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If you said your requests are open… I know this is silly but JEALOUS MIGUEL

Dude gets annoyed if Y/N talks abt someone else (Ben Reilly, Peter B, some other spider people orsome of her friends back in her world) fondly and even LYLA called him out on that

Then one time when Y/N was doing that thing where she talks abt someone else in a fond way and Miguel accidentally said smth that reveals his feelings for you 🤭🤭🤭

A Jab of Jealousy | Miguel O'Hara x Spider Fem!Reader

Words: 3.4k

Warnings: Jealous behaviour from Miguel - seriously, he's kind of a stalker in here. He's down bad and whipped and acts like a sulking baby. Mentions of violence, but it's for comedical effect. Peter B. is a menace. Perhaps OOC Miguel? If there's anything I missed, please let me know!

A/N: Hey guys!! Hello!! It's me again! Gosh, it's been kinda long since the last update. I'm very sorry, but as I mentioned, I'm super busy with university, and am trying to juggle everything without going absolutely crazy. I hope you guys haven't forgotten about me! Please be patient <3

Anyways, I had a blast writing this! I'd never really written for jealous characters before, so I'm not really sure if this is any good. BUT it was very fun to write a sulking Miguel. He's just so funny, picture a big grumpy cat, upset his owner won't give him any attention, hahaha!

Anyway sweet Anon, I hope this is to your liking! It's a bit shorter than my usual works, so I apologize for that, though. But I hope it meets your expectations!!

Miguel was fuming. So much, that he could probably fry an egg on his head. In fact, Lyla had expressed a desire to do so. If only she had a physical form, she thought.

But since frying eggs on top of her boss’s head wasn’t an option, she simply chose to watch as he dug his own grave over and over again, acting like a complete moron.

It’s not like she wasn’t amused – but there is only so much she could say when Miguel sulked because you’d given someone else your attention without making him upset and causing a “I am not jealous” rant to happen.

Lyla did not want that.

Lyla knew better than to prompt that conversation.

More people should be like Lyla – namely Peter B., who’d caught onto Miguel’s little act rather early on. But the brunet couldn’t help it – pissing off Miguel was a hilarious past time, and he loved to push his buttons. He wondered how long it would take for him to finally admit his feelings for you.

Thing was, Miguel had a soft spot for you.

A very soft spot for you.

A “I can’t listen to any of these idiots talk, but as soon as you start a conversation, he’ll tell everyone to shut up so he’ll listen” soft spot for you.

A “I do not want to see anyone, leave me alone you insufferable brats, but if you walk into his office, he’ll pull up a chair and let you keep him company” soft spot for you.

A “I can’t believe you guys disgraced your mission and were unable to contain the anomaly, it is unacceptable, unless it’s you because then it’s only a ‘common mistake’” soft spot for you.

A “I’m Mr. Grumpy and Annoyed and spend my whole days sulking, but if you walk through that door, I’ll light up like a Christmas tree” soft spot for you.

A “this is the last empanada in the cafeteria, and I really want to eat, but you seem to be starving, so please have it, I don’t want you passing out on me” soft spot for you.

A “I’m not jealous, how dare you, but if I see you talking to someone else, I will most likely punch a wall (and destroy it in consequence)” soft spot for you.

Yeah.

Miguel was down bad.

But he��d never admit it to anyone – let alone himself.

He’d simply sulk in a corner, muttering about how “Ben isn’t really that interesting, and he doesn’t really need help, he’s just dramatic and needs to grow up”. Or something of the sort.

Right now, he was watching as you casually conversed with Peter B. The two of you were sitting next to each other, munching on some spider themed burgers for lunch and catching up. Mayday was contentedly eating her own burger, cheddar sauce smeared all over her face and coating her hands.

Peter must’ve made the greatest fucking joke ever, because you bent over the table, laughing like a maniac. Miguel loved your laughter - so carefree, so unapologetically you. You wiped some tears from your eyes, still giggling. You reached out and touched his arm, which made Peter smile, and Miguel frown.

Why’d you be touching his arm? Were you two that close? Sure, you were friendly with everyone, but were you this touchy? You’d never touched him. Did you only do that to your close friends? Did you perhaps want something more with Peter? Well, Peter was a married man. And a loyal one at that - he wouldn’t leave Mary Jane. Why would you go for a married man?

Miguel was single. Why not go for someone single?

“Oh Peter - never change!” you exclaimed with a bright smile that could’ve lit up the whole Spider Society. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to go take care of some reports for the big guy.”

The Big Guy? Who the hell is the big guy?

“Ah, yes. Don’t want him to throw a table at you, do we?” Peter joked.

A table?

Miguel had only done that once.

And it was deserved.

Were you talking about him?

“Don’t be like that -” your voice quickly interrupted Peter’s. “He threw a table at you because you’d been slacking off. You let that Doc Ock anomaly escape. He’s not normally like that.”

Precisely.

Oh.

You were defending him.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m sure he’s not. Off you go, you busy bee!”

“Give MJ my love - I can’t wait to try her casserole. Tell her I’ll bring the pizza rolls, I promised I’d give her my recipe.” You placed a delicate kiss on top of Mayday’s red mane (to which she giggled and reached out her arms towards you - Miguel wondered if you were this naturally good with kids, or if it was just the younger B. Parker that made everyone act like this) and walked away.

Peter smiled to himself, ruffled his kid’s hair, and then looked straight at Miguel, giving him a knowing look from across the cafeteria. He nudged his head towards your figure, and wiggled his eyebrows, mouthing “Jealous?”

Miguel sulked even more, finishing his burger in one whole bite.

Jealous. As if he was jealous.

The next time something like this happened, Miguel had been doing some research on the Spider Library. It was a fascinating place, really - Spiders from every earth would donate books from their homeland. There were books on just about everything, from Victorian etiquette to small Lego blocks Lego Spiderman would swear to be books (a claim Miguel has never once doubted, for the little guy was one of his most trusted allies).

He’d been looking through a few cookbooks (Because even Spider People deserve to learn how to cook), looking for casserole recipes. He convinced himself it was simply a way for him to eat a more balanced meal, for him not to eat at the cafeteria every single day - not that there was anything wrong with it, but he sometimes longed for the warmth of a homemade meal.

“Noir!” your voice cut through the silence, and Miguel caught a glimpse of you chastising yourself for speaking so loudly in a space meant to be relaxing and quiet. “Sorry,” you whispered with a small giggle, before turning to the black and white character.

You conversed happily, feet tugged under your body as you relaxed on one of the library’s comfiest chairs. The cookbook long forgotten; Miguel was now busy watching you. The way the corners of your lips titled up whenever Spider Noir said something that pleased you, how your hands fidgeted with your hair, twirling it around your fingers or tugging it behind your ear, how your eyes would widen in recognition whenever you deemed the topic good.

“Stalker much?” Lyla whispered on his ear, making him jump.

“Mierda! Coño - Lyla - pendeja de una…” He mumbled under his breath, looking around to make sure no one had heard him - unfortunately for him, you had. You looked over in his direction in confusion and gave him a soft smile once your gazes met, as well as a small wave. He retributed, far too stunned to speak, before returning his attention to Lyla.

“What the hell do you want?” He asked, keeping his voice low and gruff. He hated being interrupted, especially when someone interrupted him while he was looking at you.

“You do know this whole ‘Watching her from the shadows’ thing is getting sort of old, right? And it’s real creepy Miguel, real creepy!” Lyla chimed in, looking at him over the rim of her heart-shaped glasses. She was way too done with him. And with good reason. While it was amusing to watch jealousy eat him up from the inside and watch how smitten he was whenever you walked in, it was also draining, because it meant she was stuck with a big grumpy cat whenever you weren’t near, or whenever you were near someone else.

“Why don’t you just ask her on a date?” she asked, voice way too exasperated. It wasn’t the first time she suggested this. Nor the second, nor the third. It surely wouldn’t be the last. “Grow a pair of cojones and ask her out. You’re a decent cook - why not cook up something for dinner? She’d like that, I’m sure.”

“Why would I ask her out?” Miguel grumbled, trying to focus on his book once more. “And why would she say yes? She’s got plenty of friends, of companions. I’m sure she doesn’t lack dinner invitations.”

Lyla scoffed and rolled her eyes, wishing her boss wasn’t so stubborn.

“Well, you should ask her about because you’re whipped! Damn it Miguel, it’s becoming really disturbing to have you sulk and pout all day because she didn’t look your way, or smiled too much at someone else. It’s annoying. And you are becoming a stalker. Look at you! You followed her into the library and were watching her!”

“I was reading!” replied Miguel, trying to keep his voice down but failing - which earned him a few “Shhhhh”s from other dedicated spiders. “Sorry…” he grumbled. “But I was reading. It’s got nothing to do with her.”

“Yeah, yeah, sure, big guy.” If Lyla were to roll her eyes again, they’d probably roll into the back of her head. “Anyway, you have some new reports to catch up on. The new recruits have done a brilliant job, actually. You might want to give those a look.” Miguel sighed and swiftly exited the library, but not before catching your gaze again, and receiving a smile from you.

Miguel was halfway into reviewing one of the reports Jessica had sent him when he heard a knock on his office’s door.

“Who is it?” he asked, not particularly thrilled to talk to anyone.

“Oh, it’s me! [Y/N]!” You. [Y/N].

Well, his door would always be open for you.

“Come in,” he said, turning away from his multitude of screens.

Just be cool.

It’s not like Lyla was right.

Or Peter.

They love to tease him - they’re both insufferable and love to annoy him.

He’s not jealous.

He’s not possessive or anything.

“Miguel?” You asked, breaking him out of his trance. “You okay?”

He looked up to meet your kind eyes, and immediately relaxed before them.

“Yeah,” he nodded, “I’m fine. Sorry, I’m just distracted. Jessica sent me some new reports, and I need to revise all of these before I store them.” It’s funny. Miguel would never admit he was tired. Not to Lyla or anyone else. He wouldn’t even admit it to himself - but you were different. You made him feel safe. He felt like he could confide in you and tell you all that troubles his mind.

“I could help you out, if you wanted to?” You leaned against a desk, shrugging your shoulders. “I mean, I don’t have much on my plate right now. If you want, I could look at them?”

Miguel couldn’t do that.

He couldn’t give someone else his workload, couldn’t trust someone else with such an important task. Should you overlook something, the consequences could be disastrous. Even the tiniest detail could lead up to catastrophic events. That’s why he always took it upon himself to review everything himself, to make sure there were no mistakes.

“I might just take you up on that offer.”

Huh.

That’s not what he meant to say.

No, what he meant to say was,

“It would be great to have a helping hand.”

No.

No, actually, abort mission. Abort mission.

Miguel didn’t need help. He was doing fine on his own. He was the only one qualified for such important jobs, and that was why he had to set the record straight and tell you,

“Thank you, [Y/N].”

You smiled brightly at him, one of those smiles reserved for your closest friends alone (at least that’s what he thought, because Miguel had not been stalking you, and most certainly wasn’t aware of the types of smiles you gave people).

But did this mean he was one of your closest friends?

Miguel shook his head at the thought, and you giggled – a cheerful, melodious sound that Miguel didn’t mind hearing more often.

��You know, everyone around HQ keeps saying you’re like this big bad wolf,” you begin, gesturing with your hands, as if painting a picture. “It’s funny because you’re not like that at all! It seems like I’m the only one who sees that, though. Oh, and Peter B.” You chuckled, rolling your eyes. “You see, the other day, we were joking about what kind of animals each one of us would be, and – “ Miguel’s ears blocked out the rest of the line.

Peter B. this, Peter B. that.

How close were you two anyway? And why are you always talking about him?

“ – And then I was like, no, Miguel would totally be a cat, and then Ben just completely faints on the floor in front of us, and we burst out laughing!” You’re doubling over yourself, even going as far as wiping tears from your eyes. “Oh, he may be dramatic, but boy is he funny. You should listen to his impression of Victorian Spider; he’s got it down to a tee! And oh – he can mimic Peter Parkedcar so well, he does this thing with his voice, in which he goes – “

He's not even that funny.

“Huh?” You questioned, looking up from your little rant.

Huh? What “huh”?

Oh. Mierda.

Had he said that out loud?

“I’m just saying, he’s not even that funny. Ben Reilly.” He grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest, and looking away. “I don’t even know why you hang out with him. He steals everyone’s jokes and makes everything about himself. Also, he’s annoying.”

Way to go Miguel. You do not sound a day over four years old. Not at all.

“Well, I find him charming.” You reply sympathetically. “We all have our flaws.”

“Charming. Tch. Sure, if you find crying over his ‘traumatising day’ which probably consists of a spilled Sepsi charming, then sure, he’s the spitting image of a charming gentleman.” Miguel scoffed, still not finding it within himself to look you in the eye.

“That’s just who he is. I mean, you can’t really blame him, that’s probably how his whole Earth is. Oh goodness – could you imagine? A whole earth full of Ben Reillys?” Your eyes widened and you grinned once again, covering your mouth with your hands. “Peter’s always saying –“

“Peter should probably get some adult friends. And doesn’t he have a baby to take care of? I mean, he can’t possibly be bothering everyone around HQ when he’s a father – you must have things to do other than listen to him ramble on and on and on about whatever topic. Dios, he desperately needs a hobby. Doesn’t he have a wife to return to?”

Perhaps Peter B. could arrange some playdates for Miguel and Mayday. Who knows, the two children might get along.

You’re looking at him, mouth agape in a grin. You supress a chuckle and clear your throat, amusement rather obvious in your eyes.

Could Miguel O’Hara, the big bad wolf leader of the Spider Society, be jealous?

“Someone seems to be a bit jealous.” Your remark was accompanied by some sort of smile that was also a smirk. Almost like you were too amused by the situation but were also flattered. Which you were.

There was that word again.

Jealous.

Miguel ran the word repeatedly in his mind. Could it be he was actually jealous? Was he, perhaps, too possessive of you? You weren’t his. There was no reason for him to feel so protective.

“They’re just friends, you know.” You shrugged, tilting your head. A few strands of hair fell in front of your face, but you made no effort to move them. It gave you a slightly ragged look, and Miguel felt his heart leap in his chest at the sight. “You could hang out with us sometime. I’m sure they’d appreciate it. You’re the boss, I’m sure fraternising’s not against Spider Society rules.”

It was Miguel’s turn to roll his eyes.

“Yeah – right. I’m afraid any conversation I might have with them will reduce my brain capacity. Thank you, but no.” He waved his hand dismissively. It was true. Ben was a focused superhero, that was true, but he could get caught up in his own drama far too quickly. And Peter B… Peter B. was Peter B.

This was getting quite ridiculous.

Here he was, nearly stalking someone, attacking all her friends, and acting like a possessive jerk, all because he was sad said someone wouldn’t look at him, or hang out with him as much. Miguel was a grown ass man, but lately, he’d been acting like a confused teen going through puberty. You deserved quite better. Much better.

He’d dated women before, surely, he could do it again. He’d had nice dates and formulated interesting conversations. He could do all of that again. Without stalking you and following you around like a lost puppy. He could take you out and grant you a night of fun. Treat you nicely. Cook you some dinner, perhaps.

Something ran through Miguel’s mind – a thought he never expected to have – Lyla was right. Maybe it was time to do things like a proper adult instead of pouting and throwing tantrums whenever you looked somewhere else. It wasn’t fair of him to keep acting this way, and especially towards you, who’d done nothing to warrant such a weird treatment. All he hoped for was that you hadn’t noticed his strange demeanour these past few weeks.

“But, well,” he started, trying not to sound like a sulking child, “I surely don’t lose any of my faculties whenever I’m with you. Perhaps you would like to get some coffee sometimes?”

There it was.

An invitation.

(Even if slightly half-assed)

An opportunity to stop being some creepy loser (Peter’s words), and maybe get closer to you.

(It should be noted that Lyla was observing the whole thing, and although she was merely AI, the joy she was feeling was far too big to be considered “synthetic”. She was simply happy her oblivious moron of a boss had finally manned up. She was so proud. It was like watching a baby take his first steps – only in this case, the baby was a 6’9 superhero who could crush a car with his bare hands. She was proud, nevertheless. He was all grown up now.)

Your smiled softened, and you nodded.

“I’d like that. I really would.”

Miguel looked up.

Huh. That’d been surprisingly easy.

And you’d said yes.

“Really?” Were you messing with him? Was Peter going to kick his door down, shove a camera up his face and proclaim he’d been pranked?

“Yeah!” You shrugged, linking your hands behind your back. “I think it’d be fun. I’d really like to go on a date with you.” Your eyes widened. “Unless – I mean, is it a date? It doesn’t have to – I’m sorry, I just assumed – but it really doesn’t have to, and I’d love to get coffee either way!”

You scrambled for words, face heating up by the second, which made Miguel smile. He didn’t do it often, but in your presence? All was possible in your presence. You brought out the best in him.

“Would you like it to be a date?” Okay, now the ball was on your court. While Miguel had been the one to ask you out, you were the one in charge. If you told him you’d rather meet up as friends, he’d respect your decision. (Maybe stalk you some more with heartbreak in his eyes, but he wasn’t about to say that.)

“I… I’d like that. If it were to be a date, that is – I’d really like that.” You tried to hide the way your fingers fidgeted with each other, but it was far too obvious. And completely okay. Miguel too was nervous.

“Me too.”

You smiled at his words, and Miguel’s smile mirrored your own.

“That’s settled then. It’s a date.”

In the background, Lyla did cartwheels in the air, mentally congratulating her boss.

Miguel’s smile softened and reached his eyes.

Maybe he was jealous.

But he was sure it would work out in the end.

A/N: And that's it! Again, I hope you guys liked it! I'll be working on more requests, and stuff of my own hehe, I can't wait for you guys to see what else is up my sleeve. Thank you and have a wonderful day!!

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Chasing Love

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (Mob/Mafia AU)

Word Count: 2,749

Summary: When you started working for Bucky you knew what you were getting into but you love your job and you’re damn good at it so when the annual work party comes around you’re not going to miss it for anything- even if Bucky infuriates you in more ways then one. It might be hard to deny how attractive he is...but is it enough to win you over or will he have to be more than just a handsome face (the most handsome ever let’s be honest)?

Author’s Note: I love mob!Bucky and it’s hard to pass up an opportunity to write for him so this one is for @the-slumberparty first monthly challenge and the theme of Mob AU! The prompt I used in in bold in the story! Thank you lovelies for hosting and thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by my sweet @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! 🥰

Warnings: lots of flirting and lots of tension and back and forth, Bucky is infuriating at times, but in the best way ;) some fluff moments!

“Are you sure you want to go tonight?”

You look behind you in the mirrors reflection and meet Nat’s eyes, her concerned look making you sigh.

“I do. I can’t let him ruin something I’ve been looking forward to just because he can’t control himself. He doesn’t own me.”

You say the last sentence with much more strength than you actually feel but you’re determined to have a good time tonight despite the events of the last few days.

Nat stands and walks to the mirror, her red lips turning up into a mischievous smirk.

“Good. Then let’s make him sweat over how hot you look.”

After a day of pampering and prepping you turn to your friend and ask, “well?”

“You look absolutely perfect,” she says. “I doubt he’ll be able to keep his hands off you.”

She winks and you laugh but then your smile falters and you say, your tone resolute, “he better, I’m not interested in being his plaything. Let him suffer.”

~~~~~~

“You going to need me tonight Boss?” Steve asks.

Reluctantly, Bucky drags his gaze from you and the guy you’re dancing with to find Steve at his side.

Steve smirks at him.

Bucky scowls. “What?”

Steve shifts his eyes toward the dance floor in your direction.

“You’re making it pretty obvious and if we’re going to have a problem I’d like a heads up.”

Bucky’s jaw clenches tightly and his eyes narrow. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I’m talking…,” and Steve turns back to Bucky so he’s looking him in the eyes, “about the fact that you’ve been prowling around her all night and while she might be ignoring you, the rest of us aren’t.”

“What?” Bucky asks again, his shoulders deflating slightly at Steve’s words.

“This is your fault isn’t it,” Steve says, keeping his tone light.

“I kissed her,” Bucky admits.

“Ah,” Steve nods with laugh. “And then what did you do?”

“What does that mean?” Bucky asks, his voice gruff.

“I can’t believe she would be this mad over a kiss…” Steve muses. “It’s obvious you two want each other.”

With another hard glare of defiance Bucky finally concedes with a sigh and runs a hand through his hair.

“After it happened she came to see me but I was busy dealing with things and I didn’t make time.”

“So you were rude and abrasive and brushed her off?”

Bucky’s eyes widen and he shoots Steve a death glare.

“Sometimes I hate that we’ve known each other all our lives,” Bucky grits out.

Unaffected by Bucky’s bristling, Steve lays a soft hand on his shoulder. “I know you worry about your line of work but I’ve never seen you like this before. You care about her. Don’t fuck this up.”

Feeling defensive at the truth in Steve’s words, Bucky gives him a wry smile and brushes past Steve in search of you.

When he realizes you’re no longer on the dance floor he moves toward the back of the club to search for you but when he turns down the darkened hallway, you’re strolling in the opposite direction and collide with him.

His large hands steady you, the feel of you warm and supple in his arms and it brings him right back to the kiss and the way you melted against him.

You startle and open your mouth to speak but your eyes widen every so slightly at his expression.

“Come with me,” he commands as he guides you back down the hall.

You brush his hand off.

“Where are we going? I can walk on my own you know.”

You get no reply and instead Bucky pulls you inside his office, shutting the door.

“Bucky,” you say quietly as the darkness of the room surrounds you.

You can feel his body close to yours, the heat, his smell.

“Turn on the light please,” you clip out.

At the edge in your voice he reaches behind you to turn on the light switch, the action making his body brush against yours and your breath catch in your throat.

A smile of satisfaction pulls at his lips as light fills the room.

“Why are we in your office?” you ask.

“We need to talk.”

“About?”

“About the fact that you came here tonight just to drive me insane.”

Your mouth falls open in shock before you shut it with a snap and cross your arms over your chest defensively.

“Like hell I did!” you shout.

“Then how do you explain this?” he asks, gesturing to your body.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN THIS?” you shoot back, mirroring his action.

“I know you’re just trying to make me jealous,” he counters. “Walking around like that…dancing with other men.”

Your eyes narrow and you take a step closer to him, pressing a finger into his hard chest.

“I’ve been looking forward to tonight for a month and just because you think you own all of New York City and this club does not mean you own me. You don’t get to tell me what to do, how to dress or who to dance with. I don’t belong to you.”

Bucky glares, agitation burning in his features and he opens his mouth to speak but you cut him off.

“And you’re the one who kissed ME!”

He grins deviously at the memory.

“I do own this city and this club and…”

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence,” you shoot back.

“Whatever you say doll face,” he smirks, closing the space between you.

You begin to turn around to open the door but his arm reaches out above your head and he rests his palm against it, effectively keeping it shut.

You huff and pull hard on the knob.

“What are you doing?” you ask as you tug on it again.

He presses himself against you, the hardness between his legs digging into your back.

“For days I’ve been imagining fucking you,” he whispers, his lips brushing the shell of your ear.

You bite your lip to stifle a moan.

“To be honest, I’ve been imagining it every night since you showed up in my office but after that kiss…well, the need to have you is all I can think about.”

He keeps one hand pressed to the door and with the other gently turns you back around to face him. The intensity is his eyes makes you tremble and you press both hands to his hard chest, fingering the open buttons of his shirt.

“Then why were you such a dick afterwards…when I came to see you?”

His lips ghost along your jaw and you melt against him.

“I was a dick and I’m sorry.”

It takes you a minute to gather your thoughts.

“Did you just say you’re sor…?”

Your delayed response is cut off when he presses his mouth to yours, his tongue parting your lips and tasting you until you’re panting for air.

His hands reach for the hem of your dress and he fumbles with the fabric, growling against your lips until you shove on his chest and he pulls away in frustration.

His chest is heaving and his eyes are dark as he releases you but presses both hands on the door on either side of your head, caging you in.

“This isn’t a good idea,” you whisper.

“Oh?” He leans into you, reminding you of what you do to him.

“Technically you’re my boss…”

“Then I’ll fire you…you said so yourself that you could get a job anywhere when I hired you…”

“You’d fire me just to fuck me?” you ask, glaring up at him.

When he doesn’t move away or give you an answer you push on his chest with force, anger clouding your lust filled haze.

He stumbles back with a curse.

“First of all, I actually like my job and second you know I’m the best you’ve ever had.”

He smirks at your choice of words.

“Oh doll, how right you are and I’m sure we can prove your point in other ways if you’d just…”

“What…just what? Let you fuck me?”

He moves back into your space, clenching his fists with restraint so he doesn’t reach out to touch you.

“You want to fuck me as badly as I want to fuck you,” he states.

You grit your teeth. “I can control myself and better yet, I can find someone else, someone who’s actually emotionally available, to fuck.”

The thought of you with another man snaps his patience and he grabs you around the waist and hauls you against him, crushing his mouth over yours.

Your hands go to his arms as if to push him away, but instead your fingers curl around his biceps and you press yourself closer, moaning into the kiss.

He manages to get his hand under your dress and the feel of your bare skin under his fingers turns his kiss more desperate. His fingertips brush your inner thigh and you gasp, breaking the kiss.

“Bucky.”

He kisses down your throat, licking, nipping and sucking on your heated skin.

A loud knock at the door rattles you both and Bucky pulls his hands away, resting his forehead to yours with a muttered curse.

Another knock.

Bucky gentle moves you away from the door and puts you behind him in a protective manner before he yells, “what do you want?”

When he hears Steve’s voice on the other side, the tension in his shoulders eases and he slowly opens the door.

Steve’s eyes shift between you and Bucky before he mutters, “shit.”

“Sorry boss but we have a problem.”

Bucky nods. “I’ll be right there.”

Steve leaves but not before throwing you a small but knowing smirk.

Bucky turns to you. “I’m sorry doll…I have to…”

“I know, you have to go,” you finish for him as you try to straighten your shoulders despite the feel of unsatisfied desire that rushes through you.

“Wait for me,” he pleads.

Instead of an answer you throw him a defeated look and dash around him.

“DOLL!” he yells, following you down the hall and catching you by the waist.

You squirm in his arms. “Just go Bucky.”

But he doesn’t. Instead he kisses you again.

It’s soft and tender and you go pliant in his arms, relaxing against his chest. Bucky’s back hits the wall and you press your whole body into his.

“BUCKY!”

At the sound of Steve’s voice you pull away from Bucky and with one last glance over your shoulder you disappear from his sight.

~~~~~~

“So you almost had sex with him in his office?” Nat asks as she lays back on your bed.

“Yes,” you answer, too exhausted to elaborate.

“And you didn’t because Steve interrupted?”

“Right.”

“But you’re mad at him because…?”

“Because he basically said he’d fire me so we can fuck without any consequences!”

“But then you let him kiss you again…?”

“NAT!” you sigh.

“Ok,” she says softly, but you can see the small smile playing on her lips. “I can tell you like him though.”

“I’m attracted to him,” you admit.

“Who wouldn’t be,” she answers.

“But he’s not available. Not really. And I don’t want to be just someone he fucks when he feels like it.”

“Is it because of what he does…?” she asks.

“I knew what I was getting into when I took the job. And I really do love managing his businesses. What I do is legit, what he does is another story.”

“Do you ever wonder if he keeps you at arm’s length for your safety?” Nat questions.

You turn to her, your expression softening.

“I wouldn’t know. He doesn’t share much and even if that’s the case…maybe he’s right to do so.”

~~~~~~

You’re sitting at your desk when you feel a presence in the doorway. You look up to see Bucky’s broad shoulders filling it as he leans against the frame and watches you.

You raise an eyebrow in question.

“You busy?” he asks, his tone soft.

“Always,” you answer but it’s hard not to smile.

“Think you can spare a minute for me doll.”

You give him a nod and with a few clicks of your mouse you stand and walk toward him. He moves so you can pass and you can feel his eyes on your back as you walk down the hallway toward his office.

He holds the door open for you to enter and once you’re inside he shuts it with a click.

“Have you had lunch?”

“Not yet,” you tell him, suddenly feeling hungry.

“I have sandwiches.”

He sits on the edge of his desk and holds one out for you. A peace offering.

You hesitate, his words from Saturday night still lingering, but since he’s being warm and friendly you decide to take it.

“Are these from Katz’s!” you ask.

“Of course doll. I got you your usual.”

“How do you know my usual?” you ask with playfully narrowed eyes.

“I pay attention,” he responds with a casual shrug.

“Or do you just like to know where all your money goes when I buy lunch?”

You laugh after you ask this and he smiles, the corners of his eyes crinkling.

Then you take a bite and moan at the taste.

He studies you, his lips quirking and his eyes darkening, the change sudden and it fills the air with tension.

“If I’d know this was going on in your office every time you get a sandwich from Katz’s I’d have invited you to lunch much sooner.”

You roll your eyes, hoping to keep the mood casual and take another bite.

“Aren’t you going to eat?” you ask him after you swallow with another moan.

“I will if you stop moaning.”

“Turning you on Barnes?” You wink cheekily.

“Just thinking about you turns me on,” he says, his voice husky, “and when you moan like that all I can think about is what you’ll sound like when I make you come.”

Your body tingles at his words and you stare at him, the tension building.

He puts down his uneaten sandwich and pushes off his desk, reaching you in two long strides. He plucks the sandwich from your hands and pulls you out of the seat.

“I was enjoying that,” you huff.

“I’ll feed you more after.”

He curls his arms around you and presses you close.

“What is it with you and doing whatever the fuck you want? You know not everyone is just going to roll over for you!”

“Certainly not you,” he simpers.

“Certainly not,” you answer with a defiant lift of your chin. “You can’t keep doing this. We don’t want the same things.”

“I want you,” he murmurs as he dips his head and brushes his lips along your jaw. “And what do you mean ‘doing this’? We haven’t even done anything yet?”

“You keep implying that we will be doing something,” you sass, trying to steady your voice.

“I can’t stay away,” he whispers before gently nipping at your earlobe.

You gasp and arch into him, breathing out his name.

“No one makes me weak like you do,” he says as his lips trace along your jaw, “or so fucking angry.”

“You angry!?” you breathe out, silently berating yourself for the betrayal of your body and the weakness in your words. “You’re insufferable. And I’m not just another woman you can fuck and then ignore.”

His lips hover just above yours and his dark lashes lower when he whispers, “no, you’re not. You’re so much more than that doll.”

His features are soft as he holds you gaze, his eyes filled with desire but something more, something deeper.

“Then show me Bucky. Show me you mean it.”

His kiss is soft at first but the moment he gets the smallest taste of you it’s like a caged animal is unleashed and he slides his hand behind your neck, tilting your head so he can better claim you.

You push him back toward his desk, fingers fumbling with his belt before he quickly spins you around so your ass is pressed against the edge of his desk.

“I don’t really think fucking you over my desk is very romantic,” he groans as you untuck his shirt.

“Then wait. Take me out on a date,” you hum in answer, pulling back just enough to look him in the eye with a smirk.

“I can’t wait,” he murmurs. “I can’t wait another fucking minute to be inside you.”

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rendy-a · 1 month

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hi I really like the yandere Vil and Rook with a reader who's disguised as a male, post.

So can I request something familiar with the savanaclaw trio?

In the interest of being inclusive to all readers, I will write this as there is a rumor the Prefect might be a girl. Yandere suitors will attempt to uncover the mystery, but the ultimate outcome will be left to the reader to determine.

I’m running out of ideas on that particular scenario, so I did all 3 in one scenario. Hope you like it!

When Leona stepped in to the Savanaclaw locker room, Ruggie and Jack quickly jumped apart. Leona rolls his eyes, “Could you be any more obvious?” Ruggie holds a hand to his mouth and laughs, “Shishishi!” Regardless of being caught having some sort of illicit conversation, Ruggie remains unashamed. Instead, he seems to find this more of an opportunity than a hinderance. “Say Boss,” Ruggie says as he slides to Leona’s side, “What do you make of this whole Prefect business?”

Leona allows an eye to slide and observe the sly hyena. He needn’t ask what business he meant; it was all anyone was talking about the past few days. “Just stop it!” Jack grumbles, “It’s none of our business. If the Prefect wanted to tell us something like that, they would.” Ruggie catches hold of that statement and returns to prod Jack with it, “So you agree, there is something to be told there?” Jack is taken aback and quickly backpedals, “I..I don’t know! Its not like we talk about that sort of thing!” Ruggie scoffs, “Well why not?” Then he gets a mocking look in his eye, “I mean, we are all guys here, right? Its totally normal to compare..” A loud slam cuts Ruggie off.

Ruggie clamps his mouth shut and looks at Leona where he glowers with a fist against a locker. “See,” Jack smugly retorts, “Leona agrees with me. You just don’t do that to a guy you owe your loyalty to.” This sets Ruggie off again, “And what if they aren’t a guy?” Finally, Leona steps in, “Then its even worse. You should show a woman proper respect.” At this, Ruggie finally appears to be a bit ashamed. He rubs his head softly, “Aren’t you even a little curious?” Leona stares into the distance silently for a long moment. Then he sighs and says, “Doesn’t matter. It isn’t something you can ask.” Ruggie looks crestfallen and so Leona, taking pity on him, replies slyly, “I only said you couldn’t ASK.” Then he bares his fangs in a cunning smile. Jack looks apprehensive but Ruggie is already onboard with whatever plan Leona has come up with. Shishisshi…

“Thanks for helping out, Prefect,” Ruggie says as he pulls the Prefect of Ramshackle dorm along beside him with an arm tossed over their shoulders, “I can’t tell you how helpful it is to have someone to play manager for us.” You stagger a bit under the weight of the towels and equipment you are carrying in addition to the pressure of Ruggie’s arm but hold on. “Ah, its no problem, really. I think it is sort of interesting to watch you guys play Spelldrive since, you know, I can’t really play.” You think for a moment that Ruggie seems to feel guilty and quickly rephrase, “Not that being magicless is bad! I’m learning so much about Twisted Wonderland and everything just being here!” This seems to cheer Ruggie a bit and he smiles and pulls you in very close. Then he practically puts his head to your shoulder and takes a deep breath. ‘What is this, some sort of get-your-head-in-the-game deep breaths or something?’ you wonder. It was very awkward, so you nervously chuckle and sort of shrug your shoulders. Ruggie, instead of seeming discouraged, merely smiles back at you and copies your shrug and chuckle.

You open your eyes wider and stand, not knowing quite how to respond when Jack comes to your rescue, shouldering between Ruggie and you. “Quit it,” he mumbles softly over his shoulder to Ruggie. You feel relieved to have the tension broken but aren’t sure what to make of this interaction. You look at Ruggie questioningly. “Don’t worry. It’s just a minor difference of opinion,” Ruggie assures you warmly. Then shouts at the disappearing Jack, “He still came though! Guess he isn’t too good for this after all!” Jack’s ears flatten to his skull, and he glares at Ruggie before catching your eye. Then he flushes strongly across the cheeks and turns nervously away. “Training is training,” he mumbles before setting out at a run to join the warmup.

You watch him go curiously until you hear a low rumbling voice from behind you. “Not to worry, Prefect, the pup is just eager to wag his tail for you.” You look deep into the shadows to the bleachers set up for viewing and finally locate Leona. He watches you with deep interest before smiling a challenging half smile at you, “Hope you are eager to show off yourself. We’re really going to work you hard today.” You straighten your back and loudly retort, “I’m up for it, Leona Senpai!” He steps forward in a slow stalking step until he comes an arm length away, “Good. You’ll need that enthusiasm.” Then he peers over your shoulder at Ruggie who gives Leona a shrug as though to say, ‘who knows.’ He scoffs at the hyena, “Too soon. You need to learn patience.” Then he locks eyes with you for just a moment before jogging away to the Savanaclaw students who are finishing their warmup. Training has begun.

Intense was the only way you could describe the training regimen you were observing today. Not only was it intense for the training Savanaclaw members, but it was also intense for you as well. Woosh! A stray spelldrive disk veers wide of the goal and ends up in the stands. “Another one for you, Prefect,” Leona calls with a satisfied smirk. You give a tight smile and set off into a run to the other side of the stadium to climb into the stands to retrieve it. You’d been doing a lot of this today. Not that you minded retrieving the disks that went out of bounds, but it seems like today luck wasn’t with you. Every errant disk seems to be on the complete other end of the place. You were sweating like crazy before training was half over.

The only one not missing disks today was Jack. He was running wild as though it was his personal mission to catch not only all his disks but as many of the errant disks as possible too. Each time he manages to save you a jog, he looks at you proudly, tail wagging behind him. Unfortunately, it also feels like these times Jack is saving the day are also the times Leona is most prone to lobbing long and difficult throws to Ruggie. The second-year student appears to be having a new training regimen and…it isn’t going so well. Most of Leona’s difficult passes seem to evade the hyena. “Woah, oops. There goes another one! Be a pal and grab that for me, eh Prefect? Shishishi!”

When you finally hear Leona call for the end of practice, you are beyond grateful. “Am I done then?” you hesitantly ask him. “One more for you to grab over there,” he says as he nods vaguely toward a tall patch of grass and shrubs. “Umm,” you mutter hesitantly, “Where exactly?” His eyes sharpen and he gives you a fang-tipped smile. Then he saunters over to you and spins you toward the patch, leans over you and points, “Just there, see?” You stand that way for a moment as you try to track where he is pointing and find the disk. “Umm…” you begin before eliciting a laugh from Leona. Then he huffs, takes a large breath and leans even closer, “See that tree there with the bent fork? Look just to the right of it.” And then you do see it. “Oh! Oh, ok. Let me grab that!” you say as you set off. In your eagerness to retrieve that LAST disk, you miss the look that passes between the gathered Savanaclaw students and Leona.

When you grab ahold of that last disk and lift it for Leona to see, he shouts over to you, “Go grab the first shower. We’ve got some cool-down laps and stretches to finish first.” You give him a grateful look and rush off before they can ask you for any more help today. Once you are out of sight, the herd gathers around Leona, “So?” He looks at them disdainfully, “So, what?” Ruggie’s mouth drops open, “What do you mean, ‘so what?’” Leona gives the crowd a dangerous smile, “So next time, make a plan of your own. Now get running.” Jack gives Leona an approving nod and sets off and, after a bit more muttering, the others have no choice but to bow to Leona’s will.

You emerge from the locker room and give the guys a wave. Surprisingly, Leona jogs over to see you off. “You worked hard out there,” he drawls slowly. “You could tell?” you playfully ask him. “Yup, I could smell it,” he says calmly. You don’t react for a moment but then get immediately flustered, “Sm..smell!” He pats your head gently, “Not to worry, Herbivore, it’s just a beastman thing. We’re built like that to scent out pheromones and such.” You look down at yourself and give yourself a worried sniff. Leona lets out a hearty laugh, “Not to worry, the scent is well and gone now. You smell shower fresh, Herbivore.” You give him an embarrassed smile and wave as you set foot through the portal to leave Savanaclaw. “Just be more careful next time,” Leona softly whispers. Maybe he was fonder of you than he’d admit, even to himself.

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lincolndjarin · 5 months

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Bound in Beskar

From the world of Best Kept Secret...

A down on her luck traveler finds employment with a gruff Mandalorian. He's quiet and reserved, she's resourceful and quick witted, and things are heating up in the forge... one can only imagine what happens in this tale of lust and steel.

Some of you may recall our dear princess!reader in bks reading a book in chapter 20, this is that. Vaguely in the style of those campy romance novels that you read in the bathtub with candles and wine.

warnings : armorer!mando, no use of y/n, reader is not described past the fact that she is manhandled and carried by mando, smut, unapologetic porn with a little plot, i use the phrase 'throbbing member' just once i promise it's ironic please believe me guys, spanking, pussy slapping, dom/sub undertones, sir kink, unprotected sex, creampie, praise, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, humiliation, p in v sex, inappropriate use of blacksmithing abilities, ro makes things up about blacksmithing, bondage, use of restraints, briefly mentioned ass play, inappropriate use of a hammer, size kink, sweet rough sex, power imbalance (mando is readers boss, but both parties are consenting), definitely a few things i missed my apologies, barely beta read i was in a rush sorry!!

word count : 3.8k

a/n : this is so bad but also like i love it LMAO like i promise it's supposed to be kind of bad guys you have to believe me lmaoooo. this was really fun to do omfg this is my magnum opus in the worst way possible

You don’t know his name.

There wasn’t even an interview. You’d come knocking on his door when you saw the sign in town on the news bulletin board. You’d shown up with everything you owned in the canvas bag on your hip as you knocked on the large brass door. The house didn’t look like a shop, it just looked like a house, a large house, when he finally opened the door you could see why. Just beyond his hulking figure you can see his work space, the majority of the building is devoted to just one room, high ceilings and brick walls surround the enormous forge.

“I saw your flier for a live-in housekeeper, is the position still available?” You’re so sick of sleeping in alley ways and rooftops, you’d do nearly anything for adequate lodging.

He had examined you, the cold, unfeeling steel of his visor scanning up and down your body until he nodded.

“You can clean?” The low, controlled voice drips through the modulator making your blood run hot.

“Yes, and cook.” You hold your hand out to him, he only nods in response as you tell him your name.

“You start now.” Is all you get as he motions for you to step inside.

So yeah.

You don’t know his name and he never tells you.

So you just call him sir.

The room is nicer than any you’ve ever had. A little space at the top of the stairs, a soft worn out mattress and a desk with a crooked stool. You take it with a grin, you can’t remember the last time you slept somewhere warm.

You set your things down as he instructs you to follow him back downstairs. He shows you around, although there isn’t much to see. The main room is large with an open ceiling for the smoke, an ornate forge takes up the center, the fires crackle from within as he leads you to a small kitchen.

The first thing you note is how barren it is. One skillet hangs from a hook and as you search through the drawers most of them are empty.

“I will give you extra credits this week for supplies.” He sounds almost embarrassed as he ushers you out of the room towards his own. “Once a week I’ll need you to tidy up here and do the laundry, it is of the utmost importance to me that you knock when you do.”

“Of course.” You nod slowly and he puts his hands on his hips. There’s a moment of silence before he turns and returns to his work without another word.

You are to cook his meals, buy the groceries, clean the house, and stay out of his way. In exchange he provides housing and a salary of two hundred and fifty credits a week along with any change from the grocery money he gives you.

You almost want to ask how no one else applied to such a generous job offer but the quiet foreboding presence of your employer makes it obvious enough. It wouldn’t surprise you if people feared him, you’re certainly a bit jumpy around him. He’s just so… big. He takes up so much space, stomping around the shop all day as you take care to stay out of his path, cleaning up the messes he leaves behind.

You stay extremely vigilant, opportunities like this do not often arise for you so you give him no reasons to question your performance.

You go to the markets, bundled up in your cloak once a week to keep the kitchen stocked. You wake before him to prepare his breakfast, you tidy up the forge before he opens the shop to make it presentable. You cook, you clean, you repeat. When there is no work to be done he dismisses you, telling you to make yourself busy elsewhere and you always do. Taking walks or retreating to your own quarters.

You do this for quite some time.

He doesn’t necessarily soften up towards you but he seemingly grows to tolerate you more.

You try different things, baking, knitting, painting and anything else you can get your hands on but no hobby ever seems to stick so eventually you take to watching him work. Sitting at the top of the stairs, dangling your legs over the railing as he hammers the smoldering metals. He’s an artist really, the quick precision of his strikes with the hammer, bending steel to his will to craft the custom fitted pieces. It makes you wonder why his own armor looks so worn down when he clearly has a gift. Everything but his helmet is worn down, scratched up dark metals that he often tosses aside when he works late into the night.

After long days of work when the shop is closed he’ll toss aside his chestplate and pauldrons, opting to remain only in his helmet as he rolls up his sleeves revealing the warm tan skin beneath. You always feel as though you can’t breathe right when he does this. His strong, toned arms, littered with burn scars from years of work.

You can’t deny his appeal.

Even without the armor he is huge. The wide expanse of his shoulders that smooth down into a narrow waist. You don’t even need to wonder about what’s going on under the helmet because everything else is just so much. Those hands, that neck, his chest, you’re practically drooling when you watch him work late into the night, sitting at the top of the stairs, clutching a steaming mug of caf as you squeeze your thighs together. You spend most nights with your hand between your legs thinking about your employer.

It isn’t a bad life, it’s repetitive but it’s happy and safe which is more than you’ve ever had before. The Mandalorian treats you well, sometimes he speaks to you outside of orders, sometimes over dinner he asks you how your day was. You even have enough money to start a savings box.

Nothing changes and you’re fine with that.

Until one night when he’s working late, working on something smaller and detailed. You had started to tidy up around him, already in your pajamas as you padded around the forge in your nightshirt and shorts. You were sweeping when it happened.

“Kriff-” You slip on a scrap of fabric, you grab onto the ledge of the forge, trying to catch yourself. Your breath catches in your throat as you knock a hammer off of the stone, nearly falling face first into the molten metal.

You don’t even have time to scream as the wind is knocked out of you and you’re sharply yanked backwards away from the heat.

“Do you have a death wish?” It’s the most emotion you’ve ever heard from him, anger that threatens to spill out of his helmet. “If you fall face first into that you’d be dead in an instant.” He hisses out, hands now shaking your shoulders.

“I- I’m sorry, it was an accident.” Your face gets hot with shame as the veins in his neck pulse. “Please don’t fire me.” You whisper, fear of losing everything you’ve worked for over one simple mistake.

He sighs.

“I’m not going to fire you, I’m just going to discipline you.”

“Discipli-” You start to question him but he sits down on the anvil, motioning you forward with two fingers before patting his lap. Your eyes go wide at the implication.

“Tell me to stop and you can go back upstairs, it won’t affect your job." He whispers earnestly.

You don’t want him to stop.

So you go to sit in his lap but he clicks his tongue under his helmet.

“On your stomach.” His voice is lower than before as you swallow loudly, bending yourself over his knee, hiding your face in your hands. Your ass is on display for him under the short sleep shirt you wear. “How many do you think you need to learn your lesson?”

“How many what, sir?”

“How many spanks.”

Oh.

You pray to the Maker that you aren’t soaking through your shorts right now.

“Umm… fifteen?” You aren’t exactly experienced in the subject but you don’t want to pick a number too low.

“Fifteen? Look at you my little over achiever, you must truly be sorry.” He muses with an amusement you’ve never heard from him. His large palm massages the globes of your ass, you’re so painfully turned on at this point you’re honestly a little worried you’re gonna come the second he starts. “And can you tell me why you’re being punished?”

“B-because I knocked over your hammer?” You stammer out and you feel a sharp sting as he pinches your ass.

“No, you sweet thing.” He bunches up your top a bit higher as he simultaneously yanks down your shorts pulling a yelp from you, he definitely knows you’re wet now. “It’s because you weren’t being careful, you weren’t focused on what you were doing and you almost got hurt.”

“No, I was focused I promise-”

“But you weren’t. You were sitting up there watching me, getting yourself all worked up and by the time you got down here you were so horny you got distracted and almost got yourself killed. What would I do without my pretty little housekeeper?” You’re speechless for several reasons. He knows why you watch him? He knows how much it turns you on?

He called you pretty.

And his.

“Tell me why you’re being punished?” He repeats as you clear your throat.

“Because I wasn’t paying attention.” You mumble.

“I want the exact answer.”

You’re so embarrassed you could just die but something about the shame makes your blood run hot as you rub your thighs together rather obviously, earning a chuckle from your companion.

“Because I was so worked up from watching you and I was distracted, and I almost got hurt.” You whisper, hearing a pleased hum from him.

“That’s my smart girl. Are you ready?”

“Yes.”

“Yes…?”

“Yes, sir.” You quickly correct yourself before bracing yourself for the first smack.

One.

You’re surprised by the softness of the smack. It’s more like a pat against your rear.

“Still good?”

“Yes sir.”

Two.

You squeak a bit, this one being significantly harsher than the first, before you’re prepared he’s back on you.

Three, four, five, six.

You’re making a sound that’s a mix between a moan and a squeal as his bare palms come in contact with your ass in four consecutive sharp spanks. He rubs his hands over the flesh that you’re certain is already welted and swollen. The next spanks come long before you’re ready.

Seven, eight, nine, ten.

Tears sting your eyes as he lays into you as if you’re beskar steel that he can bend to his will.

“Look at that.” He remarks with a sense of accomplishment as you let out a soft whimper. You feel his finger gliding along your thighs and up your seam making you shudder before he holds his glistening digits in front of your face. “Are you enjoying yourself, sweet thing?” You nod with a small hum, praying he’ll just touch you already but you aren’t so lucky as you feel a slap against your pussy (Eleven.) that has you whining, loud and high pitched as you clench around nothing.

Twelve.

Another slap to your cunt, you can feel your clit twitching as a groan is punched out of you.

“Gods, are you gonna come like this?” He sounds terribly amused as your body tenses.

Thirteen.

He spreads you wide open, giving your clit a little tap that has you lurching forward in his lap.

“Come on, you can do it.” The condescending tone only makes you want to please him more, you want it so bad as he ghosts a finger across your dripping hole.

Fourteen, fifteen.

On the final slap his hand stays pressed against your mound, applying just enough pressure to throw you over that edge. You’ve never come quite like this, nearly wailing as tears now flow freely as your body turns to putty in his lap. He has melted you down and made you something new.

He lets you work through it for a while, rubbing your back until you come back to your senses. He lifts you from his lap, your legs wobble and shake as he stands you up.

“I gotcha.” He murmured as he picked you up bridal style, carrying you up the stairs before laying you down in bed. “You did so good, such a good girl for me.” He whispered as you closed your eyes, absolutely exhausted. You felt the blankets pulled up over you before you drifted off.

You swore you felt something press against your forehead.

When you wake for the first time since you started working for him, breakfast is already made. A plate of bread and meat sits on your desk along with a glass of water. Your ass is raw but other than that you feel more than fine. You aren’t sure what to expect when you go downstairs but it certainly isn’t the silence you're met with.

It’s as if nothing happened at all.

He doesn’t even acknowledge you as you frown, attending to your daily tasks.

He barely even looks at you.

You go to bed that night frustrated and upset.

So you come up with a plan to get his attention.

You mess up in every way possible.

You ‘forget’ to make his breakfast. You leave metal scraps on the floor. And you go to bed early, hoping he’ll come upstairs and punish you for your mistakes but he never does. You ignore your duties for a full week before you finally snap at him while he’s locking up.

“Do I have to throw myself into the forge again to get your attention?” You finally snap at him.

“Excuse me?” He turns to face you, holding his tongs in hand.

“I have been a terrible housekeeper for days and you haven’t so much as scolded me!” You throw your hands up in exasperation as he shakes his head.

“Is that what this is about? My forge is a mess because I haven’t been giving you enough attention?” He tilts his head to the side and you actually feel a bit guilty, when he puts it like that you seem rather petulant. You nod, feeling rather ashamed. He points at the anvil. “Lay down. Now.” You waste no time, rushing over and laying down on your stomach across the large steel surface, his large hands pin you down in place as he takes position behind you, clearly fuming and clearly hard as his hips meet your ass.

It’s a harrowing juxtaposition, how careful yet rough he is with you as his hand holds you by the back of your neck, pressing you into the cold metal of the anvil. You’re practically giddy with anticipation as you feel a faint heat on your wrists as they’re yanked behind your back. There’s a sizzling sound and you register a metal wrapped around your wrists, arousal and fear course through you as you feel a nearly painful heat that has you trying to look over your shoulder. He pushes back harder on your neck.

“Don’t move.” He grumbles as you go still. When he finally takes a step back you turn to look at what he’s done only to find your wrists shackled behind your back, they aren’t just locked in place.

He’s welded them together.

“You want my attention so badly? Then you’re gonna get it.” He yanks down everything below your waist, your tights bunching at your ankles as he pulls your skirt up to your hips. “You’re a terrible housekeeper, maybe I should find another use for you.” He kneels behind you, spreading you wide open with his hands, the cool air from the skylight chills your soaking folds. His fingers poke at you as if he’s examining you. You’re grinning as you wait for him to finally touch you in earnest but instead you feel cold steel pressing into you. You flinch away from the sensation but he holds you in place.

“Sir- please-” You whine but all that gets you is a slap on the ass as he pushes the object in deeper. You groan, it isn’t all that thick but Maker it’s long, brushing up against spots inside of you you’re certain you’ve never reached before until the base of it bumps against your clit, the heavy weight shifting inside of you as it clicks.

He put his fucking hammer inside you.

“Maybe I can use you to hold my tools.” He remarks as he stands. “Would you like that? If I kept you around to hold my things?” He walks over to kneel in front of you now, tapping your face with his fingers. “This is a lesson, you know.”

“What lesson?” Your voice is more strained than you expected.

““That if you want something, you need to ask for it.” He whispers through the modulator as you nod.

“Please.” You whimper.

“Please, what?”

“Please, I want you to touch me.” You sway your hips as best you can like this as he runs his fingers across your cheek.

“Like this?” Bastard.

“I want you to fuck me.” No point beating around the bush. “Sir.” You add on a beat later, hoping to encourage him.

“That’s all you needed to say.” He stands back up and you groan as he yanks the tool out of you, running his fingers through your wetness as you hear the rustling of fabric and zippers before something thick and soft swipes through your folds. As he sinks himself into you at last one of his hands grips the meat of your hips so hard you’re certain it’ll bruise. The other holds the metal linking your cuffs as he pulls you back onto him, impaling you on his cock at a distressingly slow pace.

Ask for it.

“Please sir- I need you- I need you to fill me up.”

“Such a polite girl.” You can hear his grin as he slams forward. Your hips are flush now as he thrusts his throbbing member into your soaking heat. “Such a- sweet cunt.” He groans as you slump forward, the size of him knocks the wind out of you as he splits you open. His cock stretches you open wider than ever before as he immediately takes on a punishing pace.

Your body is on fire, your nerves igniting as he pounds into you. The hand on your hip moves lower, circling your clit sending another jolt of fire through your veins as you barrel towards an unavoidable orgasm.

You cry out as he angles his hips to hit that spot inside of you and all too quickly you tumble over that edge, strangling his cock within you as you spasm wildly. Your eyes flutter shut as you soak him.

He doesn’t let up for a second.

“Gonna give you enough attention to keep you content for a few days.” He spits out through grit teeth, already pushing you towards another climax your body isn’t at all ready for.

“So fucking needy. Maybe I should make some toys for you to play with while I’m working.” He grumbles, you feel his thumb prodding at your other entrance as you gasp. “Could make you something real pretty to put in here.” You nod furiously as he laughs, rocking his hips forward again. It’s a good thing you’re being held up by the anvil because your legs go limp underneath you as you come again. He pinches your clit, nowhere near hard enough to hurt but enough to make you sob as your eyes go wet from the overstimulation of everything that’s happening. “Think you can give me one more?” The dominating condescending tone is gone as he leans down, his helmet knocking against your spine as if he’s kissing you there.

“I- I don’t know.” You manage to whisper out as he slows his brutal pace, an act of mercy to your puffy, sensitive cunt.

“Do you wanna try?” His voice is sweet now as he stills inside of you. Keyword there is try. Your skin tingles in a way that is nearly painful as you nod.

“Yes sir.” You turn your head to the side, resting the hot skin on the cold steel.

“That’s my girl.” He murmurs, starting a new pace, a gentler one as he pushes the blunt head of his cock against your cervix, pulling a drawn out whine from your chest. “That’s it, just a little more, such a good girl, so good for me.” He begins to ramble as his thrusts grow a little erratic and sloppy, his fingers tensing against your hips as he stumbles forward, his entire body flush with yours as he empties himself into you. You can feel the warmth leaking between the two of you as you’re hit with an entirely new sensation that makes you come one last time. Your vision goes entirely white now as tears wash down your face. He steadies you, holding you through it and whispering more praises that don’t entirely register before he carefully pulls out of you. Your eyes remain shut as he carefully takes your wrists, after a moment they’re back at your side as he puts you back together. Pulling up your panties and tights, keeping his cum inside of you in the process as he lays you on your back, eventually sitting you up. “Are you okay?”

You grin.

“Yes, sir.” He chuckles, leaning forward just enough to tap his helmet against yours for a moment. You look down at your wrists where the metal bands remain.

“I made them for you, they aren’t always shackles, they're pretty when they aren’t stuck together.” You bring them up to your face, getting a closer look at the intricate details. There’s a small mythosaur embossed on each one. A symbol, something that binds you to him.

“I love it.” You smile up at him, looking around the still dirty shop. “I should probably catch up on my work…” You start to stand but he sits you back down.

“Take the day off, worry about it tomorrow.” He walks past you, you turn to watch him throw more kindling into the forge.

“What are you gonna do with the rest of your day?” You tilt your head, watching as he takes the hammer that was inside you only moments ago and spins it in his hand.

“I believe I owe you a couple of toys.” He tosses a handful of steel into the hearth as you sit back a bit and watch him start to work.

a/n : this was ridiculous but also i did take it very seriously. this genre was what i was unapologetically born to write.

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street racing series masterlist

hello! so, i’ve seen the idea of min as a street racer on tik tok. and, recently, i had the idea to make mood boards of skz as street racers. which you can find that post here! i’ve now decided to write a mini series for this idea. i’m super excited about the ideas that i have, and i hope that you enjoy it as well <3

Secrets - Bang Chan

Lately, over the past month and a half, your best friend has been blowing you off. You know Chan isn’t normally like that, and being in love with him didn’t help the fact either. You tried asking his friends about it, but they wouldn’t tell you anything. The only thing they’d say is, “It’s not my secret to tell.” You decide to distance yourself from him, even though he’s already kind of doing that himself. After a month of not seeing or talking to Chan, he randomly shows up at your apartment one night. You try to get him to go home, telling him that you didn’t want to see him, but he wasn’t having any of it. He dragged you out of your apartment, reassuring you that he’ll explain why he kept blowing you off. And that’s how you end up in the passenger seat of Chan’s car, participating in a street race.

Rivals - Lee Know

Lee Minho, a rival of your boyfriend. The guy you’re dating warned you about him multiple times. From how he puts it, Minho is an asshole. And from what you’ve seen, you can agree. Unfortunately, your boyfriend has lost more races against him than won, and Minho’s not afraid to rub it in both of your faces when everything’s done for the night. The rivalry between your boyfriend and Minho becomes too toxic for you that you end up going to Minho to try and mend it. You slip into his vehicle before the race starts, not your best idea but it was the only idea you had at that moment in time, and it quickly turns into a bad idea when your boyfriend catches you in his car.

Change of Heart - Seo Changbin

You met Seo Changbin in a coffee shop. He’s loud, cocky, and sometimes he’s kind of a dick. You dread it every time he comes into the cozy place. Sometimes you wish you could quit your job there and work somewhere else, just to get away from him. After going out with a man you met through your job, you end up at an illegal street race. You quickly find yourself uncomfortable with this guy and when you ask him to bring you home, he ditches you. One thing you didn’t expect… Seo Changbin coming to your rescue.

Off Limits - Hwang Hyunjin

You’re the daughter of a big corporate boss. Your father despises the street races that go on almost every night near his company building. He’s warned you his whole life to stay away from those kinds of people. Sometimes street racers can be hard to spot. Who would’ve thought that the handsome man you met at an art exhibit would be one of the best street racers in the city?

Childhood Friends - Han Jisung

You moved away from Seoul when you were a teenager. You hated leaving. You didn’t want to leave. Especially after meeting Han Jisung. He and his family lived next door to yours since you were toddlers. After being away for ten years, you finally find yourself living in Seoul again. The first thing you attempt to do is get in contact with Jisung. The two of you kept in contact for a few years after you moved but as time went on, the messages slowly stopped coming. One night, you stumble upon a street race. You heard that they happen a lot but you’ve never seen them. And you never would’ve thought that your childhood friend would be a part of it.

My Favorite Boy - Lee Felix

You meet Lee Felix through your best friend. She’s dating one of his friends and one night she asked you to go for a drive with her. With how busy you’ve been with work, you accepted her offer. Your whole night did a 180 when the two of you show up at a street race that her boyfriend is participating in. You’ve only seen street races in movies. Before the race starts, you find yourself aimlessly walking around the parked cars. That’s when you meet a beautiful man with cheeks littered with freckles and a personality that shines as bright as the sun.

Anything For You - Kim Seungmin

You knew that Seungmin was a street racer. He kept it a secret from you for half of your relationship. You understood why he did it. He wanted to keep you safe and he didn’t want you to worry about him. Recently, you’ve been hearing about how dangerous street racing has become. A few people have been holding grudges against the people they lost to. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t worried about Seungmin, even though the two of you broke up months beforehand.

Racing Gone Wrong - Yang Jeongin

Your roommate has been sneaking out of the apartment almost every night. You, being a curious person, decide to follow him one night and found out his biggest secret. Street racing. Never in a million years, you would think that your roommate, who’s an absolute angel, would be a street racer. You planned to tell him that you knew but a part of you thought he’d get angry, so you kept it to yourself. It didn’t stop you from going every night he went, disguising yourself with a hoodie he’s never seen you wear before. You did well to keep yourself hidden until one night when Jeongin gets into a big accident.

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i would love to hear your dark spore rant. i didnt even know spore had a sequel.

Oh anon. Poor sweet anon. I’m so sorry.

So, the thing about Darkspore is…

… it was a really REALLY… mediocre game.

Like, the moment to moment gameplay was… fine. Just fine. Not incredible. But not BAD! Really, it only had two major flaws:

The first, it was buggy as hell. One particularly nasty bug was present in the games launcher, and on certain systems the game would fail to install at all. They were unable to ever fix this bug, which I speculate was a major reason the game was abandoned by the devs so quickly and lead to it being taken down from every major digital distribution site. You could still install and play it if you already bought it though! If… it actually installed for you.

Which leads us to the second flaw. It’s right there on the box.

“Internet connection required”

The game has Always Online DRM. All the levels, enemies, loot, your entire account, was all stored server side. And servers are expensive. So, when the games bugs became unwieldy and not worth fixing, and they took it offline… it became a money sink. It was a game generating ZERO revenue, but had huge server maintenance costs. So eventually, they just shut down the servers.

It is now very difficult to obtain the game, requiring you to buy one of the few unopened physical copies remaining. And even once you do have it, it is IMPOSSIBLE to play. There is a project called Resurrection Capsule in the works, some fans trying to create a private server for it. But with so much info stored server side, they basically have to recreate entire subsystems from scratch. It’s… not going very fast, and to my knowledge hasn’t been touched in over a year.

Story

The story of the game is pretty basic. A progenitor race of alien super-scientists create a new, synthetic form of DNA, called Exponential-DNA, or E-DNA. This rapidly mutates to create new life, and can be guided to create specific, specialized organisms, condensing thousands of years of evolution to a few hours. It can also be injected into existing creatures to alter them and make them more powerful. However it also linked everything affected by it into a hivemind. So it was outlawed. The creator of it decided to respond by creating a E-DNA virus, called The Darkspore, infecting himself with it, and spreading it across the galaxy and conquering it, wiping out his own race.

You play as another member of that race, who has been in hibernation for 1000 years while that was going down. Your ship AI has woken you up because it has managed to stabilize E-DNA and also keep it disconnected from the hivemind, and needs you to go kill the guy who took over the galaxy. That is how the game starts.

…

And how the story ends. There is not really any more story past that part. You get a cutscene describing each of the games 6 planets the first time you visit it, and a final “Hey you won!” cutscene after killing the final boss which ends with the cliche “implication the villain isn’t really dead” trope, and… that’s it. That’s the entire story. Not really the selling point of this game. Its not even entirely clear if it takes place in the same universe as Spore! It’s just set dressing for “Run through these 24 levels and beat everything up”

Gameplay

Darkspore was created by Maxis. This alone was HUGE. This was a team of developers who only really made lifesims like The Sims and Sim City, taking a stab at making a diablolike game.

And I GENUINELY BELIEVE every single studio out there needs to do shit like this. Designing for something so outside your wheelhouse creates SOOOOO much innovation so quickly. You get fresh new ideas injected into the genre so quickly. The final product won’t be good! You don’t have any damn experience in the genre! But it will create something unique beautiful, and god damn I wish we lived in a world where that alone was enough and devs weren’t focused on chasing profits instead.

Genesis

Genesis is just a fancy way of saying ‘Element’. There are 5 of them: Plasma (fire and lightning), Bio (plants and animals), Cyber (machines), Necro (death and fear), and Quantum (space and time) and the way they interact is… certainly a choice I guess. Each Darkspore you face has a genesis it falls into, and each of your heroes has one as well. If your Genesis matches that of the darkspore you are fighting at the moment, you take double damage and they take half damage. If they don’t match, all damage both ways is neutral.

The system itself is kinda mediocre. The biggest part of it, however, is the Variant Skills. Each Genesis has 4 unique skills tied to it that represent the common elements of that type.

Heroes

There are 25 heroes in the game, which each have one Genesis and one Class (Sentinel which are the tanks, Ravagers which are the DPS, and Tempest which are the Casters/Support)

Each hero has 4 total variants, with the first one you unlock being Alpha, and as you level up your account (heroes do not have their own levels) you eventually can purchase their Beta, Gamma, and Delta variants, with each variant having slightly different stats, and a different one of their Genesis’ 4 variant abilities.

Each hero has a unique basic attack, which USUALLY has a little extra to it. For example Sage shoots a bolt that hurts enemies it hits, but heals allies it hits. Zrin alternates between two different punches, one of which has a short duration DoT and the other of which has a 10% stun chance. Stuff like that.

They also have a passive effect that is always active while you are playing them. Collect a soul from each enemy killed for a 5% damage boost, 10% damage bonus when attacking from behind, a stacking defense buff every time you take damage, stuff like that.

Finally, a character has 2 unique abilities. One that is unique to them and can only be used while you are playing that hero, and a second ability that is everyone in the squad can use if that hero is present.

Squad Decks

Which brings me to the first rant and something I am SO AUTISTIC ABOUT (positive). SQUADS. The game had you craft Squad Decks, collections of 3 heroes that you can swap between during your missions, for a total of 883.2k squad combinations (I think my math might be off on that). Swapping between them is on a cooldown of about 10 seconds, but otherwise is don’t instantaneously and as often as you want without penalty. You always have 5 abilities active:

- The unique ability of your active hero

- The Genesis ability of your active heroes variant

- Hero 1’s Squad ability

- Hero 2’s Squad ability

- Hero 3’s squad ability

The first two abilities change out every time you swap heroes, but the last 3 are fixed. So you have 3 abilities that you always have access to, and 6 abilities that are paired up and you can swap between which pair of those abilities is active.

Your heroes do NOT share a health/energy pool, but DO share healing pickups. Any time you pick up a health or energy restoration pickup, it refills a chunk of the respective health pool of your currently active hero, and a smaller chunk of each of your inactive heroes in the squad.

So the core loop of moment to moment gameplay becomes swapping situationally between heroes both offensively and defensively, to get access to your other heroes skills and also to mitigate damage from enemies based on their genesis or control where your healing is directed.

Loot

Loot in Darkspore is fairly standard for your average Diablolike. Item drops have 4 tiers: Common (Item Level=Account Level-5), Uncommon (Item Level=Account Level), Rarified (Item Level=Account Level+5), and Purified (Item Level=Account Level+10)

Items of higher tiers have more chances to roll on a table to gain beneficial modifiers.

Each item fell into one of a few different categories: Weapon, Hands, Feet, Offensive, Defensive, or Utility.

Each hero has one of each slot, plus an additional slot based on their class. Ravagers have an extra Offense slot, Sentinels have an extra Defense slot, and Tempests have an extra Utility slot. Any hero can equip any item you gain, with the exception of Weapons that are hero specific. Some heroes also lack Hands or Feet, in which case their weapon has extra stats and can get the same modifiers as hands and feet can.

The items you equip can then be added onto the Hero in the Hero Editor. The Hero Editor is often equated to the Creature Editor in Spore, which is BULLSHIT and was a pet peeve of mine the ENTIRE DAMN TIME THE FAME WAS LIVE. This is a FALSE EQUIVALENCE. It uses the outfit editor from the Tribal/Civilization phases of Spore instead. Importantly: this means you cannot alter the overall silhouette of your hero. It will always maintain the same basic profile and animations. However you can freely place the extra parts you equip anywhere on its body, and can also place multiple copies of them.

Additionally, old parts can have their stats stripped, converting them into ‘Detail’ parts with no stats, of which you can equip 6 different parts, each of which you can include 10 copies of on your hero. So you could get some pretty cool looks from it!

However all this loot is garbage and you likely would not use most of it outside of appearance. Which brings me to…

Cash-out Loot

Usually if you mention the word ‘cash’ in any sentence involving a game published by EA, it would be a call for concern. Luckily this isn’t that! It’s just gambling! Everything is fine!

The main progression in Darkspore comes from gear, and the best gear comes from how good your ships engines are. These come from account upgrades as you level up your account, determining how many levels you can do in a row. Every time you complete a level, you are given an option: Keep going, or ‘cash out’ and get a guaranteed piece of Uncommon gear, with a 10% chance of it becoming Rarified, as well as all the gear you picked up in the level.

If you choose to keep going, you have to complete the next level. If you die, you lose ALL the gear you picked up, including that guaranteed piece. If you make it to the end, you are given another choice: Risk it all again and go on to the next level, or stop here and get your TWO pieces of guaranteed uncommon loot, which each now have a 20% chance of becoming rarified and a 5% chance of becoming purified.

You can only go another of levels equal to the number of Engine Upgrades you have earned by leveling up your account. So at first, after the second level you HAVE to cash out. As you progress you can start to do many more levels at a time, getting a dozen pieces of gear that are practically guaranteed to be the highest rank.

But of course you have to play these levels in order, and you don’t get a chance to upgrade your character with all the cool new loot you found on the way, so you can’t just jump straight into this. You have to slowly build up to being able to push yourself this much, and once you can, you have a readily available source of some of the best gear in the game.

And that ties into my absolute favorite system of Darkspore:

Catalysts

Many diablolikes have a mechanic called ‘Sockets’. The gear you equip has its own type of equipment slot, and you put gems in there that give you small bonuses. Every game does it a little differently, but it’s kind of a staple of the series.

Darkspore uses a similar system, but utilizes it VERY differently. While you are running levels, enemies will rarely drop Catalysts instead of loot. These come in 5 colors: Purple (boosts your base stats), Red (boosts offensive secondary stats like damage or attack speed), Blue (boosts defensive secondary stats like health regen or damage resistance), Green (boosts utility secondary stats like movement speed or lifesteal), and Rainbow (can contain any of the bonuses of the previous categories) They also come in two sizes: Big and Small. This determines how big the bonus from them is.

You have a 3x3 grid on your HUD that the catalysts you collect go into. You can rearrange them however you want, and if you create a line of 3 of the same color (Rainbow is a wildcard and matches with all of them), it will double the bonus of all Catalysts in that line. This stacks, meaning if you create multiple lines over a single catalyst it could get a x3, x4, or even x5 bonus if it’s the center piece of the grid and forms a line in every direction.

However, you can’t save Catalysts. You can equip it to the grid or drop it on the ground and move on. That’s it. You have to decide now. Do you keep that Big Purple you have for the big buff to your most important stat, or do you trade it for that Small Rainbow for a mediocre stat you just found that you can plug in the middle and double everything else in your grid?

“Surely that only matters early game, and once you have good catalysts you don’t swap them out that much, right?” I hear the diablolike veterans asking, because that is how socketing works in most of those games. And normally you would be right. Except for one major change: All your catalysts only last until the end of your run. When you get to the cash out screen, and choose to keep going? You keep them. But if you choose to cash out, or if you ever die, your catalysts all vanish. Every new run you have to go through and collect them again, which results in you playing your heroes in new ways and adopting new strategies based on what catalysts drop for you each run.

It’s an INCREDIBLE easy to learn system that adds SO MUCH depth and replayability to the game. I love it so incredibly much. Each mechanic flows elegantly into the the next. The catalysts help you do better runs which gets you better gear which upgrades your heroes which lets you do better runs, the entire spiral being locked into your account level to give a quantifiable metric of how far this spiral is gone. It was so good!

And now, it’s gone forever.

Man that sure was a long post. Friends have heard me go on this rant SO many times. Thank god I never got into a second mediocre game filled with novel innovations that are ultimately lost to time and can never be experienced again due to Always Online DRM making it unplayable. Can you imagine if I didn’t learn my lesson and did that a second time? Ha!

… I never did that again. Right?

… right?

…

HEX: Shards of Fate

Hex was a digital TCG legal battle with TCG elements created by Cryptozoic. It was originally put up on Kickstarter, advertised as a digital card game with both PvE and PvP modes, a unique focus on the design space opened up by being a digital game, and gameplay damn near identical to Magic: The Gathering.

The thinly veiled truth was that this game was never meant to succeed. They had hoped it would, and it would be great if it did, but I’m fairly certain that was always a secondary objective. The first objective was to get sued by Wizards of the Coast over the similarities to Magic: The Gathering.

Now, that might sound strange to an outsider, but to anyone in the industry, they are probably nodding along and going “Yeah that tracks actually.”

You see, Wizards of the Coast is… bad. Really bad. They do everything in their power to choke the life out of the industry and have resorted to a lot of questionable tactics to do so. One of these is against anyone who develops any form of trading card game. You see, WotC has a patent on booster packs, customizable decks of cards, and turning cards sideways.

Literally.

U.S. Patent No 5,662,332 (A)

It is not a coincidence that the second two biggest names in TCGs don’t involve turning your cards sideways. Konami contested that Yugioh was different enough to not violate the patent.

WotC responded by suing them. They settled out of court.

Nintendo actually hired WotC to design the Pokémon TCG to NOT violate the patent in return for WotC getting to distribute the first few sets. WotC gladly accepted, distributed the game, got their cut of the sales, and as soon as that was over….

WotC responded by suing them. They settled out of court.

Every single other game out there ended up paying royalties to WotC. Because the cut of the sales to WotC was cheaper than going to court even if you won. WotC had their fingers in every pie, but was smart enough to make sure not to piss people off so much that refusal was ever a viable option.

Cryptozoic was a company that, at the time, was making several licensed TCGs. The big one that jumps out was the World of Warcraft TCG, which they were in charge of (though it was originally made by Upper Deck). Cryptozoic was begrudgingly paying royalties because having the WoWTCG license was too good and they didn’t want to give that up. Then Hearthstone happened and Cryptozoic was going to lose the WoWTCG license as it got discontinued.

So Cryptozoic set up their new game, Hex, specifically to bait WotC into suing them, so they could get the patent overturned.

See, the patent isn’t actually valid. You cannot patent a game mechanic. There are certainly aspects of the patent that ARE valid and CAN be enforced, but the parts about mechanics can’t actually be enforced. WotC uses it because people can’t contest it, but if it actually was used in court it would get overturned VERY easily, and WotC would be declawed.

So Cryptozoic created a game that was a clone of MtG, used a Kickstarter to build up a large amount of legal funds, and got sued by WotC! Yes! Exactly what they wanted!

… and then they settled out of court.

Sigh.

I guess I’ll talk about the game now.

Lore

The lore of the game was solid. Pretty typical fantasy setting. Humans and elves and sort of racist orcs (better than most other orcs I’ve seen at least) and extremely racist tribal coyote people make up the good guys. Undead, spider-orcs, dwarves, and also pretty racist samurai rabbit people make up the bad guys.

There are two types of magic in the world: Blood magic and Wild magic. Elves are adept at wild magic. Shin’hare (the rabbit people) are adept at wild magic as well. The Shin’hare tried to take over the world, forcing the Orcs, Humans, Elves, and Cyotle to ally together to drive them underground into the underworld.

There the Shin’hare met and allied with the Vennen, an all male race descended from Orcs. They were adept blood mages, and they procreated by kidnapping orcs and using them as incubators for spiders. I fucking love the Vennen. I’ll focus on them a lot in this. The Vennen taught the Shin’hare how to sacrifice their young for more power.

The two then allied with the Dwarves, a genderless race of sentient stone statues who excel at creating machinery, and who believe the world itself is a giant machine. Specifically, a weapon of mass destruction, and they are trying to set it off. They believe blowing people the fuck up to be their natural calling.

The underworld and overworld forces go back and forth a bit, with the Elves doing a large chunk of the work as the only overworld race that can use magic.

Then Hex happened. Hex is a massive meteor made up of Diamond, Emerald, and Sapphire. Hex punched clean through the world, scattering gems all across it, before stabilizing in orbit on the other side, becoming the worlds moon.

These gems were incredibly magical, allowing every race to now use magic. Diamonds were restorative, bringing life to things. Rubies were extremely destructive and burned bright and hot and quickly. Sapphire allowed finesse manipulation and control over water. These

Yes this is just the MtG color pie.

Eventually, humanity stumbled into one of their old crypts that was very close to the impact site of Hex, and found it CRAWLING with undead. They were taking the Diamonds from Hex and putting them into the eye sockets of human corpses, causing those corpses to reanimate. These were NOT actually undead, but an alien consciousness that existed within the gems that were using human corpses as a host.

The Necrotic sought a peaceful and symbiotic relationship with humanity as thanks for the use of the bodies. Humanity responded by getting really pissed off that the Necrotic were grave robbing, and went to war over it. Eventually the Necrotic retreated deep into the underworld and allied with the other races instead, eventually helping the Shin’hare with a second attack on the surface.

The lore has a lot more depth than that, but that’s the basic. I liked it a lot. The Orcs being good guys who just really liked tests of strength was a refreshing take on orcs. I liked them a lot. The extremely racist caricature that made up the Cyotle and the Shin’hare? Less so.

Digital Design Space

As for the actual gameplay… it was MtG. Like, almost 1:1.

Like…

Seriously.

Shards work similarly to Lands, with there being 5 basic shards, Diamond, Sapphire, Ruby, Wild, and Blood. You can only play one Shard per turn and when you do you get 1/1 Resource. 1 resource to spend on this turn, and 1 permanent resource. You spend that resource to play a card that costs 1, and you go down to 0/1 resources. Start of your turn, you would go back up to 1/1 resource.

Pretty straight forward stuff. Resources are a card type like in MtG, but once it’s played it acts as a perpetual resource like the Mana in Hearthstone, with no need to care about where the resource is coming from.

… wait a second though, this is a MtG clone. It uses the color pie. Caring where those resources come from is KIND OF a big deal in MtG.

Which is the first really cool difference between Hex and MtG! THRESHOLD! Each time you play a shard you gain 1 threshold in that color. To play a card, you have to have at least as many threshold as are displayed below its cost. See that purple dot below Murder? That means you need 1 blood threshold to play it.

Threshold is NOT consumed when you play a card, which DRASTICALLY alters deckbuilding and how feasible multi-color decks are.

For example, in MtG, if you had 4 swamps and 1 mountain in play, and 5 cards in hand that all cost R…. You can play 1 whole card this turn.

In Hex, if you have 4 Blood and 1 Ruby, and have 5 cards that all cost 1 and have a single Ruby threshold, you can play your entire hand that turn. This made it incredibly viable to splash colors in relatively smaller amounts. It also opened up cool new design space, like cards that cost 1 but still required 3 threshold in a color. Or cards that require 1 threshold of every type to activate a bonus effect (very common among Necrotic) or… for sockets!

HEY WE ARE COMING FULL CIRCLE!

Remember how I mentioned Diablolike games having sockets, but how Darkspore didn’t use it? Well Hex DOES. There was a pair of keywords called Socketable Major and Socketable Minor. Each set, there would be 10 gems (two of each color) that rotated out for Socketable cards. Cards with Major sockets could equip any gem, while minor sockets could only equip half of them. So for example the current rotation might have the Sapphire gems be “While you have at least 1 Sapphire Threshold, this card has Flying” for its Minor gem, and “When you play this card, if you have at least 3 Sapphire Threshold, target player draws 3 cards”

You chose which gem was in each Socketable card during deckbuilding. Different copies of the same card could have different gems equipped, or you could have the same gem equipped across multiple different cards. It was basically a way to go “This card was designed to be splashed in other color decks. You pick what that other color is.”

It opened up a lot of design space! This was something Hex did VERY well. They knew they were making a MtG clone, but they weren’t beholden to the same restrictions a physical card game did, and they THRIVED in those areas.

For example, REPLICATORS GAMBIT, a one cost card that creates six copies of a troop (read: creature) that just… could not exist in MtG.

Another example of this was in my favorite archetype in Hex: Mill. Now, I’m not normally a blue player. I’m not a big fan of the ‘you don’t get to play the game’ archetype. Even mill isn’t really my thing. But the way it worked in HexTCG? God I loved it. I wish I could see my opponents faces as they reached a trembling hand out to their bloated, grotesque deck, a cruel mockery of what it once was. They had started the match with only 60 cards, but now it held twice that number. Knowing every draw was more likely to bring their own skittering death out.

…

Maybe I should back up a bit.

Vennen are, in MtG terms, tribal Blue/Black with a focus on control. Specifically an aggressive form of control. Your wincon is still ‘beat your opponent to death’, but the means by which you do it is… spiders.

Lots of Vennen cards work by still allowing your opponent to do the thing that you blocked, but it now creates Spider Eggs in their deck. Lock down a creature as it enters play with ‘Everytime this creature becomes tapped, shuffle 3 spider eggs into your deck’ or ‘Whenever an opponent draws a third card this turn add a spider egg to their deck’ or ‘When this creature is destroyed add a spider egg to your opponent’s deck’ and when they DRAW a spider egg… well… the effect of a spider egg is more or less ‘When this card enters your hand or graveyard, draw/discard another card into that zone and destroy this one. Your opponent creates a Spiderling and puts it in play. “

Spiderlings are 1/1 Unblockable creatures.

The Vennen win con is to just fill your opponent with spiders and then shred them apart once the spiders start hatching. It was a DELIGHTFUL playstyle.

PvE

Hex also features a fairly robust PvE mode with a point crawl encounter map that was quite delightful. There were cards unique to PvE, but all PvP cards were also legal in PvE. In general, all your staples came from PvP and were the same core staples everyone uses to win (they were very generous with handing out common/uncommon PvP cards in the single player mode, which in turn also made Pauper a very popular format), however you also had PvE cards which made up your win cons. PvE cards weren’t balanced as tightly, and allowed to just be dumb overpowered bullshit just because it’s fun to use dumb overpowered bullshit sometimes!

There were also equipment slots that would modify the cards in your deck, turning PvP cards into PvE cards. For example, Replicators Gambit made it so that EVERY copy of that card gained that text.

PvE started with character creation. You would create a character that was one of the 8 races, and one of 6 3 different classes. Warrior, Cleric, or Ranger. I think there was a late update that added Mage but I don’t recall too clearly, and it isn’t document online anymore as far as I can tell!

Each class had a unique talent tree that you could customize and change how you played. Your race determined what colors you could play, and your level determined how many of each rarity you could play.

I played a Vennen Cleric. Cleric’s whole thing was that you would gain Blessings, 0 cost cards that would rise in your deck each turn, and could be played to draw a card as well as additional effects based on your build. My blessings put more eggs in the enemy deck, to the surprise of no one.

As you went from encounter to encounter you would earn new cards to modify your deck, swapping decks between fights. Then there were dungeons, long laborious streaks of a dozen or so encounters, with branching paths and decisions to be made, earning you tons of new packs and equipment and experience to boost your character. One especially fun encounter was crossing a desert with a pack of… I think it was gnomes? There were 20 of them that needed rescuing. The way you rescued them was putting them in your deck, and then leaving the desert through a single combat encounter. Except they were AWFUL. Like 3 cost vanilla 1/1’s level of awful. The more you had in your deck, the harder the encounter became. It was a really nice way to portray the logistical challenge of trying to fight while protecting all these useless tagalongs.

There were plans to even introduce Raids, 3v1 PvE encounters, but they fizzled out as the game got sunset.

The game was good. REALLY good. It relished in the digital design space in a way I haven’t quite seen since then. A few games, like Legends of Runeterra, have come close, but always fall short, and that’s so sad! I DESPERATELY want to play a TCG with this level of customization again!

Luckily that was the end of it. I finally learned the error of my ways, never touched anything ‘always online’ again, and now can live a life without regrets! … except Legends of Runeterra a little bit like I mentioned above but THATS IT! There are no other always online games I have regrets about!

…

ToonTown Online

Okay no, not seriously. I’ve never played toontown. But honestly it looked kinda silly and like a shitpost in video game form. I think it would have been fun to try at some point with a few friends. Not seriously, just to screw around in for a bit.

Never going to get that chance. Just like nearly everyone reading this will never get to play two of my biggest influences that shaped how I think about game design.

Always Online DRM is an insidious beast. It doesn’t just kill games, it kills *archival*. All we have left of these games is a relatively small number of gameplay videos. I was planning on having a lot more pictures in this post of all the interface elements I was talking about as I talked about them, but there just… aren’t any good pictures of them. Even these details are based on my own memory cross referenced with a couple of wikis, and even those were sparse.

Some games can’t feasibly avoid Always Online. MMO’s are a big example. But by adding it into a game that has a single player experience involved, and not making that single player experience a standalone thing on its own, you are destroying any hope that your game will be remembered. It will fade into obscurity. There will never be a cult revival. Your work will be discarded and forgotten and it’s… so incredibly sad to see.

I jokingly titled this section being about ToonTown, but really this section is about Kingdom Hearts: Union X. It was a mediocre and disgustingly predatory gacha. It was horribly managed with horrible issues around localization and it was just… a mess. But it was part of the world of Kingdom Hearts, and it’s story was important and mattered.

The game is no longer playable, but it’s also not entirely lost. The devs created a new version of it, as a gallery to view the cutscenes. The single-player side mode, Dark Road, is also included. The devs didn’t have to do this. They could have gone the same route as Darkspore and HexTCG, and had their work be forgotten. They chose to save it. Not in full, but at least the parts the deemed important.

It also makes me wonder how much this happens in other mediums. Ludology is a pretty new field, and it rarely goes into specific games and their impact on the medium, mostly just focusing on the impacts they have on humanity, rather than the mechanics themselves as these beautiful pieces of art. And it makes me wonder how often this happens with say… film critics. Are there any indie film makers who are deep in the paint of indie films and critique of not just the films themselves, but the very techniques being used, just sitting there going “It’s so upsetting that this big studio managed to do something this beautiful and all of us in the scene recognize it’s beauty, but no one else seems to, and now it’s gone?”

… as I’m writing this I actually realize that this does happen there. It’s how I found out about what became my favorite film of all time, The Man From Earth. It’s a small film that flopped horribly in theaters, and only gained any attention by being pirated by a lot by indies who wanted to talk about it. It’s a good movie, highly recommend. Not for everyone though.

I don’t know. I’m sure I had a point with all this but… seeing it happen again and again and now with streaming services taking stuff down it’s just… I can’t help but seeing not just more and more games, but more and more of EVERY artistic medium ending up in this area. How many digital artists entire portfolios have vanished off the face of the earth because their tumblr got deactivated? How many movies are going to be gone forever when Netflix eventually goes out of business? We can’t even rely on piracy! Many old pieces of media is just lost forever. Just ask the Doctor Who fandom. They probably know more about that than anyone else at this point.

But mostly I just really wish more developers would consider what parts of their games are important, and what kind of legacy they want to leave, instead of just what will generate a short burst of profit, with no care for what happens after.

… I should start doing video essays with how long this got. It’s like some kind of text based video essay. A text essay. Those are a new thing I just invented.

#Darkspore #Spore #Those are the only two tags on this post because those are the only games I talk about don’t worry about it. it’s fine. don’t read further.#HexTCG #Hex: Shards of Fate #Kingdom Hearts: Union X #Always Online DRM #The Man From Earth #I swear to god if anyone tells me I should just play Temo on LoR I will scream #YES I KNOW AND I DO #but also LoR sucks #and also that is missing THE ENTIRE POINT OF THIS RANT #the SAME THING IS GOING TO HAPPEN TO LEGENDS OF RUNETERRA #maybe not soon #but it WILL die someday #and be gone forever #because it isn’t being preserved #Text Essay

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K I threw together a translation for the new es21 anniversary chapter! There's probably mistakes and some awkward phrasing because I always end up prioritizing accuracy over flow rip. Hopefully the way I've formatted this isn't a total pain to read. I recommend looking at the page first, and then referring to the translation when you can't read something. I skipped any panels that don't have dialogue/text so just reading the translations might be confusing. Anyway it's under the cut!

(Lol sorry I didn't bother translating character blurbs on the right)

Page 1 Panel 1: Announcer: “Noooooww, there’s barely any time left on the clock! This final play will decide the outcome of the match!!” Panel 2: “One of these teams will command the University American Football World!! Panel 3: Which one will it be!? Panel 4: Two star players who once fought together now face off— Panel 5: in this Final Decisive Match”

Page 2-3 Panel 1: Eyeshield 21 aka: Kobayakawa Sena!! VS. The Commander from Hell: Hiruma Yoichi!! Panel 2: Set, Hut!!!

Cover page (4-5): Their First Collision!! Sena [Eyeshield 21] and Hiruma [the one who named him (literally the ‘parent’ who named him)]—

Page 6 Panel 1: [Some months earlier—] Panel 3: DEVILBAT GHOST!!

Page 7 Panel 1: TRIDENT TACKLE!!!

Page 8-9 Panel 1: The ball was fumbled!! Whichever team manages to claim it will win….!! Panel 2: [An American Football rule you can understand in 1 SECOND] Devilbat: YA—HA— It’s stupidly simple! Carry the ball to the enemy line and score (a touchdown)! DB jr.: You can get around 7 points! Panel 4: Monta: CATCH MAX!!! Panel 5: Suzuna: YA—!!! Panel 6: Announcer: The Kanto representatives for the Japanese National American Football University Championships is the team lead by Eyeshield 21 aka. Kobayakawa Sena— the Enma Fires…..!!!!

Page 10 Panel 1: Sakuraba: You really got revenge on us this year. It’s frustrating but it was our total defeat….! Panel 2: Sena: Though, one-on-one, for the most part I couldn’t really get past you (Shin-san) until the very end… Panel 4: Shin: undecipherable Panel 6: Ootawara: OOOOHHHHH MAKE SURE YOU HIT THEM HARD ENOUGH FOR THE BOTH OF US, KURITA—!! Panel 7: Takami: Finally, you’ve earned the right to challenge the undefeated champions Page 11 Panel 1 & 2: Takami: The championship finals against the team lead by Hiruma, the Saikyodai Wizards— at the Koushien Bowl….!!! Panel 3: Sena: Yes….!!

Page 12 Panel 4: Monta: Mukya! What the hell, we can’t get into the club room! Riku: Looks like we have a few visitors— Panel 5: Crowd: The United States President’s son?? Even SP (I believe this is a tv channel) is here… Page 13 Panel 3: Sena: T-this is way too crazy… Kurita: To clear away people like this…..

Page 14 Panel…2?: Hiruma: Kekekekeke, you’re late fucking Fatty and fucking Shrimps Panel 3: Kurita: HIRUMA! Sena: —san!! Monta: And that guy’s from the American Match, the ultimate boss… wait actually, he’s a NFL player now! Page 15 Panel 1: It’s the President’s Junior, Mr. Don….!! Panel 2: Don: An ordinary person goes to a foreign country to run rampant for their own entertainment. A champion (or king lol) goes to a foreign country to express his respect. Panel 3: Don: In this country, it seems excessive meddling from pros in the affairs of amateurs isn’t appreciated, so I’ll get straight to the heart of the matter. Panel 4: Don: Together we will fight and acquire the throne. I’ve come to welcome/receive one hero. Panel 6: Kurita: ?? Monta: What does that mean? Sena: Isn’t this excessive meddling…..

Page 16 Panel 1: Crack! Panel 2: Sena: ….?? Inside my shoulder pad… Panel 3: Sena: What is this, it’s tiny… A white chip? Monta: Ooh, it’s in our shoulder pads too!! Riku: Since when… Panel 4: Hiruma: It’s called an RFID (radio frequency identification (apparently lol)) chip. When you have this on— Panel 5: Glasses: The current location of each player can be determined and measured by inches. Stats like speed and acceleration, it can analyze all data in real time. Enma Babes (presumably): A SCI-FI MACHINE LIKE THAT EXISTS!? Page 17 Panel 1: Don: There’s nothing Sci-Fi about it. Within the NFL world, all players have been using this for a number of years now. Sena & Monta: REALLY!!? Hiruma: They even have them inside the balls. Since you can measure the rotations that way Devibat: It’s true!! DB jr.: The actual pro sports world sure is turning into something amazing! Panel 2: Riku: So, this data analysis chip… Panel 3: Riku: Why are they in our protective equipment…?? Sena: I mean, there’s only one person in this world who would be devilish enough to quietly do something like that… Panel 4: Glasses: With this hoard of collected data, and by using the help of something like Google Brain, we can rely on machine learning to— Sena: Goo… what? Machine…?? Panel 5: Don: How sad~ Oohh, AI, AI! Civilization has simply taken the human privilege of ‘thinking’, and given it up to machines.

Page 18 Panel 1: Don: Most of all, humanity’s been dulled by favoritism, politics and social correctness. Well, compared to a slow/primitive ruler, it’s (AI) infinitely more reliable. Panel 2: [For our team to reach victory, what kind of player is indispensable? The answer provided by the AI was—] Panel 3: A running back with the speed of light! Or— A phantasmagoric (look it up) quarterback! Panel 5: Glasses: International Player Pass Way Program. In short, there is one slot available for a foreign student trainee as the Japanese representative. Don: Which means that we would be receiving you into our team. Page 19 Panel 1: Kobayakawa Sena, Hiruma Yoichi: between the two of you, only one—

Page 20 Panel 3: (I believe this is some sort of form that Sena filled out about what he wants to pursue after graduation— he says after graduation he wants to become a pro American Football athlete) Panel 4: Hiruma: With my physical abilities, I won’t be able to get into the NFL the usual way. Panel 5: Hiruma: Obviously, I’ll struggle for the top even if it kills me. That’s the thing that makes it fun….! Page 21 Panel 1: Don: When I consulted the man at the top, Panther, about which one to pick— he gave me a truly straightforward answer. Panel 2: Panther: Hm? Well they’re going to have a confrontation directly in the Koshien Bowl, aren’t they? Panel 3: Panther: Sena VS. Hiruma!! We’ll just take whoever wins. Because, isn’t that American Football…!!

Page 22 Panel 1: Sena: …… this contest against Hiruma-san, I’m glad that it’s an American football match. Panel 2: Sena: If it wasn’t, there’s no way I could win against Hiruma-san, you’d bring out your blackmail book and in an instant…. Hiruma: Kekeke, seems like you understand the situation reeeeal well Panel 3: Sena: I mean, whether it’s Don-san’s AI verdict or the pro tryouts— if you put your mind to it, you could use your blackmail book to get whatever you wanted. But, Hiruma-san, when it comes to American football, you’ve always…. you’ve always— Panel 5: Toss~ Panel 6: Hiruma: Well, since I’m going to win against you and become a top pro, I don’t need this thing. Page 23 Panel 5: Sena: But, the one who’ll win is me

Page 24 Sena: I’ll go to defeat you with all my strength. So, Hiruma-san, you also— Hiruma: Kekeke, naturally Page 25 Panel 1: HANSHIN KOSHIEN STADIUM Panel 3: Kurita: Truthfully, I want to root for both of their dreams— For Sena-kun, and for Hiruma. But if I really can’t choose both—

Page 26-27 Panel 1: Kurita: FUNNURABAAA!!!!! Panel 2: Kurita: For the sake of my team, and for Sena-kun’s sake, I’ll defeat Hiruma…..!!! Panel 3: Announcer: Koshien Bowl, the final, decisive match! Against the Saikyodai Wizards, made up of all star members throughout the country— Panel 4: Announcer: Somehow!! The Enma Fires are just slightly in the lead!! Panel 5: Gaou: Fuh… Half of American football is decided by the power of the line. This is the unmatched power of Kurita when he has something to protect….!!!

Page 28 Panel 1: Announcer: Noooooww, there’s barely any time left on the clock! This final play will decide the outcome of the match!! Panel 2: Announcer: Two star players who once fought together now face off— Panel 3: Announcer: In this Final Decisive Match!! Panel 4: Announcer: Eyeshield 21 aka. Kobayakawa Sena!! Vs. The Commander from Hell, Hiruma Yoichi!! Page 29 Panel 1: Hiruma: KILL! KILL! Panel 2: Suzuna: K.I.L.L…..to kill? What’s it mean? Doburoku: In American football, it’s a sign that’s given by the pitcher. It means to completely kill the strategy that had been agreed upon. To put it simply, it’s a signal to hurriedly reset the strategy of the play. Panel 3: Mizumachi: After seeing our defense formation, looks like they want to change things up! Panel 4: Sena: Hiruma-san’s— that ever-changing adaptability’s strength—

Page 30 Panel 1: Hiruma: Kill— Panel 4: Unsui: NO!! THERE HASN’T BEEN ANY CHANGE IN HIS PLAN!! Page 31 Panel 1: Hiruma (I think): This was just a snap counter from the get go— A signal to start the play after the 4th KILL…!!! Panel 2: Enma player: Shit, even though we know what kind of guy he is! Enma player 2: He’s gonna throw a pass— Enma player 3: No, don’t let Hiruma trick you! He’s not throwing— he’s still holding it!! Panel 3: This is a run….!! Panel 5: Shit, that’s wrong, it’s a pass after all….!!!

Page 32 TOUCHDOOOOWN!!! Page 33 Panel 1: Hiruma: YA— HA—!!! Panel 2: Announcer: The final decisive battle was completely controlled by the sorcerer of the field-- Hiruma Yoichi! (there's actually a word in this line I don't understand lol, but this should be the general gist) Panel 3: Announcer: In a sudden turnabout victory, the Saikyodai Wizards win the championship—

Page 34 Panel 1: Announcer: —No, the remaining time on the clock is 1 second!! Panel 2: Hiruma: !! Taka: That was my bad. Panel 3: Taka: On the ground was Sena-kun with his light speed, and in the air Monta was closing in. I had no choice but to catch the ball one second earlier than planned. Panel 5: Unsui (presumably): — 1 second left. Whether we laugh or cry about it, this will be the final play— Page 35 Panel 1: Sena: These sort of seriously close calls… I dunno if you’d call it deja vu or— Panel 2: Monta: That’s right! This is the kind of cliff’s edge that we’ve run along a bunch of times! Panel 3: Agon: Aaaahhh? Ain’t this match already certain victory— Panel 4: Agon: —If we weren’t up against the tiny trash brigade, that is. Hiruma: Kekeke yo~~~ You also know what’s up huh, fucking dreads. Panel 6: Yamato: That’s right, all of us should know by now well enough that it hurts. Panel 7: Yamato: That there are demon-like men out there whose power explodes during dire straits like this.

Page 36 Panel 1: That there was once a miraculous team called the Devilbats— Panel 2: Hiruma: The last play will be Eyeshield 21! They’ll 100,000,000,000% comes at us with Sena’s run!! Anything else is a ruse, completely ignore it, don’t even think 1mm that it’ll be anything else!! Panel 3: Unsui: There’s only one way to go: Sena’s run. All of us will open a path!! Page 37 Panel 1 & 2: Sena’s Run, Complete Specialized All Star Team!! VS. Anti-Sena formation, Complete Specialized All Star Team!!

Page 38: — DON! Page 39 Panel 1: Announcer: Remaining time: 0 seconds! Panel 2: Announcer: With this last play, it’s game set! Panel 4: Yamabushi: Rodio Drive!! Are they coming with Riku!? Taka: No— Panel 6: Riku: Sena…!!

Page 40 Panel 3: IKKYUU…!! Panel 4: How can he reach it, to go into a cut from such a distance…..

Page 42 Panel 1: Sena: UUOOOOOOOOHH!! Panel 2: Mamori: Sena…! Panel 3: Ikkyuu: That guy’s too damn fast— I already knew that but…..!! Panel 4: Announcer: Sure enough, in the end they went with the light speed running back, Eyeshield 21!!! Page 43 Panel 1: Mizumachi: Uha! I said make way! Panel 3: Chuubou: A path for Sena-senpai….!!!

Page 44-45 Panel 3: Announcer: He’s passed everyone! At this rate it’s a touchdown—!!! Panel 4: Hiruma: Kekeke, dig out your eyeballs and give them a good wash— take another look. It’s not over. Panel 5: Kid: He’ll stand in the way— in the end, the ultimate opponent—

Page 46 Panel 1: AGON!!! Page 47 Panel 2: Shin: Sena’s Devilbat Ghost has been fully realized. Panel 3: Shin: It’s a perfect technique for a runner to get past his opponent. The Optimal Technique/Solution.

Page 48 Panel 2: vvrrrrr (vibration sounds) Panel 3: Glasses: The Optimal Solution for this situation is none other than the Devilbat Ghost. But even then, Agon who possesses inherent superhuman reaction speed will likely stop him. Panel 4: [That is the judgement the machine learning system has made based on the real time analysis from the RFID chip] Page 49 Panel 3: Shin: The essential thing you need to reach new heights, is to surpass your Optimal Technique/Solution™— with Courage™ Panel 5: Sena: That’s right— my road isn’t limited only to the two directions that I can dodge Panel 6: Shin: It relies on his light speed cuts. A third option, much like a trident. In a manner of speaking—

Page 50 Panel 1: DEVILBAT TRIDENT!!! Page 51 Panel 1: Mizumachi: You mean he might not dodge!? Riku: A headlong collision!! There’s no way… Panel 2: Glasses: It’s absolutely impossible, how reckless. There’s no chance of winning. The AI declares that this is at most a feint. In the end, Sena will definitely move to evade him! Panel 3: Hiruma: Kekeke, you’re wrong. It’s a hundred billion years too early to try getting past using that hand. Panel 4: Hiruma: But that’s why you’ll go for it. Isn’t that right, Sena. Panel 5: Agon: Aaahhh~~ Hiruma, I’ve fought with you so many times it makes me sick, so I already know all of that….!!!

Page 52 Panel 1: Hiruma ??: The Human brain hasn’t been able to compete with semiconductors for a long time. I’m sure it’ll aaaalll become like that in the future. Panel 2: Hiruma: When it comes to searching for Optimal Solutions™, no one can compete against Sir AI anymore. But— Panel 3: Shin: Beyond the Optimal Solution™ Panel 4: Beyond even the very summit— you continue to struggle with only courage at your back. Page 53 Panel 1: THAT IS WHAT AN ATHLETE IS Panel 3: ??: I’LL GO PRO AND KILL EVERYONE!! Panel 4: ??: I’LL SURPASS THE TOP!!! Panel 5: ??: That athlete will be—

Page 54-55 Panel 1: Hiruma: ME Panel 2: Sena: ME Panel 3: [He surpasses theory, with his light speed courage—!!]

#eyeshield 21 #es21 #es21 anniversary chapter #translations #my translations #??#idk lmfao #anyway this chapter was!#i mean it sure was #there are things i like about it but also a lot of things i'm very apathetic on hfhfhff #a lot of it feels very rushed due to it just being 55 pages lol #the main matches in the series last -volumes-#AND ALSO #WHERE TF IS MUSASHI???#WHERE IS MUSASHIII???? UH HELLO??#high key kind of mad about it

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strawberry milk

syn -> rindou accidentally captures your heart with strawberry milk, but he has no regrets.

beware of.. bullying, ran acts like rindou's mom, violence, mention of a teacher-student relationship (not real)

"rin! can you go to the store?!" ran called out from the kitchen.

rindou sat in the living room playing his video game, oblivious to any of ran's calls to him.

he had finally made it to the boss level and was not letting ran get in the middle of it by being annoying.

ran has never been one to care about what others think though.

so, he walked over to the living room and pulled the plug from his game.

rindou let out a horrified scream, standing up from his seat almost immediately.

ran watched as his brother scattered around the room in a panic, looking for the plug that stood in his hands.

when rindou finally noticed, he launched his controller at him.

"what the fuck ran?!" rindou cursed, throwing his hands up in the air in frustration.

"i said go to the store. you have all weekend to play the game." ran said, crossing his arms and frowning in disappointment.

where did he go wrong in raising this boy?

"go yourself and give me back the plug." rindou scoffed, crossing his arms at ran.

ran didn't budge though, just staring at rindou like he'd grown fifty heads one time.

kakucho peeked from out of the kitchen, seeing the two brothers stare at each other.

"if it's such a big deal, i can go-" "shut up kaku." the brothers said, glaring at the older male.

he held his hands up in defense, watching the two brother's go back to staring at each other.

"fine. you owe me." rindou huffed, shoving his feet into his sneakers and grabbing his wallet.

"i'm making you dinner, i don't owe you shit." ran said, gesturing to the kitchen.

ran has never cooked a day in his life, so rindou isn't sure if he should trust him.

maybe he'll grab a burger or something while he's out.

the walk to the store was not long, it was just draining to be outside.

it was supposed to rain later in the day, so the sky was full of grey and saggy clouds.

the streets were partially clear for the upcoming storm, save for the people who had work and needed to be out.

and of course, the movie-like bullies from rindou's school.

they were always bothering this timid girl, who'd always mind her business and get her shit over with.

it seems like they found her outside in this shitty weather, as rindou could hear them yelling and giggling from a mile away.

'they continue this outside of school too?' rindou thought, passing the alley they were in.

what made him pause was the low 'let's get a picture for him. he'll love to see her in a short skirt.'

rindou seen you around numerous of times. not once did he ever see you wear something that didn't touch or at least go past your dainty fingers.

rindou stepped into the alley, seeing the flash of the camera go off.

what the hell is he gonna do about a girl that doesnt even give two shits about him?

you little whimpers could be heard, and that gave rindou his answer.

whoop their ass.

rindou let the metal end of his umbrella collide with one of their heads harshly, knocking them out efficiently.

"what are you guys doing?" rindou questioned, rolling his head and stretching lightly.

"don't interrupt us teaching the teacher-fucker a lesson, or you're next." one of the guys scoffed, squaring up.

"try me." rindou chuckled, launching his umbrella square into another guys nose.

he didn't have to do much, because once his hood fell, everyone paused and began running.

yells of 'shit! it's one of the haitani brothers!' could be heard before they scattered out of the alley.

rindou rolled his eyes and looked down at you, who was coward into one of the walls.

you were struggling to cover whatever was revealed, while a slightly sweet but strong scent emitted off you.

it wasn't piss, and perhaps it was the strawberry milk from the carton that was splattered all over the floor.

or maybe...

"did you really?" rindou started, tilting his head.

you looked up at him confused, not sure of what he was talking about.

rindou looked outside of the alley, and then back at you.

"fuck the teacher?" rindou elaborated, rubbing his forehead lightly.

you were a smart girl, so he wasn't understanding why you were so confused as to what he was talking about.

"oh. uhm- no. i didn't." you said, voice coming out peek.

it was the first time rindou had ever even heard you speak, though it was pretty low.

but he was glad to confirm it wasn't some form of semen on you.

rindou nodded, taking in your figure. it was going to get chilly.

in his rush to go to the store, he hadn't taken off his home shorts before putting on his sweatpants.

he didn't want to be cold, but he also didn't want you to go home like that.

the pants were new, and a bit baggy on him. so they'll be much baggier on you.

rindou sighed, before taking his sweatpants off and handing it to you.

his phone buzzed, stopping him from explaining to you.

rindou held a finger up and read the message from his brother.

[5:41pm] aniki : hey rinnie, you can come home. i actually had what i needed from the store. oopsies ;)

rindou scowled at the message, before looking up at you again.

you were trembling pretty hard.

"how about i get you a proper change of clothes and take you home?" rindou suggested, gesturing outside of the alley.

he didn't have to say much earlier, as you put on the sweats that he'd handed you earlier.

at least you were smart enough to put two and two together.

"i can get you something to eat as well?" rindou suggested, looking towards the bag of groceries on the floor.

and you greatly appreciated the kind gesture.

when school started back, and rindou had class with you, he decided to sit next to you.

you allowed it, smiling gratefully at him.

he dug in his bag for a bit, and pulled out a small carton before sliding it over to you.

you raised your eyebrow, before looking at rindou in slight confusion.

"do you like strawberry milk?" rindou asked, taking out another carton and taking a sip.

you nodded, opening the straw and popping it into the hole.

following behind the male next to you, you take a sip of your drink with a quiet hum.

"i remember seeing it on the floor and your clothes the day i helped you." rindou shrugged, sipping his own.

you smiled, muttering a small thank you to him once more.

the two sat in comfortable silence, before you had remembered something.

"oh! i brought your sweats." you smiled sweetly, going to dig through your school bag.

rindou put his hand on your shoulder to stop you, shooting you a small smile.

"it's cool. keep em." rindou said, waving you off.

he wasn't going to take it away from you when you'd look so adorable in them.

when you and rindou had finally gotten closer, you decided to invite him over to your house.

it wasn't anything too serious. you had explained that your parents were gone and you didn't want to be in the house by yourself.

rindou understood, and accepted your invitation.

now the two of you were in comfortable clothes laying in your bed, watching some shitty romance movie with strawberry milk.

rindou wasn't really enjoying it, but you were, so that was all that mattered to him.

"i want romance like that." you groaned in annoyance, resting your head against your palm.

rindou chuckled, and rolled his eyes.

the scene was a short slideshow of the couple. taking pictures, going on dates, sharing things.

everything a cheesy couple could do.

it stayed silent for a couple of seconds, save for the movie playing in the background.

and for a split second, you heard rindou mumble something silently.

you turned your head to give him your full attention, but he'd averted his eyes as his cheeks began to dust a bright pink.

"what was that rin?" you questioned, poking his hip just a bit to get his attention.

rindou took a deep inhale and looked at you, sitting up from where he was laying at.

"i could give that to you." rindou said bravely, looking at you in your eyes.

you blinked in confusion, looking at him. "not a friendship way, rin." you explained further.

rindou nodded, still looking at you.

you sat up next to rindou and faced him, trying to figure out what he was trying to tell you.

rindou sighed, when he realized you weren't getting the memo.

"i like you. and i wanna give you that cheesy romance." rindou said, saying your name in a tone he never thought he'd use before.

you stared at him for a bit, feeling your face get hot.

unfortunately, rindou took your silence as a bad sign.

"it's cool. maybe i should go." rindou muttered, putting down his strawberry milk and gathering his clothes to change.

he didn't mean to make you uncomfortable if he did.

before he could step a single toe out of your bedroom door you launched yourself onto him.

you held onto him tightly and wouldn't let go.

"please?" you asked, looking up at rindou from his chest.

"i'd love to have that romance with you." you whispered, intertwining your fingers with rindou.

and all it really took was strawberry milk.

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Crush | Part Three

Summery: Y/n and Mikey have gotten even closer, if possible. And unfortunately, it would be what leads to a terrible accident...

Pairing(s): Sano "Mikey" Manjiro x Reader

Warning(s): Kidnapping, Implied Drugging, Guns, Takemichi’s Been Time Traveling Again

You sigh quietly and rest your head on your hand. You in were in class, wishing nothing more for than the clock to speed up. Something out there must have been listening, cause finally after what felt like forever, the bell rung. You along with your classmates were given time to take a break. You reached your arms up past your head and stretched.

Two of your friends joined you at your desk. “Could teach have been anymore boring?” One of them said with a uninterested tone. “Like, at least try to grab our attention.”

“Seriously.” Said the other, sitting on the edge of your desk. “Time never seems to run out when you have some oldie talking about algebra.”

“I was about to fall asleep.” You say. “I’d give anything to get out of this right now.”

“Hey Y/n!”

You and your friends turned their attention towards the classroom entrance. In the doorway, was Mikey. Your friends tore their gaze away from him to look at you. “Hey Mikey.” You say.

“Come on. Let’s hang out.” Says Mikey with a grin. You roll your eyes playfully and stand up from your desk and walk over to him. “You want me to skip class?”

“Yeah?” Mikey says, as if you should know already. You shake your head. “Alright fine.” Mikey takes your hand, before you two left you waved apologetically to your friends. One of them gave you a thumbs up, despite their still shocked expression. The other nods, with the same expression.

You and Mikey rushed out of the school before any staff could see. “Where are you taking me this time?” You ask as you get on the back of his bike. “Wherever you want.” Mikey answers as he starts up the bike.

“You’ve been doing that a lot lately. Taking me wherever I want to go. Why’s that?” You ask teasingly. Mikey looks back at you. “I just want to.” He says before driving off. You held onto Mikey, excited to see how the rest of day would go.

The next day you were able to stay at school for the whole day. You wished Mikey would have saved you from boredom yet again, however, tonight there would be a Toman meeting. He needed to be ready for it. Speaking of, your brothers who usually walked you home from school, would not be there either.

You grabbed your bag and headed out of the classroom after the last bell rang. As you made your way through the hall and down the stairs, you couldn’t help but get the feeling you were being followed. You stopped at the bottom of the staircase, and looked back up to see if someone was at the top. However, there was no one.

You shrugged it off, assuming you were just tired, before walking again. You walked past the school gates and make your way home. You look down at your phone, texting your brothers that you were on your way home before pocketing it again.

After a few seconds, you felt that feeling again. Only this time, it was undeniable. You weren’t imagining. You stopped in your tracks and looked over your shoulder. Sure enough, you were being followed. You had recognized one of them. The tallest of the four guys, was in your class. A wannabe delinquent. Someone who looked for trouble and wanting to start shit.

And it seems he has made a few friends.

You narrow your eyes. “What do you want?” The tallest smirked before walking towards you, the others followed after. He walked in front of you and looked down at you, a look of malicious intent in his eyes. “So. You’re “invincible Mikey’s” girlfriend huh?”

“Nope.” You mutter. He rolled his eyes. “Come on. Everyone knows. You two can’t keep your hands off each other for two seconds.”

“What does it matter to you?” You ask. “Well, isn’t just everyone who knows about you two. Our boss knows.“ He leans down closer to your face. “And he wants to meet you personally.” Your brows furrowed, your grip on your bag tightened. You knew where this was going. “So how about you be a good little girl, and come with us.”

“No thanks.” He laughed, as well as his little “gang” of friends. “You really think you have a choice?”

“I’m not going with you.” You say firmly. “Now you better back the fuck up.”

“Or what? You’ll hit me? Go ahead, I’d love to see you tr-”

You shut up him with a swift punch to the face. He fell to the ground roughly. You then turned the others, all of them with shocked expressions. “Toman’s fourth division captain and vice captain, Smiley and Angry. Ever heard of them?” You start, tossing your bag aside.

“They’re my brothers. Do you really think after all this time growing up with them, I wouldn’t learn to throw a punch?”

You gather the strength to stand tall and stare them down, challenging them. “Now I’m not going anywhere with you freaks. If you really wanna take me, you’re gonna have to kill me.”

“Tsk. Come on! She can’t take down all of us!” One of the three still standing said, after getting over his shock. They all three rushed you, fist raised to punch. You rose your own fists, and just like that, it was on.

You were looking for a way out in the midst of the fight. You were doing fine for now, even managed to take down one. But you were going to reach your limit soon. You delivered one last devastating kick to one of them before starting to take off.

But you wouldn’t get far, as the leader of the small group and stood once more. He reached down and grabbed a hefty looking rock, and whacked you against your head with it. You didn’t even have time to process the pain before you blacked out.

The quick sharp sting of a palm striking your cheek woke you after, who knows how long. You gasped sharply eyes shooting open wide, darting around rapidly trying to make sense of your surroundings. From what you could tell, you were on the ground of an old abandoned warehouse. Your body ached, and when you tried to move, a tight squeeze could be felt around your wrists.

Your hands had been tied with duct tape behind your back. “Oh shit.” You exhaled.

“Oh shit is right.”

You craned your neck up, searching for the source of the deep voice that filled your ears. You were kicked from your side, onto your back. Above you, was a large framed man, a scar going down his left eye. “Have a nice nap?” He asked with a smirk. You scowl, trying to move away from him. You were stopped when you felt a wave of nausea washed over you. You groaned and shut your eyes tightly, trying to focus on not vomiting.

“Aw, are you ok? Feeling a little sick?” The man chuckled. “I guess that makes sense. Though, I’ll be pissed if you die right now cause of that shit I had my men give you. So try to stay awake will ya?”

You open your eyes slightly, breaths coming out ragged and uneven. “What…What do you want?” You managed out. “Nothing from you.” The man tells you. “I want Mikey.”

Your breath catches, you look up at him again. “Why?”

The man kneels down next to you. “Come on, use your brain. Mikey is powerful, very powerful. And he created a powerful gang. So what do you think will happen to that gang, when such a powerful leader dies suddenly?” He then reached into his pocket and pulled out a handgun. “He may be invincible to punches and kicks. But I doubt that applies to bullets. Don’t you think?”

“Bastard.” You spat. “Too scared to actually fight him like a man? Gotta use guns like a little bi-”

A sharp cry of pain left you as the man punches you hard in the gut. “I’m not scared, I’m smart. I understand Mikey is near unbeatable. I’m not looking to start a fight I can’t finish. With this.” He waved the gun around. “I can finish it real quick. Now.” He then takes you phone from your pocket.

“Let’s give your boyfriend a call, huh?”

Mikey had been waiting for every member to arrive to the meeting, while he waited, he was talking with his vice commander Draken.

“I swear she likes that bear I got her more than me.” Mikey mutters, as he looks through the pictures you sent him of you and your “new best friend”. “Seriously.” A slight pout forms on his lips. Draken rolls his eyes. “She’s not replacing you.” He tells Mikey.

“Doesn’t feel like it.” Before Draken could attempt to reassure him again, Mikey’s phone rang. “It’s her.” Mikey says, his pout quickly turning into a smile. Draken decides to give him so privacy, so he walks away.

“Hey Y/n! You almost here? The meeting is gonna start soon and I wanna take you somewhere after.”

‘Aw, isn’t that sweet?’

Mikey’s grin dropped. “Who are you?”

‘Isamu. But that’s not what’s important. I’d like for us to meet up. Have a little chat, you know?’

“Where’s Y/n?” Mikey asks firmly.

‘Right next to me. Don’t worry, we didn’t rough her up too badly. Not yet at least.’

Mikey was gripping onto his phone so tightly, he thought he might snap it in two.

‘But that can change very quickly. So, here’s what you’re gonna do. You’re gonna come here, alone, and so help me…you tell anyone, come with backup, even just one other person with you…I’ll fucking splatter this bitch’s brains all over the wall. Got me?’

“….Yeah.” Mikey says lowly.

‘Good. See you soon.’

Isamu texted Mikey the location after he hung up. And just like that, Mikey stormed off. Draken watched as Mikey walked off. “Mikey! Where are you going?”

“Meeting’s canceled.” Mikey tells him. “I have something I need to take care of.” He kept walking, ignoring Draken’s calls after him.

“What the fuck?” Draken muttered. He wasn’t the only one who was confused. All of Toman were taken back as their leader sped off away from the meeting. Among them, was Takemichi. The sight of Mikey speeding off sent a wave of panic through him. “Damn it.” He said under his breath.

“What’s wrong?” Chifuyu asks him. “It’s Y/n. She’s in trouble.” Takemichi answers. Chifuyu nods. Previously, these two had thought of a plan to prevent this situation. However, it seemed as if things are moving along faster than expected. “We need to find Smiley and Angry and go.”

“I haven’t seen them show up yet.” Chifuyu says before taking out his phone. “I can try calling them.”

Just as he said that, two bikes pulled up at front. Takemichi and Chifuyu looked over to see Smiley and Angry. They looked tense. Takemichi and Chifuyu hurried to the two.

“Where the hell is Mikey?” Asked Smiley. “He left.” Answered Chifuyu, keeping quiet about just why he left for now. “Was Y/n with him?” Asked Angry. “No.” Takemichi mutters. “Fuck.” Smiley spat. “You know I find this really fucking weird. Y/n disappears and Mikey leaves before the meeting starts with no reason why.”

Takemichi ignored the slight fear he felt from Smiley’s ever growing rage. “I might have an idea where she is, and Mikey’s going there right now.” He said quietly. Chifuyu gave him a concerned look. Was he really about to tell them?

“Where?” Asked Angry. “Come on, I’ll explain on the way. We don’t have much time, Y/n and Mikey are both in trouble.” Takemichi hurried off, followed by Chifuyu and the twins.

Takemichi doesn’t know just how he’s gonna explain the situation to the twins, or just how he knows where their sister and Mikey is. But right now that didn’t matter. What matters right now, is saving Mikey and Y/n before it was too late.

#mikey x reader #majiro sano x reader #sano manjiro x reader #mikey tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers

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watchmegetobsessed · 2 years

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INFATUATION

A/N: ceorry is finally here with plus size reader!! hope you guys will love it, i really enjoyed writing this and i can't wait to read your thoughts!

WORD COUNT: 13.7k

WARNING: sexual content, struggle with body image

SUMMARY: You're about to start your business as an interior designer. Thanks to your best friend, your first client turns out to be none other than Harry Styles, the insanely handsome and stupidly rich business man.

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“I quit my job.”

The front door shuts closed behind you just as Bianca drops the spoon she was holding into her bowl of ice-cream upon hearing your announcement and before she could even speak up you continue.

“And I think Vincent and I kinda broke up.”

She coughs with wide eyes, placing her bowl to the coffee table as she moves to one side of the couch.

“There’s a lot to unpack there, come on, sit down and tell me about it all!” she urges and sighing you drop your bag by the front door and walk over to her, collapsing onto the couch after what felt like the worst day of your life so far.

You eye the ice-cream Bianca just discarded and you feel like you could inhale it in one go so you point at it turning towards your best friend and flatmate.

“Can I eat that?” you sigh with a frown.

“Uh, sure, go ahead! Seems like you need it more than I do.”

You dig into it right away, drowning everything that happened today in the sweet, creamy, icy dessert. You eat it way too fast so you get an instant brain freeze, but in your current state it’s not even that painful.

“So, what happened?” Bianca asks cautiously.

“Um, well, my boss threw out the window everything I worked on the past month and wanted me to start over so I had enough and quit,” you start with the first part of your announcements.

“It’s kind of good, isn’t it? I mean, you hated working there and you’ve been thinking about leaving for a while.”

“Yeah, but not this abruptly. I knew I wouldn’t work at fucking Ikea forever, but it would have been nice if I had a full plan before quitting.”

Shoving one spoon full of ice-cream after the other into your mouth you try to keep yourself together and not think about how uncertain your life has just become. Everything you had and thought to be stable a few days ago is now gone.

“You’ll figure it out. You can finally start your own business, like you always wanted!” B tries to cheer you up.

“Yeah, I guess,” you shrug, still focusing on the ice-cream.

“I’ll help you, okay? I have some connections, it’ll be fine.”

“Thanks,” you sigh with a weak smile.

“Okay, now onto the next thing, what did that scumbag Vincent do?”

Bianca has never been a big fan of your… who was even Vincent? You never agreed to be boyfriend and girlfriend, just acted like it, but every time you tried to bring it up he just dodged it. And because having someone was more than having no one, you went with it and stayed quiet. But lately things have been rockier and you’ve had enough.

“He… He sent me a text with a picture that was definitely not meant for me.”

“What?” she gasps. “What did he send?”

“A picture of a lingerie set and the text said he can’t wait to see me in it. The set was for a woman who is the size of my arm, B.”

You almost fainted in the kitchen section when you saw it, had to hide behind one of the displays to pull yourself together and not have a meltdown in the middle of Ikea. You had to wait until your lunch break to call him and question what it was about, it turned into a screaming match and at the end he just saved his ass by saying you were never exclusive so it’s not cheating.

Then you told him to go fuck himself and all of his side bitches and ended the call. Two hours later you also quit your job, so it’s a miracle you’re not crying like a baby right now.

“Fucking hell, I always knew he was a pig. But you’re better off without him, he never appreciated you enough.” Bianca circles an arm around your shoulders as she brings you closer to her and you lean into her, spooning the rest of the ice-cream into your mouth.

“I think he always had an issue with my looks,” you mumble.

“Because he is a fucking assturd, that’s his issue,” Bianca scoffs and the way she says assturd always gets to you, so you can’t help, but laugh. “There’s nothing wrong with your looks, you look fucking sexy, don’t let an idiot make you think otherwise.”

“Maybe I should go on a diet again. Last time I lost a few pounds, so…” Placing the empty bowl to the coffee table guilt washes over you for eating the ice-cream.

“Fuck no! There’s no diet in this house!” Bianca protests. “You know what? We’ll go for a pamper day tomorrow and then the day after we’ll start to work on your business. Update your portfolio, I already have a few people in mind who would be open to hiring you.”

“I don’t want to put you into extra work, B. You have enough work at the firm.”

“It’s not work, and you’re not putting me into anything. I offered it so just take it. Alright, now let’s watch a movie to cheer you up and never talk about Ike or Vincent again.”

You know Bianca has connections in circles that fall way out of your league. She’d done all kinds of hostess works during college and she made an advantage out of them for herself, networking and connecting with the right people, building herself relationships in fields you can only dream of stepping foot into. She’s been going to business dinners and high end bars with people that hold the kind of power a normal person can’t even imagine. She has dragged you to some outings as well, mostly where drinking was included and whenever she mentioned the name of the places your eyes fell out of their sockets.

“B, I cannot pay for a night there, I would end up just drinking tap water in the restroom!” you protested, but she just rolled her eyes.

“We are not paying a penny. Everything is covered, we’re gonna be guests!”

And that’s exactly what happened. Your money remained in your purse while the drinks just kept coming and coming. During these occasions you got to see what she’s like around these men. It was always obvious they saw her as just an eye candy and nothing more, a pretty woman they can walk in with and earn jealous glances and they probably never even realized how smart she really is, working at an all women law firm. Whenever business talk started and she could chip in once legal topics were touched, she impressed them all with her knowledge and she knew they would be calling her soon, willing to pay any amount just to have her work with them.

Bianca is naturally confident and the kind of woman every man stares at when she walks into a room. But she never makes other women feel less, what’s more, she can go absolutely feral when someone treats a woman in her presence less just because they don’t find her that pretty or charming.

One time, when you were freshmen in college you were out at a bar near campus. A guy came up to the two of you and very obviously tried to flirt with Bianca, completely ignoring your presence. He didn’t last more than five minutes before she grilled him so badly he walked away without a single word, never even glancing her way for the rest of the night.

So when she told you about this “friend” of hers who might be interested in your work, you knew it would be some prestigious businessman, one of the big fish, but now as you’re nearing the office building that towers above most of the city’s other skyscrapers, you can feel your stomach churning. This is not just a big fish, this might be a whole shark and you might not survive a meeting with him after all.

Walking into the lobby you’re met with a modern design, it’s spacious and minimalistic, but also kind of welcoming, makes you want to linger around longer. You approach the front desk where a woman with a headset smiles at you, her makeup and outfit absolutely spotless and suddenly you feel underdressed compared to her.

“Good morning, how can I help you?” she asks in a nice, warm tone.

“Hi, I-I’m here for an appointment with Mr. Styles?” you tell her, already cursing yourself out for making it sound like a question, as if she knew why you were here.

“May I ask your name, please?” she turns to the computer, her fingers already typing away on the keypad.

“It’s Y/N Y/L/N.”

She hums, her eyes glued to the screen, the smile never leaving her features. A few more clicks and she turns back to you.

“Welcome, Miss Y/L/N. Mr. Styles will see you in a few minutes, would you be so kind and go to the 78th floor? They will be already waiting for you. Elevators are on your right,” she instructs, gesturing towards the three elevators.

“Thank you,” you nod breathing out the words before making your way to the elevators.

People come and go, you’re not the only one waiting at the elevators, but you’re definitely the odd one out. The blue midi dress Bianca urged you to wear is out of your comfort zone and you feel like it’s tighter around your curves than what’s considered classy. You paired it with a white blazer you haven’t worn in ages, but it’s the most business-looking piece you own. The women around you seem to be wearing outfits that cost about three times more than yours, designer purses and ankle-breaking high heels appear to be the normal around here while you’re wearing flats, because you simply don’t put yourself through the torture of forcing your feet into heels.

And the cherry on top? The massive folder you brought your portfolio in is anything but professional with the colorful fruits printed all over it, strawberries, watermelons and cherries are floating around on it. You swore you had a simple black one somewhere in your desk at home, but you failed to actually find it and this one was the only one that wasn’t used to the point that it was threatening to fall apart. You thought you could play it off, but seeing everyone around you know you wish you chose one of the beaten-up folders instead.

On the way up the elevator stops three times before you reach the 78th floor and stepping out you’re immediately met with a woman who could easily be the clone of the one at the front desk downstairs. She is just as spotless and perfect as she was, her smiling lips are painted red and so plump, you wonder if they are even real.

“Welcome, Miss Y/L/N! Mr. Styles will see you in a second, would you like to have a coffee or tea while you wait?” she asks, walking you over to a waiting area with comfortable looking couches and massive paintings on the walls.

“Uh, no thank you, I’m good,” you shoot her a shy smile and she nods before walking back to her desk near the elevators.

Pursing your lips you look around and decide to drop your bag and folder to one of the couches before taking a better look at the paintings. With your arms folded over your chest you squint your eyes looking at the first one, trying to make out what it’s supposed to be picturing.

All of them seem extremely abstract, minimal color schemes to fit the design of the office and while they look sophisticated and expensive, you’re still looking for the meaning behind the patterns. You get so into the decoding that you start tilting your head to the sides, a frown etched over your face and you don’t even realize when someone joins you in your examination.

“I think they look like birds,” a male voice with a heavy British accent speaks up behind you, making you jump, your heart racing in your chest as you turn around with wide eyes and finding yourself facing the most handsome man you’ve ever laid your eyes on.

He is tall, broad shoulders and a muscular build paired with a charming smile that’s already making it hard for you to think straight. The fitted suit he is wearing must be designer and the massive rings adorning his fingers are also subtle reminders of his wealth. His appearance is oozing confidence and power, there’s no doubt he knows what he is doing and he is good at it too.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he chuckles softly at your reaction. “I’m Harry Styles and you must be Y/N Y/L/N, right?”

Holding out a hand he smiles at you warmly as you slip yours into his, the touch of his palm sending a shiver down your spine. He’s got a firm hold, but not the kind with which someone would try to dominate you. It’s more like a reflection of his strong personality.

“Yes I am. It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Styles,” you manage to speak up despite your awe, though your voice sounded thinner and weaker than you intended it to be.

“Please, call me just Harry,” he asks you, his hand letting yours go and you love how his words are dripping from his accent. “Follow me into my office and we can get down to business,” he gestures towards the door and nodding you gather your stuff from the couch, rushing after him while trying to get your thoughts straight so you don’t make a complete fool out of yourself during this meeting.

His office matches the rest of the building, it’s modern and clean in every way, one full wall covered with floor-to-ceiling windows, gifting you with an incredible view of the city.

“Please, take a seat,” he gestures towards the couch and armchairs with a coffee table in the left side of the room instead of approaching his desk. You opt to sit on one end of the couch, not sure where he’ll sit, and after dropping your bag next to you, you place the folder onto the coffee table, trying not to cringe at how ridiculous it looks compared to basically everything in the room.

“Can I offer you a drink?” he asks and you see him standing by what seems like mini bar, it’s got that typical crystal set wit the amber colored liquid in it that very much appears to be whiskey and your eyes involuntarily wander over to the clock on the wall, checking that it’s ten in the morning and he’s offering you alcohol. Harry catches your reaction and lets out a chuckle, opening the built-in mini fridge underneath that’s got all kinds of non-alcoholic drinks as well.

“I know it’s too early for whiskey, I’ve got other choices as well.”

“I’m good, thank you,” you breathe out a chuckle, shaking your head. Nodding he grabs himself a bottle of water and pours some into a glass before walking over to join you, deciding to sit on the other end of the couch.

“Thank you so much for coming in, the last few designers I connected with could only squeeze me in weeks later,” he chuckles and taking a sip from the water he sets the glass down on the table before placing an ankle over his knee, giving you his undivided attention.

“My schedule is not that full at the moment,” you clear your throat and what you meant by that is that you’re free all the time. But he doesn’t need to know that.

“Lucky for me, I guess,” he smirks, his eyes wandering over to the folder and you expect him to comment on it, but he just keeps smiling before nodding. “So, where should we start?”

“Um, I brought my portfolio, I know Bianca suggested me without anything to show, so I thought you might want to see some of my works,” you explain, taking the folder from the table and laying it to your lap you open and start roaming through, trying to figure out what to show him first. “I have some digital plans I’ve done and some actual ones that I was able to create. I don’t know how much B told you, but I used to work at Ikea.”

Just as you say it out loud you regret it, your previous job at Ikea does not sound too prestigious and respected, but now you can’t take it back. Clearing your throat you hand him the booklet that has your digital works, seemingly he didn’t have a problem with your slip about Ikea, so you just move on.

“I like to try myself out in different styles, though of course I have favorites.”

Harry starts to flip through the booklet, taking his time examining the pictures in it before glancing up at you for a moment.

“And what are your favorites?”

“I’m… I’m a fan of everything vintage. My taste is more of a maximalist, if we want to categorize it, I like mixing different styles and being creative.”

Interior design is truly your passion. You chose this as your career because it’s the only thing you see yourself doing even decades later and you always wanted a job that was also kind of a hobby as well.

You don’t notice it, but Harry is watching you in awe as you talk so openly about your work. It’s rare he sees someone be so passionate and in love with what brings them money and seeing you be that person is like a breath of fresh air.

“And do you have a favorite project?” he asks and he doesn’t miss the shine in your eyes as you nod with a shy smile and pull out another booklet. You flip through it until you find the section that’s dedicated to your parents’ weekend house you worked on a few years ago. Handing it over to Harry he doesn’t even need to ask you to tell him more about it.

“Growing up we spent almost every summer here. My mother inherited it and my parents decided to renovate it fully a few years ago. I wanted it to keep its charm and all the memories we have, but also get it into shape.”

“Do you have any photos of what it looked like before?” he asks and suddenly you realize it’s something you should have included in the portfolio. Harry catches how your face falls and somehow reads your expression perfectly. “I wasn’t expecting it to be included, don’t worry. I’m just curious about what parts you kept.”

“I have a few on my phone,” you breathe out, pulling your phone out of your bag. Frantically swiping back you find some old photographs from your childhood, you digitized them for your an anniversary gift for your parents last year, now they come in handy.

Without a second thought you scoot closer to him on the couch and show him the screen where you swipe through the handful of photos.

“I convinced my mom to keep the hardwood floors and the wallpapers needed to be changed, but I managed to hunt down the exact same design, so it’s new but also old,” you smile, you’re pretty proud of it, took you weeks to find it and you drove to the next state to get it yourself. “We kept a lot of the furniture in the living room, I just gave them a little makeover and I kept almost everything in the same place as before.”

The pictures also feature you and your brother as kids, as well as your parents’ younger version. Though you’ve changed quite a lot throughout the years, people always tell you how easy it is to recognize you in older photos. Harry notices as well. The last one you’re showing is of the back porch and you’re sitting on the stairs, your hair is a mess and you’re wearing a yellow sundress, one you loved wearing at the time as much as possible. You have an ice-cream in your hand and some of it is smudged around your mouth as you smile at the camera. Faintly, but you remember this day and the moment your mother snapped this particular picture. It was the last day of summer and she tried to get your mood up with the ice-cream so you wouldn’t be too blue about going home in the morning.

“I assume that’s you, right?” Harry asks, pointing at your younger self on the screen.

“Yes,” you let out an airy chuckle.

“The house looked incredible before, but I truly love what you did with it too,” he then continues, switching back to business. “I can see why it’s your favorite project.”

“Thank you,” you reply, your cheeks heating up from the compliment.

The two of you go over some more projects, Harry seems to be interested in anything and everything you say, he is impressed by what you’re showing him and as the minutes go by you slowly loosen up in his presence.

“So, what do you think?” you ask, when you get to the end of your portfolio, booklets and pictures splattered over the coffee table in front of you.

“I love what you showed me and I think that Bianca did not lie when she told me you’re the best I could find,” he smiles at you with that charm you’ve been feeling ever since you laid your eyes on him. “I had plenty of questions, now I assume you might want to ask me a few.”

“Well, B didn’t tell me much about the project you want to work on. Can you tell a bit more about that?”

“Of course. I just bought a new home and learning from my past experience it might be a better idea to furnish it with someone who knows what they’re doing,” he says with a smile that definitely hides a story, but you only have guesses what it meant. “It’s completely bare, I only have a few things I want to bring with me from my current place.”

“Do you have a budget?” you ask, and grabbing your notepad from your bag you start scribbling notes down. Harry smiles as he shakes his head no.

“No budget. Don’t worry about the money.”

Your hand that’s holding the pen stops in motion as you glance up at him, making sure you heard that right before crossing over the word “budget” in your notes.

“I have a few ideas, but I’m open to basically anything and judging from what you showed me, I know I would like anything you come up with,” he smiles. Standing up he walks over to his desk and awakening his laptop he clicks a few times before glancing up at you. “Y/N, if you’re free, I would love to give you the project.”

It surprises you. how fast he decided and didn’t even ask for time to think about it and hear out other designers. He can see the shock on your face and walking back he sits on the couch again.

“I love what you showed me, I can tell you’d take it seriously and put your heart into it. There’s nothing else I need, Y/N. I’ve only met two designers at this point and neither of them caught my attention like you did. I don’t want to waste my and your time. So, if you’re available, I’m open to start whenever you’re free.”

“I uhh–I’m definitely available and I’d be honored to take the project, Mr–erm, Harry.”

“Great, then I’ll handle the documentation, if you’re fine with that and we can meet for a more in-depth meeting, I assume you have more questions for me.”

“Yeah, I do. And it’s perfectly fine by me.”

“Amazing. As much as I would love to stretch this meeting longer, I have a call in a few minutes, I’m very sorry. But my assistant will get in contact with you about the rest.”

Nodding you quickly gather your portfolio and stuff it back into the folder in a frenzy, not wanting to make Harry late in any way, though he doesn’t seem to be in a rush. As you stand you hold the folder to your chest and follow Harry towards the door.

“Thank you so much for your time, it was a pleasure and I can’t wait to see you again,” he smiles at you as he opens the door for you and walks you out to the elevators. “If I’m correct you live with Bianca, right?”

“Yes, we share an apartment,” you nod.

“Well, when you get home and meet her, please thank her for bringing us together. It’s not the first time she helped me out and she always has a solution for me.”

“She is just that good,” you chuckle in agreement. The elevator arrives and the doors slide open.

“Thank you again, Y/N. I’ll see you soon.” Reaching into his suit jacket’s inner pocket he pulls out a business card and hands it over to you. “Call me if you have any questions, anytime.”

“Thank you,” you nod, slipping the card into your bag.

“Have a nice day, Y/N,” he calls after you as you walk into the elevator and turning around you face him one last time.

“You too, Harry,” you breathe out as the doors close and you’re taken down.

When Harry said you’d meet soon to go over your further questions you imagined that you’d have to come into his office again. Yet, now you’re just about to meet him at his current place, it’s six in the evening, definitely after business hours, so you’re a bit thrown off by it.

His current home is not far from the office building and of course, it’s just as luxurious as you expected and you can only imagine where he is moving from here.

The doorman greets you with a bright smile and when you say you’re here to see Harry, he doesn’t question who you are, just walks you over to the elevators and pushes the button for the 45th floor. Harry must have told him he was expecting a guest and for some reason it fills you with excitement, just the thought of Harry talking about you.

The elevator takes you up so fast, it’s like you teleported to his floor and when the doors slide open you’re met with a hall with two doors. Just as you step out the door on the right opens and Harry appears, no suit, just a pair of simple jeans and a black t-shirt that bares his tattooed arm you couldn’t see last time. It’s like a whole different version of him, but the warm smile he flashes you ensures he is the same man you met a few days ago.

“Y/N, hi! Come on in!” he invites you inside, holding the door open.

“Hi, thank you,” you return the smile and walking past him, you enter his private space.

It’s a modern looking, spacious apartment with a similarly amazing view of the city as his office, lots of big windows, a simple, but luxurious looking interior design, and it makes you think about what he said about his current place and how it was furnished and designed.

“Thank you for being so flexible about the time, I just simply could not fit in another meeting during the day and since I thought you might want to see the things I want to bring with myself, this seemed to be the best solution,” he explains as the two of you walk further into the apartment. It’s spotless and tidy, he definitely keeps his home organized, or has someone to do it for him. “Do you want a drink maybe? It’s after business hours, so it could be alcoholic, right?” he chuckles and you follow him into the open concept kitchen.

“Just maybe a water, please,” you smile. It’s not that you don’t drink, you just don’t trust yourself when drinking, especially around Harry.

“Alright, a water coming right away,” he nods, smirking as he opens the massive fridge. “Could you find a parking spot somewhere near? I forgot to tell you to use the garage, I have a few extra spots.”

“Oh, I don’t have a car,” you tell him and he gives you a surprised look. “I usually take the subway.”

“You’re not planning to go home by that as well, right? It’s gonna be dark out there.”

“I don’t have many other choices, I can’t really finance a cab drive every time I need to be somewhere.”

He grabs a bottled water and just nods to himself, though you can see the gears turning in his head. He pours some water into a glass and hands it to you, before suggesting to take a seat in the living room.

“Is this the interior design you did?” you ask, taking a look around. It’s not what you think would suit him, but it’s not as bad as he made it appear to be.

“Oh, no. It’s… I shared this place with my ex-girlfriend,” he tells you and your ears perk up at the personal detail he just shared.

“Ah, I see,” you hum, taking a sip from your water, pretending not to be dying to know more about him.

“The design was redone by her, so it’s all her style. We broke up a few months ago and neither of us wants to stay here. She moved out already and I’m staying just until the new place is being finished.”

“You didn’t have a saying in the design?”

“Not really. I mostly didn’t have the time to care about it and she willingly took the project into her hands. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately I don’t have any photos of the before,” he adds with a cheeky smile.

Following some chit-chatting you get down to business. You have tons of questions for Harry and he answers them all willingly. He also shows you the floorplan of the new place, arranging another meeting already so you can check it out in real life.

Hours pass by and the picture gets clearer with each crumb of information you learn about him. The project now definitely has some stronger points you can lean onto when you’ll build up the whole plan. Time flies and the next time you look at your phone to check how long you can stay without feeling like you overstayed your welcome, you realize it’s past eleven.

“Oh God, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bother you for this long,” you snap out of your comfort.

“You did not bother, it didn’t even feel like work,” he chuckles.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” you smile sheepishly as you start packing your stuff. “Can I use the restroom before I leave?”

“Of course. First door on the right down the hallway,” he instructs you.

Quickly finishing your business you take a moment to smooth out the wrinkles on your clothes and fix your hair before walking back out. Harry is now standing with his phone in hands, smiling when he looks up at you.

“Alright, I’ll head out then,” you exhale, grabbing your stuff from the couch.

“I ordered you a car already.”

“What?” you ask with wide eyes.

“I can’t just let you go home alone so late. Please, I insist!”

“Harry, you don’t have to–”

“Yeah, but I certainly want to. It’ll be here in a few minutes, I’ll walk you down.”

“Okay,” you nod, accepting defeat as the two of you walk out to the elevators. “At least let me pay for the ride.”

“Absolutely no way.”

The way he said that leaves no place for protesting so you keep your mouth shut and just go with it.

“I can’t wait to see what you come up with, Y/N. First amount will be forwarded to you by the end of the week, okay?” he says as the two of you arrive at the downstairs lobby of the building.

“Oh, yeah, that’s perfectly fine,” you nod. The amount Harry insisted on paying you when you negotiated the costs earlier is about three times of what you originally thought about and he didn’t budge when you offered to lower it. He said your time and knowledge are worth this money and he would feel bad if he didn’t pay the right amount.

He also told you the first third of the payment would be completed by the end of the week when you sign the papers and it seems like he’ll definitely keep his word.

A car parks down right in front of the building as you step outside, Harry opening the door for you like a true gentleman.

“Thank you for everything, Y/N. Have a great night and I’ll see you soon,” he smiles as you’re about to get into the car.

“Thank you too. See you soon,” you nod with a shy smile. He shuts the door when you’re inside and he waves after you once the driver starts driving to the address you just told him.

Over the course of the next week you spend every waking moment working on this project. Your room turns into a full time office as well as 80% of the dining table. The remaining space is just enough so Bianca can eat her breakfast in the morning while you’re already working before she even leaves.

You want everything to be perfect, down to the smallest bit. The trust Harry has placed in you is something you simply can’t afford to waste, this is the base of your business. If he likes your work he might recommend you to some of his friends or partners and you can build a clientele then.

You’re more nervous when you present your plan to Harry than you were at your last college exam. You made a board, several digital designs, floorplans and basically anything that could help him visualize what you had in mind.

He loves it. All of it.

When you ask him if there’s anything he would want to change he can’t bring a thing up.

“I’m blown away, Y/N. It’s perfect, really,” he tells you and it feels like every weight you’ve been carrying on your shoulders is now lifted and you can finally breathe.

So then starts the actual, physical work.

Harry is willing to pay any amount to get things done as fast as possible, so you get him the best team to do the needed construction work in his new penthouse. In just a couple of days you get the base of the home to the level where you can start with the designing as well.

It’s a Friday evening when you’re still at the penthouse, working on arranging some decoration on the massive built-in shelves in the living room, the workers have already finished for the day so it’s just you in your yoga pants and an oversized shirt that’s one of your most comfortable ones, definitely not an outfit you’d normally meet with anyone besides Bianca, probably.

So when you hear the elevator doors open, signaling that someone has arrived, you jump in surprise. With a vase in one hand and your printed digital design of the shelving in the other you watch Harry walk in, carrying a takeout bag along with his laptop bag.

“Sorry to drop by unannounced, but I was in the neighborhood and thought I would check out how things are going,” he smiles as you put the vase down and shove the print back into the stack on the coffee table that arrived just earlier that day.

“It’s your house, you can come and go whenever you want,” you tell him, wiping your palms into your pants as he walks up to you. He must have come from work, he’s wearing his usual fitted suit in royal blue this time, and he looks ridiculously good, as always. You kind of want to dig yourself a hole, looking like this next to him, but it doesn’t seem to be bothering him at all as he places the bag to the coffee table, looking around with an excited smirk adorning his handsome features.

“I could give you a tour,” you offer, folding your arms over your chest.

“Do you want me to see it half-done?”

“Well… my original plan was to show it to you when it’s fully done,” you admit and that’s all he needed.

“Alright, then I’ll just stay right here. I brought food, have you eaten?”

“Uh, I had a sandwich in the afternoon…”

“Then I’ll take it as a no,” he smiles, moving over to the massive couch that’s already put together in the living room area, luckily.

“Harry, there’s no need–” you try to protest, but as always, he cuts you off again.

“No need, but I want to. Come on, I haven’t been able to consult with you properly all week, so we can catch up.”

He brought some Italian, and it seems like he was expecting to find you here, because he brought food enough for two people. Since there aren’t any plates or cutlery yet, you eat straight from the box with the wooden forks the restaurant packed for the order.

“You’re working extremely fast, Y/N. I’m surprised I’m seeing this much progress to be honest,” he comments, digging into his pasta.

“You said you want it done as soon as possible,” you shrug.

“When do you think you’ll be done with everything?”

Taking a deep breath you look around as you go over everything that needs to be finished. There’s not much left, but some of the furniture will be delivered only next week, so you have to wait for those.

“I would say… next weekend.” Harry’s eyebrows rise at your estimation and then it’s followed by a nod of appreciation.

“Y/N, you impress me every day. But I don’t want you to overwork yourself, it’s past eight in the evening and you’re still here. No one is expecting you to be home on time?”

“Only Bianca,” you admit with a chuckle. “But she is a workaholic too, so she might not even notice my absence.”

“Just your roommate? No dates?” You can’t help but scoff at his question.

“Exactly. No dates.”

Ever since you parted ways with Vincent you haven’t been in the mood to think about getting yourself out to the dating field and then you didn’t even have time to think about it, putting every free hour of your life into this project.

“That sounded like you had some not too pleasant experiences,” he hums, peeking at you curiously.

“Let’s just say, that a certain guy ruined my willingness to enter the dating scene again for a while.”

“Well, I apologize in the name of every male, then,” he says, hoping to earn at least a tiny smile, and it happens, so he feels like he succeeded. “So, I never asked how you know Bianca.”

“We went to the same high school. She somehow befriended me, don’t ask me how it happened and then we ended up going to the same college, moved in together and we haven’t been able to let go of each other since then.”

“So you have quite the history together, huh?”

“I guess you could say that,” you nod with a chuckle. “How about you?”

“How do I know Bianca?”

“Yeah.”

You never asked her this detail, but now you definitely want to know if they have hooked up before, because then you’ll force yourself to never even think about Harry outside of business thoughts. You respect the Girl Code.

“We met at a conference about two years ago. Somehow got into a conversation and I was in need of some legal help around that time, so she recommended me her boss. We kept in touch, I often go to their firm when I need the help of some outsiders, since I have my own legal team at the company, but it’s nice to get some fresh people involved in some projects.”

“Ah, I see,” you nod, processing the information.

“Not what you expected to hear?” he asks with a smirk as he tilts his head.

“Well, it’s just that some of B’s connections… she tends to make them in unorthodox ways,” you try to explain, in no way meaning to judge your friend.

“We never hooked up, if that’s what you meant by that,” he chuckles and heat crawls up your neck to your cheeks and ears. “We’re strictly friends, sometimes business partners. That’s it.”

“Alright, I have no judgment at all.”

He smiles before returning his attention to his food. You eat in silence for a while before he breaks it next.

“So, do you have a next project after this one?”

“Erm, no, not really,” you admit. You feel like you can be honest with him at this point and drop the professional act. “You are actually my first client, so I’m not quite popular just yet.”

“I’m your first client?” he asks with genuine shock on his face.

“Yeah, I recently quit my job at Ikea. I was a designer for the displays, you know, those fake rooms and little apartments you see on the first floor.”

“You worked on those? You designed them?”

“Yes,” you nod with a soft chuckle. “But I knew I didn’t want to do it for too long and then I had an argument with my boss and got fed up so I quit before coming up with a plan. Bianca said she’d help me out and that’s when you came into the picture.”

“I wouldn’t have thought you just started it. You work so fast and efficiently, I mean it’s obvious you haven’t been doing this for a decade, but you didn’t come off as a rookie.”

This is the best compliment he could give you. You feared possible clients wouldn’t take you seriously because you were just starting the business, but if Harry thought that upon meeting you, it seems like you had nothing to worry about.

“So, no next project then?”

“Not yet,” you shake your head.

“Well… I have news for you then.”

Your eyes widen as you look up at him, a cheeky grin stretched across his face as he places his food box down to the table to give you his undivided attention, so you do the same, unsure what he’s about to tell you.

“If you agree to do it, I want you to design the new office we’re opening soon for the marketing department. They are moving into a separate building, because we plan to eventually turn it into an independent agency, and I have discussed it with the board and we would love to give the project to you.”

“What?!” you breathe out in disbelief. “I-I don’t—that’s… Harry, you don’t have to do it just because I don’t have anything else after this.”

“Up until a minute ago I didn’t know that,” he points out with a warm smile. “And I actually had no power over the decision. I presented your portfolio along with two others I chose, no names, no nothing, they just voted on which one they liked the best. Yours won.”

You stare back at him, total loss of words as you wrap your head around the news you just received. Doing the penthouse was already a good start, but designing a whole office building would skyrocket you into more and more projects, there’s no doubt. And you didn’t even have to ask for Harry’s help, he did it voluntarily.

Touched by the gesture, you can’t stop yourself before you throw your arms around him and hug him tight. Your reaction surprises him at first, but a moment later he wraps his arms around you as well, pulling you close to him.

Then you realize that it might have crossed a line, so you pull back, clearing your throat.

“Sorry… I just… thank you, Harry. Really,” you breathe out, fixing yourself up quickly.

“No need to thank me. You’re good at what you do, it’s a fact.”

You stop yourself from thanking him over and over again, but your look says it all. And that’s enough for Harry.

You finish the penthouse in time and have the big reveal just like you planned it. Harry’s jaw is on the floor the whole time you walk him through his new home, showing him every tiny detail you put into the project with him on your mind.

It’s perfect from the bottom to the top and though Harry was already impressed by your work, now he is completely blown and he keeps telling you that as you wrap up the paperwork to end the project, however you both know it’s not the end of your work together, because meetings about the office building are starting next week.

“What are you doing tonight, Y/N?” he asks when you’re just about to leave.

“Uh, probably just gonna watch a movie with Bianca,” you chuckle, shrugging.

“Would you two like to join me and some of my friends for some drinks? I have a table reserved at my favorite place and I would love to thank you for your work here.”

“No need to thank, you already paid for it,” you add chuckling.

“But this deserves more,” he gestures around, his eyes trailing to the massive windows watching over the city, one of your favorite thing about the place, even though you had nothing to do with that. “And Bianca deserves a thank you for recommending you to me too. Please, be my guests for this one night.”

“Okay,” you breathe out, unable to resist his charm. You’re convinced he could make you do anything with just a few looks and a smile.

“Great,” he beams and pulls you into a hug when you reach the elevator. “I’ll text you the details and I’ll see you tonight!”

“Bye, Harry,” you nod as the two of you part and you step into the elevator, staring at each other until the doors slide closed.

Just a couple of hours later you find yourself at a bar you would probably never go to if it was your choice, it’s obviously way too high end to you, but Harry made it clear no one is spending money tonight except him.

Bianca made you wear a dress you’ve been keeping in your closet for probably years. You never felt the confidence to wear it, finding it too revealing for your appearance, but tonight you changed your mind and took the risk.

Walking into the bar you throw one last look at your reflection in the mirrors lining the walls, the dress wraps around your body way tighter than what you’re used to, making it impossible to hide your true figure. For a moment you second guess your choice and contemplate going back home and changing, but it’s too late for that. At least your cleavage looks good, thanks to your best bra you chose to wear for tonight.

Harry spots you from across the place and his lips part as he watches you approach him, barely even noticing Bianca next to you, which is quite a rare occurrence. You’re not typically the one to be in the center of attention, but you definitely are when it comes to Harry.

“Wow, ladies, you both look amazing!” he compliments, kissing Bianca’s cheeks in a friendly manner before he turns to you and pulls you into a hug for your surprise. The way his hand slides over your spine and down to the small of your back makes your knees turn into jelly, but you manage to stay stood.

“Thank you,” you breathe out as you let go of each other. He is wearing another pair of fitted pants and a white shirt without a jacket this time, the first few buttons undone on his shirt, revealing part of his chest and the necklace you’ve caught a glimpse of before.

You join the circle of his friends, everyone seems incredibly friendly and open and you try your best to remember the names. Drinks keep coming whenever you finish one, but you keep it slow and steady, not wanting to make a fool out of yourself. Throughout the night you catch Harry’s eyes lingering on you several times and you just nervously smile at him before averting your gaze.

“Someone is into you,” Bianca teases you leaning closer so only you can hear her words.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” you shake your head, taking the straw of your drink into your mouth and sipping on it to keep yourself busy. Why would he be into you when there are several prettier and thinner women around. It’s hard for you to believe that someone would took interest in you when Bianca is sitting right next to you.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom, be right back,” you let B know as you stand from the table and head to the restrooms.

When you’re washing your hand, you take a good look at yourself in the mirror. The outfit makes you feel exposed and you can’t help but spot everything you’d want to change on yourself. Think about how much better you’d look in it if you lost a few pounds, if your arms were thinner and your tummy flatter.

You force yourself to stop before you lose all of your confidence, so turning away from your reflection you head out to return to the table and numb your thoughts with the conversation going on and preferably some more drinks.

As you walk past the bar you almost trip and fall when you spot a familiar face sitting on one of the stools. Vincent is nursing a drink just a few feet away from you, but he’s not alone. There’s a tall, thin woman next to him, one hand on the counter, the other one on his thigh, suggestively scratching her nails over the inside of it.

It’s obvious she is either the woman he intended to send the picture to or maybe another hookup he kept while dating you. Your heart drops seeing the way he looks at her, because you never saw a hunger this kind in his eyes when you were with him. He’s almost devouring her with just his looks and it feels like you’re being stabbed in the chest.

You want to leave, from the bar, from the face of Earth before he notices you, but you’re out of luck. Vincent spots you, a surprised look on his face as you look away in an instant and try to escape, only to bump against a hard, muscular chest.

“Everything alright?” Harry’s hand come to your arms to steady you. He saw you look upset and wanted to check in on you, but now as he sees your expression from up close he is even more worried.

“Yeah, I mean no—I just…” you stutter and before you could give him an explanation, Vincent walks up to the two of you.

“Y/N?”

“Fuck,” you mumble before turning to face him. “Vin, hi!”

“I saw you, but thought it’s not quite a place you like to come to, so I wasn’t sure.”

“You’re right, it’s not my usual place, so I guess that’s why you’re here with someone,” you snicker back, surprising not just Vincent, but yourself with the venom your tone carried. Harry doesn’t need more to realize who he is facing right now, the anger crawling up his spine is hard to control as he thinks about what Vincent could possibly do to hurt you.

But he manages to put it aside and out of the blue he takes the lead. He curls an arm around your waist, pulling you to his side as he flashes a sweet, sugarcoated smile at Vincent.

“I think we haven’t had the chance to meet yet. I’m Harry,” he holds out a hand for him and Vincent is seemingly shocked by the scene, his eyes keep snapping to Harry’s hold on your waist.

“Um, Vincent. Are you two together or something?”

You open your mouth, but Harry beats you with the answer.

“Yes. And I’m the luckiest guy in the city she chose me,” he says, eyes meeting yours as the words roll off his tongue. “Seems like you know her well, so then you know she is the absolute best, right?”

There’s something passive aggressive in his tone, something threatening as he stares back at Vincent who for sure can feel how far behind he is compared to Harry.

The woman from the bar walks over to Vincent and wraps around him like a clingy koala bear, eyeing you with a challenging look, she doesn’t even try to introduce herself.

“I’m getting bored, babe,” she whines to Vincent and you can’t stop yourself from rolling your eyes.

“Not gonna keep you up longer, we have some celebrating to do too,” Harry smiles at them, squeezing you to his side. “It was nice meeting you two, whatever your names are,” he shrugs as he simply pulls you away and your eyes widen at his last comment, but don’t say a word, just walk away with him.

But instead of returning to the table he walks you out to back of the place where people usually disappear to have a smoke. When he finds a peaceful corner, he turns to face you.

“It was him, right?”

“Yes,” you nod, feeling the tears stinging the back of your eyes.

“What did he do exactly?”

“He… He sent me a picture of the lingerie he bought for some other girl, maybe that was her, I don’t know. I just know it wasn’t meant for me, because… Because the sizing definitely couldn’t fit me.”

It feels like you’re dipping yourself in acid, admitting it all to Harry and talking about your insecurities to him. And now that you started, you want to unload more of what you’ve been keeping bottled inside.

“I mean, I would choose her over me too. He would be stupid to settle with me when he can get women like her,” you chuckle bitterly, and it’s the last straw for Harry.

“That’s it, you’re coming home with me, we’re gonna get things straight in that pretty head of yours,” he says and taking your hand he pulls you back inside.

It all happens so fast, Harry tells the rest of the group that the two of you are leaving and before you could even get a word out, you’re sitting in his car, on your way to his place.

When you arrive he helps you out of the car, his hand wrapping around yours and he doesn’t let go as you cross the lobby of the building, marching up to the elevator. The way up to the penthouse is silent, but only verbally. Harry’s hand remains wrapped around yours, his thumb keeps brushing over the back of your hand, squeezing it from time to time. You can’t tell what’s gonna happen now, not after the evening and the shocking turn it took, but you know you wouldn’t be anywhere else now.

The elevator arrives and the doors slide open, Harry’s familiar home welcomes you. The lights are out and you expect him to turn them on, but he just pulls you inside in the dark, towards the windows that are now showing you the incredible night sky of the city. Without a word Harry walks you to the window and then stops, turning you towards the sight, standing behind you.

“Tell me what you see, Y/N,” he then says, his voice coming from right next to your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

“I see the city. The buildings, the lights…” you softly answer, eyes glued to the picture in front of you, while your mind keeps circling back to his close proximity.

“Do you find it beautiful?”

“Yes,” you nod shortly and involuntarily lean back, your backside meeting his chest, but instead of pulling away you stay. What’s more, his hands find your waist, the warm touch of his palms reminding you of what it felt like when he pulled you into his hold when you were talking to Vincent.

“Now take a better look. Do you find anything you don’t like in this sight?”

“Yes,” you answer again.

“Tell me, what are these things?” You feel his nose brushing against your hair and you almost instantly forget his question biting back a moan, his front still pressed against your back.

“I see… I see chimneys and messy rooftops… some graffiti…” It’s hard to focus, but you keep your eyes on the skyline and try to find more things that aren’t that beautiful. “I see into a few messy rooms through the windows…”

“It’s not perfect, right?” he hums, his fingers gently stroking your waist as he talks.

“No,” you shake your head.

“But it’s still beautiful, something you admire and love looking at, right, Y/N?”

As the words roll off his tongue you realize what it’s about, your breath hitching as your heart starts racing. Harry notices the change in you and his hands squeeze your waist to earn your attention back.

“Yes,” you breathe out, barely more than just a whisper.

“Stay right here,” he tells you and a moment later he disappears from behind you, your body instantly aching to feel his closeness again. You hear his footsteps move away from you and a few seconds later he turns all the lights on. The sudden brightness turns the windows into mirrors, the city lights fading as the inside of the penthouse appears in front of you mirrored, along with your standing figure. Your eyes spot Harry walking back to you until he takes his previous spot, but this time he keeps his hands to himself as his gaze catches yours in the mirror.

“You’re beautiful, Y/N. When I look at you, I see the most breathtaking woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on and I want you to see this beauty too. Look at yourself,” he tells you and you force your focus to move to yourself. “Do you see things on yourself that you don’t like?”

“Yes,” you answer right away.

“But that doesn’t mean you’re not beautiful. All those things make you who you are and when you see it as a whole, you shouldn’t see them, only the beauty.”

Your lips tremble and tears are dwelling in your eyes. No one has ever said anything like this to you and even if someone did, you wouldn’t have believed. But with Harry, you know he meant every single word. You’ve been battling with your looks for so long, beating yourself up for not being pretty enough, thin enough, attractive enough, making yourself believe that no one would ever look at you like you’ve seen other girls being looked at. The envy, jealousy and hurt you had to deal with your whole life never let you see yourself as Harry made you.

“Hey,” he softly murmurs, turning you around when he sees your teary eyes. He takes your face in his palms, worried he might have said something that hurt you. “Talk to me, did I say something that upset you?”

“No,” you breathe out, your hands coming up to wrap around his wrists as you finally look up into his eyes. “I just… You meant it?”

“All of it,” he answers without hesitation. “Do you want to know what I thought when I first saw you?” he asks with a tiny, cheeky smile as he wipes your tears away with his thumbs, his hands remain holding your face.

“At your office?”

“Yeah. I walked out and you were standing there, staring at the art on the wall, your head tilted as you were trying to make out the painting. You wore that dress and I just took a few moments, staring at you, because I was in awe. I thought… I thought wow! This woman could easily be the end of me and she hasn’t even looked at me!”

You can’t help but laugh at how he recalls his thoughts and the sound of it is making his heart soar.

“That first time, I had to try so hard to stay professional and not make it obvious how attracted I was to you. The way you talked about renovating your parents’ weekend house, I was drinking up every word, you talked so passionately and it just made me fall for you even more.”

“I was so fucking nervous,” you admit, leaning into his touch.

“Yeah?” he chuckles softly. “I made you nervous?” he asks with a hint of pride in his words.

“Of course,” you nod. “I saw you and then… I wanted to be professional so you’d choose me, but I was also very into you at the same time.”

“Really? So you wouldn’t have minded if I flirted with you?”

“No, but I would have probably turned into a giggling little girl,” you admit grinning.

“I’m sure I would have loved it,” he hums and leaning closer he nudges his nose against yours, your whole body buzzing to be touched and worshipped by him or at least you need him to kiss you before you pass out from excitement. “I’m sorry your ex made you upset tonight, it’s not what I planned.”

“He’s not my ex,” you correct him.

“How come?”

“He never wanted to be in a committed relationship with me, I guess I was never good enough for him,” you tell him with a shrug, your hands moving from his wrists to his waist where you fist his shirt, wrinkling the expensive fabric, but you couldn’t care less.

Harry doesn’t like this answer. At all. The thought of you with Vincent was driving him crazy all evening, but now that he knows he treated you like this is just the last straw. Vincent is lucky he is not around, because Harry wouldn’t be able to hold himself back and not punch him in the face.

Growling, he slides his hands from your cheeks to your neck, tilting your head up by the chin with his thumbs so you’re staring right up at him. Your lips part and Harry's eyes are mesmerized by the view of having you like this, in his hold.

“Let me show you what you deserve, baby,” he breathes out before the dam breaks.

Hunger takes over him and he presses his lips against yours as if his life depended on it. His kiss is demanding and heated, but you’re returning it with just as much enthusiasm, the feel of his perfect lips against yours seals the weeks worth of pining that’s behind you. Like two puzzle pieces, you click perfectly and the moan that bubbles from your chest when his tongue pushes past your lips destroys the last bits of Harry’s self-control.

His hands move from your neck, fingers brushing against the swell of your breasts before they reach your waist and dig into the soft flesh, pulling you flush against him while he keeps kissing you, claiming your lips as his.

One hand remains on your waist, while the other moves to your ass and he wastes no time taking a handful of it, squeezing and feeling the curve of it up shamelessly. He loves how it fits perfectly into his palm, it’s so soft and bounces with every movement.

You circle your arms around his waist, nails scratching his back over the fabric of his shirt and you wish there was nothing between your palm and his skin. When his lips move down to your jawline, then your throat, kissing and biting you on their way, he starts walking forward, backing you until your backside hits the cold glass of the window. Gasping your back arches and Harry uses the opportunity to bury his face into your breasts, giving in to the desire he felt every time his eyes wandered down to your cleavage in this dress throughout the night. He’s losing his mind, licking, kissing, biting and sucking your exposed skin wherever he can reach, inhaling your sweet scent that was intoxicating enough when he wasn’t this close to you.

The difference between how Harry is all over you and how Vincent treated you when you were intimate is astronomical. Normally your thoughts would be revolving around everything that could go wrong, how you might be looking, your flaws and imperfections that could ruin the experience, but they are now locked and forgotten in the back of your head.

Harry makes you feel so wanted like no one did before. You see the genuine passion and hunger in his eyes, all of it just for you and for once in your life, you feel confident enough to be fully present in the moment.

His right hand moves to your left thigh and he urges you to lift it up, his hold grabbing the back of your knee as his hips press against yours in a whole new and tighter way now, your soaking wet pussy rubbing against his thigh in this position.

His lips return to yours, kissing you like it’s been decades since the last time you locked lips, it’s impossible to tell where he ends and where you begin. He loves the feel of your breasts and tummy pressed against him, the way you’re involuntarily rolling your hips to create some friction for your pleasure, how you keep moaning when his hands touch you in a new area. He is convinced he is losing his mind, but if this is the way his life ends, then he’ll go as a happy man.

“You’re fucking perfect, Y/N. Inside and out. Let me show you just how much I love this body of yours! Let me show you your worth!” he begs, his words muffled against your lips, but you understand every single one and they make your core throb even more.

“Please!” is all you manage to get out, your own desires taking control over your mind and body.

Harry wastes no time. Pulling back he moves you away from the window just enough so he can reach the zipper of your dress at the back, the fabric instantly loosening around your form before falling to the floor. He steps back, his eyes roaming your body and you’ve never felt more exposed and vulnerable, people you’ve been with usually didn’t take the time to even take a good look at you and you got used to the rush that usually comes with sex. But Harry is different.

As his eyes return to your gaze you see the adoration and awe in them, you could get addicted to the way he looks at you and then he takes it even further.

He drops to his knees, his hands grabbing onto your ass again as he starts to kiss every inch of your exposed thighs, devouring you completely and shamelessly.

“Harry!” you moan, when his head pushes between your legs and he kisses your clothes pussy over the fabric of your underwear, one hand grabbing onto his unruly curls, the other one slapping against the glass to find leverage and balance.

“I want to taste you, Y/N, can I? I want you to come with my head between your thighs,” he growls, looking up at you with begging eyes and you can only nod.

Needing nothing more, he pulls back just enough so he can pull your underwear off of you, making you stand against the glass almost completely naked, your bare ass facing the city as Harry moves back, helping you place your left leg over his shoulder so he has better access to you.

The moment his mouth comes in contact with your throbbing pussy, he moans as if he was eating the best meal he has ever tasted. He licks through between your lips until turning his attention to your sensitive clit, kissing and sucking on the bud so perfectly, you start to think it’s not his first time pleasing you.

“Oh my God, right there!” you gasp out when he finds a spot that sends jolts of pleasure through your body and he loves how vocal you are, telling him exactly what he’s doing right.

When he replaces his tongue with his fingers and moves a bit further, you already know you won’t last too long. It’s been building up inside you for so long and having him like this, on his knees, face buried in your pussy, it sends you over the edge way faster than anything else ever could.

His tongue pushes into you just as his fingers move exactly how you like to be played with and your head falls back against the glass, his name rolling off your tongue over and over again as your orgasm washes over you just a couple of moments later. He doesn’t slow down, keeps going with the same movements with his eyes glued to your blissful expression, helping you ride out your orgasm to the fullest.

When you come down, he presses a kiss to the inside of each of your thighs before standing up and he keeps eye contact while licking his fingers and smirks at you. Just the sight of this scene turns you on again and you can’t believe he got you to want to go for more so fast.

“You think you can take more, baby? Because I’m not done with you just yet,” he murmurs, kissing you in a slower and softer manner than before.

“Yes, but it’s your turn now,” you answer, a bit out of breath, a lazy smile tugging on your swollen lips. Harry exhales sharply through his nose before diving in for another kiss.

You pull away from the window and without breaking the kiss, you unbutton his shirt until you can tug it off of him, revealing his bare, tattooed upper body that looks just as mouthwatering as you imagined before. Now it’s your turn to ogle him and he is seemingly enjoying the attention you’re giving him. With some delicate touches you run your fingers over some of the designs on his chest and then the butterfly on his stomach before leaning in and kissing him everywhere your fingers danced over his skin. When your lips brush over the necklace you’ve eyed before, you take the cross pendant between your teeth and gently tug on it, keeping eye contact with him and you see his eyes darken at the sight alone.

You let go of the pendant and lean in for a kiss while your hands work on the button and zipper of his pants. During the process you can’t help but palm his bulging erection through his pants, a desperate moan from him melting against your lips.

And now it’s your turn to get on your knees.

You have no idea if you can be seen from outside, if someone is now watching you kneel in front of him as you take his cock out, but at this point, you don’t care. It seems as if he is even into being seen, that he’s enjoying the possibility of someone witnessing the passionate scene blossoming between the two of you.

Well, if someone is watching you, they are in for a show for sure. As Harry’s pants and underwear pool around his ankles you take his hard cock in your hand before licking a long stripe up from the base to the top, taking the head between your lips as you suck on it gently, teasing him a bit.

“For fuck’s sake, Y/N, you have no idea how perfect you look with your lips wrapped around my dick,” he grunts, one hand cupping the back of your head, gently pushing it as you take about half of his cock into your mouth.

He’s massive, but you’re determined to please him just as good as he did with you. You start bobbing your head, focusing to keep your gag reflex under control, taking more and more of him with each movement. One hand is wrapped around his base, covering the inches you can’t fit into your mouth, while the other one comes up to play with his balls, hoping to push him towards the edge fast and hard.

“You’re taking me so well, baby, just like that!” he moans when you can almost fit his whole length and when you pull back you take a deep breath and going in again you deepthroat him fully, keeping him down for as long as you possibly can, the muscles of his thighs jump and flex and you feel like he’s close so you pick up your pace and start sucking him even harder than before.

“Oh my God!” he grunts, his hand grabbing a fistful of your hair and about a moment later he comes right into your mouth, hot spurts of cum hitting the back of your throat and he realizes he didn’t even ask if you were alright with him finishing in your mouth. “Y/N, you don’t have to–” he starts, but as you pull back with a pop you just place a hand to his hip shaking your head before swallowing every drop.

He helps you up from the floor, your knees are aching already, but it all vanishes into nothing when he kisses you with so much gratitude and passion that it makes your toes curl.

“You’re incredible,” he murmurs against your lips. “Fucking incredible.”

He is not bothered that he is fully and you’re almost fully naked. standing in front of the windows, all he cares about is you.

“Let’s move to the bedroom,” he suggests and taking your hand he pulls you down the hallway on your right, straight towards the master bedroom. When you were designing it, you felt like an outsider, as if you weren’t supposed to be there, at the place where Harry will spend some of his most intimate moments.

Now you’re part of those moments.

He pulls you in for more kisses as you walk into the room, backing you towards the bed while his hand slyly works on the clasp of your bra, the last remaining clothing item you’re wearing. The straps loosen on your shoulders and he frees from the garment in one swift motion, baring you fully to his greedy eyes.

Being seen fully naked has been one of your biggest insecurities. All the extra weight, the rolls, the dips, your tummy, your not at all toned arms and legs and your breasts that are not quite as perky as you’d like them, they all worried you before when the clothes came off of you.

But not this time, not with Harry looking at you like a deadly predator, ready to devour you completely.

“Lay down for me, Y/N,” he tells you and you obey him with no hesitation as you climb onto the bed and lie down, eyes glued to his tall frame at the end of the bed. He stands there in his naked glory, one hand wrapped around his cock that’s hard again already and he takes his sweet time looking at you before deciding to join you.

He climbs over you until he frames your head with his arms, lips capturing yours in a deep, needy kiss, his cock pressing against your thigh as his hips sink down. You’re desperate for him, to have him fill you up entirely, but he has other plans before that could happen.

His lips travel down to your chest, sloppy kisses placed on your heated skin wherever he can reach you, then he takes your hardened nipple between his teeth and tugs on it gently, with just enough hardness to make you moan in pleasure, your back arching at the rush of sensation it sends down your spine.

“Your moans are like honey, so sweet and keeps me stuck to you.”

He moves down your body, one kiss after the other, all over your stomach, your stretch marks around your hips and then on the insides of your thighs. Sitting back to his heels then he pushes your knees apart, spreading you open entirely, his gaze practically burning over your naked body.

“I love the art you hung up above the bed,” he starts nodding towards the painting you chose to decorate the wall above his bed, “but I might change it to a picture of you, spread out like this. It’s fucking gorgeous, Y/N.”

“No picture, but you can see it anytime you want,” you manage to speak up through your rigged breathing.

Harry grunts in approval at your words before climbing on top of you again, his lips smashing against yours as the tip of his cock nudges at your sensitive clit.

“Harry, please!” you beg against his mouth and he almost comes just from hearing it.

“Condom?” he questions, already reaching to the side, but you pull his hand back shaking your head.

“I’m on the pill, I want to feel you. I want to feel you raw.”

“Fuck, you’ll be the death of me,” he growls before moving a hand between your legs, teasing you a bit with his fingers to make sure you’re ready to take him.

Then he wraps his palm around his base and slowly pushes into you, inch by inch, filling you up as total bliss washes over the both of you. When his full length is inside, he stop for a few seconds, waits for you to get adjusted to his size and also to pull himself together and not come right away like a teenager at his first time. When he feels like it’s safe, he slowly starts moving, in and out, gliding so nicely as he starts to pick up his pace until he finds the perfect rhythm.

Your hands are groping at his back, nails sinking into the massive muscles and you’re definitely not holding back your moans every time he hits that one spot that makes you see stars.

“I want to see you on top, baby,” he tells you, his lips smeared over yours messily.

“Okay,” you breathe out and the next thing you know is that he turns the two of you over, you settle on his lap, thighs locking on each side of his hips.

Being on top is usually not your favorite thing to do, it puts you in the focus way too much, but when you see the way Harry looks at you, his hands grabbing onto your hips, you get just the right amount of confidence boost to go for it.

“How do you like it?” you ask, eager to please him.

“Do whatever feels good for you and I assure you I’ll like it, baby. Use me however you want.”

Whimpering you start rolling your hips, hands on his toned abs to keep your balance and judging from the deep, guttural moan that leaves his lips, it’s pretty obvious he does enjoy it. Doing as he told, you just keep moving in ways that make you feel the best, enjoying having control over a man like Harry, though you don’t last too long on energy, your previous orgasm has worn you out and you can’t keep up with the pace you want to go in.

“Hold onto the bedframe, baby, I’ll take the lead,” he tells you and nodding you lean forward, grabbing onto the frame, your chest right above his face, granting him an amazing view of your breasts as he strengthens his hold on your hips and starts fucking up into you.

It’s wild, it’s raw and so fucking mind-blowing, your eyes roll to the back of your head as you scream from the sensation, your orgasm rapidly nearing now.

“Come on, Y/N, cum on my cock! Let me feel your grip!” he pants, obviously close as well and all you can do is keep screaming his name until you finally break.

You come so hard, your breath gets pushed out of your lungs from the impact of your pleasure washing over you. Your walls clench around Harry’s cock and he feels you pulse around him, that’s what pushes him over the edge too. Falling out of his rhythm he thrusts up into you a few more times, hard and long, his chest heaving as you let go of the bedframe and collapse on top of him.

His arms wrap around you in an instant and he rolls you onto the mattress, pulling out of you slowly, though you still grunt in disapproval.

“I know baby, I’m sorry,” he hums, kissing your lips gently before falling to his side next to you, his hand cupping your cheek as he caresses it gently.

You stay like that for a while, completely worn out, but equally satisfied until Harry gets up and suggests to take a shower before you fall asleep. Unwillingly, but you follow him to his bathroom where the two of you share a steamy, relaxing shower in the massive walk-in shower you never knew you’d use when you chose. It’s all about soft kisses, tender touches and so much intimacy in such a normal, everyday task.

When you’re fresh and clean you both fall back into bed, Harry pulls you into his embrace and becomes the big spoon, his body melting against yours from behind. His hand is on your stomach and without even noticing, you suck it in to make it appear flatter, but he hums in disapproval.

“Just relax, baby. Nothing to hide, nothing to be ashamed of,” he tells you, pressing a chaste kiss to your shoulder as you loosen up your tensed muscles. “There you go.”

“Sorry,” you mumble.

“No worries. Now get some sleep, because I intend to get between those gorgeous thighs of yours in the morning first thing after I wake up,” he warns you, his spicy promise bringing you the sweetest of dreams.

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When Night Comes- four

Summary: Who would win in a staring contest? New York’s resident mob boss and master of the side eye Bucky Barnes or the daycare teacher who really wants to go home and smoke?

pairing: Mob!Bucky Barnes x reader

warnings: cursing, mentions of blood drinking, creepy cab driver

word count: 3.2k

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Tag list: @vickie5446 @cakesandtom @buckybarnessimpp @hidden-treasures21 @unaxv @mal-adaptive-dreams @elizacusi-blog

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Ping.

A groan rips through her body as she blindly searches for her phone while it vibrates on the coffee table. Reaching across to the table, her upper half falls off the couch with a thud and another groan (this time one of pain) rings out. The phone ceases its dance on the table when her alarm stops and she just slides off the couch entirely in her sleepy state, laying on the floor in a heap of blankets as she opens her phone. As she guessed there are missed calls and unopened texts from Bucky but the text that isn’t from him stands out.

Bravery should’ve been her last name for attempting to steal her away for a date the same night that Bucky had one planned. Well key word is had and since it is no longer on the books, accepting an invite from Yelena doesn’t seem like the worst idea she has ever had. A certain recent ex would be the worst idea she’s ever had but that’s a story for another time. At the moment, responding with “sounds good” as she struggles to stand amidst the blankets to get ready for the day are her only tasks in mind.

Blackbear streams from under the bathroom door along side steam letting her know that Jessica is also getting ready and will probably make them both late if Sunny doesn’t demand she get out right now.

“Jess!” she calls but gets no response.

“Jess!” she tries a little louder before pounding in the door, “Jessica Lee Reyes get out of the shower! Other people need hot water too!”

Her laugher overpowers the sound of the water and music as it all comes to an abrupt stop and she swings the door open.

“Calm your tits. I was literally about to get out,” she says as she slides past Sunny, a fog of steam following after her, “Did Bucky ever stop texting you last night?”

“Uh yeah,” Sunny’s voice is barely audible thanks to the fan but Jessica still hears.

“Thank god. I almost blocked him for you. I really hate that guys can’t take a hint sometimes.”

“Yelena texted me though. She either is really lucky or knew that I canceled on him because she wants to go out tonight.”

Before she disappears entirely into her room, Jessica freezes with glee at the mention of the blonde’s name, “Oh she did? And what did you say?” “Yes.”

“Thank Jesus! I’m so glad you’re finally starting to put my hard work to good use.” “Yeah, yeah whatever,” sarcasm is not uncommon with her but it’s extra thick when Jessica is around and even more so when it comes to debating Sunny’s love life.

“I’m dressing you and you have absolutely no say.”

Sunny chuckles to herself while she strips off to get into the shower. Only god will be able to save her from whatever outfit Jess has in mind for her.

The moment they had ended their second shift at 6pm, Jessica all but dragged her back to her apartment to get ready for her date with Yelena. She may not have been freaking out about it outwardly, every fiber of her being is on fire with anticipation of what the night has to bring. All Yelena told her was that she’d be there at 7 and that they’d be going out, other than that, she is in the dark and at the mercy of Jessica’s interpretation of ‘going out’. Her definition included putting Sunny in baggy black cargo pants and a black corset because “what’s hotter than the big pants and little top combo?” as she put it.

“As hot as I might look, do you really think this is appropriate? Going out could mean so many things and wha…”

Jessica presses a finger to her lips, “I know Yelena and when she says going out, she means clubbing so this is… actually maybe you’re right. I think you need a skirt instead, ya know small bottoms, small top is better anyways.”

She leaves Sunny at her vanity staring at her reflection as she searches for that one skirt she swears will be the perfect addition. The woman at the vanity on the other hand, is mentally tearing herself to bits as she inspects every inch of herself that can be seen in the mirror. No matter how hard she tries, Bucky comes flooding back to the forefront of her mind as she looks over the makeup Jessica put on her. It’s simple, bordering the clean girl look and something she isn’t used to seeing staring back at her. It makes her wonder if she had tried harder, would she be getting ready for HIM instead?

“Oh for the love of god,” she mumbles under her breath. She never even kissed him and this is the hold that he had over her? One close encounter and she’s consumed by him? Shaking her head to shake him from the inside of it, she picks up the lip gloss Jessica used earlier and reapplies it. The shiny gloss catches the vanity light and glitters, cheering her on and boosting her ego.

“Found it!” Jessica calls from the closet and comes back to her with a pale pink mini skirt, “What do you think?” “I like the pants better.”

“Ugh, you’re boring but have it your way,” she flings the skirt behind her with a chuckle, “You are going to wear heels though.”

“We’re going to a club not to the Met Gala, I’m sure my air jordans will be perfectly fine.”

“Why won’t you let me live through you? I’ve always wanted to go out with Yelena and it’s only fair that I get to style you since I set you two up.”

Sunny whips around to face her, “You dragged me to a party after I said no and then left me alone with a grade A douchebag only to be saved by Yelena. I would, in no way, call that setting us up.”

“I got you there and you met her only because you went so yes, yes I did set you up thank you very much.”

Before Sunny can get a retort back, the front door opens and Yelena’s voice rings out, letting them know she’s here.

“Do you ever lock you door, Jess? It’s really not safe,” she says, appearing in the doorway and leaning against the frame.

“I knew you were coming so I left it unlocked.”

“I know you better than that, you forgot but good try,” she chuckles at her failed attempt to cover up the truth before settling her eyes on Sunny, “You look good, голубка. Are you ready?”

She can feel her friend vibrating with excitement from behind her at the nickname and turns to her date, nodding and standing up. It’s the prime opportunity to smack her ass so Jessica takes it as she says, “Good luck. Don’t have too much fun without me!”

She sends her friend a nasty death glare while her date and her laugh manically like little school girls at her expense. Yelena is quick to stifle her laughter with a smirk when Sunny brushes past her on her way out of the room. This is an even better opportunity to look at her ass as she walks away which doesn’t go unnoticed by Jessica.

“God you’re no better than a man,” she chides while cleaning up the remnants of their get ready session.

“Says the one who slapped it.”

“Go have fun and don’t bring her back until tomorrow morning,” Jessica sends her a wink as she slides off the frame and goes in search of Sunny who is muttering to herself as she searches for her purse.

“Looking for this?”

Quickly looking up, she spots Yelena holding her missing purse with a cat like grin and eyes glittering as they take in every ouch of skin her outfit leaves out. Nodding she takes it from her and slips into her leather jacket, still feeling the heat of her date’s gaze on her. It’ll either make for a torturously long night or a far too quick one if she keeps up the way her green eyes leave chemtrails across her skin.

Clearing her throat, she says, “I’m ready if you are.”

The smirk doesn’t leave her face when her eyes make their way to Sunny’s, “Of course голубка.”

She offers out her own leather clad arm to her before leaving Jessica’s apartment and lecturing her about never locking her door.

“The boogieman is going to get you one of these days!” is the last thing Jessica hears while the door is shut and the two woman leave the apartment complex.

Their walk downstairs and out onto the street is filled with the normal small talk; how was your day, any funny stories, what’s your favorite color, you know the usual things. Sunny wants to ask if she knew about her date with Bucky but bringing up a rival suitor is definitely not the best idea when on a date. If Yelena does know anything about it, she doesn’t give it away and avoids saying his name when talking about her job. Come to think of it, she’s rather vague about her job description in general and only mentions how it’s boring and how she works with her sister, Natasha. It’s a given that she does work in the criminal world to some degree if she knows Bucky well enough to crash one of his homes but Sunny isn’t about to pry that information out of her on the first date.

The standard creepy cab driver does nothing to assuage the idea that she’s a criminal. His lewd stares and borderline harassing remarks causes her to keep a protective hand on Sunny’s knee. She can see her free hand itch to reach for something hidden under her jacket the entire ride but it never leaves her lap. Several times Yelena had to interrupt him mid-sentence and even threatened to get out without paying if he didn’t keep his mouth shut. She would have or pulled the gun tucked against her side if Sunny hadn’t squeezed her hand to ground her.

“Don’t. It’s not worth it.”

The murderous glare softened the moment it left the cab driver, “The moment you’re uncomfortable, we’ll get out, okay?”

The nod of confirmation wasn’t enough though for her, “I need you to say it, голубка.”

The air left like it had been sucked out of her lungs with the simple demand but she managed to mutter back “I promise I’ll tell you if I am.”

Satisfaction from both her reaction and her words, she keeps a tight grip on Sunny’s knee and rubs small circles into the inside of it. The simple action is burning through her pant leg, trailing upwards as she has struggles to maintain a calm and collective exterior.

Once at the club, Yelena tosses the cash at the driver and gives him a side eye deadly enough he keeps his eyes trained in the road in front of him. She makes a mental note of the license plate number to follow up on hum after their date is done. As her sister always said, the scum of this world cannot go unpunished and his time will come. However now is not that time and the woman tugging gently at her hand reminds her of the task at hand; dance the night away with the vision of a woman next to her.

“What is this place?”

“Oh,” Yelena starts as she leads her towards the entrance of the old brick building, “It’s called Strigoi, a friend of mine owns it.”

“That’s an interesting name,” Sunny muses as she flashes her id and award winning smile to the bouncer before following her inside.

Anything she might have wanted to say gets stuck when the club’s red lighting bathes over them as well as the interior of it. Unlike most other clubs, the floor has booths scattered throughout with platforms occasionally raising above to provide brave club goers a stage to demonstrate the courage bought by alcohol. The bar is backed by a wall of mirrors while the signature red lights cast a devilish glow on the matching mirror shelves filled with expensive liquor. Beyond everything is the DJ stand where dark synth music streams dramatically from.

“Who exactly owns this club? A vampire?” Sunny whispers to Yelena, half joking while also hoping her earlier suspicions of Peter aren’t true.

She doesn’t answer with words but instead with a deep laughter that vibrates into Sunny’s chest as well as they weave through the crowd towards the bar. A familiar voice catches her attentions when Yelena stops at the edge, leaning over to order drinks for him. Only a few seats down is the Peter Parker she’d hoped to never see again with the same girl from the kickback turned party. The red ambience makes it difficult to see much of him but yet there is another flash of something when he smirks down at the party girl. In his hand is a short glass of thick dark liquid and if Sunny didn’t know any better, she’d assume it’s blood. Obviously that’s insane and no one is drinking blood so she tears her stare away and looks to Yelena who’s already looking at her in puzzlement. His arrogant chuckle draws her attention to him and it clicks; Sunny had spotted him in his natural habit and of course, is confused by it all.

“I can have him kicked out if you want,” she says while handing Sunny her drink.

“Nah leave him. He’s not worth the hassle.”

“For you, any hassle is worth it.”

“Wow already laying it on thick I see. Think you’re going to get lucky?” she chuckles as she takes a sip of whatever Yelena ordered for her.

The blonde woman shrugs as she scans her face, “Now that you mention it.”

She rolls her eyes at the suggestion and tugs on her arm to lead them away from the bar. Spotting an empty booth among the crowd of people is no easy feat however it’s not up to Yelena’s standards because she shakes her head and points to an area that’s roped off with even more bouncers guarding it.

“Did you really think I’d bring you to a club and not sit in the VIP section?” and when she doesn’t answer, she continues with her playful teasing, “Cat got your tongue? It’s okay, голубка, what I have planned doesn’t require any talking.”

Behind the ropes and bouncers, lounges Bucky with Steve and Peggy, short glasses filled with the same thick dark liquid as Peter’s. That intoxicating smell drifts in amongst the waves of other club goers’ smells and has him narrowing his eyes at nothing and everything at the same time, searching for the owner. Peggy whispers something to her husband, red lips mere inches from the shell of his ear. Steve glances to his blue eyed friend and chuckles in agreement with what she said.

“Find your companion for the night?” he taunts while taking a sip from his glass, the dark liquid leaving a slight film on his tongue.

“No,” Bucky states plainly as he sets his glass down on the table before them, “She’s here.”

Peggy snorts, “You already have her smell memorized? I see her almost everyday and I barely know it.”

“For the safety of your child, I hope you’re joking,” he says while standing and walking towards the bouncers.

In his absence, she turns to Steve, “Do you?”

“Have her smell memorized? Only enough to know the difference between the staff though. I wouldn’t give any thought to him right now, he’s all fired up over her, that Lycan woman from last night, and Alix.”

She huffs in response which earns her words of reassurance from him. Meanwhile Bucky is instructing his men to keep a close eye on Yelena and especially Sunny. When he returns to the booth, he doesn’t sit right away and takes his glass from the table. Yelena’s voice echoes past the music and noise of the club, letting him know that he is about to face confrontation no doubt. She spots him before Sunny can and she does what she can to guide her away from that booth much to his dismay and pleasure. Her efforts to distract her fail and Sunny sees Steve, giving him a small smile which falls when Bucky comes into her view. The trio pick up on parts of what she’s whispering angrily to Yelena, “What… he… here? You….me….was going to be….”

Yelena, although, hears every word loud and clear, “What is he doing here? You didn’t tell me he was going to be here.”

“I didn’t know he was there. I’m sorry if it makes this,” she gestures between the two of them, “awkward. We can go somewhere else.”

“No this is ridiculous. He can’t fucking ruin everything,” she runs a hand over her hair and takes a deep breath, “I’m sorry if I made things awkward. It’s just… a little complicated I guess.”

Yelena’s ring filled hand cups the side of her face, tilting her hand to look at her, “Nothing’s changed. Trust me I know how complicated things are when it comes to him but I won’t hold it against you if you don’t against me.”

“Ya know,” she takes a step closer, closing the distance between them, “We could just ignore him. This date is between you and I, he is not involved in any way.”

“I like the sounds of that,” Yelena whispers back as her hand shifts down to cradle her jaw, her thumb ghosting over her glossy bottom lip, “You’re going to get me in trouble if I’m not careful.”

Sunny smirks against her thumb, “Why do you say that?”

“I think you know why,” she leans impossibly closer, “Can I kiss you?” Her eyes flicker down to Yelena’s mauve lips, nodding ever so slightly before they meet in one small kiss only to be drawn back in and devour each other in the middle of a crowded club.

Having watched the whole exchange, his body tenses as her smell shifts when the kiss deepens. Jealously bubbles in his veins and the only thing stopping him from ripping Yelena to shreds is Steve’s hand on his wrist and Peggy’s reminder that “she is not yours. Stand down.” Rather than give into his animalistic urges to destroy, he settles for his usual scowl, hooded eyes trained on the couple in hopes that he can will them apart and her into his arms. His self control doesn’t last long and he’s marching over to the women in no time.

“Yelena,” he gives her a curt nod, “Sunny, I need to talk to you.”

Neither is able to protest before he is dragging her towards a closed door hidden from view by more guards until now. Yelena shots Steve a lock of contempt as she approaches their booth, “You two are absolutely no help. Why didn’t either you of stop him?” “Do you really expect me to get in between him and what he wants?” Steve says expectedly as they all know no one is stupid enough to do so.

“A heads-up would’ve been nice.”

“I’ll keep that in mind next time you’re on a date with the woman he’s interested in.”

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thereal-true-ogilvie · 1 year

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hello everyone welcome to i talk about benrey for a minute here

as someone who’s watched the entirety of hlvrai at least 6 times, the full vods at least 3, and the cast commentary hovering somewhere around 10, i consider myself to be pretty well-versed in the series. i also kin benrey. this is probably important to my perception of him.

the series is about self-aware AI. its in the title! so it seems obvious enough to me that Benrey was programmed to be the final boss. he was SUPPOSED to be a silly character that antagonizes the protag and throws off the group dynamic, and then it’s a big reveal and you get to beat up this guy that was mean to you!

but he doesnt wanna. hes self aware.

Of all the characters, i think Bubby and Tommy are the most “powerful” in that they were able to break their characters the most. Tommy is a bit of a wild card because he doesn’t usually act like an AI. I view him as the “character you’re supposed to protect” in the party, but somewhere along the way he, too, became self-aware and figured out how to handle his own. I think that’s where the age thing comes in. He was programmed to be a 5-year-old that you’re trying to get out of this dangerous facility! but he didn’t want to be a 5-year-old, he’s smarter than that, he’s capable! so he changed it. Him being the son of Gman also probably helped with him being able to just do that.

I take Bubby and Dr. Coomer as both being tutorial characters. Dr. Coomer is a bit broken, but he still does his best to teach you about things. I think he’s the tutorial NPC that goes “watch out for [x]” and “we can use ropes to cross big pits!” and “we should call them Peeper Puppies!” while Bubby was supposed to be the “here’s how you shoot a gun”

Like, Dr. Coomer does the knowledge about the world, and Bubby does the action. for the video game. And Bubby is supposed to be kinda cold to you, because the action-tutorial NPCs tend to be. Like “what you cant even hold your own? tch, guess ill have to teach you.” But Bubby doesn’t do that. He doesn’t WANT to play the game, he wants to go back home. He liked it before the game was switched on. So he doesn’t teach Gordon shit and just tries to speedrun so the player will leave and he can go back home.

one little scene that stood out to me so much was when the crew is sitting around in a circle with the pigeons. not outside, the other scene with them sitting in a circle and there’s pigeons. why are there 2 of those.

anyways, Benrey is just staring at this pigeon behind Gordon, and singing to it, calmly. And then there’s a loud beep that sounds like the vox, and definitely doesnt come from Benrey. and he suddenly gets up and shoots the pigeon. That reads SO HARD like he was being too soft with the game world, so it pushed him to do something evil randomly. Like a little villain reboot.

Almost everything he does to antagonize Gordon can be read as genuine confusion. He kills random NPCs because he knows theyre not important, and that they can’t feel anything, and that they’ll only slow the team’s progress. And what makes Gordon so mad at him is how often Benrey says Gordon shouldnt be allowed in here. I take that as a similar stance to Bubby. Benrey doesn’t want to be the villain. He doesn’t want the player to progress and make him. That gets more obvious the closer we get to the end, and most people tend to notice it in the last scenes before Xen, where he’s suggesting they go all the way back, and basically begging the player to stop here, at least for a little while.

its really sad, honestly. but i take the cast commentary bits as canon. Which makes it adorable when Benrey comes back into the movie theatre with Gordon and we get

“I wonder what will happen. I bet you know what happens!”

“I win!!!”

He did win. He got to get past being the final boss. He got to join the epilogue. I think, he probably wasn’t supposed to be able to. But these guys broke the game enough that he could. Isn’t that sweet? Isn’t that a nice ending for him? I think he deserves it.

Wayne says he acts like “he isn’t aware unless he’s being spoken to” and I think that fits really well. Like, sometimes his actions are coded into his behavior, so he does them without realizing. And then the player interacting with him (which is the premise of the self-awareness) forces him to actually look at what he did, and sometimes he has no idea how to explain it. Leading to his “huh?”

listen to me. are you listening. i need you to hear this. i need more people to understand benrey. and how much i love him. hes trapped in the narrative, doomed by it to be the villain. but he doesn’t want to be. he clearly cares about the crew in his own silly goofy way. he doesn’t want to fight them. i wrote down everything he said in the finale, and he only says 5 outright malicious lines, all of which are directly after an unnatural pause, like he’s being rebooted again. Some important lines: “I knew this was gonna happen,”

“Stop shooting at me, I have to shoot back, I don’t wanna do that,”

“I didn’t have a big plan, I was supposed to be nice, but you forced me to be BAD so I’m gonna be BAD… friend.” the small, quiet “friend” there gets me every time. even after everything, even after his nature is revealed, he wants to believe theyre still friends.

“Don’t go in there, please… I don’t like that room." The amount of times he sounds so genuinely sad when asking them to stop, or even just saying “bro..” like he’s mourning the friendship they could’ve had. The amount of times he sounds genuinely pained when he’s glitching out and stretching across the screen.

And his last words, said childishly of course, but,

“This isn’t fair.”

#god i love character analysis #benrey #hlvrai #dr coomer #bubby #tommy coolatta

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raineandsky · 5 months

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The Villain's Housekeeper

(part 1) (part 2) (part 3) (part 4) (part 5) (part 6) (part 7) (part 8) (part 9) (part 10) (part 11)

The superhero waits with a patient smile whilst the security guy locks a pair of handcuffs to the hero’s wrists and to the table. And then they’re both gone, and the hero is alone in the interrogation room. As alone as they can be with the unsubtle mirror lining the wall next to them, at least.

Breaking out has proven a lot harder than the first time. The superhero’s clearly taken notes from their last escape. So here they are, four days later, once again in this interrogation room, waiting, vulnerable, scared of what it means to be here.

Security appears again after a long minute, the door creaking on its hinges in a way that almost sounds like a very familiar, “God, get your fucking claws out of my shit.”

The hero turns as far as the cuffs will let them, which isn’t far at all, but they don’t need to anyway. The villain gets dumped in the interrogator’s chair opposite them three seconds later, a string of sharp insults jabbing at the man from security whilst he locks their own cuffs to the table and pretends he can’t hear them.

The security guard steps back and the villain finally seems to notice the hero for the first time. Their eyes widen, almost imperceivable, their lips parting in surprise.

“Figured you’d like to see who got you in here,” he says, and with a self-satisfied chuckle he lets himself out the door. Just the two of them.

The villain stares at the hero. The hero averts their gaze, ashamed.

“You gave all my shit to [Superhero]?”

Disbelief. The hero wishes they could somehow look away even more. They can feel the villain’s eyes digging into them, begging questions, demanding answers. “I’m sorry,” the hero says past the lump in their throat. “I’m so sorry. I never should’ve—”

“You made me a target for the agency.”

The hero’s next breath is a shudder. “I was– I was scared, I wasn’t thinking—”

“[Hero].”

“I’m so sorry, I never should have—”

“[Hero].”

The hero shuts their mouth. They risk a glance up; the villain is staring– no, watching them, with a softness they didn’t expect to find. Their brow knits into that telltale concern.

“It’s okay, [Hero]. I’m not mad about that.”

The hero tries to hold down a belated snivel of shame and fails. “You’re– you’re not?”

“I told you not to snoop. I’m mad that I couldn’t get a law-obsessed hero to follow one rule.” Their lips tip into a ghost of a smile. “But no. You gave the agency a reason to not kill me. You made me valuable.” A short laugh escapes their throat, a bark of a thing, coarse and alive. “You saved my life, [Hero].”

The hero makes some uncontained noise of bewilderment. “No, [Villain], they want information, they want you alive to—”

“They have all the information they want from me,” the villain says with a smirk. “It’s on your boss’s desk right now. My entire career was detailed in that office.”

“But then why would they—”

“Codes.” The villain’s smirk somehow gets more mischievous. “Half my paperwork is unreadable without me to decipher it, but I don’t feel like letting up on my secrets just yet. They haven’t found anything that can convince me to tell them.” Another laugh, bright, unbothered by their predicament. “Like I say, I’m important now. Indisposable.”

The hero can only gape at them for a second. The villain truly looks out of place, their hands forced to the table, a triumphant smirk on their face like they’re not in the agency’s clutches. To them, to not die for the supervillain’s own terror, is victory.

The villain’s smirk turns into something sweeter, their eyes crinkling slightly with how genuinely they smile for a moment. “And you’re back where you wanna be,” they say softly. “Congrats.”

The hero’s gaze turns downward again. “I’m sorry for—”

“Stop apologising, [Hero]. I said it’s fine.” They reach across the table, as far as the cuffs will let them, to carefully take the hero’s hands in their own. “This couldn’t have worked out better for either of us.”

The hero flinches away from their touch like they’ve been shocked. They don’t have the heart to tell them that’s not true. “[Superhero]’s watching,” they say instead.

“I don’t care,” the villain retorts immediately, but they don’t move to retake their hands. “Look, [Hero], I stepped out of my house with a lot of feelings I didn’t get to say out loud. Walking through those streets, waiting to die, I– I regretted it sorely.”

It’s the villain now who turns their gaze away, their expression carefully neutral. “You did a lot to help me. I tried to help you in return—kind of.” A grin pulls at their lips, and the hero knows that they’re thinking of that goddamn maid outfit. “I found myself… I don’t know, starting to actually like you. I– I think I—”

The door behind the hero cracks against the opposite wall. “Alright,” the superhero says shortly, and the villain’s expression sours immediately. “Fun’s over. Let’s show our prisoners what prison actually means, hm?”

The villain’s eyes turn to the hero, confused, before seeming to finally notice the cuffs on their own wrists.

“Prisoners? What—”

Their question doesn’t come out. The security guard unlocks the villain from the table first. “What the hell does that—”

The security guard shoves the villain to their feet. They whip around to spit at the man behind them but nothing comes out. They just turn back to the hero, then the superhero, then the hero again, their expression dipping into more and more horror as the realisation of what’s happening comes to them. The man has to push them to the door.

“[Hero]—” they try, but they get shoved outside and the door slams behind them.

The superhero sets their eyes on the hero, seemingly very pleased with the outcome of their little reunion.

“Come, [Hero],” he says brightly. He unlocks their own cuffs with a click. “Let’s get these codes out of our friend, shall we?”

(Next part)

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vintagepresley · 11 months

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Negotiating Parties

Pairing: Walter Hale x Reader

Word Count: 3,734

Warnings: 18+ SMUTSMUTSMUT Seducing, flirting, spanking, fingering, squirting, unprotected sex, cream pie, little bit of dirty talking, etc.

Author's Notes: Here it is the long awaited Walter Hale fic. I didn't want to do too much because I may end up making this into a mini series like the Change of Habit fics. So, I did leave the ending a bit open ended. If you guys like it then I'll write some more Walter Hale x reader stories. (There may be a Walter Hale x John Carpenter x Reader mashup in the works.. 👀) I did use a lot of lines from the film because it just made sense since this is heavily inspired by THAT tent scene. I hope you guys enjoy it! Possible spelling errors!

Walter Hale, the manager of the chautauqua had come into town with his troupe entertainers looking to find even more people with special talents to perform in his show. But he couldn’t do it all alone. You had worked with Walter for quite some time and now that he was the boss you worked as a shop stewardess helping him audition young children for kids part of the show. In the past the two of you did have some connection but now that he was the boss things were different, but he didn’t seem to get the hint. As much as you loved your job you didn’t love Walter’s way of doing things and how he’d leave you to deal with a dozen children to audition and you felt overworked. You also didn’t care for his excessive flirting with you and his smugness and that stupid grin of his face all the time and the way he would always be smoking those cigars. He thought it was cute, but you couldn’t stand the man sometimes. You were always challenging him and threatening to quit which he was always so against. But what really caused him problems was the fact that you were trying to start a union. He had been meaning to speak with you about all this strike business that when he finally caught up with you, you wouldn’t give him the time of day as he followed close behind you as you walked away from him.

“Well now, wait a minute, just listen to me. We’ve got some things to discuss.” Walter said.

You continued to walk and blew him off as you rolled your eyes. “I’ve got a few things on my mind I’ve been wanting to discuss with you!” you snapped.

“Good.. Let’s go to my place.” he said with a playful smirk on his lips.

“Nice try. This isn’t pillow talk. This is about business!” you remarked.

He continued to smirk at your words and then he grabbed a hold of your arm and pulled you into his embrace as his hands rested against your abdomen to stop you from walking and he grinned. You elbowed him and forced your way out of his grip, turning to face him.

“Just listen to me for a minute, honey.” he hummed. You quickly snatched your arm away from him and scoffed at him calling you honey.

“It’s Ms. Honey, boss!” you snapped.

He chuckled and nodded at your words and gestured for you to step into the tent with him the two of you were stopped at. “Ladies first..” he grinned. You narrowed your eyes at him and stepped into the tent and he followed behind you with a wide smirk as his sparkling blue eyes stared at you with such lust. He loved seeing you all riled up and mad at him, it only furthered his attraction towards you and turned him on at the same time. The moment the two of you got into the tent you turned to face him and began to ramble and go off on him about the unfair wages and being overworked.

“You’re not going to get away with it!” you rambled as you walked around the tent frantically.

“Get away with what, toots?” he smirked as he lit up one of his cigars, smirking as he placed it between his lips.

“Don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about!” you huffed.

He chuckled as he took a few more puffs of his cigar, smiling at you as you just continued to go on and on about the union and when you didn’t notice he had walked closer to you that when you turned around he was right in your face with that big smug grin on his face and his cigar placed between his fingers.

“Would you mind shutting up a minute?” he laughed.

You swallowed harshly being so close to his face. You hated how handsome he was and how good he always looked in his suits. Especially in the dark brown suit he was wearing tonight. You tried to not let that distract you from what you intended to say and get done. But you had to admit it was hard as the two of you stared at one another and the smell of his cigar on his breath and his blue eyes staring right into you. He leaned back up with a grin and started toward the table. “If you’re finished rambling, I’d like to talk about another matter.” he said as he pulled a chair out for you. “Come sit down.” he hummed as he took a few more puffs of his cigar.

You furrowed your brow a bit as you stared at him and then the chair and you cleared your throat. “Why do I have to sit down?” you asked.

“You don’t have to sit down.” he chuckled, smoking his cigar and staring at you with a smile.

You rolled your eyes and reluctantly walked over to the chair and sitting down, you stared up at him suspiciously. “This better be about negotiating.” you remarked.

“Oh, we’re going to negotiate.” he smirked as he stood behind you. You tensed up the moment when you felt how close he was standing behind you. You cleared your throat. “So.. What’s the first order of business?” you asked.

“Well.. negotiating between business partners should be open… and intimate. I like you, Y/N. You’re a hard worker, say what’s on your mind and fun to be with. Not to mention your downright gorgeous.” he smirked.

You smiled nervously. “Oh, well thank you. What’s our first number of business as negotiating partners?” you asked.

He smirked and now his hands were resting on your shoulders and rubbing them sensually and slowly and brushing his fingers along your arms as he rubbed your shoulders and now he pressed up against the chair behind you and one of his hands brushed against your neck. You took a deep breath not knowing what he was trying to do.

“Well.. We could start to negotiate all kinds of things that could be more meaningful.. In all kinds of areas..” he hummed.

“M-Meaning what?” you stuttered as he continued to rub your shoulders.

“Meaning that relations between negotiating partners can be better served with what is sometimes called, getting into bed with each other.” he smirked as his fingertips lightly ran along your arms. You quickly hopped out of your chair angrily and swatted your hands at him to hit him as you hollered and he just laughed.

“Oh, you no good, son of a-” but before you could finish your sentence he grabbed a hold of you and you did your best to try to fight him off but he was a lot stronger than you. He tightened his grip around you as he sat down and forced you over his lap and you squirmed and kicked about trying to get out of his lap. “Let me go! This isn’t funny!” you yelled.

“It seems we’re going to have to start a new form of negotiating, aren’t we? Now hold still, honey.” he mumbled with a smirk as his cigar sat between his lips as he reached down to yank your skirt up above your ass and reveal your bare ass and you tried to swat at his hands but he bested you. He raised an eyebrow quite surprised to see that you weren’t wearing any panties. “Well, well.. You came prepared..” he grinned.

You felt your face grow hot and you continued to wiggle around and kick your legs. “I said let me go!!!” you shouted.

“Not until you’ve listened to me..” he said puffing on his cigar that hung from his lips and he held you down with his right arm trying to keep you from moving so much and then he brought his left hand down toward your ass and he slowly rubbed his hand over it, squeezing and groping it gently before he lifted his hand up and brought it back down to give your ass a hard slap. You squealed from the sting of his slap and you wiggled again as you whimpered, still trying to fight against him. He smacked your ass again and again, each slap becoming hard and causing your ass to turn red and you whimpered even louder because of how badly it stung. Then he ran his hand along your red and sensitive ass slowly. You pursed your lips together when you felt his long fingers running between your inner thighs and brushing up against the heat between your legs and you pressed your lips harder together trying to suppress the small moan that was fighting its way out of you. His fingers brushed slowly against your pussy and slightly parted your lips open and ran his middle finger along your pussy and clit and he raised an eyebrow when he felt how wet you were and then the whimpering moan that escaped your lips and your hips slightly thrusting against his finger. “Mm.. Seems you’re enjoying this, honey. Let’s explore just how wet I can get you..”

You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks as you felt so embarrassed because your body was working against you. You couldn’t help being wet from the way he was touching you and spanking you and when his fingers teased your pussy. It was a natural reaction for you to get wet. But it didn’t help that you did find him attractive. “P-Please.. No..” you whimpered. He smirked and rubbed his finger that was still between your wet lips and brushed the pad of his finger against your clit and you let out another moan and you could feel yourself getting wetter and he slipped his finger out of you to see it coated in your slick and he grinned at the delightful sight.

“Shhh...” he hummed as he spread your legs apart over his lap and he slapped his hand over your ass once more before he slipped his hand toward your pussy and gave it a gentle slap which caused you to jolt in his lap and your body trembled and you hated how aroused you were that it became impossible to even fight him anymore because he was going to get what he wanted before he let you go. He puffed away at his cigar that bounced between his lips as he took two fingers slowly guiding them inside of your tight wet pussy and he loved how your walls clenched around thick long fingers as he slid them knuckle deep inside of you. Your eyes rolled back as you whimpered and moaned on top of him and your body completely submitted to him as your sweet nectar dripped down his fingers. He hadn’t even begun to finger you yet and you were already making a mess on him. “Goddamn, baby.. This pussy is so needy for me, hm?” he smirked.

You couldn’t even speak at this point that all you could do was nod and a soft “Mhm..” escaped you. You couldn’t deny it any longer just how much you yearned for him. He liked your response and curled his fingers inside of you and began to thrust them slowly and each thrust he forced them inside of you deeper which caused the soft noises escaping you to become loud and long and your whimpers sounded so desperate. He tilted his head slightly to watch himself fingering you and he could see your slick glistening all over his hand and dripping from you. But he wasn’t finished yet. To take it a step further he removed his cigar from his mouth and tossed it and then brought his other hand down and used the pad of his index finger to rub your sensitive swollen clit at the same pace that his fingers were pumping inside of you.

“W-Walter..” you began to whimper as your hands grasped onto his thigh.

He let out a soft chuckle at the sounds you were making and he began to pump his fingers faster inside of you and his index finger pressing against your clit firmly and rubbing it faster and you were so wet for him that the squelching sounds of him fingering you only grew louder as he watched your slick making an even bigger mess that it began to drip onto his lap and staining his pants. “Fuck..” he mumbled under his breath as he kept up his movements. Your moans loud and pleasurable as you call out his name and even begin to thrust your hips against his fingers trying to keep up with his movements. The way you maneuvered your hips caused you to rub up against the front of his pants. That was causing a pleasurable friction for him that you could feel his cock growing against you and he began to groan softly and you heard his groans and smirked to yourself as you continued to purposely hump his cock as he continued to fuck your pussy with his rough callose fingers and playing with your clit that your toes began to curl and your felt everything growing more intense as your orgasm built up and you nearly squealed when you felt him force another finger inside of your tight pussy and stretching you out just to get in deeper inside of you. “Oh fuck!” you shouted feeling yourself so close to cumming but also feeling another strange feeling at the same time. It was a feeling you had never felt before but it made everything he was doing even more intense that you couldn’t control what was going to happen now.

He could feel how tense your body was becoming and the way it trembled against him and how your walls tightened around his fingers and your breathing grew heavy and your body felt nearly weak. As you panted heavily and moaned his name out louder that’s when it happened. That’s when you came so hard all over his fingers and his lap and then suddenly another liquid came squirting out of you at the same time that made an even bigger mess on him and his eyes lit up at the sight of you squirting and cumming for him and your moans were so loud you were sure anyone walking by the tent could hear you screaming Walter’s name. “Mm, you dirty little girl.. Squirting all over my suit like that.. Tsk tsk..” he hummed. Your face was bright red because you couldn’t control what happened and you were so embarrassed, you could feel the liquid dripping from you and your body trembled when you felt him slip his soaked fingers out of your leaking and stretched pussy. You thought he was finished with you now as you laid across his lap limp and tired. But you were in for a surprise when he grabbed you and manhandled you as he lifted you up from his lap and forced you to sit on top of his soaked lap now and he placed your legs around his waist.

“W-What are you doing?” you said breathless.

“We aren’t finished yet, honey. I want to make sure you understand my proposal for our negotiation.. Clearly.” he smirked. You watched with wide eyes as he reached down to undo his pants and he reached a hand into his pants, wrapping his hand around his fully erect cock and tugging it out of his pants and you blushed at the sight of him and chewed on your bottom lip. He looked up and grinned when he saw you staring at his cock. “Like what you see?” he teased. You licked over your lips and nodded slowly in response to him. “You’ll like the way it feels even more..” he mumbled as he pulled you to him and crashed his lips against yours and kissing you deeply you dare put up a fight anymore because you couldn’t resist his charms as you shared a deep kiss and he took his cock and slowly guided it inside of your pussy that was nice and stretched enough for him to slide inside of you with ease and the movement you felt his cock enter you and stretch you out even more you moaned loudly and against his lips as he groaned against yours. Your hands gripped onto his shoulders and clawing at the fabric of his suit as he bottomed out inside of you and he placed his hands on your waist and tightening his grip on you as he forced you to stay still and he began to slam his cock inside of you lifting his hips up and down as each movement got faster. You squealed and cried out his name as his cock slammed against your walls and hit against your cervix. You could feel it pulsing inside of you with each stroke.

“S-So fuckin’ wet for me, honey’..” he groaned. You didn’t know how it was possible for you to still be so wet for him and only growing wetter as he abused your pussy with such vigor and roughness that he began to bounce you on his cock and the sound of the chair creaking beneath the two of you sounded nearly muffled as the noises that escaped the both of you grew louder and his hands moved to rest against your ass, giving it a hard slap as you bounced on top of him. You tugged at the fabric of his brown suit balling it up in your fists and he kept one hand on your ass and then moved the other between your thighs and his fingers found your clit again and it was already so sensitive that when he began to rub slow circles against it with his middle finger your eyes rolled back and your thighs slightly squeezing around his hips and you knew it was a matter of time before you reached your climax once again because it was already building and you started to pant and whimper and cry out his name so desperately.

“Mm.. Gonna be a good girl and squirt for me again? Hm? Make this suit a bigger mess..” he whispered into your ear as he hips slammed against you and his cock so deep inside of you driving you over the end and you nearly screamed in pleasure the more pressure he put against your clit that before you could register what was happening your orgasm hit like a tidal wave and your entire body went into shock as you convulsed on top of him and trembled and your thighs squeezing around him as you came all over his cock and squirted for the second time not only getting it all over his cock and hand, but on his pants once against as hell as the jacket of his suit. That drove him completely over the edge and he held you down on his cock and he rocked you back and forth and he grunted loudly as his warm cum came spurtting out inside of you in ropes and filling you up. You collapsed against him, whimpering like a kitten as your arms wrapped around his broad shoulders loosely and the two of you tried to catch your breath and when he finished inside of you he reached down to slip his cock out that was slowly growing soft and his cum leaked out of you.

Walter exhaled sharply, his face nuzzled into your neck and he placed soft little kisses against it as his hands rubbed over your thighs. You slowly lifted your head up to look at him and you were blushing hard because you had ruined his suit and because he was still your boss and you did the one thing you shouldn’t have. But he didn’t care one bit. He stared at you with those beautiful blue eyes and a grin and he placed his hand between your chin with his thumb pressed against your chin and his index finger rested right beneath. “So.. Whaddaya say? Do you agree with the terms of our negotiation?” he smirked.

You rolled your eyes at him knowing that the only part of the negotiation he meant was the “Getting into bed together” part. But there was no way for you to say no now, not after what the two of you just did and you would be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t enjoy it and wanted more. You cleared your throat and climbed off his lap to fix your dress and gain control of yourself again. He continued to stare at you as he tugged his cock back into his pants and fixed himself as best as he could and he glanced down to see the wet stains all over him and he smirked to himself at the sight before he turned his attention back to you as he stood up. “So? We’ve got a deal, honey?” he asked.

“Well, I don’t suppose I have a choice in the matter now, do I?” replied with your usual attitude.

He chuckled. “Oh, you have a choice.” he grinned.

You playfully rolled your eyes at him being a fool if you said because you knew you’d regret it and would only think of the feeling of his fingers inside of you and the way his cock felt. “I guess we have a deal.” you hummed, reaching your hand out to shake his and raised an eyebrow glancing down at your hand and he pushed it away grabbed you by the waist and pulled you into a passionate kiss and you threw your arms around him and returned his passionate deep kiss until the two of you were suddenly interrupted by the sound of loud fireworks shooting across the tent that Walter, unbeknownst to him set off when he threw his cigar. You screamed and Walter quickly grabbed you and two of you ran out of the tent as he laughed and you hit him playfully because you assumed he had something to do with the fireworks and you stormed off and he tried to catch up with you until he was stopped by a group of kids wanting him to see their act for the show. He hoped that he’d run into later on for some more “negotiating”.

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