, you deserve better.” You sniff wiping the tears from your eyes. “I know, I should have listened to you. Then I wouldn’t be in this mess.”

Your gaze lingers on Loki’s handsome features. You thought it was crazy that he had been single for so long. Part of Narfi’s appeal had been that he was almost as gorgeous as his father. You had hoped he would age like him too.

Dwelling in your heartbreak gave you time to think. You wished you had met Loki first. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t made yourself come to the thought of him more than once. His bedroom was beside Narfi’s. After having less than satisfying sex with Narfi, you would touch yourself thinking of him.

Narfi would take a shower right after, leaving you to take care of yourself. It wouldn’t take long for you to get yourself off when you thought of Loki next door. You always tried to be silent just in case he could hear you, but a few months ago his name slipped passed your lips. If he heard you, he hasn’t said anything or acted differently around you.

“You were too good for him. I raised him to be a gentleman, but obviously I failed there.” Loki’s voice clears your thoughts. You take his hand in yours to comfort him. “It’s not your fault he’s such an asshole. It’s silly, but I always wished he was more like you.”

Loki’s eyebrow quirks at your words. He cups your face, placing his thumb on your bottom lip. “I know the perfect way to get back at him.” Your eyes light up. You would love to get revenge for everything he had put you through. You knew Loki to be quite the trickster, so this should be good.

“We could sleep together.” He suggests as serious as a heart attack. “I don’t know. That’s a little inappropriate, isn’t it?” Loki leans against the table. He’s acting if what he’s just said isn’t ridiculous. “Darling, I can fuck you better than he ever could. You think I don’t hear you on the other side of the wall? I know he doesn’t fuck you right. And don’t pretend like you’re not attracted to me. I’ve heard you moaning my name while you touch yourself. What better way to get revenge than to fuck his father?”

He smiles at you in that way that makes him impossible to resist. He makes it very hard to argue with him. You clear your throat. “If I agree, would we tell Narfi?” Loki considers for a moment. “If you want to tell him, we will.” He smirks. “Or it could be our little secret.” You jump on the counter, beckoning him closer with your finger.

Loki takes his place between your legs, his eyes full of lust. “We will just keep it between us. I love that he won’t know. It makes this so much hotter. The knowledge that his dad made me cum, and he never could is the best revenge.”

Loki’s large hand rests on the back of your neck, bringing your face to his. His lips collide with yours. You feel his muscled back through his button up. Your fingers fumble trying to undo each button. You become frustrated, settling for pulling the material between your hands as hard as you can.

A few buttons spring free. Loki chuckles darkly. “Impatient, are we?” He removes his shirt for you. He brings his hands down to your thighs, eventually landing on your stomach. He pushes you gently laying you down on the cool marble of the high top.

“A delicious meal spread out for me on the counter. I have no choice, but to eat.” He lowers his head between your thighs, swift fingers pull your panties down your legs. He wastes no time. His warm tongue rolling in waves against your clit. You clutch his shoulders, moans falling from your lips.

He places his arms underneath you, tilting your hips upward. He sucks and nips at you until you’re an incoherent mess. He seals his mouth to your clit, the pressure causing you to come undone. He unbuttons his pants, his hard cock jutting outward. He lifts you off the high top, pulling your dress up for better access. He lines you up with his throbbing length. Loki sinks into you, backing you up against the stove.

His rough fingers dig into your hips as he lowers you back onto himself. He rocks into you harder now, basically using you as a fuck toy. Your back roughly hits the knobs on the stove. It hurts, but you don’t mind. All you can focus on is this force of a man, slamming into you.

He moves you toward the table, switching positions, so now he’s behind you. He spreads your legs wider, sinking into you from this new angle. His thumb finds your clit, strumming with expertise. You arch your back for him, throwing your ass back to meet every thrust.

He takes your hair in his hands, pulling harder with every lunge. “My precious little slut. Such a good girl for me. Tell me who you belong to.” He commands, circling your clit. The fire in your belly rising, bringing you closer to the edge.

“I’m yours, Daddy.” His movements are rougher now. He grips your hips harder pulling you back against him. His cock plunges deeper, hitting your sweet spot. You cry out. Your knuckles grip the edge of the table.

“That’s it, come for Daddy.” His finger swirls your slick bud with perfection in tandem with his large hand slapping against your ass. You shatter as he continues bringing his hand down against your soft flesh. He talks you through it like you always fantasized he would. “So perfect. You take me so well.”

You feel his thrusts grow sloppy and know he is close too. He stills, spilling inside you. His ragged breath tickling your neck. You lay there for a minute against the table with Loki still buried deep inside you.

You hear footsteps so you glance up. “You fucked my dad?!” Narfi exclaims, looking from you to his father, still buried inside you. “I always knew you were a dirty slut. This just proves it.” Narfi spits the insult at you, usually his words would sting. Now they don’t bother you at all. Loki looks at his son, smirking as he slaps you on the ass in front of him. “She was a good girl for Daddy.”

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[juneberrie]

I KNEW IT ౨ৎ ⋆ ｡˚ georgie cooper x reader

word count: 1.1k || masterlist

summary: georgie confesses his feelings on the swingset

author's note: if he needs a dog i can bark. (takes place in early season five ish + doesn't follow the plot cause i can't be bothered to rewrite this)

knock. knock. knock.

you waited outside of the cooper house, hands in your pockets. a few moments later, a young boy opened the door. he looked you up and down.

"um, hi! is georgie cooper here?" you asked, smiling at the boy.

he stared at you, before turning his head to the side. "georgie, theres a girl at the door looking for you," he called.

"a girl?" you heard a woman gasp.

georgie rushed into view, shoving the boy behind him. "hey, let's go!" he said quickly. the second he stepped a foot onto the porch, a woman came up behind him, putting a hand on his shoulder. he groaned.

"georgie," the woman smiled warningly, staring at him.

george shrugged her hand off and moved to stand next to you. "mom, this is y/n," he mumbled. "y/n, this is my mother."

"hi," you smiled, reaching out a hand to shake.

"well hello there," she replied. "you, uh, one of georgie's friends from school?"

"yes ma'am." you nodded. "we have math together."

the young boy poked his head out from behind his mother. "i'm in that class too."

"shut up, sheldon," georgie snapped. you swatted his arm.

"georgie, be nice," you scolded. he rubbed his arm, mockingly repeating your words.

"where are y'all off to?" mrs. cooper asked. she raised an eyebrow at her son.

georgie huffed. "mom. i'm seventeen, i dont nee—"

he was cut off by a piercing glare from his mother.

he groaned. "the park, now can we go?" he grabbed your hand, turning to leave. it felt like a swarm of butterflies were just released in your stomach. mrs. cooper cleared her throat.

you laughed and pulled georgie back. "the park just down the road from the elementary school, mrs. cooper."

she beamed at your politeness. "i like her," she told georgie, who's face flushed. "right, now, georgie, you make sure to walk this nice young lady home, alright?"

"i know, mom," georgie whined. "can we go?"

"fine," she said, huffing.

georgie grinned and started dragging you away, yelling out a "bye" over his shoulder.

you looked back and called, "bye, mrs. cooper! it was nice meeting you!"

᭝☆

as you and georgie walked to the park, he made it a point to always walk on the road side of the sidewalk. the two of you talked and talked, about school and work and movies and more, until you couldn't think of anything else to talk about. usually, you would've called into a comfortable silence, but today was different. it was too quiet, too tense. it was obvious there was something lingering between the two of you. as you walked, your hands kept brushing against each other, and you had to stop yourself from intertwining your hands.

the sun was setting as the two of you made it to the park, a slight chill settling into the air.

he sat down on the swing next to you, turning his head. light from the fading sun caught his eyes, turning their brown hue into a shimmering gold.

"so..." georgie started.

"so..." you replied, turning to look at him. your gaze flicked down to his lips and you looked away quickly. "that test in math was so hard. i definitely bombed it."

"right? i just put a/c/d/c for all the answer choices," georgie complained.

"like the band?" you laughed, toeing your shoe in the dirt under the swing.

"yeah, like the band," he chuckled. "either i put acdc or i just straight up didn't answer the questions."

you snorted. "im not surprised."

he put his hands up in defense. "hey, we already have a sheldon. don't need another smartass."

you rolled you eyes at your friend. "you could at least try," you said.

he hummed noncommittally in response. you could feel his gaze on you as he pushed his swing back and forth.

"i broke up with jana," he said suddenly.

"what?" you turned to look at him. he was still staring at you, the last of the sun's light casting shadows across the ground. "oh, georgie.. thats— i'm sorry," you offered as an attempt at comfort. you couldn't help the flutter in your heart.

"eh. 's alright. i'd been meaning to do it for a while, just... never found the opportunity."

"well..." the two of you spent a few moments in silence, trying to find the words to say. "i'm always here if you want to talk."

"thats... um, actually why i wanted to come here."

"oh?" you said, tearing your gaze away from him to push yourself on the swings. "why?"

"well, um. the reason i broke up with her is.." he paused, seemingly trying to gather his thoughts.

"you don't have to talk about it if you don't want to," you said.

"no, i want to." he kissed his teeth, staring off into the distance.

"y'know how sometimes, you're with one person but you're thinking about someone else?" he asked.

"mhm..?" you said, an inkling of an idea seeping into your mind.

"everytime i was with jana, i was thinking of someone else," he admitted quietly.

"really?" you glanced at him out of the corner of your eye and saw him nod. "who?"

he fell completely silent, digging the toe of his scuffed up sneakers into the dirt below him.

"you."

your heart stopped. you? you? this couldn't be happening. you had dreamed about this moment since the day you realized you had feelings for the brunette, but you had never thought he might feel the same.

"me?" you managed.

"you," he repeated. "y/n, you're the nicest girl i've ever met. you're funny, and sweet, and you're my best friend."

"you're also really damn pretty," he added.

"georgie.." the words you wanted to say were right on the tip of your tongue, but you couldn't seem to push them out. "i- i don't-"

he stood up from the swing, hooking his thumbs in his belt loops. "i get it if you don't feel the same. i just thought you should know," he mumbled, starting to walk away.

"georgie, wait," you said, quickly getting up from the swing. you tripped over a rock and stumbled forward, slamming into his chest. georgie's arms instinctively wrapped around you to keep you from falling.

"yeah?" he breathed out.

"i- i lo-"

your words were cut off when his lips found their way onto yours. the world seemed to stop spinning as georgie kissed you. it was just you and him under a vast expanse of stars and sky. he kissed you like he had been waiting for it his whole life, like you were some goddess he was worshipping.

when you finally pulled away, panting slightly, he was smiling down at you. "i knew it," he grinned.

"oh, shut up," you groaned, swatting his arm.

he laughed, kissing you again.

"i've loved you since the day i met you, y/n," he said when he pulled away. "i just didn't know how to tell you."

[zentraex]

Can I please request yandere cheater shoto x fiancé reader, where shoto cheats on the reader to spite his father. They are in a quirk marriage and shoto hates that despite the reader trying to be the perfect spouse for him as the reader does house chores and prepares his meals only for shoto to neglect them and coldly dismisses them.

Hi! So, thank you very much for your request! I actually had some big problems with the yandere-part, but I hope it still fits somehow.

Like always: English grammar is different than German grammar. Sorry for any mistakes. :)

Perfect Fiancé

You were the perfect fiancée...theoretically

A hard day full of work? No problem, you took all the things in the household for him.

A villain injured him? No problem, you knew immediately what helped for fast healing.

Shoto needed support in a battle? No problem, you were one of the best heroes.

Shoto needed love?

…

…

…

Your quirk was incredibly strong and quite adaptable. That was also the reason why Endeavour became aware of you. A few meetings with your parents, a few nice words and the matter was decided: you were to become Shoto's wife. 

You cried so much that day. At that time, you still had a boyfriend: the best of them all. He was perfect, no one knew you better than him. Who would have thought that you would ever have to part with him?

Not because of a fight.

Not because of fading love. 

And also, not because he cheated.

No, it was because of the decision of higher powers. 

But you were a positive person. 

Make the most of it! Maybe he's quite nice?

Scratch that!

He's the coldest person you know – but you have to get along with him... for your entire life. 

No matter how hard you tried to make life more comfortable for both of you, everything left him cold. You also had the feeling that he hated you more and more from day to day. 

You can feel it especially today...

"I made food. Would you like to come to the dining table?"

No matter how many times his words have hurt you, you always smile at him.

Without looking at you, he replies, "No, I don't want to eat your food."

Ouch.

Your sad gaze wanders to the food. You've been in the kitchen for for the last two hours, on your only day off.

"Are you sure? I put in a lot of effort today."

"No. I don't want to eat it."

He still doesn't look at you, but you can clearly read his annoyed look. Your heart bleeds.

Shit, it hurts so much.

What are you doing wrong? 

Nothing—it's just the fact that Endeavour chose you. Shoto is a defiant little kid and treats you that way for that only reason. Unfortunately, you just don't know...

"Don't you want to try it at least once?"

You immediately notice how the whole room temperature is getting cooler – but nothing beats Shoto's ice-cold gaze. He clicks his tongue and puts his phone aside, straightens up and looks you straight in the eye.

"Are you stupid?"

„W-What?“ 

Your heart pounds painfully against your chest as you look at him in shock.

This time he gets up, walks slowly towards you and stops just a few steps away from you.

"Are you deaf too? I said that I don't want to eat your disgusting food. Do you want me to repeat myself again?"

Tears gather in the corners of your eyes as you shake your head and look at the floor. 

"Why not so from the beginning?"

The corners of his mouth pull up to a mean smile. His gaze lingers at you for a few seconds before he turns away from you and leaves.

Your gaze wanders to the food that is even decorated to match Valentine's Day.

Does he really hate me that much?

Oh yes, you also realize why when you come home from work and hear another woman moaning in your room.

Yes, you and Shoto have separate rooms and he's doing it in yours. 

Crying, you put your things down and go out. Where?

Away, I just want to get away from him!

You don't even know where your feet are taking you. It's only when you realize you're standing in front of your beloved ex-boyfriend's apartment that you realize where you are. 

"Reader?" asks a male voice that you would recognize everywhere. Sniffling, you turn to him and are just happy to fall into his open arms. 

_

At first, Shoto grinned when he heard the door slam. It was exactly as he wanted it to be. Even if you weren't his dad, it still made him feel like he showed him. 

Today he is invited to dinner at Midoriya's. In a good mood, he gets into the car and drives off

…

He almost didn't recognize you as he drove past. You look like different person at the side of...

Who the hell are you?

You and your ex sit on a bench in the park while you eat your ice cream with a big smile and bright eyes. Shoto has never seen such an expression on you. Yes, you smiled, but it never reached your eyes. You always seem… lifeless at his side.

What is that?

His heart feels like it's tearing apart. Why does it feel like it's bothering him? Weird, he doesn't even like you at all...

 He couldn't enjoy dinner. His thoughts kept wandering to you and this uneasy feeling.

_

The next day, Shoto sat down with you at the dining table for the very first time. Far too focused on your phone, you didn't even notice him at first. It's only when he clears his throat that you look at him.

"Is anything?"

"How was your day yesterday?" 

Speechless, you blink a few times. It takes a while for you to process his question. Annoyed, your gaze turns away from him.

"Pretty good."

"Pretty good? You caught me cheating yesterday, how can your day be 'pretty good'!?"

Shoto chews angry on his lower lip as he looks at you with a boiling look in his eyes. All you can do is rub your temples.

"It's yesterday's horse face, isn't it? I'm your fiancé, not him."

Are you serious?

You suppress yourself from saying anything about it and look at him bored. This only seems to make him angrier as he walks to the door and turns his head towards you. 

"I forbid you to see him."

Before you can say anything, he already locked the door behind him.

[latenightdaydreams]

Hii!! Just a PS your stories are amazing and I read at least three of them a day. I was wondering if you could maybe do a part two for the vamp reader x König Story? Feel free to ignore.

Thank you!! Absolutely!

König x Vamp!Reader Part 2 (fem)

Part 1

MDNI🔞

Master List✍🏽

>cw: fem/afab, vampire, jealousy, p in v, blood

1.4k word count

🧛‍♀️

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König really couldn’t go without you. It’s only been one night and König is already planning on taking a quick trip to see you before he has to report in the morning. A sleepless night is worth just a short while with you. He packs a small bag and walks through the halls of KorTac in a rush to his car. Horangi spots him and smirks under his mask.

“Hey, where are you off to?” He asks now following König.

“Hey- uh. Back to Budapest.”

“Yeah? How did the club go?” Horangi takes long strides to keep up with König’s large steps.

“Good.” He answers shortly, not wanting to waste any time.

“Get bitten by any vampires?” There is a teasing tone in his voice.

“Sold my soul to one.” König turns his head to look down at Horangi. “I met a woman.”

“Oh? Well, have fun and be safe.” Horangi pats his back before backing off.

König sinks into the driver’s seat and speeds towards you. His fingers caress the bite marks that linger on his neck. It’s as if he is touching you and feeling you again. The closer he gets to the club, the more intense the fire in his heart burns with desire.

His car pulls into the parking garage, turning into the first open spot. He grabs the duffle bag from the back and pulls out an outfit to switch into. As he steps outside his car, he looks around to make sure no one sees him as he changes before rushing to the doors of the club.

The bounder looks König up and down, noticing the bite marks on his neck and smirks; stepping aside to let him and two women in. König’s eyes scan the club like a hawk trying to find you in the sea of people. A much taller blonde vampire approaches him, a beautiful man. He cups König’s face and flashes his fangs.

“Hello handsome.”

König gently removes the man’s hand. “I’m looking for y/n.”

“Oh, shame. She’s in the back, room 3.”           

König feels his heart drop when he says that. In a rush he pushes past others to get to the red velvet curtain. Room 3. For a moment he lingers outside of it, wondering what you’re doing on the other side of the door. His hand wraps around the knob and turns, it’s unlocked.

The door swings open and you’re there on the bed with another woman. You’re both naked and wrapped in each other’s arms, legs entangled as you drink from her neck. His stomach drops as he sees you with someone else in such an intimate way. He swallows hard and steps forward, closing the door behind him.         

“Have you come to join?” The woman asks König as she eyes him up and down.

“No, I’m here for her.” König says, his eyes never leaving your body.

You turn to face him with crimson stained lips pulled into a wide smile. Small drops of blood drip down your chin as you pull away from her. You stretch one of your hands out to hold König’s. His mind is a cloudy storm of mixed emotions; anger, rejection…arousal.

“König, you’re back so soon.”

König quickly walks to you and takes your hand. His eyes roam over the other woman’s body before looking back at you. “Who is she?”

“One of my donors.”

“One?” König reaches out to cup your face with his other hand, your gaze almost hypnotizing him.

“A woman has to eat.” You kiss his palm, listening to his heartbeat quicken as you do. “Do you want to join us?”

“No. I only want you.” König looks at the other woman not with lust, but with more of a possessive anger. “Bitte.”

You turn to look at the woman and she gives you a knowing nod as she stands up to get dressed. König’s hand drops from your face as you lean over to grab a tissue from the night stand to wipe the blood from your lips. The second the door closes you can hear his heart beat slow, his thoughts becoming calm.

“I wasn’t expecting you back so soon, König.”

“I can tell.” He says with an attitude as he begins to undress, his eyes roaming over your body with an insatiable hunger. “Do you have sex with all of your donors?”

“Only the hot ones.”

König lets out a soft growl as he stalks closer to the bed with only his boxer briefs on. In his mind, you’re his. He has never been one to share and just because you’re a vampire doesn’t make you an exception.

“I don’t like the idea of other people touching you.” König crawls on to the bed to join you, his erection straining hard against the soft black fabric.

“My kind isn’t known to be monogamous, love.” You roll on to your side, resting your body against his. Your hand runs down his abdomen, caressing the blond hair that covers him.

“I don’t like that…” König says with a deep sigh, your cold hand causing him to shiver. He places his hand on yours and holds it, squeezing it.

“I’ve been around longer than you’ve been alive, and I will be here long after you’re gone. It’s just not realistic.” You say softly, your dark eyes glistening in the low light and your scent lulls König into pure primal lust.

“But while I’m here, I’m yours.” König whispers as he leans in to kiss your lips.

You kiss back, moving your hand from under his to grasp his hard cock. A low hum leaves his lips as you do. He pulls back from the kiss to look down at your hand and then back up at you. Quickly, he pulls his underwear off and tosses them off the bed.

“I want to be on top.” König demands as he mounts you, pushing you back against the lush bedspread. You gaze up at him with a wide smile, exposing your fangs to him as he positions himself between your legs. Seeing you in bed with another person makes him want to claim you.

“I’m usually the one in charge.” You say with a smirk.

“Not tonight.”

He presses the tip of his cock against your entrance, your vagina already slick from your previous encounter. It only added fuel to König’s possessive side. His blue eyes lock with yours as he slips himself inside of you. A soft moan leaves him as his eyelids become heavy with pleasure. Your walls are so incredibly tight around the width of his fat cock, absolutely perfect.

“König, fuck me hard.”

With those words his hips pull back and thrust forward into you harshly, slapping his balls against your ass. Your slick gummy walls on his bare cock cause his head to drop lost in euphoria. He feels your hand caress his face, forcing him to keep eye contact with you.

“Your…so…beautiful.” He pants in between moans.

Only orgasmic sounds of pleasure leave your lips as your hands roam his body. The veins on his arms popping from how fast the blood is flowing through them, his heart pumping from the intensity of his motions. You crave sinking your teeth into him, tasting his candy sweet blood on your tongue.

“God yes, König.” You moan as you slowly grab his arms and lift it to your lips.

Your full lips press against his pulse beating quickly on his wrist. König watches you with an intense look in his eyes as you slowly open your mouth. Your dark eyes turn that mesmerizing red as your teeth sink into his wrist.

“Ah-” König groans as his thrust slows.

The imagery of his blood slowly dripping down the sides of your mouth only adding to this orgasmic experience. Your mouth is filled with his warm blood, the warmth spreading throughout you as it slips down your throat. With your other hand you drag your sharp nails along the skin of his side, his shivers in response.

“I want to be your only one.” He moans.

You pull away from his wrist, licking what continues to drip. “I’d drink you dry.”

“I’d die happily, please.” König’s head drops as another moan escapes him.

Your eyes meet his, you know that he is genuine. He is fully devoted to you, obsessed even. A small smile crosses your lips as you use your strength to dominate him, pushing him back and quickly getting on top. A light laugh leaves his lips, still not use to the strength you possess.

“You really want to be mine forever?” You ask as you begin to kiss along his chest, nipping lightly at his flesh and leaving small red marks behind.

“Please.”

[arcane-vagabond]

Scenario: the day after you get home from the hospital, a rude relative came to visit and told you they will hold your newborn while you clean up the mess (that wasn't there) in your house. Your husband handled the relative and kicked them out, as a good husband should.

I’m going with Jake again lol

“What are you…” Your voice trails off as another wave of exhaustion rushes over you. You still felt a little out of it despite having left the hospital over two weeks before. You’d always wanted to have kids, and it was a dream come true to finally be able to hold your son in your arms, but the sleepless nights were already starting to catch up with you.

You had asked friends and family for some time alone with your husband and newborn before allowing short visits, wanting to get acclimated to your new normal. Most everyone had been gracious and understanding. That was until Jake’s great-aunt Beverly showed up unannounced at your doorstep.

“Where’s the little one?” She squeals, pushing you aside and rushing into your home. It was by no means messy, but you hadn’t been able to keep up with the cleaning like you would have liked given your newborn.

Jake walks out into the living room where the two of you stood, grey sweatpants hung low below a white T-shirt and baby in hand. You were beginning g to wonder if your heart would ever not melt at the sight of your tiny baby in his strong arms. He rocked the baby gently, shushing him as he stopped short, eyes wide in shock.

“Aunt Beverly?” He frowned, glancing at you and then back. “What are you doing here?”

“I came to see the baby, of course!” She giggled, rolling her eyes as if it was obvious.

“That’s nice of you,” Jake said, frown pulling on his lips, “but we aren’t ready for visits just yet.”

“Nonsense!” Beverly laughs with a wave of her hand. “You two have had plenty of time! Besides, letting me have time with the baby will let your little wife catch up on the chores she’s been slacking on.”

Your heart drops, tears springing to your eyes before you could stop them. Beverly strides towards Jake, arms outstretched to take the baby, but Jake instinctively pulls him away, turning his back to provide a barrier between the two. His eyes caught yours, and a thunderous look spread across his face. Jade green eyes snapped towards the older woman.

“Aunt Beverly, you need to leave,” Jake growls, startling both you and Beverly.

“What?” She gapes, eyes wide in shock as Jake pushes past her to hand your son over to you. You take the baby, holding him close as Jake spins around.

“You. Need. To. Leave,” he spits, pressing a hand to the older lady’s shoulder and guiding her towards the door. Beverly is too shocked to protest, feet moving of their own accord.

“We’ll let you know when we’re ready for visitors,” Jake snaps, shutting the door and locking it behind him. You stand there dumbfounded as he walks back over to you, pressing a kiss to your temple as he gazes down at the baby.

“You’re gonna catch hell for that,” you mutter. Jake hums, squeezing your hip.

“Don’t care,” he mutters, kissing your lips this time and letting them linger. “Never liked her anyway.”

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