#he has a weirdo addiction

[greenvertumna]

I honestly could excuse the murder and cannibalism but would it kill Hannibal to be fucking normal-er with it

[gommyworm]

:^T

[bylightofdawn]

Today I forced myself to go through my comic trade paperback in an effort to thin it out so I don't have to move all these heavy fucking books in the near future. I was ruthless going through my old DC stuff. Got rid of prolly half of my DC books, majority of which is Batman related. I held onto my favorite books, mostly revolving around Batfam stuff and things like the Killing Joke and Death in the Family. Also I love the trashy Jason Todd comes back from the death era. I know it's shit, I know it's overhyped but I still love it. It's like peak trashy comics.

Then I got to my Flash comics and ahahahahahahahah I lost steam. I kept most of them. I love the Rogues and have all the major Rogues stories so those weren't going anywhere. I kept Flashpoint and stuff like that. And then I got to my Outsiders books and I was doomed. No one is going to read these books anyway. I think I'm the only person who loves the Dick and Roy lead the Outsiders 2.0 stuff. Or it feels that way. So I got through my DC stuff and prolly have half left. I was feeling good and like I could do this.

I ended up keeping all of my Transformers comics because...nostalgia. I prolly won't read them, I SHOULD get rid of them but I can't because it was such a huge part of my fandom background. And honestly? Early IDW Transformers kinda slaps.

Then I got to fucking Marvel. BRUH. I have an entire shelf of Avengers/Captain America/Excalibur/Daken/Dark Wolverine.

I got rid of 4 books, all of them random Civil War shit. I pulled the Avengers and saw Children's Crusade INVADERS/AVENGERS which is one of my ALL TIME FAVORITE SERIES. Because I LOVE the Invaders. They are my blorbos and that series plus Torch miniseries is just...ruins me for life. I'm about to go pull both of those and read them right now actually.

SO YEAH I failed hardcore. You expect me to get rid of the Brubaker Captain America run? Do you WANT me to cut off my arm and beat you with it?

The last shelf I haven't touched yet and I'm debating why even bother. It's got my old World of Darkness core books, my Halo comics and Star Wars comics. I'm not getting rid of ANY of those. SO what's the point? I think I might have some old Iron Mana and Thor stuff I have zero emotional connection to so I might be able to pulla handful of them.

So yeah, abject failure on my part but as a bonus, I want to go read my Invaders comics and then I'm going to pull out some of my old Rogues comics I think.

[noctishy]

Various doodles/shitposts of my SplatOCs from the past months

Main ones are the 4 mfs on the first pictures (names : Iori, Delta, Midori and Niko). There's my agent 4 and 8 ocs who briefly appears as well but they are less important (sorry. )

[tgcg]

happy day of egbert

CG: DON'T YOU JUST HAVE THE MANUAL SOMEWHERE?

TG: dude its the most overwhelmingly basic thing on the planet trust me i literally did all the other settings for you

TG: all you gotta do is point the thing at egbert

TG: half press to focus subject

TG: press down fully and bam done the shit is shot

CG: BUT --

TG: i know youre desperate for this to be rocket science but its genuinely like first grade biz i promise whatever pic you take is gonna be fine

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EB: yeah, come on karkat!

EB: i am only going to be the birthday bad ass for like, 24 hours total you know.

EB: longest birthday of my LIIIIIIIIFE. haha.

EB: oh hey, from one birthday-dooms day guy to another…

EB: i am pretty sure you understand the magnitude of what i just said!

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CG: OH HEY. FUCK YOU.

CG: I'M JUST ACCOUNTING FOR THE LITERAL FUCKING INEVITABILITY THAT WHEN I TAKE THIS PHOTO, SOME INSIDIOUS LITTLE KARMA GNOME WILL FROLIC ONTO THE SCENE IN AN UNBELIEVABLE STROKE OF LOATHSOME SERENDIPITY TO BURY ME IN 12 CUBIC METERS OF FOOL-GRADE FUCKING IDIOT POWDER.

CG: AT WHICH POINT ANOTHER HEFTY BOULDER WILL BE ADDED TO THE BULGING MACRO-BINDLE OF SHAME YOU PEOPLE HAVE FORCED ME INTO CARRYING MY WHOLE LIFE.

CG: SHIT, SOMEONE HAS GOTTA LOOK OUT FOR MY ASS.

TG: alright give us a sec

TG: huddle formation

EB: psssshhh, alright.

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TG: youre not gonna fuck this up

TG: your ass is completely secure dude

TG: i got the double foam padded booster seat and you know that shit is strapped on this 5mph drive through quaint ol piss-easyville

EB: you know if it really is so bad you can just re-take it, right?

EB: it is really not worth aggravationing your sponge over.

TG: 'xactly

TG: knights honor that shit isnt hooked up to my ishades and will not instantly forward me a copy in crisp HD of whatever blunder youre cooking in your beautiful nugbone

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CG: IT'S NOT JUST THAT.

CG: HAVEN'T I SHADOWED YOUR PHOTOGRAPHY SHENANIGANS LONG ENOUGH FOR YOU TO TOSS ME A GODDAM BONE?

CG: I MEAN. I FEEL LIKE I'M READY FOR THIS. I'VE BEEN PRIMED FOR THIS BULLSHIT FOR EQUINOXES AT THIS POINT, WATCHING YOU PRANCE AROUND WITH THIS FUCKING THING.

TG: woah wait youre legit into it?

CG: YES, I AM LEGIT FUCKING INTO IT.

CG: AND I KNOW IT HAS SETTINGS YOU'RE HIDING FROM ME. WHAT IF I WANT TO TAKE A BLACK AND WHITE SHOT, HUH? WHAT IF I WANT TO ADJUST THE "APERTURE" OR THE "EXPOSURE" OR SOMETHING.

TG: alright i dig the enthusiasm but maybe we can unwrap that shit when we dont have someone waiting for us

TG: i didnt know you were scoping photography man you shoulda said something!

CG: I WAS PLANNING TO! I DIDN'T ENVISION IT COMING UP SO FRIGGIN SUDDENLY MAN.

TG: i promise ill open the pandoras fuckin box of snap addicts anonymous afterwards alright

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CG: OK, FINE. BUT I AM HOLDING YOU TO THA --

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CG: HA HA EGBERT. VERY FUCKING FUNNY.

CG: FOR YOUR SAKE I SERIOUSLY HOPE THIS IS JUST AN EMBARRASSING NOSTALGIA-DRIVEN LAPSE IN HUMOR AND NOT A GENUINE ATTEMPT TO "PRANK" ME. I REALLY DO!

EB: huh? who is this "egbert" you speak of? i have never heard of such a character.

CG: OH, JUST THIS BULGECRUD-HUFFING IMBECILE THAT FALLS BACK ON SHITTY PRACTICAL JOKES SO PLAYED-OUT THAT THEY PHYSICALLY HURT TO BEAR WITNESS TO.

CG: MY LOWER JAW IS THREATENING TO REVERSE-DROP WITH ENOUGH VELOCITY TO BURROW DIRECTLY INTO MY THOUGHT SPONGE, KILLING ME INSTANTLY.

CG: SO EITHER GET SOME NEW MATERIAL OR GET ME TO THE EMERGENCY ROOM, YOUR PICK.

EB: damn, ok. that does sound like some pretty serious bullshit, but…

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EB: whoever that weirdo next to you is kind of seems like he needs medical resistance more than you do!

CG: WHAT

[noirsdoll]

fuuuck dad!Curly who keeps his precious little girl safe from everyone.. well, everyone but him

dad!curly headcanons if you can would be so good man…. theres a criminally low amount of him ugughgh and ddlg im melting

ikr!? there’s a criminally low amount of ddlg on this site in general like that is my bread and butter 🤕🤕 thank you for the ask nonnie!! cw for father/daughter incest, dubcon, and ddlg!!

his wife left him and you have no clue why, considering what a sweetheart he is. you never find out that the reason they divorced is cuz curly is a fucking weirdo and a full blown pervert.

curly tells nobody on the tulpar that you exist. you being his little secret is half the turn on. even though you’re an adult, he keeps you pure. the only one who gets to corrupt you is him.

curly does most of the stuff around the house. he’d just want you to cook because you’re too dumb to do anything else. he mostly just likes the way you look in an apron.

you’re none the wiser to everything he’s doing. you don’t have any friends, you just live in your shared house and wait for him to return from his freighting, this is all normal to you. all daddies treat their daughters like their wives.

yeah, he makes you call him daddy at your big age. well, he doesn’t actually make you, you think it’s normal, of course, but curly knows it’s not. he has to pretend he’s not stupidly hard every time you say it with your cute little giggles.

he keeps you in the shortest of skirts and the sluttiest of clothes too. he loves the view, obsessed with how your shirt stretches over your tits and how he gets little peeks at your panties when you bend over.

his nightly routine almost always includes fucking himself to you. especially on the tulpar. he’s just showing that he misses you. he’s done it so many times he can’t go back, the only thing that gets him hard now is you.

curly spends the longest time working up the courage to finally fuck you. he can make out with you no problem, but he draws the line at putting his dick in you, though he knows you want it just as bad as him. even if you don’t know what sex is cuz he’s kept you that dumb. you’re just innately a whore.

he plays around with you a lot, puts you over his knee for the dumbest reasons, kisses you stupid on random occasions. he keeps you in constant whiplash so that when he finally bends you over his desk and slides his cock against your slit, you’re ready for it.

this is completely novel to you, you didn’t know this was an option. and like a kid in a candy store, you get addicted to it. curly doesn’t mind, obviously. he’s happy to fuck your brains out any hour of the day, cooing abt how tiny you are and how well you’re taking it, because of course he’d praise his good girl.

[whatiswrongwithpeople]

I keep going over the world we knew (p.1)

a player 230/ Thanos/ Su-Bong x fem!reader fic

summary: “It had always been him and her against the world. But if you've been fighting against the world for years, how do you react when you suddenly realize that your best friend has become your world?”

warnings: none really except the usual Thanos/Squid Game stuff. Maybe slightly ooc Thanos? , Written in my notes app.

note: I am just SO in love with him and had to get this idea out of my head. I really hope you enjoy it and that there aren’t any major mistakes!! Also there will be a part 2, I am already working on it!

<3

Part 2

It had been years since Choi Su-Bong had seen her. But there she was, standing in front of him in the same cruel, soulless environment. Player 230—or Thanos, as he liked to call himself —had never imagined that his past would catch up with him like this. And most certainly not in this place.

Thanos shook his head, his purple strands bouncing with the movement. He had avoided thinking about her. Hell, he had worked hard to bury all the memories of their childhood, to force himself to forget. But there she was. [Y/N], looking just as he remembered—except colder, more guarded. Features, that were so soft in his memory, now hardened. Sparkling eyes that had haunted his dreams on more instances than he cared to admit, now dull. But all in all she still looked as angelic to him as she had back then.

When their eyes met, a brief, silent acknowledgment passed between them. [Y/N]’s gaze hardened immediately, keeping the mental wall she had put up years ago firmly in place. Thanos had expected this. He knew she would hate him. Hell, he had wanted her to hate him. But it didn’t stop the flash of regret from hitting him like a sucker punch to the gut.

For a moment, the air between them thickened, and he felt the tension. But Thanos—Su-Bong—quickly decided to ignore his feelings. He wasn’t one to get all sentimental. Not now, and especially not in front of all these people.

"Still playing the silent game, huh?" he muttered, head dipping in her direction. The tone in his voice was smug, as though none of this bothered him. "Some things never change."

[Y/N] didn't even flinch. She glanced at him for a moment, then turned her back to him, choosing to stand away from the others. Her silence was a warning, but Thanos wasn’t one to back down from a challenge. He watched her closely, trying to gauge her every move, convincing himself that it was for the sake of the games and all , but he knew this was different. This wasn’t just about the games he currently found himself trapped in. This was about the game he had been playing all his life, far more personal than any debts could ever be.

—-

The first game had passed and Thanos found himself behind the finish line. The gunshots, the chaos, the fear—it was all a blur inside of his high brain. But even in the midst of his rush, Thanos hadn’t been able to help himself but keep his eyes on her. [Y/N]. She had survived, sharp eyes calculating her every step. He was just about to make a cocky comment about her tactics when suddenly his mind wandered back to the past.

That one memory.

He had been younger, somewhat quieter. A boy with too many troubles and just as many questions. And [Y/N], she had somehow always been the answer. Even when he had found himself going down the dark path of addiction [Y/N] had been the only person refusing to abandon him. She’d spent hours keeping him company, sitting on his bedroom floor, his pills scattered across the floor between them. And no matter what bullshit he had managed to come up with, she had always been right by his side, smiling in that soft, teasing way that made him want to say something—anything—just to hear her laugh. Back then, there had been no fear, no weight of the world. Just the simplicity of two weirdos being together.

However, now, it felt like he had never known that version of himself. Su-Bong, the boy who didn’t have to push her away, the boy who never stopped smiling because of her. It had always been him and her against the world.

But if you've been fighting against the world for years, how do you react when you suddenly realize that your best friend has become your world? Unwilling to confront this question and the weight it carried, Su-Bong had ran from her, terrified of what he was feeling.

[Y/N] hadn’t known the truth. She still didn’t.

—-

The rest of the day went by in a blur and sooner than later the second game arrived. As [Y/N] and her team were making their way from mini game to mini game, Thanos observed her closely, pushing other players out of the way to crouch down at the very edge of the circular track. It was time for [Y/N] to succeed in her designated game, Gonggi. As she crouched down in front of the little table with the pebbles, her eyes quickly wandered to scan her opponents, but never once did they land on him. Thanos could see the determination in her face, the sharpness in her eyes, but there was something else. It wasn’t just the game she was playing—it was him. She was avoiding him. And he hated it.

As Thanos took his place at the inner edge of the circle, [Y/N] could feel the pressure of the game weighing on her heart. The memory of that game, their shared past, gnawed at her. She didn’t understand why but all of sudden it felt just like yesterday that she had been sitting across from Su-Bong on the wooden floor of his childhood room. Even though [Y/N] had never directly stopped him from using drugs, she had always worried about the -now purple haired- boy.

Back then he had the careless habit of messily scattering his pills on the floorboards between them, claiming it to be “for the sake of transparency”. And so, in her own twisted way of taking care of him and keeping him away from over-consumption , [Y/N] eventually started playing Gonggi with the pills, establishing the rule that Su-Bong could only continue his consume if she lost. She never lost once.

Shaking her head to get rid of the memory, [Y/N] prepared her pebbles, her fingers swift and precise. Thanos , who had been reaching for his cross necklace, slowly tucked it back under his shirt as watched her carefully from his spot. "You’re still as good as you were," he shouted, his voice booming. However, [Y/N] didn’t look up. Her focus never wavering.

"Don’t talk to me, Su-Bong," she replied flatly, her voice colder than it had ever been.

That hurt.

It shouldn’t have or at the very least he should have expected it. He wasn’t someone who allowed emotions to control him, but there was something about her rejecting him—like a door slamming shut , shutting him out from everything they had been—that made him freeze. For the briefest moment, he wanted to reach out. To break that wall she had so meticulously built. But he didn’t.

Instead, he gave a half-hearted chuckle, leaning back with his usual arrogance. "Fine. I’ll just watch then. It’s not like I need to be nice to you to survive this."

As her hand caught the pebbles in the final move, [Y/N]’s eyes shot up at him, sharp as ever. "Keep thinking that, Su-Bong," she snapped, her voice cutting through the air. "Because this isn’t about who can survive. It’s about who’s willing to lose everything for a game. And I’m not sure you're ready for that."

[changisworld]

A helping hand

Felix x f!reader

Word count:6,227

Summary: Felix is addicted to masterbating & also sex. But despite his addictions, he hasn’t got laid in over a year & has to use his hand but he has now gotten bored with it. He has tried different toys, DIY tricks etc but it’s just not the same, so he caves in one night & signs up to one of the “single ladies in your area” adverts out of complete desperation after clicking on it by accident. not thinking in case he gets a million more porn viruses, but he ends up talking to someone he thinks is even more attractive than him, you.

->Authors note at bottom!

18+ MDNI, SMUT WARNINGS BELOW THE CUT.

©ANY translation, copy & paste, posting of my work is strictly forbidden for ANY posts/ writing i post.

main masterlist here

SMUT WARNINGS: NEEEEDDDDYYY felix, felix cums a LOT& i mean a LOT, multiple orgasms(both rec), switch reader, switch felix, spit, oral (both rec), 69, facesitting, ball sucking, slliiiiggghhhtttt anal play(felix rec), body worship, squirting, hair pulling, very brief masterbating, slight overstimulation, cum eating, creampie, tiniest bit of dirty talk, praise, finger sucking, aftercare is mostly off screen! 90% smut 10% plot (sorry nawt sorry)

Felix has been scrolling through pornhub & also twitter for hours. He has gotten two hundred pages down into pornhub & can't help but grumble to himself, his cock red & angry now resting on his lower stomach, a few, small ropes of cum spread across his abs & for him, that's nothing.

He scratches the underside of his cock with his nails in a slow motion, trying to give himself a tiny bit of stimulation.

He keeps aimlessly scrolling through the pages upon pages of videos but he is barely even reading the titles, his eyes getting bored & he ends up focusing on the bunch of stupid adverts at the top of the page & he watches the same clip replaying over & over & he clicks on the video right below the advert a second later, the thumbnail catching his attention for the first time in forever.

The video takes a second to load & another advert comes up & he sighs, before realising it's the same advert from the top of the screen. He goes to press the 'skip advert' button but accidently clicks on the actual advert & it takes him onto a website.

He goes to just click off of it, but something... someone catches his his eye.

The website is styled like an early 2000's porn magazine, pictures of women with descriptions below, a small text box beneath each where you can leave your own message for the women to get back to you.

He decides to just scroll down a few, when a specific girl stands out to him, a girl called y/n. In the picture given, you're wearing a lacey black bra & panties set, your body & face on full display.

He takes a brief look at your description: "*YOUR AGE*, no hard no's, feel free to message me, I won't bite unless you ask me to<3" & Felix feels almost compelled to text you. He signs up to the website, not even bothering to think if it's a scam website & could steal all his information before setting his profile picture, his name, age & bio up before sending you a message.

Felix's description: "Into absolutely everything. I dom & sub, I'm not picky!:3 You name it, I'm into it!" He decides to keep it short, not wanting to add too much in case with his luck, one of his friends, almost as desperate as he is, coming across his account somehow.

Felllx2000: Aren't u too pretty to be here?

Felix texts you, not wanting to sound like a weirdo, he goes to click out of your name & scroll further down the site when he sees a speech bubble at the bottom of the screen, you already typing back.

You: Shouldn't I be asking you the same? you look so innocent, what you doing on here? Felllx2000: looks are deceiving then lol, i'm anything but that:3 You: I seen your bio, you seem like fun, whats brought you here? Felllx2000: came here on accident lol but i dont regret it now, do u have any more pics of u?? You: aww you're just a cutie<3 ofc I do, I'm supposed to make you pay for images since only the texting part is meant to be free but you're just a beautiful boy so one wont hurt. You:Imag.ddxi41g

Felix's eyes widen at the image, you're posing in the mirror in another set of lingerie, this time a hot pink set, making your curves look as good as possible, your hand cupping the bottom of one of your tits & you are sticking your tongue out.

Felix's cock jumps up from his stomach for the first time all night & a few of his fingers reach down to fondle the tip of his dick, eyes narrowing slightly at the sensation.

Felllx2000:can i be a beg & ask for another? ur so hot it hurts You: You're really a desperate boy aren't you? Why not you send me something of you first n i can decide if i'll send anything else ;)

Felix reads this & is instantly flicking onto his camera roll & selecting multiple photos of himself, photos of his aching leaky cock, photos of his abs & even a full body shot before sending it.

You, on the other side of the phone, your jaw drops when he sends the photos & the sleep clothes you're wearing all of a sudden feeling far too tight on your body. You go back into your camera roll & dig out a pussy picture, your fingers in a 'V' shape, spreading your hole & your clit visible, a shimmer noticeable, the photo taken after you did a private show for another texter (you made over £950 that night) since you were a bit too sleepy to take a brand new picture since it's 2am for you both.

Felix's cock pulsates, this being the first time he's actually received nudes for the first time in months & he begins to actually jerk off into his hand, all of a sudden he is actually getting the tiniest bit of sensation to his cock as he admires the photo.

Felllx2000: y/n ur making me nuts holy shit You: Feelings mutual sweetie, u jerking off for me? Felllx2000: thats a silly question of course i am, wish it was you though</3 You: you gonna cum just from a few pictures hmm? why you so needy? do you not get female attention, pretty? Can I ask what your body count is gorgeous? with a face like that you can easily be married by now. Felllx2000: noooo;( my hand doesn't bring me anything good, want someone else, want u. It's 3, I just dont get the chance! im good in bed though, id luv to prove it! ;0 You: Your neediness turns me on so much babe, what is it you want me to do to you? I want to kiss your pretty face off n ride you till you cry, your cock is so beautiful, so pink

You can't help but smile at your screen & you shut your phone off & you crawl out your bed & hop in the shower, taking the extra time to use extra body scrubs & scents as you feel a bit nervous of what you are gonna do, in the meantime, felix has began blowing up your phone.

Felllx2000:Want u to wrap ur lips around me so much;( want to fuck u so bad, i can last so long y/n, u have no idea Felllx2000: would let u wrap ur thighs around my head, pull my hair, i can be so good for you if u want me tooooo<3 Felllx2000: where u gone?:( did i scare u? im sorry, u dont need to respond.

You hop out the shower & dry your hair as quick as you can & you lift your phone that's half hidden in your bedsheets & you see the messages he sent & your eyebrows furrow a bit.

You: Don't be so silly, nothing that comes from your pretty face could scare me. You free right now?

Felix opens that text almost instantly & his eyes instantly widen, his hand freezing on his cock as he just stares at the words.

Felllx2000: I am why? you sound nearly as desperate as me

You: Well if you're really that desperate for me, we can exchange numbers & talk more n meet up hmm? & don't get cheeky lmao, calling me desperate compared to you! silly silly but i wont deny it;)

Felllx2000: right now? it says we are 6km apart so i can pick u up? or when? idk i dont do this idk how to acttt, you're making me blush You: Sounds fine hunny, we need to switch app because if we somehow get caught n you didnt pay id get in shit lmao, we arent allowed to meet people irl but theres just something about you, gimme your number pretty please

Felix springs up in bed & sends you his number quicker than you can blink & you text his number & he replies just as quick & his heart is racing at the thought... he's maybe gonna actually hook up with someone???

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You both decide to text for a few days, mostly to secure your own safety in a way & you facetimed once or twice, which actually ended up in phone sex both times & you now discovered it's a huge kink of yours.

You have mostly been waiting on Felix to get more comfortable as you can tell he is the more nervous one, unsurprisingly, but tonight is the night.

You've learned a few things about Felix, one of them being when he told you his name, but he also pretty much explained to you his... addiction & you'd be lying if you said it didn't turn you on but also scare you slightly, what if you genuinely can't please him? you've never met anyone from the site in real life & you can't help but get butterflies knowing you're hooking up with felix tonight, possibly the hottest guy you've ever spoken to point blank.

Felix texts you to tell you he is on your way, both of you deciding to meet at your house since his small, man cave, standard gamerboy slightly messy apartment who he shares with his roommate Changbin is home.

You light a candle in your lounge area & put a loose top & sleep shorts on top of your chosen set & you put on the tiniest bit of makeup, still wanting to look good for him despite it being close to 1am.

⭑･ﾟﾟ･*:༅｡.｡༅:*ﾟ:*:✼✿　　✿✼:*ﾟ:༅｡.｡༅:*･ﾟﾟ･⭑

You hear a few knocks on your door twenty minutes later & you feel your heart coming out your throat but you do your best to swallow it as you waltz your way to the front door, putting on a brave face, taking a deep breath before opening it.

Felix & you both look at each other & smile, Felix wearing a pair of grey sweatpants & a matching hoodie, his blonde hair slightly messy. You whisper a 'hi' to one another, being quiet to not let the words echo in the apartment stairway, before you move aside for him to enter.

You shut the door behind him & you instantly flip around to look at one another again.

"Surprised you actually showed up, do you want a drink or anything?" you ask, giving him a smirk as you close the distance between you both & tease him by taking his hand in yours & guiding him to the living room, plopping him down on the couch, but he pulls you down with him.

"I'll drink later, c'mere." he remarks as he helps you onto his lap so you're straddling him & his lips lock with yours instantly, the kiss full of need from the both of you, you realising you've been lacking physical touch a fraction of the amount Felix has been.

His hands trail down to your waist & then ass, kneading it like a cat in his short fingers as he helps you begin grinding your hips against him & you can already feel his cock hard beneath the layers of clothes, making your eyebrows furrow.

You take the initiative & you begin poking your tongue through his puffy pink lips & he groans into it, the pair of you both now exchanging spit, the noise of your lips smacking together ringing through both of your ears.

You wriggle your fingers through his hair before you pull back on it, pulling his lips away from yours & he lets out a deep groan before you look at him, a mischievous look on your face before you lean down slightly & begin kissing his jawline & neck, using your teeth to nip at it, making him roll his hips onto your covered crotch, his hands fighting the urge to dig his hands past the waistband of your shorts.

You wriggle your hips slightly backwards to make more room for you to kiss his neck & your hands below his hoodie & you quickly make the note that he has no shirt beneath the hoodie he is wearing & you graze your fingers over his solid abs.

"& you said I was the desperate one, can I take these off?" he groans, his voice raspy as he tries to sound fully composed but failing. You lean back enough & raise your hips enough to wiggle off the shorts he was referring to, giggling as his eyes become glued to your covered core.

"Don't get cheeky Felix, you're the one pawing at me." you giggle as you pull his hoodie off his frame, leaving him naked on the top half & you basically naked on the bottom half.

You usher Felix to lay flat on the couch & you climb back on top of him & you plant some kisses on his now naked chest & you take one of his pretty, dark nipples in your mouth & you lightly bite, making him wince at the feeling has he keeps jerking his hips upwards, seeking even a tiny bit extra friction, which you decide you'll give him.

You give him a look as your fingers are playing with the drawstrings on his joggers & he just nods, giving you a non verbal sign that you can take them off, & you do, Felix raising his hips just enough for you to fully pull them off his milky coloured legs.

You hum in approval at the bulge in his underwear, the front part completely soaked with precum & you make quick progress of pulling his boxers off to, leaving him feeling desperate & he hums at the cold air hitting his wet tip, his cock harder & more leaky than it has been in his whole life.

"I thought nothing got you to orgasm anymore but your pretty balls look as if they're about to explode." you quip & he covers his eyes with his arm momentarily out of slight embarrassment.

"That's only when it's me, when it's you in front of me why would anyone be surprised." he squeaks, his stomach lurching forward as you take his pretty, boyfriend sized, chubby cock in your hand & hold it with a firm grip, using your thumb & index finger to pinch lightly at his piss slit, watching his cock leak precum like a broken faucet.

"What is it you're wanting Lixie, hmm?" you question, your hand painfully slowly jerking him off, more precum dripping every time your hand moves. "Tongue, please?" he pleads, his puppy eyes looking down at you & as much as you want to drag it out, your willpower already completely out the window & you chuckle at his desperate face before you ingulf his tip past your lips.

You use your hand to keep jerking off the base of his cock, his trimmed, straight pubes tickling the part of the hand that is grazing them & your other hand slithers down the extra tiny bit before you cup his balls, rolling them in your fingers & the moan the man under you lets out a load whine.

You swirl your tongue around his tip before sinking down his now completely soaked with spit cock, your drool dripping onto his balls, giving him goosebumps. You quickly come up for a breath & spit out the gallons of drool that hasn't been pushed out from his cock pistoning into your mouth & you take this opportunity to suckle on his balls, pulling on them with your lips gently, making Felix squeal as you continue rolling the other half in his hand. You catch your breath back as much as you can while doing this then you pull your lips off his balls & blow some cold air on them, making his cock twitch in your hand, before returning it into your mouth.

His hips jerk up on accident but when you moan around his cock, sending vibrations up his spine, he begins to thrust shallowly into your throat & you gurgle around him, your eyes not breaking eye contact with his, not even an ounce of embarrassment in your face despite the mess.

"Gonnagonna cum, d- you're so good." he groans as his hair begins sticking to his face as his eyes struggle & then failing to keep his eyes open as his tip spills ropes of cum out of it & landing right into your throat & you moan around his cock, moving your head up so you're only suckling on the tip as you swallow four separate mouthfuls of his orgasm & you can feel the wetness almost leaking out from your panties.

You pull fully off his dick & you aren't even that surprised that his cock is still completely hard. You open your mouth to make fun of the fact but Felix cuts you off by pulling you up towards him so you are now sat on his lower stomach & pulling your shirt off your head, leaving you in just your set & felix whines at the sight.

"Need to eat you out, I'm genuinely dying to taste you." he states as he pulls on the tiny tiny waistband of your thong & you just giggle at his words & crawl up his frame even more so your cunt is right above his face & he looks up at you with his jaw slightly open & his eyes watering.

"Really Lixie? I'll give it to you because I pity your desperation." you say, slight attitude & sarcasm in your voice as you lower yourself onto his face, your panties still covering where you both want to see & feel the most.

Felix begins to kitten lick your clit over your panties & he hums to himself at the tiniest faint taste of your juice that's seeping through your underwear & you purr at the sensation, trying your hardest to not begin grinding against his face, but when he is now pushing & pulling on your waist, you do just that.

Felix decides that your underwear is now soaked through enough with his own saliva & gets one of his small fingers & he pushes your panties to the side & he lets out a pitiful gasp.

"Your cunt is so pretty, it's soaking, shit." he murmurs, more to himself than he is to you before he digs in, pulling your body onto his face as much as he possibly can as he licks a long, wide strip up your entire cunt before settling his tongue on your puffy clit, suckling on it as if his life depends on it & you can't help but hiss at the pleasure.

He laps his tongue in tiny circles around your button as he sucks at the same time, making you feel as if you are on cloud nine. "No way this-you're this good if you're as inexperienced as-as you made out to be." You stammer, your eyes scrunched shut & your head raised up at the ceiling as your fingers find their way to his hair to tug on it, making him jerk his hips & whimper into your cunt.

He moves one of his hands from your waist & gives your ass a quick but harsh spank, making you jerk as forward as you can with his grip still holding you in place as his hand makes its way down to where his mouth is & he enters two fingers into your dripping hole & your stomach lurches & your body slightly curls forwards & you find balance in Felix's hair & he honestly has no issue with the way you are pulling on it, moaning back into your cunt which shoots right through you.

"Gonna c-cum, wait." you force out before you use all your strength to raise yourself off his completely soaked face, his lips red & puffy & his hair all dishevelled & you boop his nose, giving him a small smile through staggered breath as you do your best to flip your body around so you're now facing the rest of his body & Felix lets out a groan before pulling you back down onto his face, him already addicted to your taste & can't go s minute without it.

You grind down on his face, the bottom part of your pussy lips hitting against his nose, making you purr. You fully open your eyes & notice there's a puddle of cum on his abs, even whiter than his skin. "You c-came untouched, I'm fla-flattered." you blabber as you reach out for his cock & begin to jerk it, obviously still hard despite a second orgasm.

Felix chuckles into your cunt & his ears go a slight shade of red, a bit shy at how quickly you have managed to make him cum in such a small amount of time. You put the tip of his cock past your lips & hollow your cheeks, swirling your tongue as best as you can as your mind is going fuzzy by now.

You hum at a mixture of the taste of precum & also at the feeling Felix is providing you & you can feel your orgasm slowly bubbling up so you coat your finger in your own spit before you begin lightly pinching his balls, making him whimper into your cunt & he detaches himself from your pussy momentarily.

"Fingers, fingers y/n p-please., fingers." he squeaks to you, his voice completely blown out before he gets back to what he was doing, his brain running at a million miles an hour & his tongue moving even quicker, because despite the lack of women he has been with, he knows how to eat.

He latches his lips & tongue onto yours & suckles as he worms his tongue into your hole & your legs begin to shake & you take a second to compose yourself after listening to his words & you use the hand that was just jerking off his soaking cock & switch it to your other hand & you use your now shiny hand & you roll it down towards where he was asking, making sure to put a bit extra pressure on his balls as you drag it down.

You use your index finger & swirl it around his pucker & Felix lets out a squeal at the feeling & his dick twitches in your mouth & his hips buck up slightly making you gag but you don't pull off. As he does this, his teeth accidentally clamp down slightly on your pussy lips & that plunges you to your first orgasm of the night & your hips completely raise off his face from the overstimulation as your orgasm squirts out of you, soaking his face & hair, dripping off onto your now wet couch & he has to forcefully kickstart his brain & pulls you off his cock as your body stops tensing up so much.

"S-sorry, didn't know I c-could even do tha-" you whimper, panting. "Heyyyy don't apologise, that's the hottest thing I have ever ever seen." Felix cuts you off before he kisses you, your own orgasm now transferring onto your face & you groan into his lips at such a dirty yet hot act.

"You wanna keep going? We don't need to or anything, no pressure!" He blabbers out, glossy eyes looking into your completely blown out ones. "You can actually keep going? I'm surprised, follow me." You respond, giving him a cheeky smile as you use all your strength to properly balance yourself as you stand up & take Felix's hand, giggling as you lead him across your vanilla smelling apartment, the naked, cum soaked & sweaty blonde following your lead, letting his other hand wander over your frame, holding your waist & giving your ass a spank.

Felix kicks the bedroom door shut behind him, only taking a second to admire the decorations in your bedroom before he is plopping you on the bed & getting on top of you, his hand resting on the bed beside your head as he uses his other hand to start toying with your clit gently, not wanting to overstimulate you too much & your hips thrust towards his fingers on instinct.

"Put it in, Felix, please, want it inside." you purr, your hand grazing over his abs with your nails before grabbing onto his still hard cock & pumping it slowly, it still being wet with your spit & his hips jerk into your hand, a growl coming from his chest, spit almost leaving his lips.

"Really? Your cunt seems more than happy with just my finger, soaking for me." he smirks as he bites his bottom lip, trying to not let his own moan slip out from how turned on he actually is as he speeds up his motion on your clit in a messy manner, the wetness making his fingers slightly slip. "Please Lix, don't you want it?" you ask as a rhetorical question as your breath is staggering, trying to get more friction from his small fingers & Felix chuckles lightly as he begins blushing.

"You got a con-" "just use it without, I'm on the pill, promise." you speak up, a convincing look in your eyes. Felix nods & tries to compose himself with the nerves, honestly scared if he is gonna cum almost instantly.

He spreads your legs a bit further with his knee as he leans backwards on his knees, his cock poking the inside of your thigh as he kisses the parts of your legs he can reach while you're holding them & you melt into his kisses. "You're so pretty, want you to myself." he murmurs, mostly to himself but he doesn't take his eyes off yours & your ears turn as red as your cheeks.

"Then take me, I'm waiting on you." you remark, biting your lip as you smile up at him, silently praying his cock will slip inside you & not just poke against it. Felix's freckles become surrounded by a rosey colour & he moves his cock with his hand & drags it up & down your folds, making you both sigh in contempt.

You can both hear the light squelching sounds as his cock grinds through your wetness & it bumps against your clit every time his cock moves, making you grow beyond impatient & you reach down to try nudge his penis but he swats your hand away before you can reach it.

"Don't be so pushy, I'm about to cum as it is." he half jokes & you giggle at his words & he returns the action as he lets a glob of spit fall directly onto your cunt & it clenches around air as it dribbles down your clit & Felix sighs to himself at the sight as he pumps himself few times, slowly before he aligns himself up & slowly pushes himself inside until his balls hit against your skin & he whines as he feels your warmth, taking in the feeling of how tight & wet you still are despite an orgasm.

Your toes curl as he buries himself to the hilt, him filling you in such a delicious way, not too deep that it's uncomfortable but you can still feel it already snuggled up against your G-spot & you're honestly surprised he hasn't came yet with how desperate he's been all night.

"You're filling me up so well Lixie, m-move please." you plead & Felix has to take a moment to collect himself, he is honestly shocked that you have lasted this long, usually, the very few girls he has been with & his one short term ex would be falling asleep after giving him one orgasm or two maximum, not letting him to fully ever tire himself out so for someone he has met online only no longer than ten days ago who is actually able to keep up with him, he thinks it's a complete match made in heaven & he thinks his endless prayers have been answered.

Felix holds his breath as he moves his hips backwards before pushing back in, watching your face before picking up the pace. "Y-you look so pretty, p-perfect tits." he babbles as he stares at them, his eyes switching between your face & your boobs bouncing with each thrust, his lips parted & also shiny with his spit from where he has been constantly licking at them, his bottom one a bit redder than the top from where he has been nibbling at it all night.

"Go harder, p-please, you're s-so beauti, fuck." you stutter, your fingers reaching to pinch your nipples, your eyes going cross eyed, your pussy completely gushing wetness around Felix's base, clenching uncontrollably.

Felix growls at your words as he picks up his pace & he lets out a high pitched squeal as he pulls out & cums, it landing all over your lower stomach & a few drops landing just under your tits.

Felix pants & you remove one of your hands from your nipple & drag it down to smother the tip of your fingers in his orgasm & you hold it up to his lips & he looks down at you, a devilish look in his eyes as he opens his mouth that tiny bit extra to accept your fingers & you both hum in unison as he swallows around your fingers, letting out a hum of satisfaction.

You both don't break away eye contact as you flip you both over so you're now straddling him & Felix realises he is actually getting softer after orgasms & he basically has heart shaped eyes. "Still hard? You really are inane, match made in heaven." you purr, slightly repositioning so your bare cunt is resting on his slightly softened cock, but it really doesn't take long for it to get hard enough again as your pussy snuggs itself right on top of it.

"I told you I can go all night, You're just too good." He replies, his blonde hair wet with sweat & sticking to his pretty face & you hum at his words. "Do you think you can handle one more, hmm?" you ask, already reaching back to fondle his balls again & he nods instantly, his facial expression going back to a needy, desperate one straight away & you can't help but giggle as you pick up his pretty, red cock in your hand again before sinking back down onto your new favourite thing you've ever touched or saw.

You sink back down until your bodies fully connect & a shiver shoots up your spine & you let out a broken hum as you use whatever strength you somehow have to begin moving your hips in a comfortable way as you begin bouncing, laying your hands on Felix's abs for support, not failing to admire how good they look & feel.

"Holy shit, like-just like that y/n, why are you s-so good, shoulda met way-s-sooner" he rambles as his hands become restless, dragging over your ass, tummy, waist, tits & he drags his fingers over your nipples, making you hiss at the feeling.

"Cum with me, mkay? Paint me inside too, dare ya" you cry, your eyes struggling to stay open as you have to physically stop yourself from flopping forwards but its no use as he latches his arms around your back & pulls you towards him & plants his feet to the floor & uses the rest of his little energy to begin fucking up into you at a harsh pace, making you squeal.

You unbury your face from his neck & you lock lips with him & you both exchange drool, it having a slightly salty taste from his own cum he suckled from your digits just a few minutes ago as felix starts to rub over your left nipple, pinching it & it makes you yelp.

You begin clenching uncontrollably & you start to struggle to kiss him back & your legs begin to feel like jelly & start to give out & if it wasn't for felix basically holding you in place you wouldn't even be moving. "F-felix, fuck, yes! go'n cum, s-so-too good" you wail, your eyes scrunched together as you break your lips apart due to none of you actually being able to breathe, both of your lips a way darker shade, your lips & chins covered in each others drool by this point.

"Cum inside? It's comi-coming, s-shit, you g-gonna take it all?" he stutters, his brain trying its hardest to float away & he is basically forcing himself to keep even a single thought inside. "yes, please, please pl-please! I'll be so good, keep it in for you, c-can eat it out me later" you respond, your pussy dripping a white ring around his base, soaking his pubes.

"G- such a good g-girl, it's c-coming, cumming." He screeches in s raspy voice & as his cock pulsates in you as his balls drain that little bit extra & as you feel another few thick ropes up into your cervix, your own orgasm pours over you like a bucket of cold water & you let out a shriek as your entire body begins shaking in his hold & you throw your head against him & you bite into his shoulder, making him whine as his hips slow down.

You both stay like this for a minute, just catching your breath back for the most part, but you can't really help but enjoy listening to his heart racing inside his chest.

Felix slowly pulls his now actually softening cock out of you, a few droplets of both his cum & your own wetness dripping back onto his pelvis & he wraps his arms around you but then moves them down to his sides. "Are you sue you wanna hug? I-i don't need aftercare if you don't wanna do that, I know it was just casual sex." he says in a soft voice, sounding a bit upset despite trying to sound casual.

You pick your head up & look down at his pretty face & see the slight pout & confused look on your face & you 'tut' at him jokingly before you wriggle your hand under his neck & rub your nose against his neck. "Don't be so silly, Lix, i'll not just leave you after you just had four orgasms, I'll get you some water n stuff once my breath is back." you reply, weaving the hand that's resting under his neck into his soft but wet hair & fiddle with it in your fingers.

Despite you not being able to see it, Felix can't help but smile at your words as he returns his arms around you & relaxes a lot more. "You're a softie, who woulda thought. I've never had anyone or anything make me actually fully enjoy an orgasm until tonight, I'm actually drained for the first time ever." he chuckles & you can't stop yourself from softly giggling. "Glad to hear, I'm actually exhausted though so we aren't going again till I get feeling back in my body." Felix simpers at your words & nods his head.

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Felix doesn't stay the night, him not wanting to overstay & you not knowing if you should ask him or not, thinking it was too intimate to do so.

Felix leaves after another hour or so, you fed him some cereal as it was all you could be bothered to make & you gave him a bottle of water & he dug through your drawers to find some sleep clothes & helped you clean up with a damp towel from your bathroom.

You both agreed to stay in contact with each other, for sexual reasons... obviously, but you both start sending each other memes, random photos of things Felix bakes, pretty flowers you walk past on your way to work & so on... that's how its all started for you both.

A/N: I think I liked the idea of this more than it actually turned on so I'm sorry if I haven't done this as much justice as I could have done, I've been going through a lot lately with a lot of personal issues & I got admitted so I'm also sorry for not being active, I'm gonna get back on track soon enough. I have a lot of requests & I am trying to get around to them so please just be patient, feel free to send me thoughts/asks but thoughts get published first since they're a lot smaller. I hope you all enjoyed this piece though if you've reached this far<3

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some nsfw-ish hcs? imagines ? for Death Note characters. minors don't read please.

tw: possible OOC, monsterfucking (with ryuk ofc), Light is a brat and a bit submissive , mention of spanking, L is a massive virgin, slight manipulation.

Someone really needs to grab Light by his hair and just spank him so hard that his bottom half will be red, and it's so painful to sit :(. Don't think that's what he usually lets anyone do; I don't even think he will even consider giving permission to do this to someone he loves or considers a tiny bit equal to him. This man only understands fear, and when he knows that he is cornered and actually has to appear submissive and play dumb to save his life, he will cooperate and bite his lip hard enough till it bleeds so he won't let any pathetic sound out. He's embarrassed and humiliated, and he totally doesn't like it. You would only be lucky if you are really strong and fit, also smarter than him. take away his little Death Note away and.. what else can he do? Don't bother to stop even if you slap him until he cries, he deserves it, and it will be harder to stop once you feel his small dick pressing against your thigh once you bend him over your lap.

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L is a pervert. And a weirdo. Weird pervert. And he can't take care of yourself at all. Without Watari he would die, I believe. Imagine yourself being some sort of second assistant for L along with Watari. It is canon that L can't change his clothes by himself (or just doesn't want to), so Watari changes him and has a fucking washing machine to clean him. Well, let's say, you are the one who's tasked with doing it all for L. Even though the famous detective proved countless of times his status as the smartest one, he is still a simple human just like any of us, with simple needs, and he has the same body reactions to physical touch. Maybe, he doesn't really get horny as much as an average man, since he's all focused on his work, but the moment you started to wash his body, moving a wet cloth a bit lower down his torso or back, he will get hard. He doesn't notice it until you mention it or stare at it for a good minute or two. He will look down silently, then look up at you, biting on his nail and shrugging off nonchalantly, like, «Oh? My bad.»

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Ryuk.

Ryuk doesn't really act as some sort of God of Death. You expect Shinigami to act all high and mighty, powerful, treat you like an insect, even threaten to kill you every few seconds, just so you will not forget your place, filthy human >:(. But with Ryuk it's different. Once you realize his addiction to apples, it's all over for him. Just think about abusing this fact against him. Ryuk is smart, of course, he had many people before you, but he is still easy to manipulate if you know what to say. You need something from Shinigami? Well, Ryuk can share with you some knowledge, but he can choose whether to tell you; after all, it's not in the rules and he can decide should he tell you or not. Okay! No apples for him for a week. Two. Month? Oh, you should be such a sadist or have a strong nerve to see him struggling with the effects of lacking sweet, juicy apples..! He will twitch, stand on his hands, and his body will twist as if he were in pain, this annoying Shinigami will beg you for it nonstop. He has no shame when it comes to apples, and it's hilarious, if you think about it. I think you should give him some time, and you can train him like your personal dog. He will eat from your hand; do all the tricks if you grant him a treat later. And when you somehow trick him into experiencing a weird monsterfucking session with you, he is on top of you, making you feel so small and tiny, while you do all the work with those hips of yours, whining and moaning in pleasure, you can notice him salivating. Saliva trickles down his chin, as his hands gripping your body tightly, leaving small scratches on your skin, you think, is it because of how good you make him feel, or is it him thinking about how he can finally get his dose of apples once you finish?

[harrywavycurly]

Handle With Care: What Have You Heard?

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CW: Language, one tiny moment of anger/jealousy, mentions of how your ex treated you and so much fluff it might make you sick😂

A/N: I left this open to revisit these two weirdos because I have truly loved writing them. Thanks for allowing me to take a stab at frat Harry! This has been a very fun mini series and I’m glad y’all enjoyed it! I hope you’re happy with their ending✨

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Summary: Harry is determined to get you to like him while you are more worried about the fact he hasn’t kissed you yet✨📦

It’s only been a little over twenty four hours since you asked Harry to leave your apartment and it’s as if all of a sudden the universe doesn’t want you to have the chance to forget about him. You’ve seen him everywhere possible in the apartment complex the two of you live in, the first time was in the elevator which is understandable since you live two floors under him. You were bound to see him on his way down to the lobby or the gym, but you just weren’t expecting it to happen so soon and what you really weren’t expecting was for him to look so distraught when his eyes met yours. The look on his face was as if he wanted to reach out and touch you but he had to hold himself back resulting in an almost painful looking smile making you just look away and down at your feet as the two of you endured a silent ride down to the parking lot.

The second time you saw him was at the gym that same evening, and the embarrassing thing about this moment was the fact you weren’t even there to work out. You just finally had a chance to go take a look at it, figuring that maybe one day you’ll want to use it so it would be nice to be sorta familiar with the space and he just so happened to be there running on a treadmill that was facing the door. It was as if he could just sense you had entered the room because he looked up and immediately you felt a flush cover your face because he was extremely shirtless allowing you to see every inked inch of his torso including the butterfly on his stomach and then there were his arm, his very well defined arms. You know he saw you because his eyes lit up and a small smile formed on his face while you tried to figure out how to leave the space as quickly as possible without making it seem like he was the reason you were leaving in such a hurry.

Now it’s been a full two days and you have managed to run into him in the mailroom. You silently curse your amazon addiction because of course Harry is also down here getting his package since they got delivered by the same delivery person. But unlike the other times he’s seen you Harry decides that this time the two of you should talk because clearly the two of you aren’t going to be able to avoid each other as easily as you thought while living in the same complex.

“I’m sorry.” The moment the words leave his mouth you find yourself freezing in your spot by the shelf that has your box on it. “I shouldn’t have assumed some flowers and a box of plates was going to be enough get you to forgive me and want to ride off into the sunset together.” He lets out a sigh as he basically talks to your back since you don’t make any moves to turn around and look at him.

“I do forgive you Harry.” You tell him as you turn so you can face him, keeping your eyes on the floor. “It just doesn’t change how you acted and-and that’s why I’m not riding off into the sunset with you.” When you finally look at him he just nods his head because he knows he can’t change how he acted towards you, he can only show you how it’s not how he normally acts.

“I just want you to get to know me. Because that’s the only way you’ll understand that I’m not full of shit when I say I’m usually not like that.” Harry really doesn’t care how desperate he sounds because honestly that’s exactly how he feels.

He knows he should give you all the space and time possible for you to be the one to want to get to know him but he just can’t risk that never happening. Something inside of him knows the two of you aren’t meant to never speak again, he knows there’s something there and he’s not going to give up on it even if it means begging you to give him another chance.

“Maybe we can go have coffee or something simple like that? It doesn’t have to be anything besides two people getting to know each other.”

“I uh don’t know Harry I’m-I’m sorry I have to go.” You look away from him so you don’t have to see the utter disappointment on his face as you turn and grab your box off the shelf before you walk out of the mailroom door.

“Smooth Harry real fucking smooth.” Harry mumbles to himself as he runs a hand through his hair before he grabs his packages and leaves the mailroom, making sure to use the stairs so he doesn’t end up making you feel uncomfortable by sharing an elevator with him.

When you get back to your apartment you do the only thing you can think to do in this situation. You reach out to Niall who shockingly also happens to be in your complex, at least for the evening. So with a promise from him to stop by in the morning on his way out you begin to relax a little. You know that Niall will help you come to a decision about what to do about Harry because he’s known him for years so if anyone can shed light on how Harry really is it’ll be his bestfriend, Niall Horan.

Niall tries not to look at you like you’re crazy as you stand in the middle of your kitchen holding your mug of coffee while you tell him everything that happened when you saw Harry a few days ago. He nods along to your story as he leans against your counter with his arms crossed over his chest, giving you his full attention as you tell him one of the oddest stories he’s heard in a while because he’s not sure he’s ever experienced anything like the tingling and warming sensation you’re describing all because Harry touched you. But this isn’t the first time he’s heard about the odd zap like feeling because Harry described something very similar happening to him whenever you touched him so he knows it has to mean something he’s just not sure what exactly.

“Okay so he was an asshole to you because he likes you so much? That’s what he said?” Niall asks making you just nod your head before taking a sip of your coffee. “So you’ve somehow made the wires in that small little brain of his all crisscrossed makin’ him act like a right jackass.”

“I just don’t think that’s a good excuse for how he acted.” You argue as you walk over and place your mug in the sink. “I don’t want to let someone who can be mean like that into my life again.” You explain as you look down at your slippers, not wanting to see the sad and sympathetic look Niall is going to give you because it’s one you’re used to getting once people realize who your ex is because he isn’t known for being the nicest or the most caring.

“Now I know Harry was a bit of a twat but trust me love I’d never suggest the two of you get to know each other more if I thought for a second he was anything like that actual wanker of an ex of yours.” Niall says in hopes it’ll reassure you that Harry isn’t as bad as he made you think he was, he just had some issues going on that he couldn’t get control of such as his brain not telling him when to keep his mouth shut.

“I don’t know Niall he acted just like him.”

“Ever since he’s realized he likes you he’s been nothing but nice right?”

“Yes but that doesn’t change how he acted before he realized how he felt about me. We aren’t kids anymore we don’t go around being mean to girls we have crushes on.” Niall can’t say anything to that because you’re right, Harry has some things he needs to really make up for.

“I get that. But let me ask you this. What all have you heard about Harry Styles?” You let out a sigh as you send Niall a glare as he quirks a brow at you waiting to hear what all you’ve heard about his bestfriend.

“That he’s charming and nice.”

“What else?”

“He’s handsome and at parties he plays good music and uh I think some girls said they’d feel fine leaving their drink alone with him at a party. He’s funny uhm-oh he gives good hugs.” Niall has to hold back his laugh at your last thing because it’s one he’s also heard about Harry and he would have to agree, the man gives a damn good hug.

“It’s because he doesn’t pull away until you do-the hug thing. That’s why they are so good.” You feel your cheeks get warm as you imagine Harry holding you until you feel ready to let go, wondering if he’d really let you stand there for however long you needed or if he’d get annoyed with your clinginess after a minute or two. “But do any of those things sound like someone who’s that big of an asshole? I don’t think Cody has ever been called charming a day in his bloody life.” Niall points out as he walks the short distance so he’s closing the gap between the two of you allowing him to place a hand on your arm.

“Maybe just let him try to show you the Harry he normally is? Because you can’t deny that there’s something going on between you two with your tingles and his zaps.” You smile as he gives your arm a gentle squeeze. “And if you get to know him a bit and still think he’s a raging asshole then so be it. Just kick his lanky ass to the curb and move on.” Niall smiles when you let out a little giggle as he runs his hand up and down your arm a few times before letting go.

“I guess I-I could maybe try to get to know him a little more.” You say giving in to Niall’s sweet talking about how if all else fails you just tell Harry to leave you alone for good and move on with your life.

“M’gonna be honest with you love I think he’s like proper smitten with you so uh-don’t be all shocked if he comes on a little strong.” He warns as he turns to make his way towards your front door, you feel your tummy do a weird flip thing as you try to think of Harry being so far gone for you while you don’t even know if you want to be around him or not.

“But he’s still a gentleman of sorts so if you tell him to fuck off he will. Just wanted to give you a warning that’s all.” He rushes to explain when he turns to glance at you over his shoulder and sees a panicked look on your face.

“Thank-” Your words are cut short by a knock on your door that makes Niall instantly turn to answer it as if he was the one expecting company at your apartment. You tighten the belt of your robe as Niall swings the door open only to reveal a very startled looking Harry.

“Niall? Wha-what the hell are you-” Harry stops talking as he looks over Niall’s shoulder and sees you standing in your kitchen in a colorful robe that ends a few inches past your knees with your hair in a messy bun as if you just woke up. But it’s when he looks at Niall who is in just jeans and a wrinkled shirt with his hair all over the place that he begins to feel a surge of anger corse through his veins.

“Now don’t go overreactin’ Harry I just came by to see how she was doing and she made me some coffee that’s all.” Niall quickly explains once he can practically see the steam coming off Harry as his green eyes stare into his blue ones.

“Really? You just happened to be in the neighborhood is that is?” You furrow your brows as you cross your arms over your chest and watch the two men standing in your doorway have an intense staring contest.

“I was actually. Just a floor above if you must know so I figured it would be rude if I left the building without popping by.” Harry raises a brow at Niall who just gives him a playful wink as he reaches out and pats him on the shoulder. “Now if you don’t mind I’m gonna go do my walk of shame back to my car. Call me whenever you’re done bein a prick.” Harry’s glare softens as he finally puts together exactly what Niall is saying, you just shake your head as you watch Harry move to the side so Niall can make his way out the door and into the hallway.

“I hope you were safe because the world doesn’t need anymore Horans yet!” Harry shouts down the hallway at Niall who responds with flipping Harry the bird as reaches the elevators.

“Good morning Harry.” Your voice brings Harry back to the whole reason he’s standing in your doorway, you can see him physically become more relaxed as soon as he turns his head and makes eye contact with you. His shoulders slump the slightest bit and his eyes get this soft look to them while the corners of his mouth turn upwards giving you a hint of a smile.

“Good morning.” He says with a smile as he brings his hand up to give you a small wave while he looks at you with a fondness that has a small blush beginning to creep its way onto your cheeks.

“You can come in if you’d like.” Harry eagerly steps inside your apartment, closing the door behind him before he takes a few small steps towards where you’re standing in the kitchen.

You can tell he is nervous and you can understand why, when you saw him last night he was asking you to give him a chance to get to know him and you walked away, making you still a little shocked that he decided to come knock on your door this morning. But then you remember what Niall said about him being smitten with you and it makes a little more sense as to why Harry just can’t let you go.

“Do you maybe want to take a walk with me? Through the park across the street?”

“A walk?”

“Uh yes or do you-you prefer the word stroll instead? I can call it whatever you want.” He fumbles a bit as you stare at him with an expression he can only take as confusion. You chew on your bottom lip as you look down at your robe and the slippers on your feet, of course this doesn’t go unnoticed by Harry so he tries to offer a solution. “I can wait at my place for you to get ready if you want? Or if you don’t want to go that’s fine too I can-”

“You really came here at eight in the morning to see if I wanted to go on a walk?” You question as you look back up at him not fully understanding why he would bother asking you on a walk when he mentioned wanting to get coffee just last night.

“I figured it would be better if we hung out in open places so if you uh get-get upset or something you wouldn’t feel trapped with me you could just walk away.” As odd as his reasoning sounds you can’t help but feel a small smile want to form on your face at the fact he doesn’t want to make you feel like you’re stuck anywhere with him if you suddenly feel uncomfortable.

“That’s very thoughtful of you Harry.” He smiles at your kind words, you move around the kitchen and begin heading for your bedroom making Harry wonder if you’re about to kick him out or just leave him standing there like the idiot he’s beginning to think he is. “I’ll just be a few minutes. Feel free to have some coffee if you’d like.” Your words make a sigh of relief escape Harry’s lungs as he gives you a nod before you disappear into your bedroom to get dressed.

There’s an odd but also comfortable silence surrounding you and Harry as you walk through the park across from your apartment complex. You can feel his eyes on you every now and then but you haven’t let yourself look over at him yet, knowing that the moment you do you’ll get distracted by the way his hair looks pushed up and out of his face or how nice his arms look in the fitted black t shirt he has on with his usual skinny jeans and boots. And right now you want to try to just enjoy his company without any distractions but Harry seems to have other plans because just at you’re about to turn down a little path that passes the fenced in dog park he stops walking.

“Can I test something out really quickly?” He asks while he motions towards a bench behind you. You just nod and follow him, sitting down next to him but with some space between the two of you. It’s when he holds his hand out towards you, palm up that you begin to feel nervous, not sure what he wants you raise a brow at him as your eyes glance from his outstretched hand up to his face to meet his stare. “May I have your hand please? Just for a moment.”

“Uhm okay.” Your voice is shaky as you slowly hover your hand over his, not entirely ready to actually put your hands together. Harry sensing your nervousness gives you a smile and you swear his eyes turn a whole shade brighter as they stare into yours.

“You look really pretty today.” His voice is soft as his eyes dart down to the pink t shirt you have tucked into a pair of denim shorts. “I mean you always look pretty but I really like you in pink.” You know he’s trying to distract you from your nerves with his random compliments and normally you’d roll your eyes at someone giving you more than one in a row but coming from Harry as he looks at you with such adoration in his eyes your heart can’t help but want to melt.

“Thank you.” Harry just smiles as you look down at your hand that’s still hovering over his, you let out a deep breath and in one quick motion you press it against his and immediately you feel the tingling sensation begin to spread over your palm followed by a warmth that goes all the way down to your fingertips.

“What’s it feel like for you?”

“Like a uhm bee sting but without the pain. It’s a little tingly and warm.”

“Tingly and warm huh? That doesn’t sound too bad.” As he talks Harry slowly interlocks his fingers with yours so he’s fully holding your hand causing the warmth to spread up to your wrist.

“It’s not bad it was just a lot the uhm first time it happened and that’s-that’s why I was so out of it afterwards.” You explain as you try to ignore the slight tingle that hits your elbow when Harry gives your hand a gentle squeeze. “Can I ask you something?”

“Anything.”

“Why can’t you move on from me? You don’t even really know me.”

“I don’t know why I can’t move on from you. All I know is that you’re all I think about when you’re not around and anytime you touch me it’s like a lightning strike that goes all the way through me. I know that there’s something here and that you feel it too but you’re scared and that’s okay.” You swallow the small lump forming in your throat as Harry releases your hand so he can stand up and step over so he’s right in front of you. “I get why you’re scared. I was an asshole and you deserve better and you don’t even know if I can give you what you deserve because you don’t really know me either.” He kneels down so he can be eye level with you as he places a hand on your knee making a light tingling sensation go down to your toes.

“But all I’m asking is for you to give me a chance. To give this a chance.” You don’t know if it’s the way his voice hits your ears and sends a slight shiver down your spine, his hand on your knee that’s spreading a warmth down to your ankle, the way his eyes feel as if they can see right into the deepest parts of your heart as he stares at you or a mixture of all three that makes your mind suddenly forget all about the fear of getting hurt again.

“Okay.” You can tell by the look on Harry’s face that he wasn’t expecting the hear what you just let slip out of your mouth.

“Really? You-you’re serious? You want to give this a chance?” Harry’s eyebrows are raised in shock as the hand on your knee reaches for your hands that you have resting on your lap, placing his warm palm over both of them and giving them a soft squeeze.

“Yes.” You don’t give yourself time to overthink it, you know deep down that everything Harry has said is right. You know there’s something that keeps pulling you back to him so it’s worth taking a chance to get to know him and see where it goes because he’s worth taking a chance on. “You know I uhm saw you drop the flowers off because I was coming back from knocking on your door to talk to you about what happened the night of your party.” You confess as Harry looks at you like you’re the only person in the world that matters and in this moment he would say that’s true, or really anytime you’re around he’d say that’s true because if you’re anywhere near chances are you’re all he’s paying attention to.

“You went to my door? After I stormed off like a jerk?” He asks as he stands up and offers his hand to help you off the bench. You just nod and take his hand and feel your cheeks get warm when he doesn’t let it go, instead just slips his fingers between yours as the two of you begin walking.

“I wanted to see if you were okay and apologize if-”

“You have nothing to apologize for. I was just frustrated that you didn’t feel what I did but it turns out you just hadn’t felt it yet.”

“I didn’t mean to make you feel frustrated I just didn’t understand what you were talking about and then I felt uhm a little uh weird because I was just standing there in my nightgown and slippers and you kept staring at me with this-”

“Your nightgown had me frustrated in other ways but I’m sorry I didn’t even realize I was staring.”

“Harry.” He laughs as you reach over with your free hand and smack his arm making the familiar jolt go straight down to his fingertips. “You can’t say things like that.” You say with a small smile as you look away from him and down at your feet but Harry knows you’re not really upset because you give his hand a very small but still noticeable squeeze.

“I can’t? Why not? It was a very cute nightgown love.” He asks as he looks down at you with a playful grin. Harry decides right there as the two of you are walking down the path in the middle of the park near your apartments that he likes being the reason you smile and he really likes it when he’s the one causing the light pink tint that’s dusting your cheeks.

“You know I heard you were charming but this is way more than I expected.” You tease making Harry let out a scoff.

“I’m not being charming I’m just being honest. What else have you heard about me?”

“I just told you the charming thing so it’s your turn. What have you heard about me? If you’ve even heard anything about me. I know I wasn’t nearly as popular as you around campus.”

“You don’t like parties because there’s too many people and loud music annoys you. You like to read a lot and you want to be a teacher.” You weren’t sure what Harry was going to say but you didn’t expect it to be things you know he heard from the one person who oddly knows you the least even though you dated for over a year. So it hits you a little harder than you thought it would and you feel the need to let him know a few things he said aren’t true.

“I don’t mind parties. I like being around people and loud music can be annoying but only if it’s being played next door while I’m trying to sleep. I do enjoy reading but I didn’t want to be a teacher I wanted to be a school counselor.” You correct him with a smile, one that doesn’t quite reach your eyes and that Harry has come to learn is the one you give when you’re trying to make it less obvious that you’re upset.

“I’m sorry it’s just what he told us.”

“You don’t have to apologize it’s okay.” This time when you smile Harry notices it’s genuine. You stop walking next to the fence that separates the dog park from the rest of the park. You reluctantly let go of Harry’s hand so you can turn and place your them on the top of the fence while letting out a sigh. “He used to breakup with me on the weekends there was a party he wanted to go to without me. Normally he’d do it on Friday with some excuse about needing space because I’m too clingy and then on Monday or Tuesday he’d be at my door begging for me to take him back because he missed me so much.” Harry feels his jaw clench as you tell him one of the ways your ex mistreated you, it’s no real surprise considering Harry only knows Cody from his visits to the parties thrown by the fraternity Harry was in and he was always alone when arriving but not when leaving.

“And I used to take him back every single time. Until about two or three months ago he told me he needed some distance so he could figure out a few things and when he came crawling back a few days later I told him I was done. He didn’t believe me of course he just said I was being dramatic and he’d come back when I was done being dumb.” You let out a shaky breath as the memories of him ending your relationship every few months and how you would be devastated while he was just out getting drunk and hooking up with other people come rushing back.

“I know people thought I was an idiot for staying with him for so long but I just liked the-the comfort of not having to worry about trying to find someone because even though he was an asshole most of the time he was nice-sometimes and he was still my boyfriend. God that sounds horrible-”

“Hey you don’t have to explain yourself to me.” You feel Harry’s hand on your shoulder as suddenly he’s standing next to you. “I know he’s an asshole but if I would’ve known he was treating you like that I would’ve-well honestly I would’ve kicked his ass and-”

“Really you would’ve kicked his ass? Even though you had no clue who I was?” You ask as Harry drops his hand from his shoulder as you turn so you’re facing him while leaning against the fence. Harry wants to roll his eyes at your question because every time Harry saw your ex at one of his frat’s parties or just lingering around the house he’d want to kick him out but never had a solid reason to, so if he would’ve known all this back then he would’ve had reason to not only ban him from the fraternity’s house but also kick his ass and he would’ve loved every moment of it.

“I might not have known who you were but do you really think I didn’t notice you around campus? Like I never saw you walking around with that bright pink backpack with all those jingling keychains hanging off it? Or around the coffee shop enjoying your book while wrapped up in that yellow jumper with the white flowers all over it in the corner booth that has the most comfortable seat because the rest are lumpy and just horrible? I noticed you every time I saw you. I just didn’t know that I had been hearing about you from Cody all those times he’d come to the house and mention his girlfriend.” Harry smiles when he sees your cheeks turn a deep shade of pink as he lists off the times he saw you around campus but just didn’t know your name.

“My keychain collection is a bit out of control.” You admit making Harry laugh and nod his head as he reaches out and brushes a few hairs out of your face, tucking them behind your ear.

“So to answer your question. If I would’ve known the girl with the pink backpack and the odd ability to always snag the best seat in the campus coffee shop was the one that prick was talking about I wouldn’t have hesitated to punch him in his annoying mouth.” Harry feels a wave of protectiveness hit him as he looks at you, wanting to save you from ever having to deal with anyone who would dare talk poorly about you or treat you in a way that makes you upset.

“I’ll happily go beat him up now if you’d like? I know where he lives.” The playful glare you give him is all the answer he needs, fighting your ex isn’t allowed.

“He’s not worth it.”

“Oh I know he’s not. But you are. Your happiness is worth a few bruised knuckles.” You don’t know what to say back to him as he grabs one of your hands. “I’d do anything to make you happy.” He explains as he brings your hand up to his lips, you watch as he gives the top of your hand a quick and soft kiss making a tingling sensation spread to your fingertips.

You know he means the words that just slipped out of his mouth, you know Harry would probably do just about anything for you and instead of that making you feel nervous like it did when you first realized how much Harry liked you it makes you feel a strange sense of relief. As if now that you’ve allowed yourself to let Harry in and let him show you how he can treat you the way you deserve, your happiness is no longer something you have to worry about all on your own. It’s now something you’re willing to allow Harry to have a say in because as you stare into his emerald colored eyes you get this feeling that you can trust him with the most breakable parts of yourself.

It’s been four days since your walk with Harry and since then he doesn’t think there’s been a time in his life he’s ever felt happier. Sure there’s been times when he’s been happy and felt content with his life, but nothing compares the the feeling he gets in his chest when he sees you staring at him with a smile on your face or when he gets you laughing so hard you get tears in corners of your eyes. He doesn’t know what the two of you are doing exactly, if you’d say he’s someone you’re dating or if it’s more but he also doesn’t really care because you let him hold your hand whenever he wants and he even got to kiss your cheek last night when he walked you to your door after taking you to dinner.

Harry can feel your presence behind him as he stands outside your shared apartment complex, a smile stretching across his face as he turns around just to see you smiling right back at him and he watches your cheeks get a bit pink as his eyes roam over your frame. Something Harry has learned about you is that you enjoy wearing bright colors so it’s not shocking to him that you’ve decided to go with a pair of jeans and a yellow top with a sunflower on it. It makes sense to him that you enjoy wearing colors that are warm and inviting, just like sunshine.

“Sorry I got stuck on the second floor talking to Ms. Tucker about her cat.” You explain once you’re standing in front of him.

“Ah how is Mr. Jelly doing? I heard he’s in a bit of a grumpy mood since he started his diet.” Harry asks as he grabs your hand and interlocks his fingers with yours. You just give him a look that tells him the poor cat isn’t handling his new lifestyle very well.

“Still grumpy.” You answer as the two of you begin to walk down the sidewalk.

“You look pretty.” Harry says with a squeeze of your hand making you smile as you look down at your feet as the two of you walk, not wanting him to see how his compliment made a blush creep its way onto your cheeks.

“Thank you.” You glance over at him as he looks around to make sure it’s safe to cross the intersection, you take this opportunity to let your eyes take in his appearance. It’s not lost on you how attractive Harry is, you notice the double takes people do when he walks by and a small part of you feels a little out of place with him but you also feel a since of pride knowing he wants you to be the one standing next to him with his hand wrapped around yours. You find your eyes lingering on the practically see through black long sleeved shirt he’s wearing that lets you see all his tattoos, and when you look down you can’t help but want to let out a chuckle at the very familiar boots his extremely well fitting black jeans are tucked into.

“I know what you’re thinking.” Harry’s voice makes your eyes dart up to meet his as the two of you reach the other side of the street, feeling only slightly embarrassed you got caught staring at him but you can tell but the playful smirk on his face he doesn’t mind at all. “Do I own any other shoes? The answer is yes but honestly these are just the most comfortable.” You laugh as he gives you a wink before going back to leading you down the sidewalk.

“So you mean you would actually kick people out at the end of your parties by having someone stand on a table and-”

“Not just someone sweetheart it’s a designated brother for each party.” He corrects with a smile as the two of you sit across from each other in a cozy booth at the little ice cream shop a few blocks away from your apartment. “It’s their job to tell everyone to get out so they have to really mean it when they’re yelling while standing on top of a table. Not just anyone can get a living room full of drunk college kids to leave.” He explains and you can’t help but lean closer to him as he talks, something about how Harry explains things has you paying extra close attention and you wonder if it has anything to do with the deepness of his voice that accentuates his accent.

“Is the table necessary?” Harry smiles at your genuine interest in the different rules and odd traditions of his fraternity. “What if the person is very tall or has a loud enough voice that they don’t need to be standing on a table for people to hear them?” You begin firing off questions making Harry chuckle as he reaches over and grabs one of your hands from across the table.

“There’s been one person that I’ve seen not need the table to break up a party.” He tells you as he begins to mess with the little silver band that you wear on your index finger.

“Really? Who?”

“Niall Horan.” His answer makes you lean your head back and laugh because you can vividly imagine Niall shouting loud enough and with a slight edge that a whole house party freezes and then begins to clear out. “He’s a bit terrifying when he needs to be.”

“I can only imagine.” You say between laughs making Harry smile as he watches you try to get ahold of yourself.

“I like your laugh.” You would think by now you’d be used to Harry’s random compliments but the way even the simplest ones make your cheeks get hot has you doubting if you ever will because with his compliments comes his undivided attention as he stares right at you with a grin on his face.

The way he is always paying attention to you is still something you’re getting comfortable with. Having noticed over the past three days that even when you think he’s not really paying attention as you ramble on about something unimportant, he shocks you by asking a question or giving his opinion letting you know he was in fact listening and paying attention. Your last relationship left you feeling as if what you had to say or do wasn’t of any importance but with Harry he makes it seem as if anything that has to do with you is of the upmost importance, wanting to know every little random thing that pops into your head and checking in with you during the day to ask what you’re up to and if you need anything. The constant checking in is something you have quickly adjusted to because you like knowing Harry cares enough to text you or sometimes even call you during the day when he’s free just to see how you’re doing and to not so subtly tell you he misses you.

But that’s how your nightly meetups became a thing, him mumbling how he missed you and you telling him you’ll see him when you’re done at orientation for your new job and you two can go have dinner or take another walk. He quickly asked if dinner and a walk would be acceptable and of course you said that was fine because a part of you missed his company as well, probably not as much as he missed yours but still you found yourself missing the warmth of his touch. So that’s how you find yourself sitting across from him in the well loved ice cream shop with your sundaes long forgotten about while he tells you bits and pieces of his life in the fraternity. Already sharing with you that he’s not quite willing to fill you in on all the nitty gritty details because he doesn’t want you to see him as some asshole frat brother but still letting you in on what it was like living with Niall and ten other brothers in one house.

“Are you ever going to stop doing that?” Harry raises a brow at your question as he continues playing with the ring on your index finger.

“Doing what love?” You let out a sigh at his teasing tone because he knows what you’re talking about he just likes to make you a bit of a flushed mess.

“Just complimenting me all the time? Is this something I should get used to or is it just temporary?”

“I’ll stop complimenting you when you stop doing things that are worthy of a compliment. But honestly I don’t see that happening anytime soon or really ever. So yeah you should just get used to it.” You playfully roll your eyes at his so very Harry like answer making him give your hand a squeeze.

“Well fine then two can play this game.”

“Oh really? Hit me with it then love let’s see what you’ve got.” He teases as he lets go of your hand so he can lean back in his seat and cross his arms over his chest with a smug looking smile on his face.

“I think your hair looks really nice today.” You start off simple making him give you a slight nod of approval as he runs a hand through his curls to push them up and out of his face. “I like your shirt.” The moment the words leave your mouth you know you’ve made a mistake as Harry looks down at his shirt that leaves very little to the imagination with how sheer it is.

“Do you really?” You just nod once his eyes find yours and you can see the smile slowly stretch across his face at the same time your cheeks begin to feel warm. “What do you like about it?” He asks as he places his forearms on the table, clasping his hands together letting you get a glimpse of the rings he has on his fingers as he leans in towards you.

When you don’t respond right away due to the sudden nerves that are swirling around in your tummy, Harry decides he’s done teasing you and reaches for both of your hands.

“You don’t have to be nervous to tell me what you’re thinking. I won’t ever judge you.” He reassures you, and you instantly begin to feel a little more relaxed as the warmth of his touch travels up to your wrists. “Like right now I’m thinking about how lucky I am to be out with you because you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen and I’d tell you that at least a hundred times a day if I didn’t think you’d get sick of hearing it.” His confession has the nerves turning into butterflies that begin going off in your tummy.

“You’re very handsome.” You swallow down the nerves as Harry’s thumbs gently rub over your knuckles. “I like your tattoos and you are just uhm very-very good looking.” Your face feels like it’s one fire but you feel good letting Harry in on the fact you thinks he’s attractive, not that he’d ever have a reason to doubt how you felt about him with the amount of times he’s caught you blatantly staring at him when you thought he wasn’t looking.

“I’m very happy to hear that you think I’m handsome. I’d have to go into hiding if the girl I’m infatuated with thought I was hideous.” You let out a small laugh at Harry’s lighthearted way to ease the tension that was beginning to surround the two of you, something you notice he is very good at, reading the energy of the room he’s in and knowing just when to crack a small joke or to ask a question that gets the conversation flowing in a different direction.

“Now come on.” He lets go of your hands so he can slide out of the booth and stand next to the table. “Let’s get you home before you say something really wild like you think my accent is sexy or-”

“It is.” It’s Harry’s turn to look shocked as you quietly interject on his silly little rant as you slide out of the booth and grab his hand that he’s held out for you.

“Oh stop you’re going to make my ego even bigger than it already is.” He says brushing off your compliment but the grin and slight pink hue to his cheeks is all the evidence you need that he wasn’t prepared for it so you feel good in giving him just a tiny dose of his own medicine.

“You know there’s uhm one more thing that I’ve been thinking about.” Harry looks over at you as the two of you walk out of the shop and turn onto the sidewalk.

“Let’s hear it then.” You try to calm your nerves down with a deep breath as you stop walking making Harry nearly stumble a bit as you pull at his hand that’s securely wrapped around yours to get him to stop walking. “Are you-”

“You haven’t tried to kiss me yet and I’m just wondering if it’s because you don’t think it’ll be good or is it because-”

“Hold on a minute love.” You feel as if your heart is going to beat right out of your chest as Harry stands directly in front of you with a rather serious expression on his face, one you don’t see very often. “You’ve been thinking about why I haven’t kissed you?” His voice has a gentle sort of sternness to it as he reaches up to place a hand on the side of your face.

“Yes? Do you uhm not-not want to? Because-”

“Of course I want to kiss you.” He cuts you off with a chuckle as he shakes his head in disbelief. “I just didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable since we haven’t really established what’s going on between us that’s all. But please believe me when I say I do want to kiss you it’s something I’ve thought about since the night of my party if I’m being honest.” You feel relief wash over you as Harry softly explains why he hasn’t tried to make any moves on you, all while his thumb gently strokes over your cheekbone.

“Well Harry how am I supposed to know if I want to be your girlfriend if I don’t know how you kiss?”

“Girlfriend? I was thinking more like soulmate or life partner depending on how you feel about marriage and all-”

“I’ll tell you how I feel about it after you kiss me.” Your words have Harry letting go of your hand so he can place that one on the other side of your face, his eyes stare into yours as a small smile takes over his face making you have no other choice but to return it. You watch it all happen in what feels like slow motion, he leans in and softly brushes his nose against yours before he places his lips on yours in the sweetest kiss you think you’ve ever experienced in your life. It has your lips slightly tingling and a warmth spreading throughout your whole body as your hands reach out to grab a hold of him so you can pull him closer. When Harry slowly pulls away he makes sure to keep his hands on your face, his thumbs leaving trails of tiny tingles as they run over your cheeks.

“I thi-think I uhm wouldn’t-wouldn’t mind the whole marriage thing.” You mumble in a hushed voice as Harry rests his forehead against yours. He lets out a breathy laugh as he pulls away so he can get a better look at your flushed face.

“Yeah? Should we stop by a jeweler on the way back home then? Get you sized up for a ring and all that?” Harry says only to gently tease you but when you nod your head as the hands you have fisting his shirt pull him back down so you can place a kiss to his lips he thinks maybe you’re being serious.

“Sounds good.” Harry can’t help but grin at how breathless you sound when he pulls away for the second time. His hands drop from your face making you pout at the loss of contact.

“Okay well come on sunshine we better get going before they close.” He shoots you a wink as your hands let go of his shirt so he can take his spot standing next to you on the sidewalk.

“Sunshine?” You ask as he grabs your hand and brings it up to his lips to give your knuckles a few kisses as the two of you begin walking again.

“Yeah. You’re my sunshine.” You smile at his answer and give his hand a squeeze. “Want to know what I’m thinking right now?” He asks with a playful smirk on his face.

“Yes.”

“I’m thinking that was one hell of a last first kiss.” You laugh and reach over and give his arm a little smack making him chuckle. “What? You’re the one asking to go ring shopping love so I think it’s safe to say that was our last ever first kiss.”

“You’re so lucky I find you attractive even when you’re being cocky.”

“Yeah.” You look over at him and it’s no surprise that he’s already looking at you with nothing but what you can only assume is love in his eyes. “I’m very lucky indeed.”

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Stranger | Chapter 5

Chapter Links: [1], [2], [3], [4], [5]

TW: Descriptions of Violence, Mentions of Cannibalism

Tags: Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x Atreides!Reader, Arranged Marriage, Eventual Smut, POV Second Person, No use of y/n, Original Characters, Canon What Canon

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: Not proofread!! Holy moly. Here it is, folks. The scene that inspired this whole fic. I had fun writing this so I really hope you enjoy it. Once again, I appreciate everyone who likes, comments, and/or leaves kudos so much. I really started this fic for myself but good golly, that dopamine rush whenever I get a notif might be more addicting than spice. I'm glad to be part of the bald man brigade.

Also, I can't believe I'm only now questioning why I decided to write this in the second person? I guess maybe I thought this fic would be a lot shorter and not that deep, lol. At this point 'y/n' probably has enough personality to just be a straight-up OC. It's funnier because I don't even find second-person or y/n fics any more engaging either. I always detach myself by giving 'y/n' her own name and only seeing her as a character in the fic.

ANYWAY, sorry to ramble. Stay safe and have a good one, ya weirdos.

You step out into the dark cul-de-sac of the guest hall, illuminated only by the large suspensor lamp in the middle. Feyd-Rautha looks you up and down, seemingly entranced by how the dim light casts his shadow on your modest dress. Atreides green, he recognized.

"Trying to sneak into my rooms again?" you say arms crossed, leaning on your door. "I didn't appreciate the last time, by the way."

"It's my house," he says cooly, "and I did knock this time."

You stare at him indifferently.

"Quite the display from you yesterday morning, using The Voice on me." His voice low and raspy, "I should have you drawn and quartered."

You scoff in his face. "You almost choked me to death. Are you trying to start a war?"

He takes a step closer and his face is inches from yours, you can feel his breath on your cheek, "I didn't think I'd like you this much, little hawk."

"What do you want, Feyd-Rautha?" you had no patience for him right now.

"Ah," he steps back, a dark smile on his face, "I've been waiting to hear my name from your tongue." His hand reaches for your lips. "I've grown quite tired of 'na-Baron'."

You grab his wrist before he can touch you. "If you're only here to toy with me, I would rather be left alone to prepare for bed." You release his hand and turn to open your door.

Feyd-Rautha props an arm against the doorway to block you. "We're to be married in three days," he says, "and I just can't seem to bring myself to let go of my 'harpies', as you called them." He meets your gaze. "You said you'd kill them. Did you mean that?"

You look up at him with steely eyes. He towered over you but your heart felt no fear, "Yes."

His coy smile returns. "Good. Come to my training hall tomorrow," he says, walking away.

"What?" you call after him.

"Dress to fight," he says over his shoulder. "I want to see what you can do, Atreides."

You needed no help from Zora in putting on a loose shirt and long pants. The plain beige outfit certainly wasn't as elegant as the dresses you had been wearing so far. But it was comfortable and you could fight in it, which was all that mattered. Still, you look yourself in the mirror. The soft, airy fabrics draped over your figure well but perhaps you were not in the best shape as you once were. Your muscle mass is much less than your brother's and he wasn't particularly built himself. You admit you did wane off your training sessions with Gurney and Paul leading up to your departure from Caladan. Nevertheless, you were still a skilled warrior. Another secret you've been keeping from the Harkonnens.

You were 14 when you started learning the blade. Watching Paul, 2 years your senior, practice with the Atreides Warmaster lit a fire in you. You didn't hesitate to pester your father to let you train with them and of course, there was nothing he could deny his darling daughter. You were a fierce and determined student. Gurney Halleck was a man you genuinely believed to be one of the best fighters in the Imperium, along with Duncan Idaho. Gurney would train you and Paul on even days. On odd days, your mother would teach you the Weirding Way. These lessons, much like the rest of your mother's teachings, your father wanted to know nothing about. After becoming decently adept at Prana-Bindu and gaining almost complete physical control of your body, Lady Jessica insisted that you also be skilled in the Bene Gesserit style of combat.

You were far from mastery in either but the combination of both trainings made you a formidable fighter. Despite this, you could never seem to beat your brother in a sparring match. A fact that frustrated you to no end, though you appreciated that Paul never went easy on you. You'd always blame it on him having trained for longer than you have. But in truth, you knew there had just always been something special about him.

"Are you ready, my lady?" Zora's soft voice wakes you from your thoughts.

"Hm? Right. Yes, let's go." You quickly tie your hair out of the way and grab your father's dagger from atop your dresser.

There was no fanfare when you entered the hall. On one end, the na-Baron's concubines sat chained on the steps of the shallow recessed pit in their leathers, their glares piercing through you. Your eyes linger on them as Feyd-Rautha and his Warmaster greet you.

"I was starting to think my lady bride was bluffing," Feyd-Rautha says as you approach him. The older man beside him offers you a polite bow.

"Perhaps she wasn't so keen on your brutish games," you bite back. "Your lord uncle won't be joining us?"

"No," Feyd-Rautha crosses his arms, "but he'll be hearing about your victory. Or your demise."

"Right. Well, I assume you'll be releasing them from those chains," you nod towards his pets "Not sure why they're necessary."

"Oh, trust me, little hawk. They're necessary." Feyd-Rautha motions to a servant.

"Your blade and shield, my lady," they bow, presenting you with a knife and a small device you recognize as a Holtzman shield.

"I've brought my own," you unsheath your father's dagger. You contemplate taking the shield but remembering that the na-Baron forwent it during his gladiator fight, you decide to do so as well. "They've no weapons anyway, the shield seems pointless."

Feyd-Rautha shrugs, "If you insist."

You take a deep breath, "Let's get this over with."

You lightly stretch as you walk down the steps of the shallow pit to stand opposite the na-Baron's concubines. You had come into this on the pretense of righteousness. For Iassa, you told yourself. But you've known her a mere two days. A part of you wanted to show off. You were good and you knew it. You could probably kill anyone in this room, even Feyd-Rautha. You craved the respect of the people here: the Harkonnens, the people of Geidi Prime. You figured this was one way to get it.

Feyd-Rautha walks around the pit to one of his concubines and kneels to whisper something in her ear. You assume a fighting stance when he moves to release her from the chains. When you meet her eyes, they are filled with feral bloodlust.

Suddenly, you weren't so bold. The veil of courage you have maintained since you arrived, even when Feyd-Rautha had your neck in his grip, is torn apart when you face this woman. You could tell no part of her would hesitate to rip your throat out with her bare teeth. You were almost relieved they were unarmed, but you weren't sure if that would make them any less lethal.

Fear grew in your chest and you had less than a moment to recite the Litany in your head before the concubine lunged at you.

You crouch down in time and slash at her abdomen as she approaches you. You turn to face her on the other side of the pit and she wastes no time in attacking you again. She attempts to grab your armed hand but you take hold of her wrist first and move to pin it behind her back. Quickly, your blade drags across her throat and she falls to your feet.

The kill has not yet registered in your mind but your heart is racing. You can almost hear your blood coursing through your veins. You held your arms outstretched, your eyes focused ahead, ready for the next one.

Across the pit, Feyd-Rautha licks his lips, smiling as he releases his second concubine. This time, you walk toward her while she moves to attack you. You clock her head with the pommel of your dagger and knock her a few steps back. She reaches a hand to wipe the blood beginning to drip out of her nose. After examining it, she snarls and bares her sharp teeth at you. Your mind is blank now. She dodges your first slash then manages to land a blow to your jaw. You seethe from the pain. You spit out the mixture of blood and saliva filling your mouth. The anger at the hit drives you to rush at her. Seeing an opening, you duck down to her waist and stab her twice. As she falls to her knees, the look of determination doesn't leave her eyes until the very last moment.

When you turn around, Feyd-Rautha has already released the last concubine. The ruthless scream she lets out disorients you. She pounces and knocks you over. She straddles you and pins your arms to the ground, your blade sliding inches away. She screams again in your face at the death of her sisters. You wedge your right knee between you and her abdomen, the only thing keeping her teeth from reaching your throat. You grunt as you struggle to free your hands. In your periphery, you see Feyd-Rautha, wielding his own blade, take a step into the pit.

"GET BACK," you roar, and he is powerless to refuse.

You turn back to your opponent still on top of you and you butt her head with your own. She loosens her grip and you kick her off to hastily crawl to your weapon. When she reorients herself and attempts to grab you again, you hook a knee under her arm and flip the both of you over. With your weight on her chest and both your knees pinning her arms down, she thrashes underneath you, claws digging into your right ankle. You take your blade in both hands and her screaming is silenced when you sink your knife deep into her heart.

When you rise, the room is quiet. Your chest heaves. The stark white ceiling lights don't help the lightheadedness that begins to wash over you in the post-adrenaline rush. Feyd-Rautha says something from behind you but his speech is garbled as you reel from the thrill of what just transpired. You were electrified. You almost... wanted more.

Then, the realization of the revolting scene you are in settles upon you and you are knocked off your high. You look at the leather-clad bodies scattered around you, the grotesque way they lay on the floor, the red blood pooling around them made brighter by the sterile grayness of the room. You did this.

A hand on your shoulder snaps you out of it. In reflex, you turn and raise your blade at the offender.

Feyd-Rautha holds his hands up, "Whoa, easy, Atreides. Trying to kill me? Don't want to start a war, do you?"

You yield your weapon. Your eyes dodge his as you look to your feet and try to steady your breathing.

"Enjoy your first taste of blood?" Feyd-Rautha says, the look in his eyes indecipherable to you. He raises a hand and swipes his thumb on your cheek. It comes away covered in crimson.

You gasp and reach for your face with your own hand. You don't even know if it's your blood or theirs, or when it got on you. Your heart pounded, unable to decide whether you were repulsed or proud.

"Look at you," he says licking the red off his finger. You could not help but stare at him through the strands of your hair that had come undone in the fighting. "You're beautiful like this," his hand reaches for your face again.

"No," you say low and quiet when you swat his hand away, "you're sick." You didn't know if you meant him or yourself. You calmly turn to leave. No one stops you when you make your way up the shallow steps of the pit. As you pass Iassa—no, Zora—by the doorway, you tell her flatly, "Prepare a bath."

You had never taken a life before. Today, you took three. You were glad you didn't know their names. You decided you'd never find out.

After Zora pours a final pitcher of hot water into the bath, you tell her, "You may go. I'll dress myself later, thank you."

She bows and makes her way out of your rooms.

In your solitude, you bring your knees to your chest. You had been quick to wipe the blood off your cheek before you even reached your quarters. Now, you cup the water into your hands and rub it into your face, the slight sting of the heat comforting you.

He was a cruel man, your betrothed. This is what you've decided. Having you kill the concubines he claimed to want to keep so much. But wasn't it you who threatened to kill them? He started it, you argue with yourself, when he had Iassa killed. You felt like a child.

When you used to hear of Feyd-Rautha's exploits, you had to mask your disgust. And yet now, you had killed so easily in that pit as he had in the arena. What was this place doing to you?

When you left Caladan, Paul had never killed anyone either. You wonder if he ever does, would he feel the same exhilaration you did when you slit that first concubine's throat. No. Your brother was fierce but, like your father, he had a good heart. You beat him by three. You hoped it would stay that way.

You think about your future here, marrying Feyd-Rautha. Producing heir after heir under the Baron's watchful eye. You were a broodmare. Despite all your fancy training and education. Despite your little demonstration earlier. It was the bitter truth.

You missed home. You missed walking along the beach at night with your father. You missed your mother's gentle hands brushing your hair. You missed the banter and teasing with your brother. You missed Gurney, and Duncan, and the cold breeze on your balcony, and getting to roam free and going anywhere you pleased. When the tears come, you sink deep into the bath so they might fade away in the water.

Chapter Links: [1], [2], [3], [4], [5]

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Addicted to you, Dontcha know That You're toxic~?

Now Playing🎼♬ ♪ ♫: Blue Lock boys as boyfriends: Red/Beige flag edition

(Beige flag, if you’re not already aware, is someone whose behavior isnt exactly toxic but not entirely healthy or normal either)

Characters Included: Oliver Aiku, Micheal Kaiser, Otoya Eita, Tabito Karasu(Lowkey my man), Ryusei Shidou with Bonus! Sae Itoshi

*Note: these all happen to be characters I'm a bit bad at writing for so do bear with me :3

Been a while, hope ya likey! Tell me whatcha want more of. I'm gonna keep up the Blue Lock content because season 2 has me in a chokehold :3

Oliver Aiku (His is kinda cheating since it focuses more on before you were dating, my bad)

%Oliver Aiku, who was a highkey weirdo when you first met him, his person surrounded by a myriad of women after a particularly good game when his gaze landed on you. He approached and was stunned at your indifference, provoked to get your number regardless. It took a lot of asking Groveling to get it from you, a jab at his pride but he’ll live. Even after the first couple of months of meeting him, you can’t say your opinion of him would stray much 

%Oliver Aiku who can’t stop staring at you, just locked onto your features. You’re such a vision, the thought of you can’t leave his brain even as he sits with someone else. He spends hours awake just letting his mind wander to you, envisioning what you’d look like in his arms, what you’d look like under him, what face you’d pull as he’s taking you in this very bed

%Oliver Aiku with a Mountain of pride, that shakes and buckles at the idea of you rejecting him. The thought of someone else having you does more to him than you not feeling the same way. He’s determined to have you, even if he forsakes parts of himself for you. He’ll make himself seen around you more often, he puts more thought into how he speaks and acts around you, and he's more protective when it comes to the men who speak to you, even going as far as to flirt intensely. You mindlessly brush it off as his usual antics so much that you miss the way his eyes fixate on you as though you’re the only thing in his world

% Oliver Aiku who is a pretty sweet boyfriend all things considered. You consume so much of his time that he can’t find any to look at others, although he still has his Casanova ways. He teases you for your jealousy but never agrees with you, always stating that his heart is as good as yours, no question. Which he ends up proving in more ways than one. (Freak -.-)

Micheal Kaiser (Clap it up for me guys, I can’t stand this man but i’ll write for him for your enjoyment)

%Micheal Kaiser who has severe affection issues and effectively avoids any from you. It's confusing since he always initiates but at a safe distance, so he’ll flirt and play prince by kissing your hand and junk but can’t cope with the thought of holding each other tenderly and just existing for one another. It takes a lot of unpacking and patience to get him to be more comfortable with affection so intimate and raw with you. 

%Micheal Kaiser who only tones down his superiority complex when you come to watch his practice/games. This comes with a story.  At first, he was about as stuck up as usual with his respective teammates and you decided to visit his practice since you had the time. Unaware of his rivalry, you strike up a conversation with Isagi between breaks. Safe to say he wasn’t happy. God forbid you two exchange numbers; all hell breaks loose. After that petty fight, you swore you’d never come to visit him if he kept harassing his younger. His team thanks you for rounding him out with that threat as practice has gone much smoother since then

%Micheal Kaiser who talks to you in German when he’s sure you can't hear him i.e. sleeping, distracted, etc. It's weird because he knows you aren't listening and still can’t bring himself to say it in English. It’s typically romantic rambles or sweet l love you’s. Either way, it's always cute when he mutters a string of his native tongue to you. You won't tell him when you can hear him, or that you’ve picked up on what he’s saying, no way he’d admit it

%Micheal Kaiser who is iffy about how you interact with Ness in particular. Mainly because you aren’t fond of how he treats the poor boy and end up doting on him. That in turn makes him harsher on Ness which keeps biting him in the ass. After months of this merry-go-round, this stubborn king finally concedes to easing up on Ness as long as you quit giving him so much of your time. He might explode from the bubbling jealousy when you even mention your worry about another

(I believe in pathetic! and whipped! Kaiser because he radiates that energy, argue with the wall-3-)

Otoya Eita + Tabito Karasu (…..yes, I believe in Bi! Karasu and Otoya, they just seem like the type to be gay for each other specifically. I just feel like they’d be better as a throuple rather than individually, they already get along well so why not.)

=3Otoya Eita + Tabito Karasu! who have such a weird compatibility overall, god knows how they landed a stable relationship. Karasu carried when it came to confessing cause Otoya is no short of a moron with it. Karasu had been conditioning the albino for a month now to keep him from saying anything dumb and ruining the whole thing with his foolish womanizer ways

=3Otoya Eita + Tabito Karasu! who love on you in such drastically different ways. Tabito’s affection is warmer and gentler as he applies more thought to his moves and speaks in turn, he lacks technical experience but makes up for it with attentiveness, finding weak points isn't his strong point in soccer alone ya know. Otoya takes on a less careful route, he does what comes naturally, some from what worked in previous relationships. It has earned him a few berating sessions so he strays away from it these days.

=3 Otoya Eita + Tabito Karasu! who get along typically but nearly always fight over you. Insisting their methods are better than one another, you've been caught between several of these battles before. Then again, getting sandwiched between them as they please you from both angles wasn't a bad place to be, they'd even compete to see who makes you louder. It was akin to a game to them, which almost makes you wonder how much they actually care to compete. Perhaps they just need an excuse to manhandle you as a tag team.

=3 Otoya Eita + Tabito Karasu! who decimate any guy that dares to approach you. Karasu will make certain to pick out each flaw he spots and poke fun while Otoya eggs him on with a smirk; the both of them looking down on the man with disgust and heckle him till he screws off. This has in fact gotten you kicked out of several restaurants, which then leads to you scolding them and they insist it won't happen again….did that guy just stare at your ass? 

Ryusei Shidou

=3 Ryusei Shidou! who is 16 shades of insane right down to his feet. Nothing he says is classified as normal, no matter his true implications. You’re subject to filthy jokes whenever, god forbid you wear anything particularly eye-catching to him; It's all over. He's certain to let you know how fine he finds you and if that means ass smacks or pervy comments, he’ll do it without question.

=3 Ryusei Shidou! who has a weird obsession with Sae that you're not sure if you should bring up. You don't mind the redhead and as a matter of fact, you two get along swimmingly since you both remain on a similar degree of apathy that (gets him off) he enjoys. Most time spent with him is Sae sending his regards and applauding your resolve. The three of you together is heaven to the blonde, it's actually weird. You two could be berating him and his smile would be a mile wide. Please don't ask him what he’s picturing, it's not worth knowing.

=3 Ryusei Shidou! With bonus: Sae Itoshi! A Threesome with the three of you would be like; it makes him explode? just thinking about it. Perhaps he’d want you two to have your fun while he watches, just forced to watch and watch till it aches. Then again he’s too impatient and would get hasty. The look you two would give him makes him shiver down to his toes. No doubt you'd edge and force him to the brink over and over without relenting just to teach him to be patient if he wants to be rewarded. This freak would never learn and do it again just for the attention. Someone sedate this man…and me for writing this ig.

=3 Ryusei Shidou! w/ Sae Itoshi! who somehow became a throuple without realizing it??? Like neither you nor Sae are quite sure when but soon enough you all were exclusive and naked in bed covered in each other's marks. You two mesh well, it's just annoying how big and smug the perv’s grin is when he wakes up, was the bastard planning it all along?! The morning after was some harsh whiplash, especially with how natural it felt. 

Bonus (no, I don't have favorites…)

 Ryusei Shidou! who just can't get enough of having his two favorite people around. He doesn't have to play soccer just to harass Sae, he can do it right at home! Best of both worlds if you ask him. With Sae Itoshi! who puts up with it because you're so sensible, he almost wants to date just you at times with how pestering Shidou gets. He actually makes good conversation with you which is a breath of fresh air from the demon attached to his hip. And Y/N! who learns to grow fond of Sae, it's easy to see why Ryusei likes him. One thing for certain, you know to never tell Shidou that, you’ll never wipe the smile from his face and no amount of glaring and harsh comments from you two is rocking him off his high horse.

(I definitely got carried away. I like Ryusae Throuple a lot, it scratches my brain. If you want more of it, maybe I could make some exclusive headcanons?)

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⋆·˚ ༘ * ten things I hate about you

warnings: longggg as helll and it would’ve been longer too but I cut half the ending and I’ll put it in the next part so the chapters aren’t years long AND credits to lynn painter the story isn’t mine along with quotes!!!

pairing: percy jackson x fem! reader

series master list

your day started off great today! your cat mr. fitzpervert left a hairball in your slipper, you burnt your ear with the hair straightener and when you walk out of your house you see your long time next door nemesis sitting on the hood of your car

“hey!” you slide your sunglasses up your nose, hightailing in his direction, making sure you’re careful not to ruin your new floral flats “get off my car, you weirdo!”

percy jumped off, holding his hands up in a I’m innocent pose, even though his smirk said differently. regardless of his current demeanor you knew him since kindergarten, he’s never been innocent a day in his life

“what’s in your hand?”

“nothing” he put his hand behind his back “you’re so paranoid”

you walk up to him, squinting your eyes up at his face. though he claims to be innocent his sea green eyes twinkle with mischief. you knew you we’re screwed because mischievous percy always won

you poked him in the chest. “what did you do to my car?”

“I didn’t do anything to your car, per se”

“per se?”

“woah. watch your filthy mouth, y/l/n”

you roll your eyes, which made his mouth slide into a grin before he said, “this has been fun, and I just love your granny shoes, by the way, but I’ve gotta run”

“percy-”

he turned and walked away before you could finish speaking. when he got to his porch he opened the screen door and yelled over his shoulder, “have a great day, y/n!”

that’s not a good sign. that could’ve been legitimate. you and percy had been enemies since forever, in a war over the one available parking spot. percy only won because he was a dirty cheater, thinking it’s funny to reserve the spot by putting miscellaneous objects in the spot to difficult for you to pick up yourself

yesterday however you won. you called the city after he had left his car in the spot for three days, earning him a parking ticket

you checked all four tires before climbing into the car and buckling your seat belt. you heard percy laugh, and when you went to glare at him through your passenger window his front door slams shut

then you saw what was so funny

the parking ticket had now been on your car for all to see, stuck to the windshield with tons of clear packaging tape. you got out of the car and tried to pry it off but it wouldn’t budge

what a tool

💌

when you finally made it to school after scraping your window with a razor blade and doing hard-core deep breathing to reclaim your zen, you entered the building with the bridget jone’s diary soundtrack playing. when your music was playing this loud it was easier to walk through the crowded hallways, ignoring rambunctious teenagers

you headed to the second floor bathroom where you met annabeth every morning. your best friend was an insane over sleeper so every morning she would rush to do her makeup before the first bell rang

“y/n, I love that dress!” annabeth threw you a side glance between cleaning up her eyes, then opening her mascara and swiping the wand over her lashes

you went over to the mirror to straighten out your vintage dress, making sure it’s not in any awkward position. you catch sight of two cheerleaders vaping behind you, giving them a closed-mouth smile

“do you try to dress like the leads in your movies, or is it just a coincidence?” annabeth asked

“don’t say ‘your movies’ like I’m a porn addict or something”

“you know what I mean,” annabeth said as she separated her lashes with a safety pin

you knew exactly what she meant. you watch your mothers beloved rom-coms every night, using her dvd collection you inherited from her after she died. annabeth didn’t know about how close you had been with your mother, although you lived on the same street for many years, you were never really close until sophomore year. she always thought your love for romance movies was due to you being a hopeless romantic

once finished, annabeth put her makeup back in her backpack and grabbed her coffee. “come on”

you take a last glance in the mirror. “wait- I forgot lipstick”

“we don’t have time for lipstick”

“there’s always time for lipstick”

you search your bag until you grab hold of your new favorite shade- retrograde red. “you go ahead, I’ll catch up”

she left and you rubbed the color over your lips- much better. you tucked the lipstick back in your bag and exited the bathroom

when you got to class you sat in the desk between annabeth and drew tanaka

“what’s the answer to number eight?” annabeth was writing fast as she tried to complete her homework. “I forgot about the reading and I have no idea why gatsby’s shirts made daisy cry”

you pulled out your worksheet and allowed her to copy your answers. your eyes shifted over to drew. if surveyed, everyone on the planet would agree that she was beautiful, her whole appearance extremely appealing to the eye, an absolute indisputable fact. however her soul was the complete opposite

you disliked her so very much

on the first day of kindergarten she’d caused a scene when you got a bloody noise, the entire glass gawked at you in disgust. In third grade she told your crush at the time your notebook was filled with love notes about him (which was true but he didn’t need to know that). In fifth grade, after your mom died, drew sat next to you at lunch, displaying the perfect lunch her mother had made. sandwiches were cut into adorable shapes, homemade cookies, brownies with sprinkles; it had been a treasure trove of kiddie culinary masterpieces

to this day everyone thought drew was an angel, but you knew. you knew all the awful things she’s done

you turned your attention to the front of your room where your teacher began collecting last nights homework. you passed your papers forward and began talking about literary things. you took glances around your eyes until they stopped on a boy you went out with a few weeks ago. he gave you a chin nod from his desk, you returned a smile

he was nice but the relationship wasn’t it. this is how most of your relationships went though. you would see a cute guy, daydream about him, think he’s your soulmate, then you got the ick

annabeth always said you were browsing not buying. she ended up being right- as always. this messed up your prom potential. you wanted to go with someone who would make your breath catch and heart flutter, but who was left in the school that you haven’t considered?

technically you had a prom date- you were going with annabeth. the problem was that going to prom with your best friend felt like a fail. you knew you’d have a good time. but prom was about poster/board promposals, matching corsages, speechless awe over the way you like in your dress, and sweet kisses under the cheesy disco ball

andrew mccarthy and molly ringwald pretty in pink sort of shit

My phone buzzed, snapping you from your trance

annabeth: I have BIG tea.

you looked over at her, but she appeared to be listening to the teacher you glanced at her before responding: spill it

annabeth: FYI I got it via text from kate.

you: so it might not be true. Got it.

the bell rang, so you grabbed my stuff and shoved it into my bag. annabeth and you started walking toward your lockers, and she said, “before I tell you, you have to promise you’re not going to get all worked up before you hear everything”

“oh my god, what’s going on?”

you turned down the west hall and before you had the chance to look at her, you saw him walking towards you

jason grace?

“aaaand there’s my tea” annabeth said, but you weren’t listening

jason had lived down the street when you were little. you’d loved him as far back as you could remember. he’d always been next-level amazing, smart, sophisticated- totally dreamy

jaosn came over and wrapped me in a hug, and you let my hands slide around his shoulders. your stomach went wild as you felt his fingers on your back

oh. my. god.

you was dressed for it; he was beautiful. could this moment be more perfect? you made eye contact with annabeth, who was slowly shaking her head, but it didn’t matter, nothing mattered

jason was back!

@fratbrochrisgf @maybxlle @lastolympus @lara20aral

[deeppink-man]

Could we get some doopal lore? He’s so sillies and I like him

Okay! but Sentences can be awkward because I use a translator. Please understand. 😂

Korea name : Gwak Doopal (곽두팔, 郭竇八) Eng name : Jamie Vaughan 54yr / 185cm(6'05")/ 65kg

CAO(Chief Administrative Officer) of Blackrooster company

Korea mafia. a Korean-American born in the U.S. English is his first language because he lived in the United States until he became an adult. Before joining the Mafia, he had been a hit man since he was very young.

He was born from a project of a nameless organization called 'Unknown' in the United States. They wanted to produce a great killer. They gathered 24 children by any means, and he was one of them. He is the surviving four of 24 boys. He had to kill people who were like his brothers and survive. He committed his first murder when he was only five years old.

Because he grew up in such an environment, he has a wrong moral notion and does not sympathize well with other people's feelings. He is unconsciously wary of the situation in which he has to kill the person he loved again. So he decided that he would never love again. Nevertheless, after working alone for a long time, he needed a sense of belonging. That's why he belonged to the mafia after working as a killer.

His professionally educated murder skills are unrivalled. his notoriety also helped the organization rule absolutely. Speed, strength, skill, knowledge of weapons, speed of reaction, above all, he is not afraid to die, so he can pounce on his opponent without hesitation more than anyone else. Not many people in the world are stronger than him, so he is very happy to have a fight that can entertain him.

This is why he laughs a lot in the middle of a fight. He's enjoying it.

: TMIs :

He is not a good cook. When he lived alone, he just paid for food.

He likes alcohol and cigarettes, but he is also a sex addict. He sometimes meets people just for pleasure.

He likes jazz and rap. He likes jazz rap even more.

He raps well enough to sing along to Eminem's rap. In fact, he likes to rhyme with silly puns.

Since he can speak various languages other than English, he attends meetings abroad as an agent instead of the CEO.

As of now, he thinks Yeongnam is his best friend.

He is not married, but he has a daughter by agreement. At the request of his old sex partner, he agreed that she would give birth.

Because he has a daughter, he began to look at the children a little differently.

He is bisexual. But he likes men a little more.

He's 'unpredictable' more than you thought. He looks like a cynical, cool guy to pretend, but his way of thinking is different from others. He's quite a weirdo.

If you have any more questions about him, please ask me anytime.

[hwang-inhos-fish]

Inhun fanfics I want to read/write:

-Inho (as Young-il) plies Gihun with smuggled cigarettes during the games, knowing he's a cigarette addict, as an excuse to get close to him. They get homoerotic smoke sharing in the washroom

-Gihun manages to save Saebyok and they both win; he takes in her and her brother; they're on the outside of the games when he goes back in; Gihun gets to be a dad and it keeps him (more) sane

-Bonus: Saebyok arrives just in time to miraculously save the rebellion in S2 as the open of the fic, THEN we flash back to Sae surviving, joining Gihun, watching from the outside, etc.

-Saebyok isn't dead from the throat slit, is brought down to have her organs harvested, wakes up, escapes by stealing a pink soldier suit, and tracks down Gihun in the outside world after he wins. Having her back cures the worst of his depression and they go on to find her family and she's his connection on the outside when he goes back in

-I think Inho is also obsessed with Gihun's authenticity. He's genuine, open, frank. Heart on his sleeve. The exact opposite of the company Inho keeps and their secrecy and mind games and lies. More on that.

-Inho dresses Gihun himself after escorting him personally to the games in his private limo as in canon (obsessed weirdo). He may even get Extra and fix Gihun up with some lotion (just business) and he DEFINITELY gently fishes out the tooth tracker with his own hands

-Gihun watching is Inho's new favorite hobby (basically Inho rewathing the 33rd games focused only on Gihun, we get to see his thoughts about Gihun's actions in his while also having people stalk him irl)

-Gihun adopts the cat he fed in S1 and Inho has the cat collected and brought to the island during the 36th games - just to use as a bargaining chip of course, not because he cares... (ahem he totally cares if Gihun is sad) then possibly when Gihun is collected and brought to the Viewing Room after the rebellion, as is fanon, Inho presents him with his cat (unharmed!) as a way to open up "negotiations" and try to make Gihun see that they're BOTH pawns and that they could work so well together etc.

[lilacevans]

meet some of the pete's place regulars!

˚ ♡ ✧.* : ̗̀➛ requests by: two anons, @welight-theway, @crokitheloki, @hansensgirl, @buggy14, @leaderofthebadbitchbrigade.

✧.*ೃ⁀➷ pete's place | the intro | opening night | the playlist ༊*·˚

this is a dark au/verse. minors need not interact. happy endings don't happen here.

𝐀𝐧𝐝𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐫 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐋𝐚𝐰𝐲𝐞𝐫

41 years old.

6’2’’.

Suburban dad with a dark side. 

Likes flashing the cash for a look as he doesn’t get much attention back home.

Never misses stopping by when he’s in town.

Has a type and it just so happens to be you.

Brings you gifts; new outfits, new shoes, gold chains, etc, every single time he visits the club.

Will spend the whole night promising you the world– and his wallet, if you just go home with him.

Top Three: Daddy Kink, Overstimulation, Praise Kink. 

𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐫 𝐕𝐞𝐭

45 years old.

6’4’’.

Oh, what a nice man–

Warning sirens sound in the distance.

Danger! Danger! 

The man will make you beg, make you cry, rearrange your insides, make you fall in love and break you down all within a night.

The man is all kinds of fucked up. But knows how to hide it well.

Under Lloyds employement so like, you can guess the kinds of fucked up. 

Did awful things while serving in the army, brought some of that back home with him.

Protect you? More like slaughter anyone who gives you a momentary glance. 

Top Three: Rough (Violent) Sex, Service Kink, Corruption Kink.

𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐛𝐨𝐲

28 years old.

6’1’’.

Cocky motherfucker, hot and he knows it.

The embodiment of a hyper puppy. 

Acts like he’s always got the zoomies whenever he’s in the club.

Annoys the absolute shit out of all the girls but he’s hot, so they deal with it.

Secretly a sweetheart but never shuts his mouth.

Gets a little too handsy when he’s had a drink– or five. 

Always asking Pete to loan him one of his girls for the night.

Don’t get him twisted, the guy FUCKS. and he's NASTY about it

Top Three: Dirty Talk, Deepthroating, Body Worship (receiving). 

𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐟

43 years old.

6’0’’.

Corrupt little wank, like’s to make Pete nervous when he comes around, but he’d never spill on the shady things as he likes the club’s views. 

Talks big shit but you’ll find him in the VIP rooms on a Saturday night. 

A little wrong in the head, but treat him right and he’ll make you scream. 

Can get a little rough with the girls when he's had a few.

Tight with money so always tries it on for a discount for not opening his mouth.

Has a big cock and is smug about it.

Likes 'em on their knees with an wide open mouth.

Top Three: Daddy Kink, Corruption Kink, Choking. 

𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐖𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐬 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐲𝐬𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐋𝐚𝐰𝐲𝐞𝐫

32 years old

6’0’’.

Troubled addict that’s in the club; Every. Single. Night.

Likes just to watch, girls kinda hate him in the club because he won’t even throw a dollar bill but will spend a paycheck on drinks and other things.

Spends money he doesn’t have, does the odd job for Pete when he’s in a little legal trouble which gets him the odd night in the VIP rooms.

Don’t underestimate him though.

Will have you crawling back for seconds.

While not the roughest by any means, get him high enough and annoyed enough, he’ll make sure you’re not walking for the next two weeks.

Top Three: High Sex, Overstimulation, Throat-Fucking. 

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐊𝐞𝐦𝐩 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 𝐎𝐧𝐞

35 years old

6’1’’.

Idk, fam, somethings off about this one but we're gonna ignore it, okay?

Stares a little too long, kinda like he’s hunting.

Makes your heart race a little being around him– fuck or fight i guess. I know which I’m doing. 

Tips nicely but never wants a private dance, likes to watch and drop cash at your feet after.

Weirdo tbh. It’s not like he ain’t got the money. 

Sucks to be you if you decide to go home with him.

You ain't coming back, honey.

Top Three: Blood Play, Knife Play, Bondage/Rope.

*** if by chance, i have missed your req and you know you sent it before reqs were closed, please let me know asap so i can add it to this list!! thank u all sm for u patience. i love u all<33