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freedomfireflies · 8 months

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SnakeBite*

Summary: The third part to 404*

The one where Harry is good for more than a good time.

But he's still good at that, too.

Word Count: 5.2k

*Contains Mature and Explicit content! Please only consume what you feel comfortable with!💞You are so much more important!*

“Oh, come on…please. Please, don’t do this. Not right now. Not today…please.”

With a deep breath, you stick the key back into the ignition and try again. Waiting anxiously for the sound of the engine roaring to life. A sound you desperately need to hear more than anything.

Instead, all that follows is that familiar clunking of something heavy before there’s a rather shrill buzzing you can’t quite place.

Fuck.

Exasperated and woefully defeated, you take the key back out, groan, and drop your forehead onto the steering wheel. “This is not happening.”

Truth be told, you should have seen this coming. This isn’t the first time your poor car has made this unsettling noise, and perhaps it’s your fault for ignoring it for so long. You hadn’t meant to; you just didn’t realize it was this bad. Or that your car was this old.

Now, you’re trapped in the Juno Incorporated parking lot on a Friday afternoon with no way of getting you or your car home.

“The fuck is wrong with you?”

You don’t even bother to lift your head as Harry’s voice carries in through the window. “Nothing. Go away.”

You hear the sound of his boots scraping across the concrete before they stop, and you feel a large shadow fall over your side of the vehicle. “Can I assume that god awful noise came from this hunk of shit you call a car?”

Leaning back, you huff as you look over. “I’m sorry, do you want something?”

Harry smirks, arms crossing over his chest as he juts his chin toward you. “Pop the hood, let me see.”

“Yeah…no.”

“Come on,” he pushes, a few curls dancing across his forehead from a soft gust of wind. You realize he looks different outside of the lab. Normal, almost. It’s unsettling. “You wanna leave, don’t you?”

“Yeah, but knowing you, you’d probably cut my breaks.”

“If I were gonna take you out, I would have done it by now.”

“Oh. Wow. You’re really instilling me with a lot of confidence, thanks.”

He steps back and motions toward the front of your car. “Fucking relax, Tinkerbell, and just pop the goddamn hood.”

Regretfully, you do as instructed before leaning out the open window to watch him walk toward your engine. “Do you even know what you’re doing?”

“I know enough,” he replies, using the back of his hand to push on his glasses before bending down.

“That…is not helpful.”

“Well, I’m your only shot. Everyone else is gone.”

“I can call a repair guy.”

He shakes his head once. “Won’t get here in time. It’s rush hour on a Friday. You’ll be here for hours if they even show at all. And chances are, they won’t be able to schedule you in till next week. So, unless you’re planning to sleep here, in your car, can you please shut the fuck up, and let me focus?”

You feel your expression morph into a scowl as you unclick your seatbelt and step out. “I’d rather sleep in my car than trust you to fix my engine.”

You notice his eyes roll, but he’s amused. “Well, I can’t fix it. Not here. I think it’s your spark plugs. They tend to wear out faster in older cars. You’ll probably have to get them replaced.”

Scurrying to stand beside him, you glance over your engine and the internal workings of the car with a heavy sigh.

“You’re kidding,” you mumble beneath another strained groan. “And let me guess, it’s gonna be expensive.”

“Probably,” he agrees, glancing over. “But it’s not like you can’t afford it.”

Your eyes narrow. “I know I can afford it, I just don’t like dropping thousands of dollars on something so dumb.”

“Spark plugs aren’t dumb,” he retorts while reaching for your hood to slam it shut. “You need them to fucking drive.”

“Yeah, but having to pay for a rental car, manual labor, and a tow truck is dumb,” you point out. “And this is the last thing I need right now.”

His eyebrow lifts but he doesn’t ask for elaboration. Instead, he begins to stride across the lot toward a dark, black Harley, leaving you and your crisis behind.

In turn, you reach for your cellphone to look up local tow trucks and mechanics that might be able to help you out.

To your dismay, most shops are already closed for the weekend, except for one. And after a very lengthy and frustrated discussion, you learn that they won’t be able to come by until much later tonight. Which means that all your hopes of having a nice, relaxing evening are for naught.

Once again defeated, you slump back against the side of your car and drop your head. “Well…great.”

Harry’s smirk returns as he glances over and straddles his bike. “What?”

“I’m stuck here until midnight,” you mumble, running a palm down the side of your cheek. “You were right, everyone is booked.”

“Shit,” is about all he offers while pulling his helmet over his head. “That sucks.”

“Gee, thanks.”

“Welcome.” He revs the engine, and just like that, the bike roars to life. The loud and somewhat startling sound echoing across the parking lot as you flinch.. “So, what’s the plan, Princess? You gonna call an Uber and come back later?”

“I can’t,” you shout over the noise. “I have to be here in case they come early, or they’ll leave.”

Through the open visor, you see him frown. “Ah.”

“Yeah.”

He studies you for a moment more, and you feel your skin grow warm under such a scrutinous gaze. Like he’s looking for something written between the lines of your face. “Well…make sure you lock your doors.”

“No shit.”

He smiles again before flipping the visor shut and steadying the bike with his leg. You stand back, ready to watch him speed out of the lot and onto the street, but to your surprise…he simply sits there.

In fact, a good sixty seconds pass before he suddenly slips the helmet off his head, sighs, and thrusts it toward you. “Get on.”

You blink. “What?”

“Get on the fucking bike, Tink,” he repeats. “I know a bar we can hang out in till they get here.”

“I…I just told you, I can’t leave—”

“You can see the parking lot from inside,” he interrupts. “If they show, we can just run back over.”

You step closer, drawn to his proposition, although still wildly confused. “Uh…okay. Why, though? I’m fine to just wait here.”

He looks at you, the grassy green behind his glasses somehow softer in this natural lighting. “S’not safe,” he says simply, shrugging one shoulder up. “Be better to wait somewhere public, and I don’t really want your death on my conscience.”

And you aren’t exactly sure what to say. Because you think this may be the nicest thing he’s ever done for you – even if it’s still a little odd – and you don’t want to spook him by doing the wrong thing.

But as you debate a response, he shakes the helmet at you again, rather aggressively. “Tink, get on the goddamn bike, please. I’m wasting gas here.”

With a huff, you snatch it from his hand and join him on the Harley. The helmet slips on rather easily, and once you’re sure it’s snug and secure, your eyes trail down his back, unsure of how to proceed.

You don’t exactly want to…hold him. Or touch him or straddle him. At least, not outside of the way you do in secret. In broad daylight. Where people could see.

In fact, you already feel as though you’re grinding against his ass from how small this goddamn seat is. Almost too close for comfort as you catch a subtle trace of his cologne and feel the warmth from his body.

But motorcycles don’t exactly come with seatbelts, and if he were to take a sharp corner, you might end up pancaked on the cement.

“Tinkerbell,” you suddenly hear him call over his shoulder, voice raised to carry over the growl of the engine. “Just fucking grab me, it’s fine.”

You glare at his curls, despite knowing he can’t see you. “I’m good.”

He snorts again before he’s suddenly reaching back, grabbing onto your wrists, and hoisting your arms around his middle.

You’re tugged forward, your chest pressing to his spine rather forcefully as he glances back.

“Pussy,” he murmurs, releasing the clutch until the bike jolts forward and takes off through the parking lot.

With a rather shrill squeal, you tighten your hold on his broad frame, and bury yourself between his shoulder blades. The sensation is exhilarating and frightening all in the same moment. The rush of wind, adrenaline, and the way he leans around the corner before taking off down the street.

You think you feel his chest vibrate with laughter, perhaps from the way your nails are scraping down his shirt. And despite your increasing terror, you find that you feel oddly…safe with him at the handles.

Not even two minutes later, he’s pulling into another parking spot on the other side of the street, right in front of the aforementioned bar. It’s a bar you recognize, one that a few of your other coworkers often frequent from time to time.

In fact, this is the exact same bar you and Harry first hooked up in all those months ago.

The memory makes you smile.

“What?” Harry asks as swings his leg over the side and stands up. “Why are you grinning like that?”

You quickly wipe the smirk from your face while wrestling the helmet off to hand back. “Like what? I’m just smiling, calm down.”

“I don’t like when you smile. It freaks me out.”

“You’re really rude, you know that?”

“What? I’m just being honest. You have a lot of teeth. It’s weird.”

You glower at him, swatting his chest as you brush by. “Bite me, Harold.”

“With what? Your teeth?”

You feign a snubbed gasp – to which he chuckles – before striding into the bar, leaving him to follow behind.

The large room is loud and crowded with people, the smell of alcohol and bad decisions clinging to the air. You make a beeline for the counter, exhausted and overworked and already annoyed by Harry’s future comments before he can even make them.

Like—

“Really? An appletini?”

With a deep breath, you look over while the bartender turns around to begin prepping your drink. “Yes, really. I like apples. And it’s delicious. And the color is fun.”

He rests an arm on the edge of the marble bar and leans in. “How incredibly boring of you.”

Once again, your expression falls flat. “Are you gonna be this fucking annoying the whole time? Because I’d rather wait by my car and get murdered.”

“I make no promises.”

“Clearly. And let me guess, you’re gonna order something cool and manly like a scotch on the rocks.”

Harry’s eyebrow quirks up before he smugly turns toward the bartender and calls, “I’ll have a SnakeBite.”

You can actually feel your eyes roll all the way into the back of your head. “God, you’re fucking pretentious.”

“Thank you,” he says with a smile, and you grit your teeth. “Will you relax? I haven’t even had a drink yet and you’re killing my buzz.”

“I’m not killing anything, I just can’t stand you.”

“No? Ouch. I thought we were friends.”

The sarcasm is evident, but you huff, nevertheless. “For the love of god, shut up.”

“What?” He nods his chin at you. “S’just a drink, don’t be so sensitive.”

“I’m sensitive because you’re annoying.”

“No, you’re sensitive because you’re wound up,” he retorts, eyeing you closely. It makes your skin crawl. “When’s the last time you got off, Tink?”

The inquiry makes you step back, almost as though trying to avoid his judgment. “None of your business.”

“So…couple weeks ago? In the closet, with me?” He clicks his tongue in disappointment. “That’s a long fucking time, Princess. No wonder you’re so uptight.”

Your mouth drops open, ready to scoff your resentment and perhaps a quippy remark before he suddenly steps forward and lowers his voice.

“Bet it’s achy, huh?” he coos, and the slight air condescension and sympathy makes your head spin. “Bet you hump your little pillow every night trying to get it done, yeah? But it never works, does it?”

Stunned and left without much remark, your lashes flutter.

He moves closer. “See, if we were friends…I’d offer to take you into the bathroom and help you out. But since you think you can do better…go ahead.”

He leans back while you gape at him. “I’m sorry…go ahead and do what?”

“Find someone,” he answers, glancing around the packed bar. “Take ‘em into the bathroom and let them bend you over the sink.”

“You can’t be serious—”

“Why not?” His eyebrow raises. “That’s the whole reason people come to bars. To get drunk and fuck.”

“Well…that’s not why I’m here.”

“It could be.”

“Harry…no—”

“Why? Seriously, why not? You need it.”

“I don’t…you’re so fucking rude, I don’t need to get off—”

“Coming is good for your health. And for your unfavorable attitude—”

“Oh, you are so fucking—”

“Rude? Annoying? Doesn’t make me any less right.”

You clamp your mouth shut and step closer, letting your gaze travel the expanse of his face. “Come on, Harry,” you murmur softly – salaciously – as his breath seems to catch. “Do you really think…you could watch me with some other guy?”

His expression twists, his mouth already forming around something else snappy and crude.

But it seems to get stuck on his tongue when you suddenly reach out and trail your fingers down his chest. Moving in until there’s only a single breath between you.

“Do you really think…you could watch me touch them?” you whisper, glancing down to your hand as it grazes over his pec. “Or know that they had me dripping down their cock…the way I always drip for you?”

He wants to fight you. Wants to snort and look away.

But he doesn’t. He can’t. He’s mesmerized by the power you so easily stole from him. Undone by the sound of your voice taunting him with an idea he can’t seem to stomach.

“Wanna know I’m whimpering their name the way I always whimper yours?” you continue, smoothing your other palm up the back of his neck. Squeezing just hard enough to make him straighten up. “Wanna see the marks on my throat from where they held me—”

“Easy,” he warns lowly, reaching up to snatch your wrist. But he doesn’t move you. “Not here—”

“Why?” You push up onto your tiptoes and let your lips ghost over his. “Who’s gonna see, hm? Who’s gonna care?”

His lashes flutter, eyes traveling down to your mouth. “Are you this desperate for it, Princess? Wanna fuck me right here in the middle of the bar? Make them watch?”

You smile, head tilting until the tip of your nose dances across his cheek. “Maybe,” you nearly purr. “Bet you like to be watched. You always like watching me.”

And maybe he knows you’re merely playing a game. Teasing him just to throw him off track and test his patience.

But he plays along, eager to see where it might lead. “Can’t help it,” he replies calmly, smirking himself. “Y’just always look so pretty when you’re three fingers deep in your cunt.”

“Yeah?” Your nails scratch at the soft curls near the nape of his neck. “Funny how I can make myself squirt better than you can.”

He exhales a rather sadistic chuckle while his arm reaches to loop around your waist, pulling your chest flush with his. “I wasn’t trying to make you squirt.”

“No?”

His head shakes once. “No. Trust me, Tink. If I wanted to…I would.”

“Then maybe you should.”

His lips part just enough to tease you with a taste. “Maybe I will.”

“Yeah? Right here? In front of everybody?”

Another grin. “I could. Be so fucking easy, too. Bend you over the bar, pull your soaked little panties down…spread you open so they can see how much of a dirty little cumslut you are.”

And perhaps this started as a ruse, but just the thought and the tantalizing way he speaks breeds a new inspiration.

“Cause you are, aren’t you?” he asks quietly, large hand pressing hard against your spine. “My dirty, fucking Princess? Get all wet and weepy from just a couple words?”

You swallow a whimper trying desperately to come free.

“Should I check?” he whispers, now subtly moving you over until your back meets the counter. “Hm? See if you’re as wound up as I think you are?”

You rifle through your list of responses but find that you have none to offer as his fingers delicately begin to trace the edge of your jeans. Provoking you further.

You reckon you should probably stop him. Point out what an idiotic idea this is and remind him that he’s still very much in public, surrounded by people.

But his body blocks you from most of the crowd, and nobody else is close enough to notice. And you suppose that even if they did look over, they wouldn’t exactly be able to see or understand.

His eyes flick to yours, looking for hesitation. But when he finds none, the corner of his mouth twitches up into a pleased smile.

“Dirty Princess,” he teases, sliding his hand into your pants as subtly as he can while you quickly glance around for prying eyes. “That’s right, Tink. Look at them.”

The feel of his cold fingers against your warm skin is like ecstasy, sending a rush of adrenaline straight down to your toes.

You gasp quietly to mask a whine, vision going hazy as you watch him study you.

“Oh, sweetie,” he tsks, smoothing his touch through your folds. Spreading and stroking as you reel. “Poor fucking thing. Did’ya get yourself all wet for me?”

“No,” you manage to reply, heart hammering against your rib cage when he smirks. “I was watching TikTok’s of Andrew Garfield earlier. This is for him.”

“Ah,” he hums, but he’s wildly amused, hand still cupping you gently before he swiftly pulls out and leaves you to wilt. “Well, in that case…”

He steps away, fingers tucked between his lips as he pretends to turn around.

However, before he can get far, you manage to capture a fistful of his shirt and yank him back to you.

And you kiss him. Without reluctance or fear. You kiss him, and you sigh against his mouth, and swallow his surprised but greedy moan.

His hands are on your hips, squeezing and pulling, desperate to tug you further into his frame.

You go willingly, becoming pliable in his hands. A few people cheer from beside you, raising their glasses and whistling like drunken animals.

But it makes you both smile, suddenly unencumbered by the ideas of what people might think or who might see.

And it’s strange to feel so at peace in his arms. Unnatural almost to find relief in his lips or safety in his presence. Because this is still the same Harry that would let you drown before he jumped in after you. That would rather tell you off than tell you he likes you – even as an acquaintance.

You’re not enemies, per se. You imagine you’re both too old for such childish rivalries. But he’s cruel and rude and blunt. His ego rivals the size of the moon, and his lack of care and inhibitions is proof that he could never be who you’d need him to be.

But that’s okay, you realize. You find serenity in the sadistic, strange behavior. Because it means you don’t have to commit to giving him anything more than what he deserves.

His tongue leaves a quick lick to yours before he pulls back and studies you from behind the dark frames of his glasses. “I need to fuck you.”

And you almost laugh at the frank way he speaks. “Yeah?”

“Yes.” His palm slides over the curve of your ass, squeezing it one, twice, three times. “Meet me in the bathroom.”

“Ew, no. I’m not fucking you in a crusty ass bathroom in a sketchy bar,” you retaliate with a scrunch of your nose. “Pick somewhere else.”

“There isn’t anywhere else,” he huffs. “Unless you really do want me to fuck right here in front of everybody.”

“That’s not funny.”

“M’not trying to be funny. I’m trying to fuck you.”

“Well…try harder.”

His eyes narrow. “Fine, you wanna fuck me on my bike?”

You blink. “Okay, that’s really not funny.”

“What?” He’s grinning again, and you hate the way his dimples pop out. Hate how charming they make him look. “Come on, I ride the bike, you ride me.”

You snort as you turn around to take a sip of your drink. “I’d rather get herpes.”

“Wow. Classy. Real fucking classy—”

“Admit it, you’ve had it before—”

“Oh, fuck you—”

“Well, you can’t. Remember?”

He scoffs. “Then where the fuck do you want to go?”

“I don’t know. Literally anywhere else?”

“Well, I’m not taking you back to mine.”

“No? You don’t want me to see the bridge you live under?”

“Troll jokes. Funny.”

“Thank you, I thought so. It’s very fitting.”

His expression falls flat before he sighs and steps closer again. “Meet me in the fucking bathroom,” he repeats quietly, “and let me fuck you. Let me make it better.”

You want to remind him – again – that a dirty bathroom in a crowded bar isn’t exactly the best place. You’d never get a moment of privacy, and the position would most likely be wildly uncomfortable.

But suddenly, none of your reasons seem to matter. Because it hurts to be away from him. Actually aches between your thighs, forcing you to swallow thickly.

So, instead of responding with an actual answer, you simply take his hand, and drag him through the crowd.

You catch his smug smile – and resist the urge to slap the glasses off his face – before yanking him into the hall and toward the bathroom.

You both stumble through the door, already back on each other’s lips. Kissing, and groping, and groaning as you work to get the lock flipped.

You pause for only a moment to make sure the single stall restroom is in fact empty while Harry uses this as encouragement to begin nipping down the side of your neck.

Your nails scratch down his scalp and he moans against the heat of your skin, exhaling his relief and lust all in the same breath.

His touch is firm – pointed and almost painful – as he pushes you back toward the wall. You gasp when you meet the cold, hard cement, lashes fluttering from the force and the sound of his belt coming undone.

He nods his chin at you, entertained by your fascination. “Come on, Princess. You’ve seen my cock before.”

“Just shut up and fuck me,” you murmur, swallowing thickly when he pulls himself out. “Before I change my mind and find somebody else."

He scoffs with a smile. “I’d like to see you try.”

He gives himself a few pumps, growing harder in his palm before he lets go and moves his attention to your jeans. He’s got them down your legs and pooled around your ankles in under thirty seconds flat, your panties soon following suit.

But he teases you for just a moment. Because of course he does, the sadistic fucker. Needing to hear you beg for him before he actually gives you what you both want.

“Harry,” you huff, glancing down as he presses a kiss to the inside of your thigh. “We don’t have time, and the floor is dirty. Just do it.”

“Just do it? How romantic,” he snorts before obliging and straightening back up. “Thought girls liked foreplay.”

“We do, but not in gross, dirty bathrooms.”

“Fine. Next time.”

And for some reason, the casual way he refers to the future makes your head spin. You always assume the two of you will continue from time to time. But hearing him promise to take care of you again…

It’s almost…nice?

Pushing the thought aside, you begin to turn around, hands pressing into the wall to brace yourself in preparation for what comes next.

But just as you’re getting comfortable, he suddenly grabs onto your hips, and spins you forward once again.

“No,” he murmurs softly, pretty green eyes trailing down your face. “No, I wanna see you this time.”

“Oh,” you whisper, skin growing hot as he steps between your legs. “Okay…?”

He grins lightly before reaching up to trail his thumb along your bottom lip. “I like watching you get all sappy when I fuck you. The way you grin when it feels good.”

Suddenly, your pulse starts to stagger. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. I like your smile.”

You suck in quiet breath. “I thought it creeped you out. That I had too many teeth.”

He chuckles to himself before taking hold of his cock and bringing it closer, trailing it between your legs. “You do. But that’s what makes you so beautiful.”

You think he must be out of his mind. Lost on the idea of sex and pleasure and SnakeBite’s. Tipsy and not all there. Because the Harry you know would never say something like that to you.

But you suppose you don’t really know Harry at all.

With that final thought, he hoists your leg over his hip, and begins to push in. It’s slow at first. You’re tense from the surroundings, from the loud sounds of the bar just on the other side of the wall, and from his admission.

But he loves it, cursing through gritted teeth before surging forward to kiss you. “Tink, you gotta fucking relax. Y’know I can’t do it if you don’t let me in.”

“Try…trying,” you pant, head falling back against the wall with a thud. “Sorry. Just go.”

He frowns, eyes rolling as his glasses begin to slip down the bridge of his nose. “M’not gonna go if you’re not stretched, Princess. I’m not trying to hurt you—”

“I don’t care,” you argue with a soft whine. “Really, I don’t care. Just go. Make it hurt.”

He releases your leg to slip his fingers just below your jaw, forcing your eyes on him. “Stop. M’not gonna do that, just relax.”

“I’m trying—”

“Try harder,” he murmurs, kissing the side of your mouth. “Come on, sweetie. Know you can do it. Know you always take me so well, don’t you?”

You nod fervently. “Yes…yeah, yes—”

“Then take me,” he whispers, his free fingers finding your clit. He rubs, and presses, and pinches until he feels you begin to unwind. “There you go…there she is, that’s my girl. S’better, isn’t it? Yeah? Gonna let me in now?”

You can’t exactly speak, already lost in the pleasure and the fullness his thick cock provides as it pushes past your walls and settles nearly in your belly.

The sound you make is depraved and eager, and it makes him smile. “That good, huh? So fucking cute how cockdrunk you get.”

“Shut…up,” you huff before reaching for his hair. “Faster.”

“Faster,” he repeats to himself, hips pulling back just to snap forward. “Always want it fast, don’t you? Never want me to take my time.”

“Cause I don’t want your dick in me longer than it needs to be,” you retort, but you both know that’s not true. “Fucking hurry—”

With a sharp and sudden thrust, he changes the pace. Obeying your command for fast and hard as your bodies shake with pleasure and force.

And you imagine it should feel quite strange to be so enamored by one man – one cock. But here you are, panting, and gasping, and whimpering as he fucks you against this bathroom wall. Ignoring the pounding of the fists against the door from people wanting to be let in.

He kisses you. Kisses all of you. Your lips, your cheek, your chin, your nose, your jaw, your neck, your collarbone. Tugs on your skin with his teeth before flattening his tongue against the tortured flesh.

His hand dances underneath your shirt. Palm smoothing up your stomach and over the cup of your bra. Slipping just far enough inside to knead you in his grasp. Make you whimper and push closer.

And he’s so warm. All of him is warm and soft and strong. He smells like mahogany and sex, and he feels like ecstasy.

You love his hands. The veins in his arms, the bulge of his muscles. The tan of his skin and the way he holds you.

He might be infuriating, but my god is he fun to look at.

“Fucking shit,” he snaps, readjusting his angle to make sure he’s fucking into you just right. “So fucking good, Tink. You’re shaking, sweetie. You close already?”

You can’t respond with words, instead clenching around him in an effort to prove his point.

He smirks, quickly reaching up to push his glasses back into place. “Good. Want you to come all over my cock, baby. Want you to soak me. Can y’do that for me, Princess? Can you soak my cock?”

You think you know what he means, but truth be told, you aren’t sure if you can. You’ve only done it twice before – by your own hand, not his – and you wonder if you’d even be able to like this.

But the question is answered for you when he moves just enough to find that sweet, spongy spot that unravels you faster than lightning.

He hits it over and over and over – perhaps without even realizing – and when you suddenly begin to cry out his name…he understands.

He watches as it happens, aiding in your pleasure by spitting on his fingers and bringing them down to your clit.

The ministrations are ruthless and beautiful, and it almost distracts you from the gushing between your legs, and the way you soak his thighs.

“Shit,” you think you hear him groan, his eyes nearly rolling back in his head. “So fucking good, Tink. Yeah, just like that. That’s good, baby, keep going. Give me all of it. Fucking all of it, sweetie, yeah.”

And just before you can go sliding down the wall out of pure exhaustion…he follows. Pressing his chest into yours to keep you upright as he spills inside your pussy, creating a bigger mess than before.

Everything is wet and sticky and warm. He’s breathing into your neck, holding onto your body so tight, you imagine you’ll see memories of him tomorrow.

And you stay, just for a moment. Learning how to take in air again and waiting for the feeling to return to your muscles.

“You okay?” he finally asks, exhaling the question into the sweaty skin of your throat. “Didn’t break you, did I?”

Your smile is lazy as you shake your head. “It would take a lot more than you to break me.”

And he laughs. In the kind of way that makes you clench around him again.

Which only makes him laugh harder.

“I fucking hope so.”

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ironskyfinder · 3 months

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Bounce/drop

Goonettes are one of god’s gifts to man.

Naive, doe-eyed, innocent girls who get exposure to the right kinds of filth at the right time end up as self-addicted pleasure dolls, chasing the next edge, the next rush. The only problem - for them, not for anyone else - is that often they rub themselves so dumb they can’t be trusted to edge without making mistakes and giving into pleasure, and they get to be so brainless that they need instructions on how best to corrupt themselves.

As I said, not a problem for anyone else.

Emily had still been a feminist, when she started following me - not much of one, but she still had moments where she'd go back to thinking she was equal, that she should go to college and have a career and make something of her life outside the kitchen and bedroom - and she hated it.

She mentioned, in one of her messages, that she had always wished she could make her breasts more sensitive - at a 38GG, I liked to remind her she had 'udders' - so, one of the times she asked for me to make her brain worse, I took her on an edge she still thanks me for even today.

ironskymaker [10:58PM] I wrote instructions for an edge for you, but this is a much more directed edge than just sending you gooning fuel and some degrading messages, so you’ll need to be able to narrow your attention to this so that you can respond when prompted. Understood?

ironskymaker [10:58PM] I'm not going to ask you to focus, I know you can't do that, not really.

goonette4everr [11:00PM] yes

ironskymaker [11:02PM] You’ll need to follow along closely, okay? I’m going to have you hump a pillow - I think you should use the pillow you sleep on - over and over and over, and I’m going to try and break your brain even more than usual. Ready?

goonette4everr [11:03PM] yessir

ironskymaker [11:04PM] As always, you should be naked when you edge. Take a selfie, once you are - think of it as the ‘before’ photo, so we can compare how you look once I’m done with you.

goonette4everr [11:05PM] you assume right. selfie taken.

ironskymaker [11:05PM] Face the mirror and start humping, nice and slow. Be gentle enough it’s frustrating, like I’m teasing you by holding your hips, slowing you down - just enough pressure that your clit begs for more, not enough to start you grinding mindlessly.

goonette4everr [11:07PM] ok...ok thas gonna drive me nuts

ironskymaker [11:08PM] That’s exactly the point. Light, little motions at first, enough to make you want to grumble and moan and swear because it's such a teasing sensation.

goonette4everr [11:08PM] fuck

ironskymaker [11:10PM] Good goonette, keep going. Little by little, faster and harder. Hips rocking back and forth, little by little pressing more against the pillow with those little motions. Watch yourself in the mirror, teased and frustrated but still grinding away like you’re told.

goonette4everr [11:10PM] hmmmnnn

ironskymaker [11:11PM] You’ve been craving this all week. Let yourself relax into it. You need this, turning your brain off and letting your clit think for you, edging for hours and hours until it’s all a blur. Keep humping, a little faster, a little harder - you should be starting to feel it now.

ironskymaker [11:13PM] How does your edge taste?

goonette4everr [11:13PM] goood, so wet

ironskymaker [11:14PM] Start grinding and humping faster, little by little. Every time you hump your pillow, you grind the littlest bit faster.

goonette4everr [11:15PM] hunh...feelin it now

goonette4everr [11:15PM] fuck!

ironskymaker [11:16PM] Less and less gently, keep your hips moving, faster and faster. Let the motions grow, the harder the edge gets the more you move.

ironskymaker [11:17PM] Keep going, a little harder every time you hump. Make the motions bigger, gradually starting to grind with a little more pressure each time. Harder, faster, keep grinding on your pillow. Look at yourself in the mirror and make an ahegao face, grinding extra hard and extra slow while you let your tongue hang out until the drool hits your tits.

goonette4everr [11:19PM] hnnnnnn oh ffuuuuuck

ironskymaker [11:19PM] Don’t forget to tug on your nipples a little to make them hard, if they weren’t already; don’t stop humping.

goonette4everr [11:20PM] theyr hard, mmmm god

ironskymaker [11:21PM] Pinch and pull on your teats, grind on your pillow more. Reach back and tease your asshole a little.

ironskymaker [11:21PM] Remember, all your useful parts deserve to be part of your edge - speaking of your mouth, test your gag reflex as you start humping faster and harder.

goonette4everr [11:22PM] hkkkkkkkkk

ironskymaker [11:22PM] How are you feeling, lil goonette?

goonette4everr [11:23PM] goodsogood! fukkk

goonette4everr [11:23PM] i look so dum so horni

goonette4everr [11:24PM] fuck!!

ironskymaker [11:25PM] Good! But I want you extra desperate and broken, so I’m giving you a break.

ironskymaker [11:25PM] Sit up off your pillow, so your drippy clit is nowhere near anything that might stimulate it - then hump the air, bouncing a little.

ironskymaker [11:27PM] Understood?

goonette4everr [11:27PM] whait noo

goonette4everr [11:28PM] nnnnnooo oh ok, ok, i will i will

ironskymaker [11:28PM] I know, it's hard to have self-control - but you don't need to! I'll have your self-control instead, just relax and obey.

goonette4everr [11:30PM] obeyying...is...goood....thanku sir

ironskymaker [11:30PM] Keep humping. Feel your tits swing as you bounce, feel how they want to pull you down, back onto the pillow. Grab one, suck on your nipple. Hump and grind and bounce. Grab the other and suck on both your nipples at once, then let them drop from your mouth. Hump the air a little more, bounce and let your udders drop, feel them pulling all the thoughts out of your brain.

goonette4everr [11:32PM] hnnnnnn

ironskymaker [11:32PM] Bounce and hump the air until your tits pull all the thoughts from your brain, until they pull you back down to humping your pillow.

ironskymaker [11:33PM] Doesn’t your edge feel better already?

goonette4everr [11:33PM] yyyyeesss

ironskymaker [11:34PM] Again, humping and grinding like a good girl, faster and harder. Grind your clit into your pillow as you reduce yourself to obedient holes for a stranger on the internet, like a real feminist traitor.

goonette4everr [11:35PM] i feel so slutty an stupid

goonette4everr [11:36PM] itsh shooo gooood!!!

ironskymaker [11:37PM] Look in the mirror - do you like the slut you see?

ironskymaker [11:37PM] Hump and bounce and whisper to yourself that your holes and tits are all that matter, they give you value and purpose and a reason for men to find you useful.

goonette4everr [11:39PM] i lov bein a traitor!! i luv lookin at myshelf bein a whoooore

goonette4everr [11:39PM] yessss hnnnn

ironskymaker [11:41PM] Grind even faster, even harder. You can really feel it now - you’re pressing harder, humping faster, hips moving more so you bounce - and when you bounce, your udders swing. When your udders swing, you feel your brain drain and you’re closer to just being tits and holes. Holes keep being drippy, tits keep bouncing.

ironskymaker [11:42PM] Now how does your edge taste, lil goonette?

goonette4everr [11:42PM] tassts like dspration

ironskymaker [11:43PM] Good. Keep going. Hump and bounce, letting the haze of the edge and the pull of your tits wash your mind away.

ironskymaker [11:44PM] Harder, faster, humping and grinding, leaking all over your pillow - pause for a moment, to bury your face in the wet spot you’re making, take a deep breath. Then get back on your pillow and keep humping. The smell and taste of your edge everywhere, rewiring your brain to tie that to the overwhelming pleasure you’re feeling.

goonette4everr [11:45PM] hhhnnnnn

goonette4everr [11:45PM] so dirrty

ironskymaker [11:46PM] You liked that too much not to do it again. Put your face into the pillow, rub it into the wet spot. You love how the sensation corrupts you, how it makes your edge so much stronger. Don’t you?

goonette4everr [11:48PM] fuck pleas yess

ironskymaker [11:49PM] Edging makes you feel so good, your brain can barely take it - but that’s fine, you don’t need it anyway, you don’t need to think.

ironskymaker [11:49PM] The instructions become your actions.

ironskymaker [11:50PM] Your clit isn’t there to handle big thoughts, your udders aren’t made for thinking, but you were made to obey. Keep humping and grinding, edging and bouncing, faster and harder.

goonette4everr [11:52PM] hmmm...yesh yeh no thnk...jus...edge

ironskymaker [11:53PM] The more you edge, the more you’re just drooling holes and bouncing udders. Wipe the slick juices running down your thighs all over your face and imagine tasting it on a thick cock filling your throat. Don’t stop grinding, don’t stop bouncing, keep your hips moving.

goonette4everr [11:54PM] bounc

ironskymaker [11:54PM] Wipe the slick mess from your cunt onto your nipples, pinch and pull on your teats. Keep one of your teats in your mouth, massage and milk the other. Hump and bounce and grind, let your brain go blank, then let your udder drop and suck your other nipple clean. Are you enjoying yourself?

goonette4everr [11:56PM] iy am...iam!!!

goonette4everr [11:57PM] i tayst so gud

ironskymaker [11:57PM] Does the girl looking back at you from the mirror seem like she’s having fun too?

goonette4everr [11:59PM] she dos, she looks sho happi, so blank

ironskymaker [11:59PM] I bet she looks like a porndoll. Her eyes all unfocused, sweaty, shaking, needy, her desperate clit soaking her pillow.

goonette4everr [12:00AM] mmmhmmm...such a needyslut

goonette4everr [12:00AM] shooo dum

ironskymaker [12:01AM] Time for another break.

goonette4everr [12:01AM] hnnnnnnnn!!!!

ironskymaker [12:02AM] I know you don’t want to, but - stop edging, sit up so you can hump the air like the desperate fuckmeat you are.

goonette4everr [12:03AM] yeshyesytes!

ironskymaker [12:04AM] I know you’re horny, I know you’re needy, just let your hips move against the nothing and let the ache drain your thoughts away.

ironskymaker [12:04AM] And, while you do - pick up your tits, play with them, squeeze and massage them, hold them out and then drop them.

goonette4everr [12:05AM] mmm...

ironskymaker [12:05AM] Feel that pull make you dumber. Let the things you used to call ‘important’ wash away as you start bouncing in the air, as your udders pull your thoughts out of your mind

ironskymaker [12:06AM] Did you have work today, did you have plans after, were there errands that need doing? Pick up your tits, play with them, then drop them as you bounce, and all of it is gone.

goonette4everr [12:07AM] hmmm...gone.

goonette4everr [12:07AM] allgone

ironskymaker [12:09AM] Bounce, drop. Take another selfie, see what you look like after I’ve played with your brain for less than an hour, and imagine how much more I’ll do.

goonette4everr [12:09AM] hheeehee she looksh crazi

goonette4everr [12:10AM] sush a mess!

ironskymaker [12:10AM] Hump, grind, bounce, drop. Tits don’t have plans. Holes don’t run errands.

goonette4everr [12:11AM] mmmmmm

ironskymaker [12:11AM] There’s only obedience, only edging and doing what you’re told. Bounce, drop, hump, grind.

goonette4everr [12:12AM] only

goonette4everr [12:12AM] please

ironskymaker [12:12AM] How does your edge taste now?

goonette4everr [12:14AM] sssssgud

goonette4everr [12:14AM] ssssssnice

goonette4everr [12:14AM] fuckk

ironskymaker [12:15AM] Bounce, drop. More thoughts gone, brain all drained. Hump, grind, bounce, drop.

ironskymaker [12:16AM] Bounce, drop. Take another selfie, see what you look like after I’ve played with your brain for less than an hour, and imagine how much more I’ll do tomorrow.

ironskymaker [12:17AM] The girl in the mirror just wants to keep edging and bouncing and dropping forever, and so do you. Bounce, drop.

goonette4everr [12:17AM] please ruinmy brain mroe

goonette4everr [12:18AM] hheeehee she looksh crazi

goonette4everr [12:18AM] sush a mess!

ironskymaker [12:19AM] And how are you feeling now, lil goonette?

goonette4everr [12:21AM] alll edged out, reallly hazy

ironskymaker [12:22AM] Good goonette. Bedtime, then, and no touching until the morning.

goonette4everr [12:23AM] ohh fuck yessir please tomorrow

goonette4everr [12:23AM] i can’t wait

@goonedoutdropout

#based on a real conversation #goonette #patriarchy kink #daddy's good girl #fr33use #cvmdump #bitchmaker #corruption kink #sluttraining #girlbreaking #mindfuck #edging kink #edging and denial #bimboization #dumbification #bimbofied #good girls edge #edge slvt

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‘ CHILL OUT ‘

pt.3

READ PARTS 2 AND 1 BEFORE READING THIS !

— e42! miles morales x black! fem! reader

synopsis — you’ve been cheated on, you’ve been lied to, and you’ve been heartbroken but you damn well ain’t gon be wallowing in self pity forever.

“you’re not mad?” jess asks you, her face covered in surprise. “nope.” you shrug, grabbing your bag full of snacks and walking out of the store, jess trying to follow up behind you. “on god?” she inquires, biting the inside of her cheek. you kept on walking without any response. “i take that as a no. look, please don’t say anything to jaya. she really trusts me and-“ jess is cut off with you heaving a sigh. “you’ve been talking shit too, huh?” you confront jess, well..not really..it’s more of a yes or no question. “what? ahah! why would you say that?” jess chuckles nervously, twiddling her thumbs.

“i’ve known jaya since sixth grade and i been living in brooklyn since i was born. i know when people talk shit about me, i’m not an idiot. so i will ask you one more time,” you take a deep breath. “have you been talking shit?” jess sighs and stops walking, turning around and walking the other way. that was enough of an answer for you. “fuckin’..” you mumble, walking back to your dorm. everything fell apart within the span of two days. you learned your boyfriend cheated on you, your so called “friend” was talking shit about you to someone new. this was terrible. you missed miles, as much as you hate to say it. you wanted him to hold you and have him tell you he loves you and all of this never happened. you look on your key ring and see the key to miles’ dorm room. you change routes and head over to his room, hoping it’d just be him so his roommate wouldn’t have to hear the oh so awkward conversation. you walk up the stairs leading to the dorms and find yourself outside miles’,contemplating on leaving. before you could think anymore, you insert the key into the lock and walk in, the smell of miles’ cologne hitting your nose. you walk into miles’ room to see him on the bed, seeming as if he’s sleeping. you knew this was a dumb idea. you bite your lip and turn to leave.

“come back..” miles mumbles, rolling into the wall to make room for you. “miles-“ you groan. “just come here. please.” you take your shoes off and lay next to him, trying to not make bodily contact with your ex. in his bed. you and miles sit in silence for a while, listening to the bustling sound of traffic outside and the occasional laughter of children walking down the street. “miles.” you whisper, turning to face him. “yeah?” he whispers right back. “what really happened?” you ask, watching miles hands inch closer to your own.

“if i tell you this you won’t do nothing stupid, right?” miles turns to you, cocking a brow. “promise.” you tell him. miles sighs. “y’know that party i went to like a month ago?” you nod. “i was walking ‘round talkin’ to people, and yo’ lil’ friend jaya came up to me talking bout how she wanted to get put on with me — so i said no cause i already got a girl, right?” you nod along while miles talks. “then she was talking ‘bout how she was better than you this that and the third and i’m like, ‘what?’ you feel me?” you scrunch your face up. someone has to be lying. it’s either him or jaya. “wait wait,” you interrupted him. “jaya said you called her phone?” miles scrunches his face up and looks at you crazy.

“forreal? nah, she’s lying to you ma’.” miles chuckles lowly, pulling you into his side. “are you sure?” you question him, ignoring the fact he told you he did inafct cheat.

“mhm.”

you couldn’t help but think he was lying too, miles was prone to lie. like the time he said he would come home at 9 and came home at 2:30 in the morning or the time he told you he’d never lie to you, but he did, and you couldn’t help but think he’s doing it again. “you’re a liar, miles.” you whisper into his stature.

“i wouldn’t lie to you-“ “but you would. you’ve done it countless times and you expect me to fall for it again. well i won’t, miles morales,” you tell him, pushing yourself off of the bed and walking out his room. “baby, come back.” miles says sternly, getting up and following behind you. “no. you can’t force me to stay here wit’ yo lying, cheating ass. you told me you cheated,” you pointed an accusatory finger into his chest. “and you wanna sit here and sweet talk me? well it’s not gonna fucking work.” you sniff, turning around and walking out the door.

you were gonna get your revenge and fast.

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To Be a Princess

Chpt 3

Last/Next

TW: Disordered eating, Violence, Not proofread (just tell me and I’ll correct any mistakes)

A/N: This isn’t crazy because I’m going through a lot and just want happiness for a moment lmao. Short and sweet.

Hajime munches on his own salad and watches as you finally finish separating out all of your lettuce and eat only the cucumbers and other small things. He smiles.

“The villa we bought… it’s almost done.” Hajime breaks the silence. You have no idea what he’s talking about. “Haruchiyo is going to be watching you here while Mikey and I go see the progress today.”

“Who the fuck is Haruchiyo? And why can’t I come?”

“You’ve met him before. And I just don’t want to bring you. You’ve been… difficult lately.”

So, you’re being punished? “Whatever.”

“You know, I don’t really like Haruchiyo. He’s a bit- If he wasn’t bringing Mikey I would’ve had someone else do it.”

Huh?

✮✮✮

You do recognize Haruchiyo. A scarred face with a bright pink mullet and blonde roots starting to show. The man who drugged you on your night out. Your one perfect chance to run that he didn't let you take.

“Why do they always have me doing stupid shit. I am not a babysitter.” He huffs as he falls into the plush cushion of the couch right next to you.

“Because you look like that.” You respond flatly to words that weren’t aimed at you. You’re sure you’re right, though. Look at him. Without the scars he still would look crazy.

His head turns to meet your gaze. There’s a moment of quiet consideration before his lips crack into a crooked grin. He raises his hand slowly to meet your mouth. Suddenly the nail of his thumb presses into the gash on your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood and make you jerk to the far side of the couch.

“At least I don’t look like you, right?” He quips and smiles to reveal unusually straight and bright teeth. “Guess that’s why you couldn’t go either.” He shrugs.

Your brows furrow.

“What did he do that for?” Haruchiyo prods. He turns his body to face you and curls up on the couch. His head rests on the cushion and he waits for you to tell the story with a closed smile and a glimmer in his big, blue eyes.

It’s a visceral thing to recall. Your face aches at the memory.

“A couple of days ago, we got into an argument.” You can’t recall what about. “I took the elevator down and he followed me, so I ran and tried to knock on the neighbors doors, but nobody answered.”

Hajime was pissed. You can still feel his hands almost pulling out your hair as he dragged you back home. The burn of the carpeted hallways against your knees and your throat raw from screaming. It never quite leaves you.

Haruchiyo snickers and shakes his head.

“When he caught me, he slammed me into the wall, so I think that’s how my lip was busted. But my eye,” You point at the black eye and cut that sits right under it. “He punched me once and his ring sliced me pretty deeply.” You can still see the anger on Hajimes face so clearly in your mind.

Haruchiyo is keeled over in tears from his laughter. It’s not that funny. At least not to you.

“Are you fucking dumb? No one lives in this place.”

It’s obvious now. No cops were called. Neighbors certainly would’ve heard your screams. But no one came to help. No one will come to help. It’s been a slow realization.

“We thought about starting to rent it out later this year but I couldn’t tell you shit about what’s going on with that. I doubt it’ll happen now, with him beating you up in the hallways and stuff.”

✮✮✮

“She can’t come to my place? Why do I have to stay here?”

You can hear bits of what Hajime is saying over the phone.

I’ll be back in the morning…I don’t trust you….

“Whatever.” Haruchiyo rolls his eyes and hangs up before Hajime finishes talking and immediately calls someone else.

“I’m stuck at Koko’s place with this girl. Come over?” He smirks at something you can’t hear. “Yeah, okay.”

✮✮✮

Ran is an objectively beautiful man. Even the absence of a soul behind his eyes adds to his allure. It’s a shame. Ran could model, but instead he’s this.

“Hajime is going to kill both of you.” You giggle as you watch Ran pour one of Hajime's favorite expensive wines into Haruchiyos mouth. It slightly overflows and starts to trail down his chin before Ran catches it with his index finger and licks it off the digit.

“He’ll kill Haru, not me. I was never here.” He speaks playfully as he turns to you. Haruchiyo sits behind him on the too big kitchen table rubbing his leg against Rans. “Open up. Your turn.”

You don’t really like Hajimes wine but you do as you’re told. Your head is tilted back and your mouth hangs open in wait, but before the splash of the dark red wine hits your tongue, you feel the warmth of Ran’s hand on your neck holding you steady.

It feels good to do something that you know will piss that man off even if it’s just swallowing down his favorite nasty drink.

After Ran takes his own swig he says something about how good the wine is, but you don’t hear it. What you do hear is his next statement:

“I would never let that happen to my face.” Both he and Haruchiyo laugh when your only response is a middle finger.

So, Ran knows he’s good looking.

Haruchiyo leans into his friends chest and Ran embraces him with the bottle still in his hands.

“Yeah, but it makes sense for Koko. Remember that uhh… The guy?” Haruchiyo looks up at Ran who’s still lost in grimacing at the marks on your face.

Ran shakes his head. “What guy?”

Haru pulls out of Rans arms to really look at him. “The blonde one? With the- uhmm. The ugly hair.”

Rans brows knit closer as he tries to remember. He nods as if he’s following, but you can tell he’s still confused.

“Koko stalked him for a while. What was his name?”

“The faggot with the burn mark across his face?”

“Yes!”

“I don’t know.”

“Well, Koko- NO. Girl!” Haruchiyo turns to you with wide eyes and a smug grin. “Before you, there was this like… guy. And I don’t know if they were dating or not but they definitely broke up and- uhm…” He looks to Ran and snaps his fingers trying to remember what happened.

“Yeah.” Ran sounds much calmer. “A couple years ago, it ended between them and Koko went and beat the guy about it.” He shrugs and takes a sip of the wine. “They weren’t together, but Koko was obsessed with him so when the guy didn’t want anything to do with him he lost it.”

“I remember after that he got worse. So I think it makes sense why he’s weird now.”

Ran thinks for a moment and then nods. “They used to be best friends before they got separated, then I don’t know. I see the guy sometimes and I think he remembers me.”

It would’ve been nice to know this before getting this far in.

“You think they fucked?” Haru muses.

“I hope. For Kokos sake.” Ran scoffs.

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“What would you do if I tried to leave?” You can’t tell if you’re being serious when you ask and Haru doesn’t seem bothered enough to answer aloud.

He only pulls up his shirt just enough to flash the gun tucked in his waistband. Without looking, Ran says “Be good.” And you can’t tell if he’s talking to you or Haru with the way his eyes never leave the tv screen.

“Shooting me doesn’t really seem like the solution.”

The man shrugs and rests his head on Ran’s shoulder.

“You’re too malnourished to get very far anyway.” He teases.

He’s right. You drop it.

You have no idea what movie you’re watching. It’s late and you’re a little tipsy. This is the best life has been in a while. Why run?

#Haru: What a waste of building. Beautiful building.#me changing this chapter last minute after having worked on it for a month 😿#tokyo rev x reader #bonten x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tw: violence #tw: ed

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Of Longing in Libraries

Edward Nygma/Jonathan Crane

Work count:1069

Art by @bvggie

Not to mention the fact that they tended to have public computers, making things done on them a bit harder to pin down on any one person in particular.

Edward had found himself spending more and more time at the library simply due to its often-overlooked convenience. Purely nefarious with no other reason, of course.

It had nothing to do with the librarian with the sharp face littered with scars. Not at all. Except that his plan was over- he’d managed to blackmail the company he used to work for into putting his name on his creations as they should’ve anyways- and yet he still found himself in the library the next day.

Well, it’d look suspicious to immediately stop this routine he had set, right? He’d have to keep coming by for a little while, at least. Maybe a long while, if it came down to it. And if he asked for help instead of looking for books through the computer used to locate them? Well, that was his business.

“Hello there!” Edward greeted, a charming smile on his face. The man at the counter, however, looked downright hostile.

“Ms. Gordon is here if you have any questions.” He muttered, not bothering to look from the computer.

“But Dr. Crane, I trust your expertise greatly. You see, I’m trying to locate this book-“

“If you already know what you wanna read, what’s my expertise needed for?”

Edward floundered slightly for a moment.

“You’re quite a bit taller than me and Ms. Gordon”. He decided on, and if he showed any sign that he’d decided on that on the fly, Crane was at least polite enough to not show any suspicion.

He sighed and stood up, coming around the desk.

“What’re you looking for?”

“A Molecule Away from Madness”

Crane raised an eyebrow, but walked past Edward, who quickly fell into step after him.

“Author?”

“Peskin. 612.82.”

The librarian faltered for a moment.

“You know the Dewey Decimal number and you couldn’t find it on your own?”

“Perhaps I didn’t want to have to search for your brain science books when I could ask for help.”

Crane sighed, meandering through the building to the right area immediately, Edward following quickly behind.

“Good thing I was coming here anyways.” He muttered in his southern drawl. Edward found the book quickly- not that he hadn’t known where it was to begin with- and watched the taller man skim the titles before choosing one.

“The Psychology of Fear? Didn’t think you the type” Edward quipped.

“You think of me a lot, Mr. Nygma?”

A bit more than he should, perhaps- though he wouldn’t say that.

“Perhaps. I do have to remain somewhat of an enigma.”

Crane rolled his eyes behind his glasses at the pun, tucking the book under his arm.

“If that’s all, I’ll be heading back to my desk.”

Edward looked up, not quite reacting fast enough to stop him. That was fine, though, there was a seating area a few yards from his desk.

Edward headed back the way they came, curling into a chair somewhat facing the desk and opening his book.

It was a little sad that he, of all people, couldn’t focus on it. It wasn’t that it was a bad read, far from it. He’s sure that he’d love it if he could devote enough of his mind to reading it.

It was starting to be problematic, how his mind effectively blanked in favor of looking at the librarian. All scars and sharp angles- uncommon, sure, but certainly that couldn’t be enough for Edward of all people to fall victim to.

Not that that was all that it was- Dr. Crane was certainly intelligent as well, and it was glaringly obvious. Edward wanted a look into his mind, to see how the gears turned. He craved an actual intelligent conversation like he craved air, but something about the man struck him dumb temporarily- in a matter of speaking, of course.

Edward didn’t notice he’d been blankly staring in Crane’s direction while his mind carefully considered itself. Or at least he didn’t notice until the taller man was standing.

Edward froze as he approached, stopping in front of Edward.

“D’you need something else, Mr. Nygma?”

“You can call me Edward,” he insisted a bit too quickly. He kicked himself mentally, watching Crane raise an eyebrow.

“Edward, then.”

And oh, wasn’t that something? Edward’s breath stuttered slightly at the way Crane’s accent curled around his name before he quickly composed himself.

“Don’t think I need anything, though. I was just thinking.”

Crane made a noise of acknowledgment before taking the seat beside him.

That hadn’t happened before.

“Dr. Crane?”

“Figured if that’s where you look when you’re thinking, might as well get out of your way.” He explained, not looking up from the book he’d just reopened.

“I see.” Edward muttered, looking to his own book. He glanced over a few times before breaking the silence.

“Is brain science your preferred field?”

“I was a psychology professor before. But you don’t learn as much as a professor as you do when you’ve got some of the most informative books on any subject within arms reach at all times. The brain’s complicated; there’s always more to know.”

“Exactly, what’s the point of specializing if you just decide you’ve learned enough one day?” Edward insisted in agreement. “There’s always more to know! But once you hit a certain point you’re expected to consider yourself an expert, like anyone is an expert, please. So you don’t learn anything new, you just tell your students what you already know!”

“You understand, don’t you? No one’s ever really done learning. If you think you are, you’re doing it wrong.”

“Agreed…”

“Jonathan.”

Edward smiled softly.

“Jonathan.” He repeated, trying not to grin too wide. Jonathan Crane.

It fit him. In the same ways his flannels fit him- despite always being a size or two larger than they should be. It fit him like the glasses on his nose and the deep brown eyes behind them fit his face.

Oh he was falling hard, wasn’t he?

“Well, nice to properly meet you, Jonathan.”

“Likewise, Edward.”

Yeah, Edward decided. The library was worth his time.

#jonathan crane #edward nygma #scriddler #riddlecrow

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obsessivelyloved · 6 months

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(I hope you know I don’t really proofread any of my oneshots so there may be some spelling and grammar mistakes here and there)

I finished the little Drabble on Edd witnessing the security guard getting brutally murdered! I kinda let it end on a cliffhanger on what Edd does after the guard gets killed :)

…………

Night shines from above as Edd runs. The security guard grips his hand tight as the two make a beeline to a building Edd assumes is the security guard’s room.

Neither of them speak as the guard slams the door open and the two run inside. The door is then closed and locked hastily. Both Edd and the guard pant for a moment, catching air for the first time after running for as long as they did.

At last, the guard turns to look at Edd. “Kid, you’ve made a really dumb decision to come here.” He says, to which Edd can only nod in response. Despite Edd basically breaking the law, he can tell that’s the guards least of concerns at the moment.

The security guard sighs before pushing himself to his feet. “The security room is just ahead, we will be much safer there than here.” Edd nods in understanding, his voice useless in his throat, and he stands up as well to follow the security guard.

They make their way into a room with monitors that show live security feeds of the entire park. Silence rings out in the room. It takes Edd a moment to find his voice, his shock still making it hard to speak. “… I’m sorry I broke into this place…” Edd says. His words come out slower than he would normally speak, but Edd could care less at the moment.

“I’m not going to say what you’ve done is okay, but I am going to say that I’m glad you chose to look for me.” The guard replies. “This place is dangerous at night.” The two fall silent again, unsure of what to say.

Edd watches the guard mess with the security cameras. His mind drifts back to the events of earlier, when he found a way to escape the gift shop and make a run for it. It was truly terrifying for him. Edd regrets ever trusting the three robots earlier.

If Edd hadn’t trusted the robots earlier, maybe he would still be at home, asleep and having nice dreams instead of this nightmare he found himself in. Honestly, Edd would take Eduardo’s teasing at school over this situation, and Edd hates Eduardo! If only Edd had-

A loud bang rings through the room. The guard jumps up at the noise. Edd can feel cold terror rush through him as another bang sounds out through the room, before one final bang resonates…. With the sound of a door being swung open.

“Shit!” The guard cries, “They found us!” Pure horror infiltrates Edd’s mind and he fights himself to hold back his panic. Edd watches as the guard rushes over to him. “Kid, you need to hide!” Edd nods, not needing to be told twice as he rushes to find somewhere he can hide.

Edd finds a cabinet that looks small enough for him to squeeze into. He doesn’t hesitate to get down and crawl into the cramped space. When he manages to fit himself fully into the cabinet, he grabs the door and pulls it nearly shut. However, there is no knob that he can use to fully shut the door from the inside.

Edd’s heart races loudly as he peeks through the door crack. He can see the security guard pick up an axe from a drawer as loud metal footsteps rapidly approach. Before the guard can even properly prepare himself, he is tackled down by a blurry figure.

The guard lands on the floor, being pinned down by a futuristic looking Tom robot. Edd can only assume this is one of the ‘future’ counterparts the others were talking about.

“WHERE IS HE?!” The Tom counterpart screams. Another robot runs into the room, this one looking more like Matt’s counterpart. The guard screams, “I WON’T FUCKING TELL YOU!” This only makes the robots angrier.

Edd can only watch in horror as the guard starts screaming, as his head is repeatedly banged against the floor, leaving a bloody pool, as the guard is torn apart… it is so brutal that Edd can barely recognize the security guard, even as he is still alive and being killed… tears prick his eyes and he wants to save the guard so badly from his fate, but Edd can only watch…

i’m at work rn so i can’t say much but anon i love love love this holy shit i can’t stop reading in our camera blind spot

#i’m definitely writing something continuing the after math either on my lunch or when i’m off at 4

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Happy Birthday Remedy

(Just a little something for our beloved Clone Medic Remedy! Remedy of course belongs to @kkrazy256! )

Remedy was done.

Finally no more dumb commanders to chase after, when they forgot to check in for their assessments. All the guard members were settled for small treatments in the Medbay with his follow medics watching over them. He could return to his little section of the Medbay and sit down. The medic grabbed at his curls, thankful to even let his hair down for a moment as he proceeded towards his desk; no doubt with datapads and records to check over…

Which was why he paused when there was a box on his desk.

He narrowed his eyes, tight behind his frames.

Was this another thing of Pharma’s?

His body tense as he approached the box before his eyes turned towards movement. He decided to strike out quick, graping a pen and-

“Ow!”

Remedy paused.

It was a brother, but not the one he had expected as Rhythm held his head. The pen hadn’t left a mark but a part of Rhythm's forehead was blossoming into a soft red.

“Killer aim there, Remedy…” He chuckled. “But I get that for trying to hide and sneak upon you… especially with how things are.”

“What are you doing… and why did you feel the need to hide?” Remedy tutted as he approached the younger clone, gently grasping Rhythm’s head to assess the damage.

“I’m sorry for-“

“Remedy. It’s okay” Rhythm chuckled as he looked at the medic. “Give me the verdict? I’m gonna continue on?”

Rhythm got a soft knock on his head as he winced.

“Sure. Now please explain?” Remedy stepped back. “I now assume the box is yours.”

Rhythm beamed excitedly as he approached the desk as he waved his arm over the desk.

“It’s for you! You gotta open it first before I explain”

Remedy watched Rhythm and noted he wasn’t going to budge from his position until he’d do what had been requested. He looked over the box for a moment, pulling at the red ribbon that sat around it. He grasped the lid and lifted as a strong aroma filled the air. His brows furrowed as Rhythm almost vibrated with excitement at what appeared to be a tightly packed bowl of stew, a box of something though he could feel the heat from it, a small plush of a loth cat, an envelope and some scribbled on flimsy which displayed his name on, despite it being ‘Mr Remidy’ rather than Remedy.

“Read the flimsy, please.” Rhythm directed as Remedy reached in and pulled the flimsi out.

Upon the page read;

‘To Mr Remidy!

Rithm said it was your bithday!

HAPY BITHDAY!!

Luv Vite n Agi’

Remedy looked over the flimsi before letting out a soft smile. There were red squiggles along the film and a blocky appearing Remedy.

“He’s getting better.”

“Yeah, I swear I won’t have enough space in my locker for all his notes and drawings.” Rhythm laughed before pointing.

“He told Lenta that you needed a cake because that’s what Leela had in his class, I made to mention that you would prefer something hotter so Lenta made you some meat dumplings and a stew from Ryloth… and trust me, it’s a scorcher.” Rhythm chuckled as he explained about the food items.

“I ran over early this morning to collect it from her, she hopes you enjoy it and she’d be willing to make more if you ever came past her place. Meanwhile the Loth cat was Agi’s idea! The kids wanted something extra to give you so they ended up on a toy… though Vite didn’t know what to get you… Which was when Agi ended up reaching out and the toy jumped out into Lenta’s basket! She was stunned! Little biter’s only a year and a half!”

Remedy looked over, eyebrows raised.

“She has the force?”

“Seems so! Granted she hasn’t show much of it off… But that explained why some of her toys would be elsewhere than in their places” Rhythm grinned with the proud look of a parent would have. “Though I think the two would like a sneaky visit to see you and make sure their gifts were well received.”

Remedy snorted as he shook his head, he knew what would happen if he didn’t.

One day he was walking from the barracks to find Vite standing in the hall, having snuck in through a crate and wanting to see Rhythm. He had comm’d Rhythm who had no idea, and according to Toast; fallen out of his chair in shock. The two had led the cheeky Twi’lek boy back to the front desk where his Mother was tapping her foot and holding Agi who wanted to also be held by one of the two, hands reaching out and grasping.

Remedy looked to the envelope curiously next.

“Ah this?”

“Ah my gift… with a bit of help.” Rhythm grinned as Remedy pulled out tickets.

“The next Meat Droids show?”

“Yunn helped… He knows his ways around and he’s helped me get my tickets previously before. For extra side work with Dj-ing.” Rhythm scratched his head wincing, Remedy shook his head disappointed.

“I’m not getting you more stims to keep you awake.”

All he got was a hum in response as Rhythm looked to Remedy.

“Happy Birthday” He spoke warmly. “I hope you didn’t mind the box and sorry about the scare!” He apologised as Remedy put a hand on his shoulder.

“It’s okay. And thanks. I didn’t realise it came around so fast… Wait, how did you know about my birthday…?”

“….oh look at the time-“

“RHYTHM WERE YOU LOOKING UP MEDICAL DOCUMENTS WHILE WORKING?”

“OH I NEED TO CHECK IN WITH TOAST-“

“RHYTHM”

#star wars #swtcw #tcw #the clone wars #clone medic remedy #cmo remedy #communications corrie rhythm #Coruscant Guard #happy birthday remedy!!#ive had not much brain power but i hope this works ;;#rogue writings

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menemennpastirma · 1 year

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Ren - Hi Ren

Lyrics: [Intro] Ooooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooooh Ooooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooooh

[Verse 1] Hi there Ren It's been a little while Did you miss me? You thought you’d buried me, didn't you? Risky… 'Cause I always come back Deep down you know that Deep down you know I'm always in periphery Ren, aren't you pleased to see me? It's been weeks since we spoke, bro, I know you need me You’re the sheep, I'm the shepherd Not your place to lead me Not your place to be biting off the hand that feeds me Hi Ren, I’ve been taking some time to be distant I’ve been taking some time to be still I'vе been taking some time to be by mysеlf since my therapist told me I'm ill And I've been making some progress lately, and I've learnt some new coping skills So I haven't really needed you much, man I think we need to just step back and chill Ren, you sound more insane than I do You think that those doctors are really there to guide you? Been through this a million times Your civilian mind is so perfect at always being lied to Okay, take another pill, boy! Drown yourself in the sound of white noise Follow this ten-step program, rejoice! All your problems will be gone! Fucking dumb boy Nah, mate, this time it's different man, trust me I feel like things might be falling in place And my music's been kinda doing bits too Like I actually might do something great And when I'm gone, maybe I'll be remembered For doing something special with myself That's why I don't think that we should talk, man 'Cause when you're with me, it never seems to help You think that you can amputate me? I am you, you are me, you are I, I am we We are one, split in two, that makes one, so you see: You got to kill you if you wanna kill me I'm not left over dinner, I’m not scraps on the side Oh, your music is thriving? Delusional guy! Where's your top ten hit? Where's your interview with Oprah? Where are your Grammy's Ren? Nowhere! Yeah, but, my music's not commercial like that I never chased numbers, statistics or stats I never write hooks for the radio They never even play me, so why would I concern myself with that? But my music is really connecting And the people who find it respect it And for me, that's enough ‘Cause this life's been tough so it gives me a purpose I can rest in Man, you sound so pretentious! Ren, your music is so self-centered No one wants to hear another song about how much you hate yourself, trust me You should be so lucky, having me inside you to guide you, remind you to manage expectations Provide you perspective, that thing you neglected, I get it You wanna be a big deal, next Jimi Hendrix? Forget it Man, it's not like that Man, it's just like that, I'm inside you, you twat! No, it's not, man you're wrong, when I write I belong Let me break the fourth wall by acknowledging this song: Ren sits down, has a stroke of genius He wants to write a song that was not done previous A battle with his subconscious, Eminem did it Played on guitar? Plan B did it! Man you're not original, you criminal, rip-off artist The pinnacle of your success is stealing other people's material Ren, mate, we've heard it all before Oh, "She sells seashells on the sea shore" Fuck you! I don't need you, I don't need to hear this 'Cause I'm fine by myself, I'm a genius! And I will be great, and I will make waves, and I'll shake up the whole world beneath us That's right, speak your truth! Your fucking god complex leaks out of you It's refreshing to actually hear you say it! Instead of downplay it “Ugh, music is all about the creative process and if people can find something to relate to within that, then that's just a bonus” Fuck you! I'ma fucking kill you, Ren Well, fucking kill me, then! Let's fucking have you, Ren I'ma do it, watch me prove it, who are you to doubt my music? ‘Cause I call the shots, I choose if you die Yeah, I call the shots and so I choose who survives I'll tie you up in knots when I lock you inside

[Bridge] News flash I was created at the dawn of creation I am temptation I am the snake in Eden I am the reason for treason Beheading all kings, I am sin with no rhyme or reason Sun of the morning, Lucifer, Antichrist Father of lies, Mestophales Truth in a blender, deceitful pretender The banished avenger, the righteous surrender When standing in front of my solar eclipse My name, it is stitched to your lips, so you see I won't bow to the will of a mortal, feeble and normal You wanna kill me? I'm eternal, immortal I live in every decision that catalysed chaos That causes division I live inside death, the beginning of ends I am you, you are me, I am you, Ren!

[Verse 2] Hi Ren, I’ve been taking some time to be distant I’ve been taking some time to be still I’ve been taking some time to be by myself and I've spent half my life ill But just as sure as the tide starts turning Just as sure as the night has dawn Just as sure as the rainfall soon runs dry when you stand in an eye of a storm I was made to be tested and twisted I was made to be broken and beat I was made by His hand, it's all part of His plan that I stand on my own two feet And you know me, my will is eternal And you know me, you've met me before Face to face with a beast, I will rise from the east, and I'll settle on the ocean floor And I go by many names also Some people know me as hope Some people know me as the voice that you hear when you loosen the noose on the rope And you know how I know that I'll prosper? 'Cause I stand here beside you today I have stood in the flames that cremated my brain and I didn't once flinch or shake So cower at the man I've become When I sing from the top of my lungs That I won't retire, I'll stand in your fire Inspire the meek to be strong And when I am gone, I will rise In the music that I left behind Ferocious, persistent, immortal like you We’re a coin with two different sides

You might also like MOTTO NF Sick Boi Ren Screech’s Tale Ren

[Outro] Ooooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooooh Ooooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooooh...

[Spoken Outro] When I was seventeen years old, I shouted out into an empty room, into a blank canvas that I would defeat the forces of evil And for the next ten years of my life I suffered the consequences... With autoimmunity illness, and psychosis As I got older, I realized there were no real winners and there were no real losers in psychological warfare But there were victims and there were students It wasn’t David versus Goliath, it was a pendulum Eternally swaying from the dark to the light And the more intensely that the light shone, the darker the shadow it casts It was never really a battle for me to win, it was an eternal dance And like a dance, the more rigid I became, the harder it got The more I cursed my clumsy footsteps, the more I struggled So I got older And I learned to relax, and I learned to soften, and that dance got easier It is this eternal dance that separates human beings from angels, from demons, from gods And I must not forget, we must not forget, that we are human beings

#music #guitar #ren #hiren

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grahamstoney · 9 years

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The Voices Inside My Head

New Post has been published on https://grahamstoney.com/mindset/the-voices-inside-head

The Voices Inside My Head

Graham: I have a confession to make: there are these two voices in my head, vying for my attention all the time. I think I’ll make a video about them for my YouTube channel.

Love: Oh cool, that sounds awesome! Everyone has voices in their head; so many people will relate. This video, is going viral!

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Fear: Nobody will watch it.

Love: It’ll be great… we’ll do it backwards!

Fear: It’s been done: Eternal Sunshine?

Love: It’ll have multiple layers!

Fear: Such a cliché. Inception?

Love: It’ll be hilarious… like, self-referential and everything.

Fear: Unoriginal. Being John Malcovich?

Love: It’ll even poke fun at itself!

Fear: Like Woody Allen’s early work?

Love: We could even do a trilogy!

Fear: The Matrix? Star Wars? Hitchhikers’? Harry Potter…

Graham: They never let up. Let me introduce them to you:

Love: I’m the voice of love! When you listen to me, anything is possible! Life is one big, exciting adventure just filled to the brim with fun, new possibilities every single day.

Fear: I’m the voice of fear! It’s my job to make sure that a dumb-ass like you doesn’t do anything dangerous or stupid, like having too much fun.

Graham: These guys are always arguing. Weighing in on everything I do.

Fear: Why bother even making this video, if nobody’s going to watch it?

Love: Well why bother making anything?

Fear: Good point! You’re probably just going to embarrass yourself anyway.

Love: At least he’s contributing. What do you contribute to the world?

Fear: Safety and security.

Love: Bullshit… more like anxiety and paranoia, if you ask me.

Graham: They have very different perspectives on life and how to live it.

Love: Life is a game! A big, fun, exciting game where you discover the rules for yourself as you go along.

Fear: No it’s not. Life is about following other people’s rules. Don’t you remember: trust and obey, for there’s no other way. Hmmm… that’s kinda catchy; I think I could set that to music… help condition young minds into life-long subservience.

Love: Subservience? Huh! Trust yourself, I say. Your intuition knows what to do, deep down. It’s way more fun to live life according to your own rules.

Graham: They tell me different things about myself too:

Love: You’re a creative genius!

Fear: Creative genius my ass. You made a movie about your Big Toe, for fucks sake!

Love: Hey, it got listed on IMDB!

Fear: So did Waterworld.

Graham: They just see everything differently:

Fear: There’s not enough to go around! You’re going to miss out if you’re not careful!

Love: Life is abundant: There’s plenty for everyone.

Fear: Don’t risk it, or you’ll fuck it up.

Love: It’s good to take risks. Making mistakes is just part of the learning process.

Fear: What??? Mistakes are shameful! You’ll embarrass your mother.

Love: It’s not your job to keep your mother happy; that’s her job.

Fear: I’ll punish you if you get anything wrong.

Love: I think rewarding him for his successes would be a better approach.

Fear: If at first you don’t succeed… you’re a failure!

Love: There’s no such thing as failure; you either get what you want, or you learn something that helps you get it next time around.

Fear: Epic… fail! You… are going straight to hell.

Love: Hell only exists in the minds of people conditioned by fear. I only believe in heaven, and heaven is here right now.

Fear: God will punish you!

Love: God is love, dude! Even the bible says so.

Graham: Alright! Time-out! Time-out. We’re not here for a theological debate.

Graham: Anyway, between them, these guys pretty much run the show. For instance, when I see a beautiful woman, I think:

Love: Oh cool! Let’s go talk to her… let’s go have some fun, find out what she’s like.

Fear: She’s not going to want to talk to you! What the hell are you thinking?

Love: Yeah well, not if you turn up with that attitude.

Fear: Pretty girls hate you.

Love: What??? No they don’t!

Fear: Remember primary school?

Love: That was years ago. Anyway, it wasn’t his fault he inherited poor communication skills. He just didn’t know how to talk to them back then.

Fear: You’re an asshole.

Love: He’s not an asshole, you’re a great guy!

Fear: They still hate you.

Love: Shut the fuck up. I can be the voice of tough love too, you know.

Graham: I might not be able to get them to stop arguing, but I can choose who I want to listen to; and that makes a big difference to how my life goes. So I’ve decided to spend more time listening to this guy:

Love: You have chosen… wisely.

Graham: And to turn down the volume on this reject:

Fear: What do you mean turn down the volume? You can’t turn down the volume on me! Hey! What the… Bring me back! Listen to me! I’m the one running this show. You can’t…. aaaaaaahhhhhh.

#fear #inner dialogue #love #Mindset

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dadsperm · 2 years

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇

masterlist > taglist

witch hunter!Bakugo x witch!reader

A/N: @httptamaki ty for letting me join your collab :) link here

3237 words. f!reader

content warnings: power dynamics - work relationship - dom!Katsuki - sub!reader - murder - dead parents mentioned - pussy eating - vaginal sex - choking - virgin reader - sir kink

all characters aged up btw

“There is no room for witches in modern society.” Bakugo announces to the room.

He looks around at his comrades who have their eyes perfectly fixed on him, hanging on his every word. He scoffs when he notices one taking notes of what he’s saying. It’s simple to follow and remember, note taking isn’t necessary. If there’s one thing Katsuki Bakugo hates more than a witch, it’s a brown nose.

“Despite our best efforts, they just keep coming. I suspect there is something in the city attracting them, a beacon. And it doesn’t help that the bitches blend so seamlessly with the rest of us fuckin’ normies.” he growls. He pinches the bridge of his nose as he thinks the situation through. They’re easy enough to kill if he can get the jump on them but weeding them out is the tricky part.

“Hey, Bakugo, is there more we could be doing?” Kaminari asks him, earning yet another scoff from his blonde superior.

“Always. Don’t ask me dumb shit again, as long as these mystical whores are still breathing there’s always more to be done.” Bakugo speaks in a matter of fact manner, earning an embarrassed smile from his friend. “Has anyone seen Kirishima?”

Right on cue, his right-hand man bursts through the door to his office with a woman on his arm. His face is serious. He’s seething with rage. It makes Bakugo laugh when he sees how tight his grip is into the upper arm flesh on the woman who’s accompanying him.

“What have I told you about bringing your fuckin’ girlfriends here, Kirishima? Get her out of here we’re in the middle of a meetin’.” Bakugo snides, shrugging him off before he can even explain who she is or what he’s doing with her.

“No girlfriend of mine, dude. Saw her loitering around outside; I’m guessing she’s a spy for the bitches. She’s claiming to be here for an interview.” his attention drifts from Bakugo as he puts more focus on staring into her eyes. “Dumb bitch. We don’t hire chicks. Don’t trust any of you, just admit you’re a spy and maybe we’ll make your death painless.” he speaks as if she’s an imbecile, though she doesn’t respond. He only grows more agitated when she rolls her eyes and laughs. Kirishima hadn’t noticed Bakugo flipping through scattered papers on his desk. His scowling eyes looking between his documents and the woman with his friend.

“She’s tellin’ the truth,” Bakugo smirks. Kirishima laughs for a moment and then looks dumbfounded at his boss, unable to believe what he’s hearing. “She’s a transfer from the higher ups. Great credentials, said I’d give her a chance to prove herself before hiring, though.”

“Don’t be an idiot, man. We have one rule and you’re gonna break it because she was recommended? Why the fuck would anyone risk bringing a woman into—”

“As much as I love listening to misogyny and hearing that all women are a risk, I’d quite like to get on with this try out.” you speak for the first time, and you’re rewarded with a mix of murmurs and shocked inhales.

“Oi. He might be a fucking idiot but he’s got more authority than you, so I suggest you watch your fucking tone. And I have authority over him.” Bakugo hisses at you, you shake your head, unimpressed, and kiss your teeth loud enough for the sound to fill the room.

“I hope you’re not expecting an apology, sir, you won’t be getting one. I’m entitled to as much respect as anyone else in this room. I’ve been sent from a team much more experienced and talented than yours; meaning I probably out rank every man in this room. Now, if you don’t mind, can we get on with this fucking interview.” you bite at him. It knocks him back to hear someone talk to him that way. He’s the type of man to send fear through everyone he encounters with just a single look. He earned the nickname Diablo after his first kill, the witch he murdered claiming to see the devil in his eyes as she died.

You shrug your arm away from Kirishima and waltz out of the room, knowing your new employer won’t be far behind.

“Well she seems like a real handful. She must be insane if she thinks you’re going to hire her after that little speech.” Kirishima grins, Bakugo returns the expression as he gets out from behind his desk and approaches him.

“I’ll be honest, I like her. She’s got a fire in her that a lot of you wet blankets seem to be lacking.” he chastises his group. His team begin to look around and avoid eye contact, ashamed of their work ethic and letting him down. “Meeting adjourned. Fuck off. I’ve got an interview to conduct.”

“Unusual place for an interview,” you tell him as you enter the training room set up in the mansion. “I was expecting a sit down in a comfy chair in your office, sir. I presume you read my file so you already know what I’m capable of.”

“I don’t like to be bored, sweetheart. The idea of an interview bores me to tears. I’ve read what you can do but I’d like to see it for myself. Multi-talented with weapons but you have an area of expertise. You’re a sniper, yeah? Can’t do that here, show me the rest.” he demands.

He watches as you approach a weapons rack and pick up a bow and arrow. It takes you no time at all to hit a bullseye on each target with perfect precision. Of course, he’s impressed. You don’t take long collecting the arrows and moving onto the rest of the weapons.

Guns. Knives. Crossbow. Shuriken’s. Swords.

You’ve got all bases covered.

“I thought you said you didn’t like to be bored. This is boring me.”

“As talented as you clearly are, you’re right. It’s boring to watch you be perfect. I know you’re more than capable of working for me, so you’re on my team. But how do you propose we fix how bored we are?” Bakugo asks you. You smirk, you’d been waiting for him to ask.

“I’m picking up a vibe from you, sir. I think you’d like to fuck me. And normally my sexual appetite never goes unquenched, but I think I’d rather us take a field trip and go witch hunting. I’ll show you what I can really do.”

“Be fuckin’ careful how you talk. You know witches are known for being lustful, yeah?” Bakugo warns you. You tut, picking up a sniper rifle from the weapons rack and walking by him.

“Witches like to fuck. Women like to fuck. Men like to fuck. Everyone enjoys fucking so don’t be so paranoid about that. If you killed every woman you thought were a whore there’d only be men left.” you tell him as you continue walking down the corridor and towards the exit.

Bakugo stands calmly as he watches you walking away from him. You don’t stop to turn and see where he is. Your confidence is unfathomable. It’s something that could easily get you killed and you don’t seem to give a damn. You were right about one thing though, he wants to fuck you, and he’s sure it will be happening before the week is out.

“She givin’ you grief, boss?” Kirishima asks his friend. Bakugo just snickers, shrugging his shoulders in annoyance.

“She’s a bitch. But she’s damn talented.”

He takes his time following behind you, winking at Kirishima before closing the door. You’re in your own car. A pretty white Mercedes which he’s sure came from a corporate pay cheque. Asking why you wanted to transfer seems too desperate to him. Like he cares about your life and existence outside of work. He doesn’t have that kind of time or energy for anyone besides his best friend, Kirishima. He can’t remember the last time he dated for genuine reasons. He can’t remember the last time he fucked a woman and didn’t assassinate them right after.

“Why do you hate witches so much, Katsuki?” you ask him, staring down the crosshairs of your rifle.

“First off, it’s sir. Show me respect or you’re out on your ass.” he warns you. It makes you smirk and lose focus, but it’s quickly regained when you find your composure. “Secondly, what the fuck are we doing up here? This building is rickety as shit, feel like the whole place is gonna come down.”

“I asked you first, sir.”

“Fuck sake. If you don’t know you clearly haven’t done your research.”

“Maybe I did, but I’m asking you. So tell me anyway.”

He sighs at that. You’ve got some neck on you, that’s for sure. The way you act and you talk anyone would think you’re immortal. He scrunches his eyes momentarily before exhaling again.

“My mother is dead. Do the math.”

“Is it true it was a warlock, and not a witch?” you question him, looking behind you over your shoulder to see if he’s okay. You’re not normally one to care, but you’re all too familiar with the complications of a dead mother. He nods at you, his lips in a stoic straight line and unable to speak on it any further. “That’s unbelievable. They’re so… so rare.” you speak, softly, before looking through your crosshairs yet again.

“Answer me, now. What are we doing up here?” he asks you again. You adjust your positioning and instinctively stick your tongue out the harder you concentrate.

“You’ll find out. Any second n—”

You’re interrupted as an apartment building across from you opens their balcony door. A woman steps out. A redhead. There is a beaming smile on her face as she kisses another woman who appears to be her lover. She’s in nothing but a fluffy white towel as she steps out onto the balcony with soaking hair to light up a cigarette. Before you can finish speaking, you’re firing your shot and putting a bullet between her eyes.

“Holy fuck.” Bakugo almost gasps as he watches the woman stumble and fall over the balcony railing. There is a cacophony of screams and yelling for an ambulance to be called as her body splats against the pavement. “That was fucking brutal. How do you even know she was a witch?”

“Just watch.”

A few seconds later, the woman’s remains burst into ash.

“Ash instead of glitter. So as well as being a witch, she was a cunt.”

“I’m hungry, lets discuss this in the car and get food.” you tell him. He’s more than inclined to agree with you.

You go to the nearest McDonald’s drive thru and order large fries for the two of you. It would be foolish to go crazy in your profession, but the occasional treat is more than acceptable.

“Your company have been tracing her for months, you just didn’t know who she was. She’d been drugging people and stealing their youth, their remaining years. I’m surprised there wasn’t more ash, actually. Sick bitch.”

“Do you feel bad about killing white witches? Or do witches remains mean nothing to you?” Bakugo asks before eating another fry. You think about it for a second before answering.

“I do, feel bad. It’s my job so I know that I have to do it. But it’s a little… sickening, I guess, knowing I’ve created a pile of glitter and the poor thing hasn’t done anything to really deserve it other than exist.”

“I feel the same, believe it or not.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, I mean, don’t get me wrong about this. I hate witches. But the fact that they’re just trying to live and I’m puttin’ ‘em down like animals is fucked up. Can’t help what you are. But they just can’t live.” he clears his throat when he notices you staring at him for a while. A little longer than he’s comfortable with. You’re easy to talk to, he thinks, he hasn’t spilled his guts like this in a long time. “Let’s get back to the mansion and get your contract signed.”

“Perfect.”

You quickly scribble your signature on the document and he does the same. He shakes your hand to fully welcome you aboard. Kirishima does the same, signing his name as a witness to the interaction. Bakugo tilts his head to command Kirishima to leave the room. And as always, he does as he’s told.

“Happy to be part of the team, sir.”

“Hopefully you’ll be able to whip them into shape. They are severely lacking in every department. I’m putting you in charge of them, sweetheart. Do what you want with them, just make them less fuckin’ useless.” Bakugo tells you. The immediate promotion from teammate to team leader has your cheeks burning with heat and excitement. “They might give you shit since you’re a chick, but uh—”

“Stop talking, the promotion is good enough I don’t care about the rest. You’re going the right way to having an inappropriate work relationship, sir.” you tell him. You circle around his desk until you’re directly in front of him. He snarls at that, standing up so he towers above you.

“Only known you a few hours and you want me to fuck you over my desk? Whore.” Bakugo teases, leaning forwards so that your lips almost touch but not quite. “Sounds like a good way to celebrate though, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, sir. It does.”

He shuffles you out of the way before he swipes each and every object off his desk. You wrap your arms around his neck as his lips meld with yours. It’s passionate and forceful. If it wasn’t so erotic you’d think you were trying to push your way inside of each other’s mouths. His large hands grip into your fabric covered thighs and he sits you down on the desk.

He pulls away as he begins unbuttoning his crisp white shirt. A salacious spit string keeping the pair of you connected before snapping. You pull your black, tucked in t-shirt over your head so you’re sitting in your matching black bra. You pull your feet up onto his desk so that you can untie your shoes while he unbuckles his trousers. He helps you take them off, deciding to just free his cock rather than remove all of his clothing to save time. He pulls down your combat boots and underwear in the same swoop.

“Look at this drippy cunt, how long has it been like this?” he asks you.

“Since you told me to watch my fucking tone during your meeting, sir.” you inform him. He grins at that. “I knew we’d fuck. Didn’t think it would be so soon, though.” you admit. He nods in agreement. He drops to his knees as he widens your legs and makes his face comfortable buried in your pussy. You shiver as his tongue prods at your clit, unable to stand the pressure you’re feeling building up already. He stands up straight and kisses you again, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue.

“You like being told what to do, huh? Doesn’t seem that way when we’re out there.” he smirks. You nod, though, of course you like being told what to do. Why would you have called him sir before he even asked you to? “Gonna take my cock then, aren’tcha?” he tells you, and you nod again.

He wraps his hand around your throat and pins your body down on the desk. He uses his free hand to line his cock up with your entrance before plunging in immediately. It hurts like hell. He's as long as a lamppost and thick as a coke can. It’s hard to breathe as he starts to batter your insides almost instantly. It’s a good job you like it.

“Feel good, baby? You’re so fucking tight. God I haven’t had sex this good in years.”

“I’ve never— I’ve never— Oh fuck sir, ‘m gonna cum!”

He stills as you tighten around him. You’re moaning loud enough for every single witch hunter in the building to know what he’s doing with the newest employee in his office. He watches you intently as you cum, unable to believe what he’s seeing. The feeling of pure ecstasy in your eyes. But it’s not just that.

He picks up again as he chases his own orgasm. You can tell something is off with him. He’s not really into it anymore and he’s just forcing it for the sake of it. But he cums, too, flooding your pussy with drippy, white seed before he falls back into his office chair. His body is sweaty and shiny. And you’re in exactly the same state.

“What’s wrong with you?” you ask him, he just scoffs and shakes his head. He can’t even look at you. “Is it because I didn’t tell you? I’m sorry, I didn’t think it would matter.”

“Didn’t tell me what? The fact that you’re a virgin, or a fucking witch?” he growls at you. Your heart drops but you scowl your brows in confusion. Feigning ignorance is your best option. “Your eyes glittered, babe. When you came for me. I’ve fucked enough witches to know you’re one, too. Did you get off on making me feel like an idiot?”

“Wasn’t like that.” you tell him as you get up and start searching for your clothes that are scattered across his office. Once you’re dressed, he doesn’t attempt to keep you there. You’ve got a target on your back the size of the world, and you’re sure he’ll be telling his subordinates all about it. “I enjoyed our field trip today. And you’re a hard ass but you come across as a good boss. I mean, sleeping with employees is a bit—”

“Why have you done this? You know I can’t let you live, don’t you?”

“Corporate knows about me. They know I’m loyal and trustworthy and I get the job done. There’s more at play here than just kill the witch.”

“I’m trying very fucking hard not to bite your head off. I could kill you right now but I’ll give you a chance to run back to your friends back home and let you have a head start. I’m not having a witch on my team, I don’t care how fuckin’ good you are.”

“I’m here to help you kill the warlock who killed your mother.” you tell him. It stops him in his tracks. He leans backwards against his desk and glares at you. If looks could kill, you’d be a pile of glitter on the ground.

“Why do you give a fuck about that? What’s it to you?” he wonders, and now it’s your turn to sigh. Gaining the courage to tell him your circumstances and what has lead you onto his team.

“He killed my mother, too.” you confess. His eyes widen in horror at the revelation, though he isn’t quite in the mood to offer you comfort.

“And? I couldn't give a fuck about that. Another witch down.”

“And, Katsuki,” you huff. You blink rapidly as you try and keep the tears at bay. It’s unclear whether you’re crying over your deceased mother or how callously Bakugo has just spoken about her. “The warlock you’re hunting… he’s my father.”

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good girl (m.)

You’re such a good wife to Naoya that he rewards you for your obedience.

request. naoya coming home to his beloved little housewife and feels like giving her a treat for being such a good girl.,,.,, read: man’s gonna re-arrange your guts and have some soft moments with you after (not that he would ever admit that shsghshsj)

cw. explicit smut, riding, dirty talk WITH praising bcos why not, dom! husband naoya, sexism, overstimulation, creampie, lots of kissing, titty sucking, you might end up liking naoya and that’s a warning

note. LISTEN. this is purely self indulgent even if this is a request. my bestie requested this to me anyway so ik she won’t mind i pictured myself as the reader :) so if you don’t like how the reader and naoya was portrayed, that’s a you problem :) EDITED BECAUSE IT’S NAOYA YAY, also got inspired by @caizen ‘s ask about naoya wanting his wife to not bow too deep because he wants to see her face :)

[part of the trophy wife collection]

Being Naoya Zen’in’s trophy wife required a lot of things. You had to be immaculate, précised, refined and full of dignity in everything you did. He already did the work all by himself just to keep the house running, his hard work the only reason you were able to live such a comfortable, luxurious life. On top of that, you had an extremely powerful man trusting you to welcome him every night, and who were you to not fulfill your duty as his wife well?

The moment the black limousine parked on the driveway, the guards lined on duty opening the doors of him and the rest of the house staff greeting him, you were already in front of everyone.

Keep your head down, but don’t look too hard at your feet. Naoya-sama wants to see your face – his lovely wife’s face – upon his arrival.

He would never say it out loud, but five years and counting of marriage with him meant you knew him better than anyone. Through his confident and arrogant self, Naoya worried about a lot of things, you included. There were times he’d wake up in the middle of a nightmare in which he lost you, his arms scrambling to find your body to press it against his for reassurance. You were there, you would always be there, but the confirmation never hurt.

You bowed down to him, skin cleared, cheeks flushed, and lips glossy – all telltales of a happy, nurtured wife who was well taken care of – present before him. And you were beautiful too; the most gorgeous woman he’d ever laid his eyes on.

“Welcome home, Naoya-sama.”

Naoya’s shoulders immediately relaxed at the sight of you dressed in your yukata, hair done perfectly and hands clasped politely in your lap. He tried not to let it show too much though, even though his staff had watched him grow up, he needed to keep his pride as the clan leader. Not even his precious wife could make him tear down his walls in public, though you did not need to worry about his brash attitude, following him inside three steps behind as he’d instructed.

He loosened his tie and dismissed the other servants, locking the door of your shared room. “Is my tea prepared?”

“Yes, Naoya-sama, mixed with jasmine just as you like.”

Naoya’s hands stilled on his tie. His gaze fluttered over yours, eyes still ducked down to the floor with a small smile playing on your lips, one that said welcome home in more ways than one.

The sight of you – so compliant and meek as ever – stirred something deep within his heart. His whole life, he believed women were useless, creatures that were below him. Until now, he held firm in that, but fuck, you were always so open and willing to do everything he asked that he could feel himself hardening in his pants. Women may be useless, but once they followed his orders and praised him so heavenly the way you did?

He fucking loved it.

Naoya’s tie went flying the other room, his cock swelling in his pants as he tugged you by your wrist. You landed on the mattress behind you, watching with a heaving chest as your husband crawled above you. His gaze felt predatory, dark eyes hooded with lust while he planted his knees beside your waist, his fingers looped with yours.

You smiled sweetly up at him, so temptingly sweet his resolve broke for a split second. He captured your lips to taste you on him, the sounds of your husband’s satisfied hum making your chest puff out with pride.

Everyone may look down on you for marrying such a ‘horrible’ man like him, calling you stupid and immoral, even going as far as claiming you were nothing but a dumb cock-hungry slut, but Naoya – even you – knew better. You were not foolish; in fact, no one could handle Naoya’s attitude better than you did, and you were smart enough to keep buying that strawberry flavored lip balm he loved so much, causing your husband to squeeze your palms.

“Good girl,” he mumbled absentmindedly, the praises shooting heat flush to your core. “You’re so good for me, you know that?” he peppered kisses all over your skin, a gesture so rare that you were panting underneath him, resisting the urge to rub your legs together.

Naoya was extremely skillful in bed, his virility as a man not to be looked down on for his ability to render you immobile to walk, throat sore and voiceless for a few days truly impressive. But he was different today; his usual tight grip the same but laced with a want that went beyond than lust. You could never say it out loud, especially not around him, but it was clear – Naoya treated you with affection and care.

“I’m very lucky to have found such a submissive woman like you, but that’s not true is it? Women like you aren’t found, you’re trained,” he harshly tugged the first layers of your yukata to the side, exposing the sensitive flesh of your collarbone that was free for him to mark. “Have I trained you well, my wife?”

“Yes, Naoya-sama, trained me so good,” you rasped out, bringing your legs forward, only for it to bump against the sides of his waist.

Naoya sucked on your skin until he was sure he’d completely marked his territory, the grazing sensation of his teeth so erotic and passionate along with his clothed cock rubbing into your folds. His hand trailed down your waist, yanking the ties of your clothes apart. You gasped as he teasingly rubbed your clit, even going as far as to roll it between his strong fingers. “For you, ah, I’d do anything for you, Naoya-sama.”

“It’s my love when we’re in the sheets,” he corrected you, “When a woman knows her place and obeys me so well, a good girl like you deserves to be rewarded,” hearing your small whines at his words, Naoya chuckled at your skin. “Do you want that? Want me to make you feel good?”

“Yes, p-please, I need you,” you moaned wantonly, gathering the courage to lift your hips up and grind it against his erection. He surprised you by not pushing you away, so you kept going, slathering your wetness all over the front of his pants. “Fuck me, my love, please.”

“Since you asked so nicely,” Naoya smirked, standing up to rid himself of his pants and belt. You whined at the loss of contact and sat up on your elbows, legs spread wide open as you feasted on the delectable way he discarded his clothing one by one. His fat cock, red and flushed with pre-cum, slapped against his toned upper body.

You would’ve groaned at his bare beauty, but he’d already crawled on top of you once more, completely ridding you of the multiple layers of modest clothing you wore, revealing a redolent set of white lace.

Naoya narrowed his eyes at the nearly transparent thong, his hands cupping your seeping cunt with a low hum. “Is this for me? Did my pretty baby get dressed up for me?” you nodded eagerly, pathetically reaching upwards to wrap your arms around him. You were growing needy, soft yet desperate as your stuttered gasps hovered on his ear. “Were you thinking of me the whole time I was away for work?”

“I always think of you, my love,” you breathed out, “Your smile, your voice, your lips, your hands,” legs twitching, you dared run your knee to brush his forearm, the teasing and confident movement earning you a seductive, warning glare from your dominant husband. But oh – you were just starting to have your fun. “Your cock inside me.”

“Naughty little girl,” he snickered, grabbing your hand and shoving it deep inside your panties. That evoked a high-pitched moan from you as your nails grazed against your shaved pussy, Naoya’s smirk present the harder he pressed your palm on yourself. “Did you touch yourself? Pleasure yourself like this?” He was testing you, reminding you of his power and authority, trying to see if you would break his rules that he’d been so firm into fucking deep into your skull.

Naughty as you might be sometimes, you never forgot your place. You were daring, but never in your wildest dreams would you dare go against him. Not because you were plain weak and submissive, but simply because the thought of pleasing him more and feeding his ego was far more satisfying.

You shook your head, pitiable tears already shining through. “N-no, I would never. Only you can make me feel good, just you, mmh.”

Naoya groaned deep in his throat, satisfied at your answer. “You’re always so sweet for me,” he says, leaning over to knee your legs open wider. He situated himself between your body, slow and sensual in removing your bra and panties, the lacy material disappearing somewhere on the black marbled floors. You laid there, vulnerable and wanting, clutching at his biceps as he grinded his cock on your puffy folds. “Have I ever told you’re the perfect little wife? So fucking needy for me always, fuck. This pussy was made for me.”

“This pussy is yours,” you acquiesced, breathing hard when Naoya pulled away to peer at your body. He liked his wife to be healthy, strong and ready to carry his child whenever he wanted, and his hands squeezed your hips appreciatively.

“I exist purely to serve you, my love,” you vowed, “I have no other purpose than to make you feel good and love you. You’re my everything, the world and more.”

He’d looked at you with lust before, the desire pooling in his eyes always making you feel wanted, but this was different. Naoya would never let those cursed three words fall from his mouth, but it shone clearly in his eyes anyway. He gazed at your curves and dips so lovingly that your arousal peaked, slick coating his cock from where he was slowly teasing your cunt with his tip.

Unable to hold back any longer, Naoya flipped you over. Your breath knocked out from your chest at the sudden movement, his hands tugging at your wrist to pull you close to him. He leant back on the bed, kissing you feverishly all the while keeping you shaking on his thigh. Due to your wetness gushing, you slid down his muscular thigh, and you moaned at the contact. “As I should be,” Naoya nibbled at your lips, his harsh words contrasting the tenderness of his hold on you. “You’re nothing to me if you can’t even do something as simple as that.”

You nodded with no hesitation, fully accepting that you were purely his now – and you would honestly not have it otherwise.

Naoya helped you lift your hips up, shushing you with a slap on your ass when you stared at him nervously.

Every time Naoya fucked you, he was direct and simple. He preferred to have you on all fours where he could focus on his own pleasure, or sometimes he would rather cum upon seeing your fucked-out face, the image of your tongue lolled out while he fucked you on oblivion enough to make him nut right away.

But now he was guiding your arms around his neck, kissing the sides of your lips as if to answer your silent questions. “Sit on my cock, baby, I’ll reward you for your obedience tonight,” he said, his cock twitching as he directed your entrance right above his cock. Naoya slid you down, allowing you to feel inch by inch, thick vein upon one another – sliding inside you and stretching you out so good. You closed your eyes and pressed your forehead on his, teeth locked on your bottom lip as he bottomed out.

Fuck, you’d never felt so full.

However, Naoya wasn’t pleased. He clenched his jaw and tapped your bottom lip, scolding you with his mean glare. “Don’t hold back when you scream my name, you understand? Cherish this moment – I won’t always care about your pleasure. You should thank me for this.”

“I-I will!”

Torturous. That was how you would describe it. You had never been this close to him before; not in this position and angle. Each lift of your hips caused your hardened nipples to brush over his muscular chest, his attention sorely focused on the way you bounced on his cock.

Something about holding him this close felt so intimate, breaths tangled and moans shared, along with the pleasure delivered into your bodies with the way you were rolling your hips along his length.

“Still so fucking tight for me,” he said through gritted teeth, “I love this pussy so much, fuck, you’re mine. Just mine, all mine,” Naoya eventually lost it, hooking his arms under your armpits and feet flat on the bed. You kept screaming his name like a prayer, the worship falling from your lips like a broken record driving him to fuck into you faster. He’d had enough of your pace; he’d been good enough that now it was his turn to fuck you, and you were glad he did because his fast, brutal pace was so mind-numbing.

Naoya hitched you up higher until your chin rested above his hair, your breasts right at his mouth. He sucked and bit at the soft flesh angrily, grip so tight on your hips you were hissing from the pain. At the same time, it felt so fucking good unlike everything you’ve ever felt.

“My perfect fucking wife—a quiet, compliant wife is worth more than gold, baby. You’re my fucking treasure.”

Naoya thrusted hard and deep until the bed was creaking, mattress dipped from both your weight. The room felt so foggy with your lovemaking and you tightened around him, crying as he kept hitting that sensitive spot that had you seeing stars. “I’m c-coming!” you whined helplessly, hugging your husband deep to your chest while your fingers tugging at his hair. “Naoya, please!”

“Then come for me,” he nibbled at your ear, delivering another hard slap at your ass. “I’m allowing you to. Come. Make a mess around me.”

“Oh my gosh, ugh, fuck,” you came around him hard, your orgasm making you shake. He still wasn’t done, but his breathless murmurs of close, I’m so close had you holding him tighter, whispering dirty words in his ear to assist your husband into reaching his high. The oversensitivity of him plowing into you even after you came was too much, but you took it all like the good wife you were. Biting the protests down at your tongue, you rode him to meet his hips thrust by thrust, his balls snapping at your ass. “Mmmh, I love you, I love you. I-I love you.”

“As you should, baby. You’re supposed to love me,” Naoya devoured your mindless babbling by sliding his tongue inside your mouth, his hips stilling inside for a moment. Fingers clutching desperately to him, you shut your eyes tight, cunt dripping as Naoya spilled his seed deep inside you.

You kissed him one last time in refusal to let go, but Naoya wasn’t having any of it. He was very iffy every after sex that you had no choice but to pull away from him, wincing as he pulled out.

He stumbled into the bathroom afterwards while you laid there on the soiled sheets, weakly fisting the pillow beneath you. You were so fucked out, tired after a long day of managing everything he wanted you to take care of. To be fucked good by your husband…there was truly no better way of life.

Just as you were drifting off, you felt something damp sliding over your inner thighs. You blinked sleepily at a silent Naoya, sending him a small smile as he wiped both your cum away. He left the towel inside the bathroom before he came back, sliding his white shirt over your frame and tugging a fresh pair of his boxers to your legs. Aftercare with Naoya…while it wasn’t impossible, it also wasn’t a daily occurrence. Your heart kept fluttering inside your chest, that feeling blooming harder when he slid under the sheets beside you, his strong arms pulling you taut in his chest.

His skin remained mark free. You knew Naoya hated being marked; reminding you all the time he wanted to be flawless. You respected that and pressed a deep kiss on the spot above his heart instead, madly and hopelessly in love as you traced circles on his bare chest.

You could stay like this forever, in the warmth and safety of your husband’s arms, but you still had wifely duties to fulfill. Naoya had already done his, prompting you to lean up to trace kisses at his sharp jaw, sweet and docile as ever as you asked, “Naoya…how was work today?”

“Same as usual.”

That meant he didn’t want to talk about it, so you didn’t pry further.

“You need to rest and regain your strength so you can work hard again tomorrow,” you mumbled sleepily, “I’ve already planned your meals for the next week. We’re going plant-based for a while, you need it.”

Naoya remained silent. You would’ve assumed he’d fallen asleep if it wasn’t for his hand caressing your back in a manner so gentle that seemed so alien with him, the strangeness of it all intensified when you looked up at his face, only to see that he had already been studying your features a long time before. There was an unsettled frown on his face, one that you tried to smoothen away with the pads of your fingertips. “What’s wrong, my love?”

“Nothing’s wrong. I’ve already forgotten about all my worries. They don’t matter anymore,” he whispered, his voice way too soft. It fit the atmosphere, however, whatnot with the newfound intimacy that you basked in. Suddenly, Naoya cupped your cheek, utterly serious as he croaked out, “Baby.”

“Hmm.”

“Do you love me?”

You didn’t have to think twice about it. The answer would be – “Always and forever.”

However, Naoya wasn’t satisfied. He needed more, wanted to understand more, craved to find a logical reason behind your devotion to him.

“Why?” he demanded, “What is it about me you love so much?”

“Everything,” you confessed, the love so clear in your eyes that even for a small moment, Naoya felt like he understood now. “You’re perfect to me, Naoya. I’m glad you’re the one I’m spending my life with. I wouldn’t have had it any other way.”

“But why?”

“Because,” you giggled, “You’re handsome, you’re caring even if you don’t show it that much, you’re smart, ambitious, hardworking and the best husband I could ask for,” Naoya opened his lips, probably to ask a stupid why again, until you cut him off, silencing your odd husband with a kiss. Thankfully, Naoya gave in, relaxing at your touches. “Loving you is second nature to me. It’s not living if it’s not loving you.”

Although he didn’t – and would never say I love you – he had his own way of expressing it. He let you know that he shared the same stance at you, staring deep into your eyes while he cupped your cheek, surprisingly somber as he proudly said, “I made the right decision of marrying you.”

“I’m glad you don’t regret it.”

“I could never regret it,” he whispered back, but you had already fallen asleep. That night, you dreamt no more. There was no need to when everything you’ve ever wanted was already right there at your reach, and Naoya joined you long after, the faint linger of a loving kiss a husband only ever gave to his wife the last thing you felt before you faded off into dreamland.

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harlowsbby · 2 years

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Don’t hurt yourself.

You knew Jack was lying to you it seemed like all he did lately was lie through his pearly white teeth.

You sat on your couch a glass of wine in your hand as you twirled it around thinking about Jack and all his little white lies and how he’s really just playing himself.

I fucked with you till I realized I’m just too much for you.

It was around 1am when Jack once again stumbled through the door you could smell the scent cheap chanel on him and his pants well were lower than they needed to be.

Who the fuck do you think i is I smell that fragrance on Louis knit boy.

You watched as he jumped up slightly when you turned on the light his eye winded he didn’t except for you to be up right now because well every time he comes back home you’re always sleeping

When you play me you play yourself when you love me you love yourself.

“Baby girl ? What are you doing up so late it’s what.. uh what time is it baby.” Jack said as he squinted his eyes slightly looking at the clock on the wall.

“It’s 1am Jack.. where were you at tonight and don’t say the studio because I called Neelam and she said you guys got done at the studio at 5 so where could you possibly been ?” You asked him as you clocked your head to the side he licked his pink lips looking everywhere but at you.

“I went out with Urban and Ace for a bit ma you know we always hangout after the studio ma come on let’s just go upstairs.” Jack told you he walked over to you and grabbed onto your hand but you jerked it back he bit his lip he knew he was in shit now.

Tonight I’m fucking up all your shit boy.

“I don’t think you get it Jack why do you keep lying to me you act like I don’t know you haven’t been cheating on me. I smell her cheap ass perfume on you and you think I really don’t notice the marks on your chest you must really think I’m fucking dumb.” You hold him chuckling as you took a sip of your wine.

If you try to cheat again you gon lose your wife.

“I’m sorry Y/N please she doesn’t mean anything to me I fucking promise you that.” Jack begged his baby blue eyes looking directly into yours.

“What do you want me to say Jack you want me to just forgive you for cheating on me with some random bitch ? If she didn’t mean shit to you then you wouldn’t have ever fucking cheated on me.” You spat at him as you got up walking past him towards your shared bedroom where Jack quickly followed behind you.

“It was a one night stand Y/N that turned into about 3 more one night stands please im done with her baby girl she doesn’t mean shit please I can’t lose you.” Jack begged and pleaded as he watched you get on your knees in your shared closet and throwing random things in your duffel bag and suitcase.

This is your final warning.

“Oh because that really fucking helps Jack do you even fucking hear yourself right now !?! Just leave me the fuck alone.” You yelled at Jack as you grabbed one of your heels and throwing it at Jack he quickly dogged it with ease looking at you with wide eyes.

“Are you fucking crazy right now ?! You almost hit me with your heel.” Jack said as you came to grab you up you had enough you started throwing your arms at him you smacked his chest and your nails scratched his face a few times but he stood there taking it all because he knew he deserved it.

We just gotta let it be let it be baby.

Eventually you gave up and collapsed on the floor tears and sobs the only thing being heard.

“I’m staying with Neelam for a bit I don’t want to be with you right now.” You mumbled to him as he nodded his head he put his hand down for you to grab on you hesitated at first but took it as he helped you stand up.

He watched as you got your bags and your keys walking past him without even a word spoken. Once in your car you cried it’s all you could do you were far from being pissed anymore you were upset and disappointed somehow feeling like it was your fault.

I’m just to much for you.

You were gonna show Jack and make Jack work for your trust again you weren’t going to forgive him like that.

@harlowsconfetti

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arcane-apathy · 2 years

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Chapter 5

Prologue | Previous | Next

AN: Hello y’all! I got a little extra free time these past couple of weeks, and I also had enough energy to write. As you can tell, I like to make these longer series a very slow burn. But trust me, it’ll be worth it. Thank y’all so much for your support, and I hope you’ll enjoy!

Warning(s): Swearing, Alcohol

“I’m excited that you agreed to join us tonight,” Galta smiles widely as she leads you closer to the outskirts of the camp.

“Thank you for your hospitality.”

“No need to thank me, I figured you need some time away from Kurakh.”

“...He’s not that bad…” you sigh as the two of you stop outside a tent.

“He’s dumb, and I mean that in the most loving way possible,” she smirks and pushes the tent flap aside. “Guest first.”

“Thank you,” you step into the tent greeted by two other faces. “Oh… Dov aksov…”

The smaller of the two smiles widely and you could already tell she had a childlike soul, “dov aksov khilarn.” The other simply glanced up from the pot in the middle of the tent. The smaller Orcish woman pats the empty space beside her as you step into the tent. “Please sit.” You sit beside her cautiously, Galta following behind you. “I’m Schelura, the one at the pot is Maaga.”

Maaga, while not the tallest, is the broadest of the group. Her skin was one of the darkest shades of green you’ve seen, and her eyes dark as well. Schelura looks the most human in stature. Her skin is the color of leaves in the spring, and her eyes are golden. All of them with finely braided black hair, decorated with metal or colorful glass beads. And each of them with a matching tattoo on their left arm. A tattoo that you’ve seen every adult bare with pride.

A skillet bread was put into your hand, soon followed by a bowl, “I hope you like soup. This one is Maaga’s recipe.”

“It smells nice, thank you,” you gently take the bowl and balance it on your thigh. Galta passing around glasses of what smells to be ale. A smirk on her face as she hands you a wooden cup, “uh Galta, I thought we discussed this.”

“It’s extremely rude to refuse a drink, especially if they are your elder or you’re within their home.”

You sigh as you take the cup, “I knew this was a trap.” Galta simply laughs as she sits across from you, watching as you glare into the cup. You sniff the cup warily and set it to the side for later. The three of them watch you warily, “don’t worry I’ll drink it.”

“It’s not that,” Galta starts.

“We just don’t know what to make of you to be honest,” Maaga finishes the thought for her. “We don’t interact with humans that often. And the ones we have interacted with have a very different culture than yours… From what we can tell.”

“We have many questions,” Schelura chuckles while stirring the soup in her bowl.

You dip a bit of your bread into the soup, “and I have answers.” Then the flood gates opened. They asked about your family, where you grew up, how you became a Maid of Eia. And most importantly to them, about your love life.

“You’ve never been kissed,” Schelura gasps.

“Correct,” you sigh as you finish the last of your soup.

“Is it a cultural thing, or personal,” Galta asks as she downs her first cup of ale.

“Uhh… Personal I guess. But now that I’m a Maid, it’s kind of frowned upon,” you take a page from her book and pick up your cup. However, choose to nurse your drink instead.

“No relationships at all?”

“I mean, I could. Maids have done it before, but once you get pregnant you’re kicked out of the order.” The Orcisch women nod in understanding, the tent falling silent. Maaga takes the empty bowls and goes to wash them. “So what are Orcisch relationships like?”

Schelura smiles and lays back on the bed of furs behind her, “well we have a courtship system, but it’s starting to go out of style. Especially the further away from the homeland a horde is. But, once you’re considered an adult you can do whatever.”

“Ja, you get kicked out of the family tent and move into a tent with girls your age. And you get to do whatever, as long as it’s legal.” Galta leans over to top off your cup with a smirk. “Why do you ask? Has a certain maz caught your eye?”

You glare at your newly filled cup, “no.”

Schelura chuckles, “you sure?”

“What are you two getting at?”

Maaga returns with the clean bowls, “don’t listen to them. They have the imagination of toddlers.”

“Oh come on Maaga, you see it too. You see the lust in his eyes,” Schelura bolts upright again. You stare at the three of them absolutely befuddled by their conversation.

“He’s a man, they have that look all the time,” the darker Orc frowns.

“Who are you talking about?”

“Kurakh,” they exclaim in unison.

“He looks at me like that?”

“Yes!”

“I don’t know…”

Galta narrows her eyes, “are you blind?”

“Galta please,” Maaga rolls her eyes.

“He’s so touchy with her, and he guards her like he would a wife,” Galta scoffs as she sips her ale. “You saw how he paraded her around the day of the battle. Pinching anywhere soft.”

You couldn’t help the heat that crawled up your neck, “I try to forget about that.”

“Has he tried to do anything to you,” Schelura asks concerned.

“No.”

“Well let us know if he does, and we’ll fight him for you,” Maaga says seriously as she makes herself comfy on her bedroll.

“I think I’ll be fine…”

Galta takes another sip of her ale, her free hand poking at your linen cap, “could I do your hair? Or are you bald under there?”

“Why does everyone think I’m bald,” you groan and untie the cap to free your braided hair. “That’s literally the first thing Mazna asked me.” Galta reaches to touch your hair, but you gently smack her hand away. “My gods you’re worse than a child.”

“Please,” she wines and gives you the pleading eyes.

“Fine,” you sigh and take the pins out of your hair. “Only because I trust you won’t rip out my hair like Mazna.”

“I can make no promises,” she smiles and pulls you closer to her before you could change your mind. Schelura handed her a brush, comb, twine, and a tool you didn’t recognize. You take an annoyed sip of the ale while she undos your current braids. The annoyance quickly replaced with relief as Galta massages your head. “Hair is a very important part of our culture. Every braid and every bead has its own meaning.”

Maaga glances up from her handcraft, presumably carving something, “braiding is a pastime. And in larger hordes a profession.”

“Interesting… I just do these braids so the hair stays hidden.”

“Well that’s the opposite of what we do,” Galta chuckles as she draws the pointed end of the comb through your hair. First parting your hair right behind your ears. The hair behind your ears being tied into a simple gathering. And the hair in front of the ears was being parted down the middle. “I’ll do something simple for you to take out tonight.”

“I would appreciate that.”

Schelura’s face reappears in the corner of your eye, “what beads should she have?”

“I don’t need any beads, I’ll probably just lose them…”

“Good thing I’ll give them to you in a bag,” the bubbly Orc smiles and disappears from your sight.

Maaga speaks up from her side of the tent, “dark blue obviously.”

“Oh and bright teal,” Schelura nearly screams in realization. Galta chuckles at Schelura’s excitement, the bright green of Schelura’s hand teasing you as she hands something to Galta. Soon you can feel Galta gathering the hair on one half of your head, tying the twine at the base of your head. Galta’s fingers were swift, braiding your hair with ease. The tent was quiet now as the girls concentrated, the only sound you could hear was the gentle patter of rain on the tent. Galta’s breath was hot on your neck, but not terribly uncomfortable. Just strange considering she was a stranger to you still.

Before you knew it Galta was done, untying the hair at the back of your head and brushing through it once more. “Maaga can you hand me the mirror?” The feeling of the cool metal shook you from your daze as it was placed in your hand. “What do you think?”

“Oh,” was the first thing that you could think of. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d used a mirror. The hairstyle looked similar to what you felt, however instead of a typical three strand braid, Galta did four strands. Midnight blue and bright teal glass beads woven neatly into the braid. “It looks pretty, thank you.”

“You hesitated,” Galta teases.

“It’s not what I’m used to, but I like it. Although I can already imagine my mother’s sour reaction,” you scoff and put down the mirror. “Thank you Galta.”

“You're welcome,” she smiles and puts her tools away.

“So, what do the beads mean?”

Schelura hands you a small drawstring bag, “dark blue is the color of knowledge, and bright teal means luck.”

“Interesting, I’ll be sure to bring them back to you promptly.”

Schelura laughs, “the beads are yours now silly.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course I’m sure, I’m the beadmaker for crying out loud. If I say you should have beads, then you will get beads.”

Before you could argue with her anymore a gruff voice makes themselves known outside of the tent, “may I?”

Maaga rolls her eyes and pulls the tent opening back a little, “dov aksov Kurakh.”

“Prazi Maaga, it’s raining,” he sighs in defeat.

“Only for a little bit,” she motions him inside. He pulls his hood down and stands awkwardly in the tent, glancing at the four of you with his good eye. “How were the traps?”

“Successful,” he smiles a little and then his eye lands on you. “I see you ladies had fun.”

You playfully glared at Galta, “I was coerced.”

Galta scoffs, “oh shush you enjoyed it.”

“Doesn’t she look pretty,” Schelura smirks into her cup as she sips.

“You did well, Galta,” Kurakh swiftly avoids the question. “Will you be ready to go soon, Odmi?”

“I’m ready whenever you are,” you scoot to the edge of the bedroll to stand up. Kurakh offers his hand, and this time you take it. Letting him easily pull you to your feet. Although you couldn’t help but wince once you put pressure onto your sore leg.

“Still hurts,” Kurakh glances at your leg.

“I’ll probably feel it all winter. Don’t worry I’ll be fine,” you straighten out the skirt of your habit with one hand. The other tightly holding the drawstring bag Schelura gave you. “How’s the rain?”

“Light now, but probably will get heavier as the night goes on,” he sighs.

“I suppose we should go then,” you turn to bid farewell to the girls and grab the rest of your things. Each of them with a teasing smirk on their face until you left the tent under Kurakh’s arm. His cloak lazily being held above you as the two of you walk quietly through the camp. You were immediately thankful for the warmth of his tent, kicking your wet boots off instantly.

“So how’d you get roped up with Galta?”

You sigh while taking off your wet stockings, “she approached me outside of Roldza’s. And when Roldza found out she told me to go. She said I wouldn’t get any dinner from her if I didn’t.”

“Sounds like my sister-in-law,” Kurakh sighs as he begins to undress. Shedding his cloak and shirt, before kneeling beside the fire pit. You try to neatly arrange your belongings while Kurakh starts a small fire. The pleasant orange glow sprawling over the walls of the tent.

“Where’s Mazna?”

“With Roldza tonight,” he glances at you teasingly, “in case Galta got you drunk.”

You huff and loosen the ties on the back of your habit, making it cozier to sleep in. “Galta would’ve had to try very hard.”

“Not much of a drinker,” he asks.

“I’m not allowed to drink.”

“Oh… And yet you did?”

“It’s not like the High Priestess will get word of it anytime soon,” you shrug and sit on your half of the bedroll. He laughs and gets up to change from his buckskin pants into the linen ones he wears to sleep. Per usual you avert your eyes, deciding that the thick fur was more interesting than the mossy green warrior.

“You’re a healer, right?”

“...Yes..”

“And you’re aware of the differences of male and female bodies?”

“...Yes…”

“So why do you act like you’ve never seen a man before?”

You glance up at him, fully planning on glaring at him. But, your plan was immediately disrupted by his state of undress. The loincloth was a little too tightly secured between his legs. Especially at this angle. You frown as your face grows warmer, turning away quickly, “will you quit it?”

“Quit what, existing?”

“You know what I mean.” The two of you stay in silence, you refusing to look at him while you could feel his eyes on you. Eventually you can hear the rustle of him finally putting his pants on. “Our cultures are very different Kurakh. I don’t think you understand how shameful it is for me to share a bed with you. Not based on your race, and the war. But, because I am not married to you. I shouldn’t even touch you if you aren’t a patient.”

“And while no one will know, but on the slight chance my village found out. I would be branded as a whore and disgraced. My family would even suffer. Worst case scenario I would be exiled.”

“Your people are prudes.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, “that’s one way of putting it.” Absent-mindedly you play with the beads in your hair. The weight of them is still foreign to you. The bedroll dips as Kurakh sits beside you. “I suppose I should take these out before I try to sleep,” you sigh and get up to grab the bag Shelura gave you.

“Would you like some help?”

“That would be nice,” you sit down again, however a little closer to Kurakh than you normally would. Despite the size of his hands and his obvious strength, he was gentle. Somehow able to speedily untie Galta’s knots in the twine.

“You know, in some cultures being a whore is an honorable profession. They can even have influence over politicians and royal families.”

“How is that supposed to make me feel better?”

“Just because your society says it’s the right way, doesn’t mean that it actually is. My people are very comfortable with sex, nudity, and just touch in general. And while I won’t try to change your way of life, you shouldn’t expect that I will change mine.”

“I know… I’m trying to adapt… It’s hard.”

Kurakh finishes your hair, gently massaging your head before handing you the beads. “How would you like to adapt?”

“I suppose I would like to get more used to touch… It’s strange having everyone wanting to sit close to me, or play with my hair… That’s not a child at least.”

“Might I suggest something?”

You sigh, “I’ve had more ale tonight than I’ve had in the past five years. I might as well just say fuck it at this point.”

He laughs and motions for you to back away, “I promise it’ll be painless.” You watch him skeptically as he sits with his legs apart, then pats the bedroll between his legs.

“You want me to sit there?”

“Just try it before you hate it,” he pleads with you. With a heavy sigh you get ready to move back. “And sit with your back towards me.” You nod and sit down again, immediately feeling the heat radiating off of him. “Now lean back with your back on my chest.” And you do so with a deep breath. You immediately feel the heat of his bare skin through your thick habit. His hands resting on his legs, and making no other moves to touch you. “How do you feel?”

“Warm.” Kurakh chuckles behind you, making you move along with his chest as he laughs. The sound was closer, almost too close. And you could feel the richness of his voice in your bones. “I suppose I don’t hate this.”

“I’m glad,” he very gently rests his chin atop your head. “Now close your eyes and try to relax even more.” And you did. You let yourself sink into this new embrace. Swaddled with his warmth and a newfound sense of peace. No more High Priestess, no fear, no more working yourself to the bone, no politics. Just serenity.

#m orc x f reader #tpow series #fantasy #orc x reader #exophilia #tpow #my work

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sapphicwhxre · 3 years

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ASTERIA'S 2.5K FOLLOWER FIC REC LIST

i read fics just as much as i write them so here are some of my favourites. tysmsm for this milestone, i love you all <3 quick note: i didn't re-tag anyone if i recommended more than one of your works because of the tag limit.

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hermione granger

tuesdays - @stupxfy

probably one of my all time favs for hermione. it's just so well written and adorable and fluffy and yes.

if i could tell her - @hellounicorn

pining, pining, PINING. the way these emotions and hermione's described is just... art. perfection. there's a happy ending and it is so worth the build up.

darling dearest - @dracolvr

fluffy goodness. read to be hopelessly in love with hermione ─ which, let's be real, we all are.

november rain - @pansydaisy

uhm i love this one sm. it's so simple but amazing ─ everyone has their days like this and having hermione to cure them? it's what everyone needs.

i need more - @15-dogs

i sobbed the first time i read this. it'll break your heart but it's so amazingly written that it's worth the sadness. actual gut wrenching / mindblowing writing.

how the potter girls react to you in lingerie - @pottersanime

the title. need i say more?

honeyed eyes - @minty-malfoy

HEAVEN. being hermione's first kiss as friend? but both of you idiots liking each other? oh my god, sign me up.

hugging her from behind - @pastanest

again, the title. read to feel 🥺💙

grey days - @pepperimps01

PANSMIONE 😌😌 it's angsty with a happy ending and i love it sm. this does such a perfect job of capturing pansy and hermione's relationship growing and having its ups and downs with just a few paragraphs. honestly so good

grenade - @hellounicorn

another one that'll make your heart shatter. but in the best way. these are the fics i live for where the you can't help but feel like it's really happening to you and hermione and god it's so fucking powerful. underrated writing right here in general. and also pansmione is the loml so it hurts in that way.

honeybees - @pansydaisy

fluffy aesthetic heaven.

lead the way - @teacup-tai

more pansmione but this is pure filthy thinking and satisfies all the sexual tension dreams pansmione shippers have.

two queens in a king sized bed - @shysneeze

domestic christmas morning with hermione and it's angelic.

would you still love me if i turned into a worm? - @minty-malfoy

one of those blurbs i never imagined i'd read or love so much. not to mention it's spot on and adorable.

pansy parkinson

right and wrong - @starrkidmalfoy

a first kiss and the overdone trope that i will never get sick of, the bitch who's soft only for you. the descriptions in this are perfection and the writing is beautiful <3

messed up - @writseo

toxic, messed up love fics will be the death of me. insane how well you captured it all and i just yes damn fucking props.

pansy parkinson imagine - @moonlight-imagines

*screams* THE BEST FRIEND BANTER + THE ENDING OH MY GOD OH MY GOD ─ I SCREAMED WHEN I FIRST READ THIS. I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE IT.

dating pansy would include - @lotsoffandomimagines

ABSOLUTE POWER COUPLE SHIT and to this day, pansy saying "jealous much?" when being scolded for pda remains iconic.

grey days - @pepperimps01

as i said before: PANSMIONE 😌😌 it's angsty with a happy ending and i love it sm. this does such a perfect job of capturing pansy and hermione's relationship growing and having its ups and downs with just a few paragraphs. honestly so good

new rules - @silversslytherin

excuse me this is immaculate ─ pansy is the best friend and the second you see that she's also the best s/o, you're done for. perfection.

study "dates" - @turning-dreams-into-chaos

the title is self explanatory and this whole thing is fluffy heaven <3

how the potter girls react to you in lingerie - @pottersanime

read the title, thank me later.

lead the way - @teacup-tai

more pansmione but this is pure filthy thinking and satisfies all the sexual tension dreams pansmione shippers have.

traitor - @hufflepuff-writings

a masterpiece where pansy chooses the wrong side in the battle of hogwarts. this ties up so well and the writing is so powerful.

back alley love potions - @a-simple-imagine

this actually hurts but in a beautiful way. watching pansy give draco a love potion is such a fucking concept and this is executed incredibly.

my little bunny - @emmamarie7708

pansy making you do this is so dirty yet she's slightly sweet and i am a sucker for it. god is a woman and her name is pansy fucking parkinson.

pansy parkinson imagine - @moonlight-imagines

i'll let pansy beat people up for me all day. they put me in madame pomfrey's, feel my girlfriend's wrath.

ginny weasley

blissful - @enyastasia

fluffy ginny goodness. the friends to lovers? the amazing kiss? 🥺🥺🥺💞💞 this fic lives in my heart <3

bubble pop electric - @hunnypot-imagines

this is hotter than a lot of actual smut and the chemistry is so... wow. ginny weasley owns me.

dear ginny - @alyssamalfoy

how does this short ass letter manage to make me feel so much. it's sorcery but i don't even care, it's beautiful.

wildflower - @pansydaisy

will i ever get tired of cheeky i love yous? not when loves like ginny weasley and ayli's so so pretty writing exist.

all i want - @hellounicorn

ouch. fuck you harry :) quite possibly the best ginny fic i have ever read. insanely talented writing, i genuinely feel every touch of emotion you put down and you need to know how amazing that is. keep breaking my heart.

linny hcs - @bluebirdlinginthenest

who doesn't need good linny content in their life?

how the potter girls react to you in lingerie - @pottersanime

sexy bitch, fuck me up.

willow - @padmeamiala

ginny is the loml. her brothers can cry about it.

bellatrix lestrange

attempting to bake with bellatrix - @carters-coffee

MY FAVOURITE BELLA FIC ─ there's not enough bellatrix fluff out there but this makes up for the lack of. heaven.

bellatrix prompt - @carters-coffee

this gives me chills. she knows she's a bad bitch and that's what we love about her.

change of plans - @dumb-sbian

why THE FUCK have i not had a rainy morning with bellatrix? she can sleep and mumble something just like this and i'm still head over heels for her.

being tortured as bellatrix's girlfriend - @writings-of-a-british-fangirl

definitely a concept BUT this makes me feel some type of way and i recommend giving it a minute of your time 😌

bellatrix finding out you're a muggleborn - @carters-coffee

the beauty, the nuance omg. this is art.

bellatrix prompt - @carters-coffee

yep jealous bella. trust me, im all yours mommy <3

sex with bellatrix would include - @onegayastronaut

so short but... sign. me. up.

luna lovegood

never leave - @/deactivated

luna smut is hard asf to come by and this is my favourite. it's so luna and the pain over her not knowing, not getting that closure about how you feel until this is an amazing rollercoaster.

she - @hunnypot-imagines

the beauty of falling in love with luna, through this majorly talented writing. ten out of fucking ten. i will not elaborate but there's also majorly good association in this imo.

silver berries and flickering fireflies - @duskgrangers

i love this fic so much. she's so herself and that is why we ✨ simp ✨ and the scene set just sounds so prettyy

how the potter girls react to you in lingerie - @pottersanime

luna + this title? yes please, ma'am i am simping.

would you still love me if i turned into a worm? - @minty-malfoy

put me in your pocket luna. im begging you.

dancing in the rain with luna - @/deactivated

only luna would get you a dress to go dancing in the rain and this is the stuff of blissful, fluffy dreams.

hugging her from behind - @pastanest

short and cute, do me a favour and read it :)

dating luna lovegood would go like - @glossymalfoy

life is NOT worth it if you don't read these cute little headcanons and imagine dating ravenclaw's baddest bitch.

linny hc - @bluebirdlinginthenest

like i said, who doesn't need good linny content?

cho chang

strawberry kisses - @pansydaisy

the only cho fic i've been able to find and it's SO WORTH IT. the cutest, it flows so well, and i absolutely love it. i need this with cho tbh.

fleur delacour

toutes les etoiles - @coffee--writes

im in love with fleur and this amazing writing. and for the first time since i started high school, my three years of taking french feel good for something.

being best friends with fleur would include - @harrypotter-imaginess

not romantic but actually so sweet pls. i want this friendship in my life so bad.

nymphadora tonks

dating nymphadora tonks would include - @imaginesforgirls

dating her + that warm little feeling of bliss that only HCs can give you

taking care of her after the war - @random-imagines-blog

this kind of hurts in that good ass way and i lovee it. they're simple hcs but i feel for tonks so much and then there's that warm lil feeling when you're the one to put her back together aand now my primary life goal is to help this woman heal.

───────── boys ─────────

harry potter

phosphenes - @minty-malfoy

ok shakespeare, the fuck?? this fic will never not get me right in the heart. the angst, holy fuck. and for once, the reader doesn't hurt harry and let draco walk all over them and it's just done so well. the transition from a toxic relationship to a sweet, loving one PLEASE. it's beautiful.

happy memories - @15-dogs

how does this manage to be so. smutty and fluffy at the same time? this is one of those short ones that has lived in my head, rent-free since i read it. and tbh any fic that includes expecto patronum is guaranteed to be good.

come back to me - @wondernimbus

right from the beginning, it's a mess of emotions both good and bad. that kind of good ass writing that hits you in the heart <3

making out with harry potter would include - @badfvith

read this title. done? now thank me later.

harry prompt - @thoseofgreatambition

harry x a sarcastic swooning bitch is an elite trope idc. short and sweet, i'm marrying this fic.

keep your eyes on the prize - @rowema-ravenclaw

first of all, showing harry up and second, pure fluff (and a little steam) right after. i also love how she writes harry in general because he's totally safe/in love with the relationship but still has that awkward lovable shyness and i just... *sighs*

always - @pansydaisy

uhm i will always love him and always reread this a thousand times so its a fit title + a good read.

late night studying - @lumosandnoxwriting

fuck studying, let his hand stay in my shirt. once again recommending fluffy bliss in the form of a short read that makes me feel things <3

would you still love me if i turned into a worm? - @minty-malfoy

he's so stupid. but he still loves you + this is from our resident perfectly talented writer so its a win.

cuddling after a rough quidditch practice - @badfvith

harry james potter is : b a b y

gryffindor's victory - @rowema-ravenclaw

make me gryffindors fucking cheerleader because HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT. AND THE WRITING IS IMMACULATE PLEASE. just read it, you won't regret it.

draco malfoy

silent treatment - @slytherinwh0re

andy's mad talented and this is just... insert a cheesy chefs kiss. unbelievably adorable but so fucking hot and an actually good smut plot (which is rare lmfao). remind me to give draco the silent treatment every time im upset.

rewards - @malfoysstilinski

so hot PLS. hype him up for the match and get your reward, bye. so good.

reading between the lines - @minty-malfoy

i've said this a thousand times but that's what happens when you've got a mad talented mutual BLESSING everyone with beauty like this. butterflies and warm feelings all around when i read this 💓

point of view - @draconisxcaput

its angst for hermione and fluff for you but overall ethereal writing. i am never going to recover from the pure talent that this is.

im not kidding im dying - @malfoysmatrioshka

i hate being sick with a passion but this... this would make it worth it.

hogwarts express - @/deactivated

draco fucking you because he knows harry's watching. the shit of legends and god is it hot.

draco laughing at you because you can't walk after sex - @glossymalfoy

*motions to the title* fluff with this loser 😌

the cheeseburger - @slytherinwh0re

really short read but this is one of those things i just. didn't know i needed. you're missing out and haven't even realised it if you haven't read about introducing him to cheeseburgers. and that ending is so funny/in character to me i fucking love it.

four am - @malfoysstilinski

domestic draco 🥺 but also sad draco 🥺 and then fluffy draco 🥺

hugging him from behind - @pastanest

real short and it'll brighten your day <3

would you still love me if i turned into a worm? - @minty-malfoy

how is it that this is so stupidly adorable. i love it 💘

ron weasley

heather - @hellounicorn

always making me cry with your fics i swearrr. this is a must-read. having someone but them not really being yours is a beautiful trope and this fic absolutely does it wonderful, poetic justice. your angst is addicting.

apple pie - @pregnant-piggy

ABSOLUTE DOMESTIC BLISS I AM IN LOVE. i don't even like kids or baking that much but this made me so soft. the whole cozy, heavenly vibes from this fic yes yes yes.

jealousy - @writeroutoftime

cliché jealousy turns friends to lovers and i am a sucker for it all over again <3

shaking and trembling - @ronsbadidea

if ron doesn't finger fuck me and then make a cheeky comment about it in class later then WHAT IS THE POINT :(

mixed signals - @iamthecabbage

i've always figured ron is this awkward idiot cutie with a crush and yea, this is it.

fred and george weasley

i love you, but you don't - @george-fabian-weasley

fred's a character i really don't read for often but goddamn. it's the saddest, most beautiful mix of rejection and pain and fred desperately caring but not in the way you want him to ─ an angsty masterpiece.

cockwarming george - @roonilwazlibimagines

because of this filthy gem, i one hundred thousand percent believe that he could make me cum without even fucking me and this is just... it's a good fucking read.

would you still love me if i turned into a worm? - @minty-malfoy

their responses are so wonderfully chaotic and adorable and GOD you're missing out if you haven't read these lil blurbs.

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#harry potter x reader #hermione granger x reader #pansy parkinson x reader #luna lovegood x reader #ginny weasley x reader #draco malfoy x reader #fred weasley x reader #george weasley x reader #cho chang x reader #nymphadora tonks x reader #bellatrix lestrange x reader #ron weasley x reader #fleur delacour x reader #harry potter #fic recs #masterlist #smut #fluff #angst

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beann-e · 3 years

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Haikyu characters reacting to their s/o screaming back at them

Nekoma Characters reacting to their s/o Screaming back at them

Read Part One Here

kenma

-it would not take much -_-

- Kenma doesn’t even notice he’s yelling at you or much less using his raised voice when talking to you

-he’s so used to screaming at kuroo through his mic that when he’s finally pissed off and bubbling ; it just happens after you try to ask him what he wants for dinner at the wrong time

-post time skip

“ go left “ The sound of the controller clicking swirled through the room as your boyfriends eyes followed the screen at every turn his character took “ kuroo I said go left “

“ uh which one ? “

kenmas face went into a straight line as kuroos body stiffened knowing he hadn’t been listening in the first place “ no wait which way I meant —which way “

“kuroo I said go left “

“ oh “

“ yeah — go left “ the strain in your boyfriends voice was evident

it showing off the sliver of annoyance he was trying to hold back knowing that you were somewhere in the same house

he hated for you to see him anything other than calm

Anytime he showed any bit of annoyance with you or even showed he was about to give you attitude you quickly shut it down. It was obvious to him who was the dominant one in the relationship and he had no problem with it

Honestly he was scared of what you would think when you finally saw him fly off the handle. Of course you’d seen him have an attitude he was a gamer that was normalized to have one after a lost game but, it wasn’t often he showed you that side because kenma doesn’t do losing

so what would happen if he finally got ticked off so badly due to something that was ‘just a game’ to you would you be scared?

he couldn’t help but think that you would run for the hills and then screw him over in the breakup and tell everyone he still wears tidy whities and forgets to go pee during gameplays unless you remind him by asking had he peed all day

“ hey du— “

“ don’t talk until you kill the leftover guys so we can win“

“ ken you don’t think I can multitask “ kuroos laugh fell into the room over kenmas headphones “ I used to do it everyday i was the captain of the vb team, I keep you in line “

“ sure sure — but are you watching your corners “

“ I keep everyone healthy , and i’m hot , plus I’m about to win this gam— I died “

the silence in the moment spoke volumes before kenma could

his hand grabbing the controller harshly as he refused to blink seeing the word loser flash in bright letters on his screen

Body growing hot and sweaty while he tried to hold in his anger and process what just happened so he could determine the next best course of action

Knowing , He just knew

The amount of trouble he’d get in if you walked in to hear him screaming at kuroo shouting words you hated when he used

He was trying to hold it all in

really he was

he just needed some quiet first just some silence to figure out how to calm himself down his brain going over serveral images of kuroo dead at the bottom of stairs maybe even him getting hit too hard with one of kenmas sets when they played 4 on 4matches

Anger only growing when he heard a voice pour in that he couldn’t figure out who it belonged to much less cared

“ hey ke— “

“ Do you ever fucking listen “ his voice was hard and threatening “ do you ever just shut the fuck up and “

he threw his headphones to his keyboard “ and listen — no you don’t— you go quiet and now here i am upset because you simply don’t listen — answer the questions i’m asking you— you fucking sea creature“

his body only growing hotter as his neck got red eyes darting for a person to scream at and take his anger out on

“ answer me “ he screamed pain eteched in his voice as he finally turned to find you

a look crossing over his face before he blinked looking to the floor then up at you in confusion before turning back to his screen that glowed in the dark room anger hitting him all over again when he saw kuroos wide open mouth and their dead avatars laying on the ground

“ Why the fuck — how the —- I always fucking lose when that asshole —that miscalculated creation— whenever he plays with me it’s so serious to me — i make money off of it i make — i get deals and i — I can’t — can’t lose them they’ll think i’m not good enough— i“

he slammed his fist into the wall speaking low

“ I hate fucking losing “

he turned to you “ it’s not nice y/n — I tried to fucking do your shitty routine of calming myself down first but it just “

he moved closer to you with anger pouring from his body

your eyes wide in a look of fear when he grabbed your face pointing to his screen “ look — “

he screamed in your face when you didn’t tear your eyes away from his “ BABE I SAID LOOK“

your eyes never leaving his as he just grew angrier at your incompetence

“ so your not fucking listening to me either “ his voice grew questioning “ are your ears dirty just like kuroos ? huh ? are y’all apart of some shitty cult for mute wannabes “

his hand gripped tighter on your cheeks “ i’m so stupid your just as fucking dumb as that asshole — fucking — I bet you wanna date him huh — “

his mind ran wild as he thought of the two of you together insecurity blooming

“ you want a loser like him over me right ? you have to like kuroo — look at him you want to date kuroo right “

he laughed “ fucking slu— “

“ finish it and we’ll be playing our own game of kenma getting his ass beat until he finally gives up and cries “

your eyebrows quirked up as you held eye contact with him “ trust me you’ll lose “

you looked at the male in front of you in disgust

“ get your shitty cheeto dusted gamer hands off of me “

his hands loosened their hold on you

“ all the way off you dirty imbecile “

you scoffed as he dropped his hand in a rush of fear

“ I bet your dirty ass didn’t even wash them after I made you pee earlier — yeah made — you wanted to get back to that sweaty chair that badly ? “

his cheeks grew hot as he blinked himself out of his trance only to see what he’d gotten himself into

“ who do you think you are talking to like that “

your stare making him shake even more in fear

You always scared him when you were upset wether you were taller or not your annoyance alone at an action he’d done scared him enough

Your words stood tall and poured in on him making him feel like he was suffocating but, he knew he needed to hear this. You only did this when his anger was out of control like he knew it could be. He stayed on his games all day and all night which was the only way to provide your shared income

at least until he could get his company up and running he had yet to sign contracts because he said he needed to read them first and reading took too much work

this was how he paid your bills. It stressed him out knowing that any day someone on the internet could call him a loser and that same day your steady flow of money may trickle in slower than usual

So when he lost a game any game even something as simple as Mario or even kirby it pissed him off because he couldn’t help but shoulder all the responsibility of taking care of you and himself. He didn’t want to be the reason you lost that stability and all of this catered into his rage. A rage only you could catch and calm down with your sheer words.

“ who do you think you are “ your voice came out low and calm as you spoke down on him “ answer me “

“n-no on — no one babe “

“ don’t babe me “ your hand pressed on his chest “ you don’t deserve that not after you talked to me that way “

“ I -i’m sorry “

“ for what “

“ f-for talking to you like that and “ his voice came out soft as he spoke

“ I cannot hear you “

“ fuck i’m sorry for talking to you that way —and for using force —force and grabbing you like that “

“and i’m just expected to forgive you? you know I hate this — you know this and yet you keep doing it? why ? why do you keep shouldering this and then lashing out “

“ p-please “

“ mm — i’m not seeing it ken— I mean you treat me like one of your other asshole friends and then on top of it you grabbed my face this time— you’ve never gone that far “

“ y-yes I know — I know “

“ so you can see my problem with just accepting your apology right “

“ y-yes ma’am “

“ oh — “ you laughed as you spoke “ now we’re using nice names huh “

“ i—I thought it’d work“ he pouted

“ I wanna forgive you ken “ you looked at him as his head dropped in embarrassment cheeks going red

“ I really do babe but “

“ I swear I won’t do it again y/n “

you thought for a moment staring at the boy in front of you who was pissing his pants in fear

“ y-y/n I swear I didn’t know it was you I was angry and I —I thought kuroo was talkin— “

“ but you realized it was me? “

he paused

“ you even looked from me and back to your screen so you knew correct “

“ yes “

“ and yet you still yelled at me and grabbed my face “

“ really i’m sorry— I wasn’t there all the way “

you took a deep breath before looking to his computer eyes made up in a squint and then trailing back to the boy in front of you

“ ok ken “ his eyes glowed in happiness

“ you— your forgiving me “ he laughed almost mocking you knowing he’d never been let go this quickly you usually took away his gaming system until he’d learned to calm down

he even started ‘doing’ yoga, if you count playing the youtube videos on the tv while he played on his apple watch that you’d forgotten to take, just to fool you into giving his game back “ this easily“

your eyes moved pointedly to his as he fell back into submission

“ i’m sorry I just meant you arent more upset “

“ well i’m deciding that since it was the first time you ever went to that extent of yelling at me I’m gonna let you off the hook “

you smiled “ also I thought you already got enough punishment “

“ h-huh “

you let your head move up to face his computer screen in a slight nod his eyes lighting up before his face fell in sadness

He never meant to fall submissive let alone show who was the dominant one in the relationship to anyone outside of you especially not with kuroo on the other line

“ I don’t think kuroo minds much babe it’s ok “ you said happily changing the whole way you carried yourself earlier and the way you spoke your body easing after beating into kenma

“ no trust me he doe— “

“ goddamn “

your eyes fell onto his friends open mouthed smile

“ and you just let ‘em do you like that “

kenmas eyebrows came together in sadness

“ damn ken —“

your eyes went hard on kuroo

“ and do you think your any better ? because from what i’ve heard churro it seems to me like you couldnt even keep your own team on a leash much less that lev kid so ? “

“ god “ kuroo coughed shifting in his seat whispering softly to himself “ so hot “

he shook his head before speaking again a little bit louder “ uh no— no I completely understand y/n —god i just know your fun “ he laughed

“ kenma keep listening to your s/o don’t mind me “

he moved to log off speaking under his breath “ so fucking scary —swear i’m bringing ‘em in to scare my vb kiddos— shit “

you shook your head in confusion “ uh wha—”

“ he had a — he had a crush on you and yeah I”

“ oh well “ you moved to throw your arms around him in happiness his body stumbling back at the action as he cautiously wrapped his hands around your back

“ n-not in trouble “

“ not in trouble “

“ still love me “

“ still love you “

“ then can I pla- “

“ no “

“ nevermind I didn’t want —want to play anyways “

“ that’s good “

“ yeah “ he drawed out as you grabbed his hand pulling him to the living room “ but babe the monitors still on just one matc— “

your grip tightned on his hand “ movie ken “

“ got it movie — movie “

he spoke low following you wrapping his arms around you as he kissed your cheek “ movie first — game later “

lev

-I don’t think he would ever ever ever scream at you but he would totally say something hurtful and not even realize it because kuroo and kenma said it to him

-so he’s literally just using what he was taught but In the wrong way

- not a time skip

“ lev can you help me “ you shouted to the taller male as you made your way across the court his hands cupping around his mouth as he stared down on you from the other side “ yeah “ he smiled “ totally “

you copied him a smile itching to spread across your face “ just because I yell doesnt mean you yell “

“ well as bossy as you are you should know I’m going to “

your face dropped before it fell back into a happy smile mind racing with thoughts of maybe hes just making a joke he knows you hate when people say that about you

“ hey uh lev ? “

“ yeah babe “ he said running over to you

“ let’s not say that ok cause it kinda — it really hurt my feelings “ his eyebrows furrowed as he looked down on you his voice vibrating along the gym before he smiled again “ babe I like the design you added to your face I didn’t notice but other people said you looked good with it and yeah —honestly they were right “

“ huh — design? “

“ yeah it’s red it’s right by your eyebrow “

your hands moved quickly to cover the pimple from his view eyes darting across the gym hoping no one else heard and was trying to take a look at it

“ it’s fine it’s fine maybe if you put on some makeup you can hide it right ? i mean if you don’t like the design like I do i mean that’s what you usually use it for right ? “

your eyebrows went up face holding nothing but sadness as you spoke “ do you— lev baby do you really think i’m bossy “

he jumped up and down on the balls of his feet in excitement as he kept going “ yeah — I do everything you tell me to and I like it i’m like a puppy and your the master “

you could feel your body heat up at his words his smile spreading wider as he turned to his awestruck teammates

“ babe it’s ok id follow you to the end of the earth because I don’t understand your just stringing me along”

your hands dropped the balls you held onto from picking them up off the floor. head cocking to the side as you studied him trying to see what sparked this new way of thinking

“ oh god “

“ he’s so fucking —so so fucking clueles- “

“ stupid just outright stupid is what he is “ you said as his eyebrows creased face struggling to find the right way to react to the burning hot anger he felt radiating off of you in waves “ lev baby who told you this “

you walked a bit closer to him head leaned back to see him clearly “ who made you think this way “

“ uh what “ he shook his head face coming up in a pout “ babe I — “ he played with his fingers as he looked off to the side hand moving to run across his neck “ for some reason I feel like i’m in trouble —I did—did I do something wrong baby ?“

“ this is not cool lev not helpful, not sweet and nice it’s hurtful “

“ no what ? wait i’m “ he took his hand out to grab your arm his face made up in pure confusion “ no i’m —i’m complimenting you “

“ you— your complimenting me? “

“ yeah “ he smiled struggling to hold it up as his eyes darted across your face

“ lev baby “ you faked a smile as your eyes hardened “ think about your words —what have you just said “

“ well I said that your my master and i’m like a puppy“ he smiled as he thought back “ only because I love you and would do anything you tell me and because i’m hyper and sometimes you have to explain stuff to me in simple form because I can’t pay attention when anyone else talks but you “

he kept going “ then I said that I do anything you tell me to and I would “ he smiled harder voice sure of himself“ because I like following you and making you happy “

he scratched his neck face flashing a deep red “ then — then I said that you cover up your bossine— ok i’m sorry “

his face made up into a pout as he slumped “ really I didn’t know I thought it was nice I heard the team saying it in the back rooms and I though— “

“ FUCKING IDIOT “

“ LEV WHAT THE FUCK “

“ HOLY SHIT LEGS ARE YOU SERIOUS “

levs face dropped as he turned to kenma “ legs seriously ? “

kenma shrugging as he continued to play his hand held game “ eh well everyone else was saying something and you annoy me so — I present legs “

he sighed as he turned back only to see your eyes holding nothing but garbage fires In them as you stared at the group of guys huddled together

“ speak “ everyone whimpered as you stared them down “ explain to me why my boyfriend is telling me I need makeup to cover my pimple ”

kuroos uncomfortable laugh left him quickly as he looked away from the both of you rocking back and forth in his shows “ well um y/n “ he coughed “ you see we were — we’re guys y/n we were making jokes and you see lev doesn’t understand “

“ well I do so explain “

he jumped “ we thought— “

“ not quick enough you sweaty catboy“

“ god ok he came to us wanting to know how to compliment you he said he didn’t want to say anything dumb and —so that made us realize we can really make him do anything cause he’s so clueless—thought if we could get lev to say some dumb shit—trust me we didn’t go that far “ he said pointing to lev who was picking up the balls you’d dropped on the floor chasing after one that rolled away

“ then you’d break up with him and I guess at least one of us would have a chance — well except kenma he says he has princess peach as his wife —wait who the fu—I actually don’t know who that is ken is that an online girlfriend “

he furrowed his brows actually puzzled by his earlier words “ I don’t know why it seemed so normal to me at the time “

he shook his head “ but lev is so fucking stupid that he said everything fucking wrong — we literally just told him what we personally like about you —gave him some corny pickup lines but he said everything wrong like even the phrase about your makeup we were saying how you don’t wear any or when you do it’s not obvious because your natural beauty just radiates through it— then the next thing we talked about is how strong and just how you take directive I guess — and we — we thought it was hot “

“ then where did he get the stuff he said from “ your voice went high now you were confused he couldn’t have made that stuff up

“ y/n he’s just fucking stupid where do you think “ he rolled his eyes “ he made it up because he didn’t understand “

levs eyes widened as he had stopped paying attention to the situation taking place hours ago “ uh I cannot confirm or deny that statement but I will say you are very very beautiful my love “

your heart warmed as the team groaned your body moving into his as you kissed him softly “ did I do something wrong ? “

“ no lev your ok “

“ ok I never want you to feel bad or like y’know how kenma feels I always feel like he’s so angry “ your boyfriend shivered as he locked eyes with kenma who was ready to pounce on him claws showed as he gripped his game harshly “ see —- so angry “

“ not angry lev just “ you looked at him seriously “ babe you have to pay attention to what you say you may say something really really wrong to me one day and then — “

“ and then you’ll tell me what I did wrong while we cuddle and drink hot chocolate“

you smiled squeezing him harder “ no — then i’ll break your kneecaps so you’ll never be able to play volley again and i’ll dye your hair black in your sleep so people will think you look like a tall dirty mop “

he shook before he led you out of the door the team watching as you left leaving all of them to curse silently about their failed plan “ he’s the stupidest guy on the team and he — he got that “

“ bet he doesn’t even know what he’s doing when he’s tapping it “

kuroo laughed “ yeah right like he even gets that far — they probably gotta explain how to continue a kiss without him focusing and staring straight into their eyes — he’s probably learning how to ‘multitask’ right now as we speak—lucky idiot “

the doors to the gym slammed open roughly a few minutes later as you held levs hand tightly behind the door “ HEY ASSHOLES “

everyone tuned to you in fear for themselves and the tall male behind you who you dragged like a mom in a store his eyes stuck on the lollipop that stuck out from his mouth “ guys y/n found me a lollipop—she stuffed it in my mouth when I told her the joke you guys told me to “

“ w-what joke “

“ the one where I called the sex line and said that I requested them because I heard good reviews “

the teams heads all dropped knowing they’d never said anything of the sort or even along the line he’d messed up their original words yet again and put not only himself but them in danger

“ if you guys ever try to taint my boyfriend with your dumb fucking words again I swear I will end you all —kenma i’ll buy every copy of the new game that you want that’s coming out — literally blow all my money so you can’t ever play the stupid game until im ready to allow you to “ his mouth going up in an o as he still had his attention on his game hands only tightening a bit at the threat his body moving behind kuroo for safety

“ kuroos chemistry lab will become a garbage chute for my lunch trays “ kuroos body slumping as he draped himself over kenma only to get pushed off and fall on the floor in pain your mouth moving to tell everyone else on the team what would happen if they didn’t respect your boyfriend and treat him like the nice , caring guy he was

Until finally you flashed a smile and walked off leaving the team in disarray as they couldn’t figure out if you just grew that much hotter or if they were having heat flash from the pissed off emotions they felt when lev turned around and winked at them while he ran his hand down your shoulder to land at your lower back as he followed you out

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