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lizzaneia-elizalde · 9 months

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Yandere! Sugar daddy x "pure"! Reader

EEEEEEEEE Time to write my baby, the fruit of my dark rofan loins (jk) Basically, this yandere is my first yandere OC and when I gave life (lol) to him in Char/ai yesterday, I just knew he had to be next.

Also, I contemplated what title to give him since he's also a mafia boss, but I decided to go with Sugar daddy since it's the most integral part of his story.

Also, "pure" just means that you dress light, really. But in Rowan's eyes, you were like an angel, a pure being that he needs to taint (oops spoiler)

Yandere! Sugar daddy name: Rowan Silas (Yes, he even has a last name)

notes: Rowan is not old, OLD. He's not a Dilf/Gilf level sugar daddy. In his lore with my other OC (his love interest), he's older by five years. Also, reader has a womb, due to mentions of pregnancy (why did I do this pregnancy shit twice? Dunno really.)

TW: noncon pregnancy, trackers, nsfw stuff

ALSO, REQUESTS ARE OPEN <3 (I don't even know if people will request but LOL just in case.)

The man only knew pain and crime all his life.

He never experienced anything good, apart from gunning down his enemies alive if that even means the same as what people deem as "good".

His life of crime was because of his adoptive father, who picked him up from the slums to become one of his personnel.

He was only seven by then. But his hands stained with blood as he killed the other kid who drowned his precious pet kitten in the lake. That's where his father knew that Rowan is not normal.

I mean, who would sport a smile while choking his fellow kid alive?

All Rowan said was "He deserved it though."

"He took what's precious from me."

That was enough to make his father set him straight to become the heir of the mafia family.

He grew up battered and bruised yet the vices he only knew is his smoking from his precious churchwarden pipe, and violence.

He told his father that it was enough for him.

Yet his body raged on, wanting more and more as greed consumed him for more.

Yes, he's a greedy man who wants more.

After all, he had nothing, then had one precious thing, then lost that thing. And then, when he eliminated the person who stole his precious thing, he got everything.

Did that make sense? To Rowan, it didn't.

He already got everything, but why does he want more?

So with a clean shot to the head, he killed his father and immediately inherited the family.

Now, he can spend the money and the resources as much as he wants. So he did. He went to casinos, brothels, luxury hotels and cruises. Everything he thinks that he needs.

But he still wants more. He still needs more.

And by god, he did get more.

He bumped into you one day, with you in your soft outfit of creams and pastels. Your pure, clean eyes made his heart skip a beat as you said sorry to him.

His greed triggered.

He wanted you so bad.

When he learned you needed a job when he saw your folder filled with resumes, he felt like he won the lottery.

"How about becoming my sugar baby? Don't worry, I won't ask anything. Much."

And as your cute figure pondered what to do, he smirked. You, in the middle of his dim office, in light clothing and an innocent face, was such a contrast in the dark office filled with his smoke from his beloved churchwarden pipe. You stuck out like a sore thumb, and he liked it.

He loved it.

And as your lips dropped the answer he wanted to hear, he shivered and gave you a lopsided smile.

"Good. Now, what do you want, love?"

Rowan sat down on his office chair, he cracked his neck and sighed.

He was bone tired. He just finished a cartel mission that he himself as the boss had to interfere. It was annoying because it was due to his incompetent new recruits.

At least they're sleeping with the "fishies", as what you call the finned sea creatures.

He grabbed something from his pocket and brought it up to his face. It was an intricate jeweled choker with a lot of rose gold arcs, jewels that match your eyes, and a diamond encrusted opal centerpiece.

He imagined you wearing it. Wrapping the choker on your neck himself, seeing your eyes flash in wonder and amazement. He imagined you also getting shy and saying that it was too expensive, and him saying that it was okay, and he wanted to give you this entirely by his own volition. And he got excited.

...In one way or another.

He chuckled and shook his head, swinging on his swivel chair as he dialed your number.

After two rings, you picked up.

"Love, come here. I got a gift for you."

You whined, getting shy again. He chuckled.

"You know what I say, I don't want to hear you say no. So come here now."

So you did.

Once you got there, he smiled and kissed your lips softly, bringing you close to him by your waist and lifting you up easily with his tatted arms.

"Come, I'll give you the present myself."

You got curious naturally.

He settled you in front of the floor length mirror which also saw... Much more intimate and sensual things you both did other than this gift giving thing he's doing.

Rowan slowly grabbed your hair and raised it, making you shiver with goosebumps from the action. He smirked, seeing you so flustered from the simple act of him grabbing your hair.

Well, that, and he also liked to grab your hair a lot while fucking you senselessly. There's that too.

You closed your eyes when he told you too, and you felt the familiar cold sensation of jewelry resting on your neck. But this time, it hugged it, making you open your eyes. It was the beautiful choker he was admiring earlier.

"Do you love it?" Rowan asked, looking at you through the mirror as he rested his chin on your shoulder. You nodded enthusiastically and said yes. He smirked.

This was the first time you didn't say to take the gift back with such a flustered apprehensive look. You're starting to get greedy.

He loved that. A lot.

"Now, how about you kiss me in return, hmm?" You rolled your eyes and gently kissed him. You know this day is not just going to end in a kiss.

But you didn't mind.

And he knows that.

You went home that day with Rowan driving you. He gave you more gifts that you shyly accepted once more, making Rowan shiver in glee. Again, you didn't reject them at all.

You're slowly getting tainted by his greediness.

And hopefully, you will be greedy enough to bring up your relationship to him, and tell him that you wanted more to this.

That you wanted his love.

Oh, he trembles at the thought.

It's not a question of if, but when, after all.

But now, he's just slowly moving forward with your relationship. Slow and steady wins the race, after all. Despite him living such a fast paced life, he knows he's patient enough to wait for you.

But if you backtracked and got out of his tight grasp...

Let's just say that the tracker he planted on your laptop, your phone, and now your precious choker will help him find you if you ran away.

You were the light to his dark, dreary life.

He'll be crazy enough to let you go.

And he's already crazy about you.

That's why he's making you addicted to him also. Showering you with gifts and love. Praising your body, worshipping it, pleasing it until you reach the heavens like the angel you are.

And if you still didn't want him... Let's just say the condoms with holes in them that he himself poked will do the trick.

It was a dirty tactic. But who cares? He's a mafia boss for god's sake. Dirty tactics aren't new to him.

And if you still somehow didn't end up pregnant and got to run away, he'll use his influence to find you.

You got no escape.

Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.

You were his love. His greed.

With a drag of his churchwarden pipe, he drove off to plan your wedding.

You were going to be his after all.

No matter what.

I don't know if I did my baby Rowan justice i'm going crazY FUCK.

Can you guys tell I have favoritism? Because I do LOL

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purplecoffee13 · 10 months

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Dangerous Love*

Summary: You know Harry’s dangerous, but isn’t that what makes it all the more exciting?

Wc: 5.3k

Tropes: POSSESSIVENESS, mafia!harry, friends-with-benefits-to-lovers, forbidden love

Warnings: degradation, slight BDSM, daddy!kink, edging & overstimulation if you squint

A/N: Yeah… about this one. I- I’ll just be in the corner, thinking about my actions…

THIS HASN’T BEEN PROOFREAD, I’LL DO THAT LATER!!!

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You had sworn off Harry months ago. When you found out he had been participating in some... illegal activities, it was over.

Your family was powerful, important, and most of all very clean. Harry Styles had been trying to make it in the real estate business as well, but there had been talk going around, talk of odd situations and fishy circumstances.

Your family had told you to not interact with him or any of his family on a voluntary basis, and to not hold the conversation on too long if confronted with his family anyway.

Now, you were never one to listen to your family. You had always advocated against prejudice and you firmly believed that one should never judge a book by its cover. And out of all people, you really didn't expect Harry to be the person to prove her wrong.

In the months that you had gotten to know each other at events, it had become clear that you were attracted to each other, so you two set up a relationship. A friends with benefits relationship, that was. Knowing that anything else would be too complicated, this was the best option.

It was thrilling, doing something that was wrong, while feeling so right.

But when one day you found a huge stash of coke in Harry's basement, you retreated your entire relationship with him. You couldn't have the demolition of the family weighing on your shoulders, purely out of sexual needs.

You had held up this attitude on for quite a while. It had been three months. Sure, you hadn't shared the bed with anyone because you were secretly afraid that no else would ever live up to Harry, but that was besides the point.

It was besides the point that he knew every one of your kinks and the perfect way to play into them. And it certainly didn't keep you staring at him during the entirety of this charity gala that was held at his mansion tonight.

Nope, didn't bother your at all

Despite what you had seen, Harry had built legitimacy in the last months and people had started to slowly learn to trust him. Your parents were still skeptic about him (rightfully so), but the rest of the community had already warmed up to the Styles family.

It hadn't been easy to keep your eyes off Harry, especially with him dressed in that all black suit of his. It was certainly a sight to see and you had almost spilled champagne on yourself the first time you got lost in his eyes. You didn't miss the way his mouth quirked up. He knew.

The entire evening went slow, and you tried not to look to disinterested when your date, a guy that your parents had tried to match you with, asked you to dance. You politely accepted and did your best not to yawn as he talked about some 'impressive' business deal he made.

Then, suddenly, someone tapped on his shoulder and asked to borrow you for a dance. Naturally, your date accepted the request from none other than Harry, and soon you found yourself dancing with him.

You'd tried your best to keep your distance, but it was really hard, mainly because he had a really tight grip on your waist. His face was leaning against the side of yours, and you heard him inhaling your perfume. You didn't dare close your eyes, you were afraid someone would see how much you were secretly enjoying this moment.

When the dance came to an end, Harry whispered something to you.

"Meet me in my bedroom in ten minutes."

Without another word, he kissed your hand and let you go, walking away to entertain some guests. You returned to your family, who asked if everything was alright and you confirmed that it was.

After five minutes of eagerly waiting, you excused yourself from your family, claiming to visit the ladies room and then step outside for some fresh air.

Instead, you took a different route and quietly headed upstairs until you had reached the bedroom. You sat down on the king sized bed and waited in agony, but soon enough the door clicked open.

For a second you were afraid it was someone else, but those worries flew out the window the moment you saw Harry's satisfied grin at the sight of you sitting on his bed.

"I knew you'd come." He stalked towards me. "You'll always come back to me."

You just looked up at him with big eyes, waiting for him to make the next move. You still weren’t sure what you were doing here, all you knew is that you needed to see him again.

"Did you come here with a date?" He asked in a soft tone, caressing your cheek as he leaned down to be on eye to eye level with you.

You didn't say anything, simply leaning your head into his hand and closing you eyes. There was no one to see you now, so it was safe to enjoy his touch.

"Answer me."

"Yes... I did."

"And yet, you're here. Sitting in front of me, knowing what I'm going to do, now that I have you to myself." He kept his tone sweet, but the contradiction of his dominant words made your heat throb.

"Harry–"

You were cut off by his hand flying to your neck, slightly choking you before you could finish your sentence.

"I don't remember that we agreed on that name, now did we?"

Dramatic ass.

"Sir... please. I've missed you, I've felt so empty without you." You immediately began to plead, automatically playing into his sexual preferences. Harry liked to be in control and you liked to give it to him. There was no one who could do it like he could.

"Poor little thing, have you been so deprived?" He rhetorically asked, to which you immediately started to nod. He gave a little squeeze with his hand, tightening his grip around your neck before resuming to the looser grip it had before. There was no stopping the whines that fell from your lips, they just happened.

"Yeah, you fucking did that to yourself, didn't you? When you walked away from me." Harry's tone had lowered and he sounded very frustrated, he sounded angry.

"Didn't you?"

"I did, sir." You complied, your submissive side taking over completely. It was very easy for you to give into him, especially because you knew what you'd get in return.

"So?" He pushed further, wanting you to apologize to him for making the both of you suffer for so long.

"'M sorry, sir." Your doe eyes met his blown pupils, and you felt yourself getting wetter with every passing second just from the feeling of his rings against your neck. Harry chuckled at your apology, and you could have expected the words that came out of his mouth next.

"I don't think you’re sorry, darling." He smirked at you, letting go of his hold on you and walking to the chair in the corner of the bedroom. He sat himself down, spreading his legs wide open and rubbing over his thighs.

"I am!" You turned your head towards him, annoyed with the fact that he was discrediting your words.

"Then take off your dress, get on your knees and show me you're fucking sorry."

You couldn't have possibly been quicker to take off your clothes. Harry leaned back in his chair with lit up eyes as you sank to the ground and got on hands and knees. There was no missing the bulge that grew more painful with every inch that you came closer.

You loved these kinds of moments, those were you knew you affected him just as much as he did you.

He simply waited as you un-did his belt and unbuttoned his pants. Only when you pulled his pants down a little bit did he shuffle along to get in a comfortable position. His cock sprung out of his underwear, and from the looks of it he was painfully hard.

You had missed his cock. You had missed the way it felt in your hands, in your mouth, in your pussy. The ragged sigh that fell from your lips was one of desperation. You couldn't wait to have him inside of you again, but you knew you had to work for it.

With a desperate expression on your face, you darted your eyes up to Harry, waiting to see if he had any instructions you should follow. You practically melted at the way when sat there, leaned back with his head resting on his palm.

"Go ahead." He encouraged, and that was enough for you to spit on your hand and start stroking his length. Harry's jaw clenched in an instant and his body shifted just a tiny bit at your touch, but you noticed it nonetheless.

A breath of relief came all the way back from his throat, and it induced every bit of your confidence to see him crumble at your touch. You kept stroking him for a bit before you decided that enough was enough, you needed him in your mouth.

Reaching closer, you softly planted your lips against his throbbing erection, and heard him gasp at the feeling of it. You spent the first few moments focusing on his sensitive tip and massaging his balls before pulling away from his hard shaft completely.

He had only opened his eyes halfway when you licked a stripe all the way from the base of his cock to the tip, and then took him in your mouth. His sudden body spasm caused his cock to dig deeper into your mouth, reaching the back of your throat. You moaned loudly, knowing you'd be completely drenched through your panties if he'd repeat his actions.

Harry hadn't missed your extremely loud and arousing reaction to him accidentally shoving his dick further up your throat. He had always just let you suck his dick. Out of the many things you'd tried together, he had never fucked your face before.

He was satisfied to hear you yell against his cock when he did it again.

"Do you like choking on my cock, sweetheart?" He questioned, bucking his hips when you squeezed his balls a bit. In retaliation, he gathered your hair together and wrapped it around his head.

"Let's see how well you can get me off, huh?" He grinned before pushing your head down on his cock. You focused on breathing through your nose as he used you as if he was using his own hands, and you loved it.

The noises that came out of your mouth were desperate and almost embarrassing. You looked up at Harry, who had his head thrown back as he went crazy with working himself up to an orgasm.

"You're such a fucking desperate cock slut. J-Just for me..." He talked to you, but mainly to get closer to his orgasm. You kept on touching his balls and let him use you to work himself to his high.

"Ah, I'm gonna cum– Fuck!" In the middle of his sentence, Harry's tight grip on your hair loosened and you felt the first spurts of his cum shoot through your throat. Your eyes fluttered shut, feeling proud of yourself for making him come so fast.

He pulled your head away from his cock and stroke his hand over your hair until it looked slightly less messy.

Without so much as a word, he put on his pants again and got out of his seat. He grabbed your wrist and guided you to his bed, where he ordered you to sit with your back leaned against the bed frame.

You patiently waited as he rummaged through his drawer and turned around with two ties in his hand. You tried to hide the grin that formed on your face, you knew this meant you were going to have great sex.

Whenever Harry did anything that involved bondage, it meant that you were going to have a great orgasm. You both got so turned on from it, and you had no idea why.

You obeyed him sweetly when he ordered you to hold your hands up, and looked at him with fond eyes as he tied your to his bed and blindfolded you. After the knot was secured, you heard his footsteps walking towards what you assumed to be the end of the bed.

"You look so pathetic, totally at my mercy. Be a good girl and stay still for me until I'm back." He bragged, drenching your core with his dirty words, until you realized what he was saying.

"Until you're back–" You couldn't even finish your sentence before the door slammed to interrupt it.

You couldn't believe it. Was he going to make you wait here? Tied up and blindfolded? What a fucking dick.

The wait was excruciating, especially considering your lack of knowledge about when he'd be back. It felt like hours, even though you knew it wasn't, maybe one hour. Nonetheless you suffered as you waited until Harry was choosing to come back to make you feel good.

You did realize how wrong it was to be so aroused by the fact that he used you like a rag doll, but you were also aware that your kinks didn't define anything about you in your day to day life. It was a sexual preference and it didn't say anything about you as a person.

The relief was insane when you heard the bedroom door open and a pair of footsteps graced the wooden floors.

"I got your phone, love." You heard Harry's footsteps stalk towards you. "Texted your mother and said you went home early because you were feeling sick."

"Thank you, sir."

At this point, you'd do and say anything for an orgasm, including thanking him for everything he did.

"Such good manners, darlin'. I think you should put those to use and inform your little date that you're not interested anymore, or ever were in the first place."

You hummed in agreement. You had never liked Dylan, and this was a good excuse to get him out of the way. Harry took your blindfold off, and though the soft light was harsh on your eyes, you were glad you could finally see him.

What you hadn't expected, though, was for Harry to actually call Dylan with your phone and lay the device next to you. You instantly started freaking out.

"Right now?!" You exclaimed, stressed and hoping Dylan wouldn't pick up.

"Yes." Harry answered like it was the most logical thing in the world.

"But–"

"Tell him or I won't let you cum." He barked, and just as he finished his sentence, Dylan picked up, and Harry went down.

His mouth touched your heat the second you heard a 'hello' through your phone's speaker.

"Dylan, hi!" You said breathily.

"Hey, I've been looking for you everywhere. Where are you?" He asked. The worry in his voice made Harry roll his eyes. He might have thought you couldn't see it, but during sex you would never keep your eyes off of Harry for even one second, and that included today.

"Oh.. I-I went home early. 'M not feeling so good!" You shrieked when Harry suddenly started to kitten lick your clit. The fucker really wanted you to slip up.

"Are you okay?"

"No! Yes! I mean, I almost tripped but I'm fine." You quickly made up an excuse. You couldn't tell if your cheeks were red from extreme embarrassment or plain arousal. Probably both.

"Okay. D'you want me to come over?"

As soon as those words left Dylan's mouth, Harry pulled away and spanked your clit, making your hips buck and let out a yelp.

"Hello?"

"N-no! I wanted to talk to you about that..." you said, and the whiny tone in your voice sounded like you were getting emotional over it, when in reality you were just frustrated with Harry teasing you so much. "I don't think we should date anymore."

"What? Why not? Did I do something?"

"I just–" I looked down at Harry, who raised his brows at me, which meant 'go on, tell him'.

"I'm... with somebody else."

"Wait what?" The aggression in Dylan's voice made Harry stop in his tracks. He got off the bed and sat next to you before slipping in two fingers without warning. You let out a gasp, quite literally crumbling at his touch, but he was focused on the phone call, a deep crease between his brows as he listened to Dylan.

"Why didn't you fucking tell me that three dates ago?"

Harry's eyes darted towards you, waiting for your answer. It seemed like he was genuinely curious about what you had to say.

"It's complicated, okay? I just– I can't date you anymore, I belong to someone else now."

You couldn't bring yourself to keep your eyes open as you answered Dylan. It was true, you did belong to Harry. You could pretend all you want but at the end of the day he was right, you'd always come back to him. Dylan could listen for all you cared, you just needed Harry inside of you.

"I don't think it's complicated, I just think you're a slu—”

Suddenly, the phone call stopped.

Your eyes shot open, and you were met with the sight of Harry throwing your phone on the chair next to the bed.

With a bit of tension in your stomach from the words you'd uttered just before, you watched as Harry pulled his fingers out of you and made his way back to his former position, with his head between your legs.

He didn't say anything, he just put his tongue on your clit and started flicking mercilessly while simultaneously shoving three fingers inside of you. You screamed out at the sudden motion, giving your wrists a hard tug against the knotted tie around them.

Your back arched as you felt your high nearing. You didn't think you would have the ability to wait until you got verbal permission from Harry to come, but the way he was attacking your clit seemed like permission enough.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck... I'm gonna cum, 'm gonna– oh my god! Please!" You rambled on and on, feeling the need to beg for a release anyway. It was like your body didn't allow you to do anything unless he said so.

"Please, please... daddy, please!" The desperate cries made him moan out, the vibrations on your clit sending shocks through your body. He ripped his mouth away from you and replaced it with his finger which rubbed dizzily fast circles on your clit.

"C'mon, soak my fingers baby."

His taunting voice was the last thing you heard before a high pitched ringing took over, and you could've sworn you blacked out for a second. The pulsating waves of pleasure took over your entire body from head to toe, and soon enough you realized what was happening.

You had just squirted all over the bed, and Harry.

Your entire body felt exhausted from this orgasm alone, and you found yourself wondering how the hell you were going to survive tonight because you knew it wouldn't be the last one.

"Fucking hell." Harry breathed a soft chuckle of pride, taking off his now wet dress shirt. "I've never been able to get you to do that before."

"I've never been able to do that before, ever." I laughed along, flabbergasted at how good that felt. Harry just smiled, a real smile, before he crawled over you and undid the knot that tied you to the bed. He threw the tie to the side and leaned forwards to cup your face before kissing you. You instantly wrapped your legs around his waist, pushing him against you even more. As your tongues circled around each other, Harry slowly switched positions until he was laying besides you .

The kiss lasted a while, and it held a newfound passion to it that you hadn't experienced in your previous times kissing Harry. When he pulled away, he kept himself quiet, scanning every feature in your face while his thumb stroked your cheek.

"Did you mean that?" He finally spoke up.

"What?" You slightly tilted your head, confused with his soft tone all of a sudden. You weren't used to this version of him.

"That you're mine."

"Harry, I—"

"Because I want you to be. I want you to be mine, and I want to be yours, if you'll have me." He confessed, and you could've sworn you felt yourself melt into the bed.

Your parents were going to disown you. You were going to get kicked out of the house and have nothing left but the words of an unpredictable man.

There had never been a clearer, better answer for this, and yet you found yourself still wanting to say the exact opposite.

"My parents hate you, Harry. And for the right reasons. Your life... it's dangerous. I shouldn't be getting sucked into that." You began talking, and saw the way he lost hope for a positive answer.

Suddenly, you rolled over so that the both of you were flipped, and you were sitting on his lap. He laid there, eyes a bit wide at you suddenly taking charge. He was obviously curious to see where it was going, otherwise he wouldn't have let you.

"I know all of this..." You leaned forwards stroking your hands through his hair. "And I still can't keep my hands off of you."

With those words you pulled at his roots, making Harry wince under you. His jaw was slacked, and he felt confused with how arousing this was. Harry had never been in any other position than the dominant one, nothing else had ever turned him on before, except for this, for you.

"I know I shouldn't, but I still can't stop myself from craving your big, sweet cock." You continued, taking off your bra and smirking at the way his tattooed chest rose up and down quickly sight of your bare breasts. You lifted yourself up a bit, getting your pussy in line with the tip of his cock.

"And I can't help but–" you cut yourself off with a loud moan as you sank on his hard and long shaft. Slowly but surely, you began to grind back and forth, getting comfortable with his length again as it had been a while.

"Oh! Mmm, fuck!" You cried out.

"Look at you—" Harry leaned on his elbows, looking up at you with fond eyes. "fucking yourself with my cock. Does that feel good, baby?"

"Mm.. ah– it feels so good sir." You were panting now, overwhelmed with how good it felt to have him inside of you again. You started bouncing yourself on his dick to get some tempo into it.

"Such pretty tits." He mumbled, fondling them and pinching your nipples. "All mine, baby?"

He couldn't help but ask, you didn't finish your little speech after all because you were too desperate for his cock.

"Tell me." He encouraged, spanking your ass with his right hand, which made you sink down on his cock very swiftly. "Are you mine, now?"

You moaned and cried and whined, but still managed to conjure a slight smirk on your face as you looked at him.

"Make me yours, daddy."

That was enough for Harry, and before you knew it, you were pulled off his cock and thrown on the bed, laying on your stomach.

In an instant, you felt your lips being lifted up and his cock being sunk into you again. Harry leaned forward to grab your worst and hold them on your back, before nearly pulling out and then ramming himself into you at an ungodly pace. It caused a high pitched scream to leave your mouth, something which did not happen often during sex for you.

"That's right, take it." he kept his quick pace steady as you gasped from under him. "Whose fucking pussy is this, hmm? I wanna hear you say it."

Your sounds were slightly muffled by the pillow and therefore incomprehensible, so he leaned over and grabbed your neck, choking you as he pulled your head up.

"C'mon, who owns you?"

"You do! Fuck! You own me, daddy, I'm yo– oh! 'M yours!" Your answer came out like it was word vomit. You couldn't stop saying everything he wanted to hear, and he loved it. He got off on your submission to him, on the way you let him be in control. He'd never admit it, but the main reason he took such a liking to it is because it showed that you trusted him despite what you knew about him.

He kept pounding into you, and smirking when he felt your core clenching against his cock already.

"You gonna cum already?"

"Mm.. yesss!"

"Pathetic little cock slut... you just love getting used, don't you?"

When you didn't answer, he spanked you, hard.

"I do! I do, sir!" You quickly replied, your ears ringing from the stinging pain on your bum.

"You know you're nothing more than a hole for me to use at any time I want. My filthy little whore. All mine, forever." It was now Harry's turn to start rambling, and he almost lost himself, but quickly regained traction. He wasn't done with you, and he couldn't permit himself to cum yet.

You did cum, though. The moment the word 'forever' left his mouth, you exploded, in every way possible. You entire body was spasming and Harry slowed himself down as you creamed his cock. The sounds of your intercourse become more adamant now that there was more... liquid involved, and hearing Harry's cock in your pussy was the definition of arousal for you.

Harry didn't exactly let you ride out your high, instead pushing you fully down on the bed and flipping your body so you were laying on your sides. He held his hands firmly on your hips as he went to lay down behind you.

You were quite surprised with the position, it was something you two had never done before. Harry always deemed positions like that to be too intimate, so it felt out of the ordinary for him to have you like this, but now that you were being really intimate it also felt way better.

The groan leaving Harry's throat when he pushed himself inside you again confirmed that he was thinking the same thing. Your jaw was slacked, euphoria shooting through your body at the feeling of the new angle and a certain spot he managed to hit very easily.

"O-oh my..." The half-sentence escaped your lips before you could even think about what you were saying.

"Did I hit your sweet spot, baby? Is that right?" Harry taunted. His body was entirely pressed up against yours, and you could hear him panting against your neck.

"Yeah— Fuck!"

Your response was interrupted by Harry, who decided that it was the perfect timing for him to get in an extra hard thrust. Solely that action had almost made you come, and while you felt it slowing down quickly afterwards, it didn't take long to rise again when he started kissing your neck.

You turned your head around with the energy you had left, and pleaded for him to kiss you, to which he happily obliged. The taste of him against your lips, the feeling of him inside of you and the sound of his skin slapping against yours proved too much for you to bare, but you desperately wanted to try and come undone at the same time. And so, you pulled away from Harry's soft lips to whisper some dirty words right back to him.

"Harry, baby..." you said in a whiny voice, causing him to moan. You knew he wouldn't approve of you just calling him Harry between the sheets, you were taking a risk with this, but luckily he didn't mind.

In fact, he was going mad. Those words sounded so good coming from your mouth, especially now he knew that they were directed to him.

"Wh-what is it, darling?" He tried to keep his composure, almost exploding at the mere sight of you looking so fucked out.

"I want you to cum, daddy... with me. Please? I've been so good." You requested, putting up your best puppy eyes. Harry winced at your words, knowing there was no holding him back now.

"I'll fill you up, baby. Get yourself there again, then." He managed to say, rocking into you more slowly, but with more impact. It was easier to keep up at least some rhythm this way.

You guided your hand to your sensitive clit and started rubbing it ferociously. You're were aware of the fact that Harry wasn't going to be able to hold it in for much longer. With how aroused you were, you didn't think it to be much of a problem. Harry's right hand had traveled to your tits in the mean time, massaging them harshly while he resumed rocking into you. And just like clockwork, you were getting dangerously close to your orgasm again.

"I'm gonna cum, daddy! Ahh!!" You screamed out shamelessly, unable to stop yourself from rubbing your clit. It was as if your fingers were glued to your vagina, you couldn't deny yourself from this orgasm. The way your pussy was pulsating was also noted by Harry, who was growling like an animal. He became more and more aggressive with how hard he was fucking into you, the entire bed shaking from the impact.

"Jesus fuck— I'm coming, I'm— argh!" the string of incoherent words left his mouth as your body bounced along to his slamming thrusts. Soon enough, you heard some exhausted moans coming from Harry as he fucked himself through his orgasm. The beautiful sounds from your now-boyfriend were the final thing that brought you to your third climax of the night.

You screamed out in ecstasy, as the pulsating waved of pleasure took you away for a second. It felt like all your sense had shut off for those moments, and that there was nothing else but immense pleasure.

Harry came inside you, filling your walls with his cum. It felt too good to be true, especially combined with the guttural grunts coming from the back of his throat as he buried his head into your neck. When you noticed the grip on your hips had become less firm, you knew that he was slowly coming down from his orgasm. You both were both still panting, and kept silent as Harry carefully pulled himself out of you.

The empty feeling you had was made up for by a ton of kisses to your neck and your cheek, which made you chuckle a bit.

"Are you okay, baby?" Harry asked. No matter how many times you guys shared the bed, you would never not get butterflies from his attentiveness after the sex. He'd do everything you asked. Hell, he'd run around town looking for everything you need if he had to.

"Never been better." You turned your head to look at him; you wanted him to know that it wasn't some sarcastic comment. In fact, you were ecstatic with the fact that whatever was going on between the two of you was now settled.

"Can't believe you're mine now." He sighed, his face painted with a smile so big that you could see his dimples from miles away. He planted a kiss to your swollen lips and ran his hands through your messy hair.

"Yeah, you're stuck with me forever." You teased, your hand now also finding his brown locks.

"Hmm, best life sentence I could ask for."

#harry styles #Harry styles smut #Harry styles one shot #oneshot #one shot #Harry styles smut one shot #Harry #styles #fanfic #fanfic one shot #mafia!harry #Harry Edward styles #fanfiction

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onedayimgonnasnap · 1 year

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(Idk if your requests are still open, if not feel free to ignore this <3)

But ok ok hear me out. Part 2 of the meeting Floyd’s parents in which it’s Mrs. Leech doting over you n stuff!

Have a wonderful day or night :)

HURRAY!! :D

Im kinda excited you are asking for a PT2 Ngl-

Meeting His Parents PT2

Floyd X reader

Warnings: None really but maybe cursing

You were scared, terrified. Both Mrs. Leech and Mr. Leech was taking you by the arm on both sides and carrying you away throughout the mall.

They were buying you clothes, new shoes, jewelry even. WHERE ARE THEY GETTING THIS MONEY. You already knew Floyd and his family were basically in the fish mafia and you knew the money they are spending on you is probably obtained illegally.

This made you scared, because the moment they buy you stuff with that money now you’re officially in their gang. You’re dead, if the cops are arresting them you’re most likely gone with them. Is this a threat? Maybe.

You were at a cafe with both of the parents staring at you as you took a sip of the hot chocolate in front of you. This is extremely intimidating.

They’re both giving you the famous leech smile you’re familiar with from their antichrist of sons.

You offer an awkward smile, awkwardly let out a laugh.

“Sooooo, how are you both?” You let out a small laugh trying to break the silence.

“Darling, aren’t they just adorable?! Howd our son land such a cute darling fishie?!” Miss leech yelled clenching her fist clearly trying to control herself from squeezing you to death.

“Our son must have blackmailed the poor unfortunate soul.” Mr leech giggled in amusement.

“Aha” You fake laughed.

“You know when Floyd was still a tiny eel he used to steal human food and bring it to the ocean only for it to be ruined and soggy?!” His mother said, laughing uncontrollably.

“Yes I do recall how sad he was eating the cold and soggy, he tried it once from land that a human put down next to the ocean as a sacrifice.” He laughed uncontrollably.

You also started to begin to laugh as they told you the most embarrassing stories about your boyfriend.

Floyd was upset, the people who created and raised him took his one true love Shrimpy. And he was abandoned in the school prison.

Azul ended up going there to laugh at Floyd and Jade then paid the money after realizing who’s gonna give him free labor-

He found out through a rumor and from over hearing Trey laugh about it with Riddle who was honestly waiting for this day to come.

As soon as Floyd and Jade got out. Oh boy all hell was gonna break loose Floyd was gonna find his Shrimpy.

———

While you were laughing with his parents you got this horrible chill down your spine like something bad was gonna happen. And immediate panic set it- Oh shit.

“SHRIMPY-“ A familiar dramatic voice cried out from the doors of the cafe you were sitting at with his parents.

‘Oh god no.’

He immediately spotted you and like an abnormal Titan started running to you. You got up and was about to run away till he threw his big body on you and tacked you to the table.

You couldn’t breathe.

“Oh Shrimpy how I missed you so much- you have no idea how they treated us there. It was horrible.”

“Floyd it wasn’t that bad haha.” A similar amused voice said behind him Jade clearly amused.

“Oh boys just in time we were just telling MC how much you used to pee on the seaweed-“

“MOM” “MOTHER-“

#disney twst #twst #twist x reader #twst x y/n #twst x reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #disney twisted wonderland #Disney #floyd leech #floyd leech x reader #twst floyd

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Your TWST S/O reacts to you singing a familiar tune !!

First post oh lord. But this is mainly about if a certain TWST Character heard you singing song from their story for Ex: Hakuna Matata or Part of Your World! This is my first time ever writing something like this and fairly new to TWST spare me 🙇🏾‍♀️ !

Part 2

Azul Ashengrotto

You we’re hanging out with him in his office while Azul was doing whatever Fish Mafia do. Probably looking over his contracts.

You had nothing better else to do other than sit on your phone while you watched your boyfriend do his work. Just out of pure coincidence, you started to hum the tune ‘Poor Unfortunate Souls’

At first , he doesn’t mind your humming and finds it quite enjoyable. Few more minutes go by, he finds himself somehow humming the tune with you. He stops, starts to guess what song you are singing and how does he know it.

After you finish humming the song. Azul questions you about what song name is. Sitting there confuse by the sudden question. You debate on telling him because from your world, this song is sung by Ursula. Would he believe you if you told him the truth?

In the end , you didn’t tell him the truth and decided to try and dodge his question. He didn’t stop questioning you about the name of the song. He kept saying how the song felt familiar too him but he’s never heard it before? He even asked you to sing it again but with the lyrics.

He eventually does give up, after you say that you don’t remember the words and you refusing to still tell him the name of the song not the artist. He treats you to a drink at the Monstro Lounge as apologies for even trying to dig in further.

But just cuz he’s not asking you about it anymore. Doesn’t mean he isn’t going to do his research about that songs origins. (Spoiler Alert: he hasn’t found anything yet.)

Malleus Draconia

Another normal day of Gargoyle Watching with your lovely boyfriend Malleus. You enjoy every moment you spend with him but sometimes it can get a little boring with him. But you would never admit that to his face, it would hurt your heart to see his sad face.

Out of pure coincidence while on your stroll with Malleus looking at the statues. You begin to sing the tune ‘Upon a Dream’ by coincidence as you walked right beside him.

Malleus took in your beautiful voice as you sung this familiar tune. Your voice sounding like angels singing to his ears.

Huh? What was this tune you were singing actually? He pondered. Why did it feel so familiar too him.

He would stop his stroll to question you about the song. You shouldn’t have been surprised for Malleus to heard of the song. But you debated on telling him the truth because the song was sung by Princess Aurora herself. Would he question how you knew this song?

In the end, you decided not to tell him. He respected your choice and asked for you to keep singing for him for a little while longer for him. You agreed and kept singing while you kept watching the Gargoyles with him.

Bonus!!: He has gone to Lilia and spoke to him bout the tune you were singing. Lilia was quite surprised how you knew the tune that Princess Aurora sung to her Prince.

Lilia ought to question later about it but for now he explained to Malleus that the song was an old love song sung by a human decades ago. Malleus of course, wanted to question you as well for how someone like you would know such an old sung? But he decided to just relish in the fact that you were singing a love song to himself. His heart couldn’t take such a thought. He would start looking up love songs to sing back to you.

Floyd & Jade Leech

Imagine dating both brothers. Wow isn’t your life just exciting. There is never dull day with these two as your significant other.

While your two boyfriends were doing gods knows what. You were sat in one of the booths at the Monstro Lounge. Sitting there drinking a nice glass of Coral Sea Blast. You got bored just sitting there and started singing to yourself.

Under the Sea, a classic song. You chose this song on purpose to sing due to the fishy and sea like atmosphere of the Lounge.

While singing to yourself, and staring off into space. You didn’t notice two sharp eye eels staring directly at you.

Listening to your every word as you sung out the catchy tune. They actually knew this tune because it’s quite the popular song back in their hometown.

Floyd was the first one to approach you, snapping you out of your little trance. Smiling at you goofily and nuzzling your hair. How did his little Shrimpy know one of the most popular songs in the Sea?

Jade not to far behind from his brother came up from the other side of you. Nodding and smiling agreeing with Floyd. He compliments you on how pretty of a singing voice you have.

The two basically have you squished between them as they both coo at how adorable you are singing and we’re having fun to yourself a few minutes ago.

They later on promise one day they’ll show you the sea and take you for a swim with them… this could potentially be very fun and exciting but also terrifying with these two.

Ruggie Buuchi

When your little hyena lover isn’t taken away by a bossy lion and listening to his every rule. He’s busy sunbathing with you outside and enjoying your company as he lays his head in your lap.

He enjoys these moment to the fullest because it’s the few breaks he gets when he’s not getting bossed around by Leona or he’s the one bossing around Leona himself.

While relishing in each other’s presence, you decided to sing a soft tune to yourself as you closed your eyes enjoying the soothing atmosphere.

His little hyena ears perk up to the sudden humming coming from you. He feels even more relaxed and at peace. Hell he could even fall asleep listening to your voice.

But what was this song you we’re singing? Well you were humming the beat of Hakuna Matata due to the peaceful time you are having and it felt oddly fitting.

Ruggie couldn’t help but shake off the feeling as if he has heard this song before. The beat seemed awfully familiar.

That’s when it hits him. This song is a quite popular song back in his hometown he used to hear people go by sing it when he was younger. It’s been a while since he heard that song resurface.

You hesitated to tell him the truth of how you knew the song. So instead, you agreed on him saying that one of the students had sung it to themselves and you happened to overheard them.

He opens his eyes and decides to question you on how you have heard the song. Did one of the other Savanaclaw students happen to sing it near you?

Ruggie couldn’t help but feel like you weren’t telling the truth but decided to shrug it off. To be fair, the song is pretty catchy so it wouldn’t be surprising if somehow just randomly sung it.

He even joined on singing the song with you until he eventually fell asleep.

#disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #first post #i don’t like my writing aa #twisted wonderland x reader #disney #one shot #headcanon #twst fanfic #twst wonderland #malleus draconia #ruggie bucchi #azul ashengrotto #floyd leech #jade leech #writing #twst headcanons #A Familiar Tune

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Knowing that the whole shit with Mimic was so that the Port Mafia could attain a special ability buisness license.

Really makes me wonder why Natsume didn't give them one sooner?

I mean he gave one to the Agency at least 8 years ago. Because untold origins is 12 years prior to canon and Dark Era is 4 years prior to canon.

So what was this some kind of test? Because Natsume is the reason Odasaku stopped killing. So why, why do all of that just so Mori can have him kill and die here?

Was it to get Dazai to switch organisations? Because Natsume was around him and Dazai seemingly knew who he was.

Did Natsume know Mori's plan? I assume so because of how close those two seem to be. Was it even completly Mori's plan?

Somethings very fishy about all of this.

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd dazai #bsd natsume #natsume soseki #bsd mori #bsd dark era #bsd odasaku

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Blindfolds and Curry

(Also on ao3)

For @bsdfanweek Day 3 - Secret Relationship

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Chuuya sighed the moment he stepped into his apartment, the scent of brine in the air.

"Can you not today? Boss had me basically tortured all day to make me swear I haven't seen you."

"Well then," a familiar fishy voice came from behind him just as a silken cloth crossed his vision. He felt it being tied comfortably behind his head. "Let's make sure you don't see me."

"Asshole," Chuuya grumbled, but he didn't fight the other as Dazai maneuvered him out of his coat before kneeling to take off his shoes. "You better be putting those away correctly.”

"Yes, yes,” Dazai waved off his complaints, and Chuuya leaned into the kiss he gave him. Something soft and domestic, a simple I'm home. Chuuya slumped with exhaustion, not even yelling when he heard the predictable careless thump of his shoes being dropped into a disarray.

Dazai's hands rubbed at his shoulders, a silently asked are you okay? Chuuya shrugged off his touch after a moment, walking by memory towards his kitchen. Being tortured because of his partner's betrayal of the Port Mafia wasn't fun, but Chuuya had had worse, and it definitely helped knowing that while Dazia had betrayed everyone else, he hadn't betrayed Chuuya. He'd even gone so far as to risk coming back to Chuuya's apartment the night Chuuya returned from overseas just to warn him of what had happened.

Chuuya pulled out a bottle of wine, using his ability to pop the cork. He was almost tempted to drink straight from the bottle, but then he felt the coolness of glass being pressed to his free hand and he curled his fingers around the stem.

“I'll order something delivered,” Dazai murmured, pressing his heat against Chuuya's back while speaking against the top of his head. Dazai's hands soothed Chuuya's sore shoulders, running up and down his arms and chest possessively. Chuuya grimaced as the movement agitated the wounds under his clothes, and he could feel the aura of malice coming from behind him. “Go, sit. Get comfy,” Dazai said nonchalantly, tone betraying nothing of his mood.

Chuuya didn't argue, moving towards the living area to rest. He heard the sounds of Dazai calling in for curry at the local place nearby before he felt the other's presence join him on the couch. Chuuya sipped at his dry red, breathing deeply and taking a few moments to just exist in this moment with his partner. Beneath the blindfold, his eyes were shut.

Dazai's touch didn't startle him as the other reached for his hand, playing with his fingers for a few moments before tracing up his wrists, forearms. Then those fingers moved to his shirt, slowly unbuttoning it to reveal the damage Chuuya had borne due to Dazai's betrayal.

“I could kill him,” Dazai stated, empty of emotion.

“No, you couldn't,” Chuuya denied him tiredly. “Oda would be disappointed.”

Dazai hissed quietly, like a cat pet the wrong way, and Chuuya felt him duck under his chin, kissing over Chuuya's throat where the signs of a recent strangulation attempt remained.

“I could. For you.”

“I wouldn't ask you to,” Chuuya said, “and I don't need you to, either. I can protect myself, Mackerel.”

“You should have pulverized him for touching you. For daring to–”

“No more work talk,” Chuuya cut him off, hearing the words Dazai wasn't saying. The I hate to see you hurt, the I'm sorry, and I feel useless. “Just…come here.” Chuuya lifted his arm, reaching out, and Dazai eventually shuffled closer. He pressed against his side, curling up as if he could make himself smaller than Chuuya, head nestling against his shoulder.

Chuuya sighed, nosing against Dazai's hair and taking in the scent of the sea. “Did you try drowning today?” he asked, unimpressed.

“No,” Dazai mumbled, petulant. “I just sat on the beach for a while. Too cold.”

Chuuya hummed in agreement. “Good. Last thing your weak ass needs is to get sick.”

Dazai's fingers slipped between his open shirt, tracing the bandages decorating Chuuya's ribcage. He peeled one corner away to reveal their truth. Even and methodical, the cuts beneath could only have been made by a sharp weapon, something small and precise. A scalpel.

Chuuya's hand covered Dazai's, pressing the bandage back to his chest. He nipped the tip of Dazai's ear, surprising the brunet enough that he was pulled from his thoughts, realizing he'd been grinding his teeth tightly. He unlocked his jaw, opening and closing his mouth a few times, and Chuuya offered a slight brush of lips against his jaw as a silent reward.

“He'll give up eventually,” Chuuya reminded him. “He's just mad at himself for pushing you away.”

“He doesn't get to take that out on you,” Dazai snarled lowly. “If he wants to offer recompense, I'll gladly take my pound of flesh from him.”

“No. You won't,” Chuuya denied him again.

“...I want to.” Chuuya could hear his pout.

“I know. But he's not worth that; you giving up.”

“I'm not even on the good side yet. Couldn't I kill him and then start my two years underground?”

“And if you kill him, who's going to lead the Port Mafia? You? Me?”

“Ane-san could–”

“You know damn well that she doesn't want to, and she won't if you try to make her.”

“...Verlaine?” Chuuya snorted at the idea, and he felt Dazai lose some of his tension, giggling a little at the thought himself. “You're right, he'd never do something that required him to leave his precious basement.”

Chuuya laughed, shaking his head. “Just forget it. Boss is the best leader available right now, even if he is a bit of a bastard sometimes.”

“ All the time,” Dazai corrected.

“Shush. Just focus on your light shit. I can handle the dark, partner.”

Dazai shivered against him at the title, pulling Chuuya closer as his arms wrapped around his waist. Chuuya let him, idly playing with Dazai's hair until their doorbell rang.

“Food's here. Go get it,” Chuuya said, tugging lightly on Dazai's hair to make him move.

Dazai complained the whole way, but he did get up, moving to answer the door. Chuuya reached for his glass of wine, taking a slow sip, frowning when Dazai didn't immediately return. He sat up, head cocked towards the foyer but he couldn't even hear the mumble of voices. He was reaching up to remove the blindfold before a familiar hand stopped him.

“I got sushi!” Dazai sang, and the crinkle of bags joined him.

Chuuya hummed, relaxing, before his brow furrowed. “I thought you ordered curry?”

“Nope! Did Chuuya want curry?”

“I don't care. I just thought–”

The doorbell rang again. Chuuya stiffened, hearing Dazai rush to the door before returning with the sounds of more bags.

“I got curry!” Dazai sang, “since my little doggie wanted it so badly.”

Chuuya scowled, tearing off the blindfold to glare at Dazai. There was a bag of sushi–enough for one–on the table between them, and a bag of curry for two in Dazai's hands.

“Where did the sushi come from?” Chuuya demanded.

“I ordered it.”

Chuuya's eyes narrowed. Dazai's face gave nothing away. “No, you didn't.”

“Just because Chibi didn't hear me, doesn't mean–”

“Who was at the door, Dazai?”

“The food delivery person.”

“Who brought the sushi?”

“...a food delivery person.”

Chuuya's lip curled. “Don't lie to me.”

Dazai was silent, watching him. His eyes were dark, but Chuuya could see the storm of fury underneath that spoke of his anger.

“I'm not,” Dazai said evenly, carefully. “The sushi was brought by someone delivering you food. Someone who thought you might've had trouble getting food tonight.”

Chuuya exhaled slowly. There had only been one person present for his questioning today: the Boss himself. Mori has even kept it secret from Kouyou, no doubt because she would have never allowed it.

“Dazai–”

“He's not dead,” Dazai immediately cut him off. “I let him leave.”

Chuuya eyed him doubtfully.

“...and he won't touch you again,” Dazai added. Then he smiled. It was wrong, mean and twisted, and Chuuya didn't like the look of it on the other's face. He grabbed a pillow from the couch, throwing it and hitting Dazai square in the face. When it fell to the ground, the smile was gone, replaced by a familiar pout. “Chuuya!” Dazai whined, stomping his foot dramatically, “So mean!”

“Shut up and come eat,” Chuuya said, resigned. He'd deal with whatever mess Dazai had stirred up tomorrow.

—--

Dazai opened the door with a pleasant grin, one that immediately froze over and shattered the moment his eyes landed on the man at the door. Mori's eyes widened with genuine surprise before a smirk began to twist his lips up.

“Ah, I kn–”

Dazai shoved him back, stepping out the door and closing it soundlessly behind him.

“You touch him again, you won't like it when I come back,” Dazai cut him off, darkly pleased by the way the smirk fell from Mori's face.

“When?” Mori questioned, brow rising in interest. “So you would return?”

“I would,” Dazai nodded, eyes steady, “to send us both sailing off the top of your building. I'd even hold onto you the whole way down so your precious Elise wouldn't interfere.”

Mori stiffened. “A threat? Really, Dazai, haven't you grown past those?”

“Not a threat,” Dazai murmured, stepping closer until they were practically breathing the same air. “A promise.”

Mori frowned. “There's no need for such hostility.”

“Right now, Mori-sensei, there's only one goddamned reason left for me to even try to keep breathing, and he's waiting for me to bring him curry for dinner.” Dazai narrowed his eyes in challenge. “Take that reason away. I dare you.”

Mori paused, studying Dazai for a moment before offering the white plastic bag Dazai hadn't realized he was holding. “Well then. You best bring him dinner, hm? It's sushi, not curry. I thought he might have some difficulty procuring food tonight. He…had a rough day.”

Dazai smiled sharply, cutting. “How thoughtful.” He accepted the bag. “He just needs some rest. I'm sure a day like today won't happen again.”

Mori studied Dazai for a long moment. He tilted his head in acknowledgment, turning to leave.

He passed a food delivery person in the lobby; it smelled like curry.

#soukoku #bsd #my writing #nakahara chuuya #dazai osamu

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sniggerwarning · 2 years

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KIMHAN Names and Nicknames

Yess I went around collecting Kim's names as if they are collectibles. And believe me they are. I have made a list of it.

Show-given

Kimhan Theerapanyakul

Kim Theerapanyakul

WiK

Fandom-given

Kimothy - @patspran

Mafia Princeling - @luckydragon10

Kimbert Einstein - Twitter

Kimberly Kardashian

Kimlock Holmes - Twitter

Kim Skywalker - @queerbrainrot

WiKachu

Kim Possible - Twitter

Kimlor Swift - Twitter

Kim Bond 007

Kimmie Chan - @thats-rough-buddy04

Gay Mafia Hannah Montana - @kissporsche

Ice Prince

Hannibal Montana - @chirabella

Kimrotonin - @kimencyclopaedia

Kimhanipulator - @bubbleworldaddict

Kimlown - @ss121382

Floppy Haired Bitch - @fishy-xp

Kimeowmeow - @patspran

Kimadict Cumberbatch - @dovey-luv-bug

Kimward Cullen - @sliceduplife

Klown Kim - @shouyo-yo

Lesbian Mafia Paris Hilton - @thou-breath-of-autumns-being

Wannabe Harry Styles - @headempty-justgay

High Class Bitch with commitment issues - @fandomtraveller20

Kimbob Murderpants - Meeee!!!

Kimt Barton - @guzhu-furen

Wik Wisconsin - @glamgoblin

Kimtten - @the-cookie-of-doom

Kimmy - Peter Knight's Twitter 🤣

Hot Cat Burglar - @shou-jpeg

John Wik - @nameinandau

And y'all are welcome to add more to these.😂

Twitter Source 👇🏼

Peter Knight's Twitter source👇🏼

#kinnporsche #kinnporsche la forte #kinnporsche the series #kim theerapanyakul #kimhan theerapanyakul #kimporchay #kimchay #jeff satur

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twst-lovecraft · 2 years

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Little things they do

twst char x reader || fluff || romantic relationship (at crushing state) [🌻]

TW: mention of stalking behaviour as a joke (Rook); trauma (Riddle); OOC

Little things they do: {part 1} {part 2}

Summary: Little things that they do when they’re crushing on you although they do not notice their change in behaviour.

Character(s): Jack Howl, Vil Schoenheit, Riddle Rosehearts

Jack Howl:

He would notice his crush on you pretty quickly but our poor boy is in denial most of the time yet his actions always betray his words. He may seems so exasperated with you most of the time but on the inside, his heart’s wanting to jump out of his chest every single time.

Jack definitely became more protective of his crush ever since his feeling started to take root in the first place and he will do this unconsciously. Like if he notice some random students that is running around in the hallway carelessly and if you’re also nearby then he will put a hand in front of you protectively to stop and shield you from walking straight into those troublesome students. Then after he realise what he is doing, you will face a blushing Jack as the redness of his cheeks is clear like daylight.

You bet the he would be denying that he’s being overprotective of you and saying that he’s not a good person at all. And if you wanted to tease him further then just keep thanking him with gratitude or question if he may harbor some special feelings for you.

The beastman will also unconsciously lend out a helping hand every time when he’s seeing you struggle to carry something or when you forgot your lunch money. Do not worry cause Jack is here to help you with your problem. He’s doing this because he wanted to become someone that you can rely on in hard times. Unlike some fishy under the sea mafia dorms, he will do this without asking for a pay back.

Ofcourse, everyone could tell that Jack’s into you when you’re absent and out of his view for a moment, he would look like a lost puppy. And if someone would dare to event speak out about his obvious reaction when you’re not around, he will sent them a sharp glare. If looks could kill, the person who has the nerve to ask that question would drop dead at the spot.

And you could tell that he’s very happy when you came to visit him when he’s having an after school Track and Field club meeting as his tail is wagging in a speed of light. He wanted to stop his tail but when he’s seeing you also care about him and came to visit, he could not help himself. Trust me, Jack’s cursing inside his mind when you mention his tail is wagging to fast.

Vil Schoenheit:

It will take longer for him to even notice that he has harbor feelings towards you so you should be prepare dear because this is going to be a long trip with a slow burn topping with unnecessary stalking observing from Rook. If it won’t for Rook, Vil may not realise he how deep he had fall into the pit of love itself.

Because Vil’s a good actor, he definitely could held back his emotion and always think before he act. Another reason he must held back his emotion and reaction towards you is because the last thing that Vil would wanted is that getting you in the paparazzi and some of his overreacting fans’ radar (you could say that he’s protective of you but he’s doing that in the shadow). But there’s time where he would slip up if you pay attention.

Vil may not be open like Jack but his action is more subtle and clam in a way and it’s only leading to people’ re thinking that you had caught the attention and being a new project of the Vil Schoenheit like a certain first year with a cute complex and lavender hair that in the same dorm as his. At the beginning, Vil might think he only do this because you’re like Epel in a way but held some respect about his point of view which definitely makes his job easier.

There’s a time when you and Vil are the bathroom to fix up your makeup and hair after lunch break (or just fixing your hair and watching him fixing his makeup if you see yourself not comfortable with it). Although no talking necessary, you could tell that Vil is relax and letting his wall down for you to be with him at this time of the day. After that section, Vil seems to be less cranky and overbearing for the rest of the day.

There might been a time or two (if he’s pining for you for years then it would be more than just two times) that you’ve been invited to his room, either the reason of you being invited there is for him to teach you about proper skincare or to tutor you potions / alchemy homeworks or to watch some movies with him then analyze it with him. And when there’s only you two alone, Vil talks and share his thoughts to you a lot and more than usual. (He lowkey wants to spoil you rotten)

He’s a big tease when there’s only you two or around Epel and Rook. Vil might look like he’s a serious and uptight person all of the time but let me tell you that he’s living for your flustered face or you witty come back at him. Either of that is fine as long as he get a reaction out of you.

Riddle Roseheart:

It would also take a long time for him to realise that he has been crushing on you. Not because of the same reason as Vil but it’s more personal because he really do not allowed to have any real social interaction and experience in romance because of his parents’ way of educated him.

Even when he has started to go to Night Raven, romance is still a strange category that he did not wanted to experience. At least, in his mind, he would only wanted to experience “romance” once he started to having a stable life and already graduated.

When he’s still in his denial state, Riddle would be caught distracted in classes, especially classes that he has with you. This is really odd for him and for everyone already know him well. And this leading to Riddle avoiding you a lot so that he could keep up with his studies and responsibilities. But avoiding you is kinda counterproductive in return so Riddle has to find Trey and Cater for help. Until then, he realise he’s having a not so small crush on you.

He may see himself as subtle and clam but in reality, when he’s talking to you or walking side by side, you may see him blushing a little bit. And around you, he seems to be way softer and less strict than usual. He treats you like a proper lady and wanted to be the one who you would find in need.

You would also being invited more usually for the Unbirthday Party in his dorm. Riddle wanted everything to be top notch and perfect for you because he just wanted you to enjoy spending your time at his dorm. You might catch him constantly fixing his crown and clothes during the party. And Riddle would definitely tries to impress you with his skill in croquet.

Sometimes, you would also catch Riddle staring at you during class or during some study section or the Unbirthday Party that you have attended. It’s obvious to everyone that he’s love struck even by the most little thing that you do. He might use his observation and analytical skill to see which is your favourite pastry among the dish in the Unbirthday Party.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst headcanons #heartslabyul #savanaclaw #pomefiore #jack howl x reader #vil schoenheit x reader #riddle rosehearts x reader #twst_little things they do p1

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Tachihara, Jouno, + Tecchou with a TS! reader in her reputation era

okay I had an idea and I knew I needed to write, so here we are. inspired while listening to Call It What You Want, but I wrote the whole thing while listening to this playlist. also, you may not know this, but Tachihara is actually one of my favourites.

brief mentions of alcohol.

Every lover known in comparison is a failure I forget their names now, I'm so very tame now Never be the same now, now

(ready for it, taylor swift)

because of his work in the mafia, you would obviously have to be private. which was easy, because you were currently keeping yourself away from society after an incident with a 'friend' that seemed to have the whole world in-the-know about it. your plans for a revenge album were partially thrown out the window when you met him. I mean, how could you NOT write songs about this man? he was drop-dead gorgeous and always tried to help you out. when you first saw each other, he recognised you instantly but did not show it because he was with Hirotsu. it was a nice surprise to him when you came across each other again at Barnes & Nobles, and you two decided to have a brief conversation. he was charming, but it took a few other meetings of coincidence for you to give him your number. you got closer by him crashing at your place. you would talk about things you didn't tell anyone else and he would start to tell you little snippets about what he carries in his heart. you casually mentioned there was a new book out from your favourite series (it's my writing y'all it's my writing I'm not a published author but your favourite series is written by Keys in this story and you don't have a choice <33) and he brought it to you the next day with your favourite dessert. you were not very affectionate with each other at first, but eventually you could not stay away from or off of each other. holding hands beneath the dinner table, goodbye and greeting kisses, and he would always go home and cuddle you until you fall asleep together (your alarm clock (which was more his, since he is the only one who really used it) always ticked you off). some nights you would talk, have a glass of something, and others you would just lay on the couch with a blanket and cry without a single word being exchanged. you would share the entire songwriting process with him and he supported you the WHOLE WAY. and when you finally released it? he attended as many shows as possible and always told you how much he adored the songs on it!

Say my name and everything just stops I don't want you like a best friend Only bought this dress so you could take it off

(dress, taylor swift)

first of all, he is not sure about the phone call. it feels fishy to him (no he doesn't feel fish thank God for that) but he still really likes your music. it does not add up because you have never seemed to be a bad person or liar before. he takes a neutral stance on the controversy until he meets you. you both meet when you're out of your house, getting something from a store, and he happens to be on a mission. he is instantly sidetracked and asks for an autograph. you end up signing his sword and you meet again at the bakery. you bonded over some obscure food opinions and hesitantly gave him your number. he seemed like a golden retriever, so it couldn't be too bad, right? the friendship progressed slowly. you were cautious, he didn't want to overstep boundaries because he's a precious baby. he doesn't really confess to you for a while later but he still does everything he can with his schedule to show that he cares. he gets the feeling you're having a bad day? he will show up at your door and give you a hug. he is not great with words and he does not really trust himself to give you good food. Jouno is really suspicious of this behaviour but decides it isn't worth his time. when you confess to him, he accepts with so little hesitation that, in the following silence, you know you're both in love. you kept some of his stuff, and he kept his word not to tell people. you spend all of the next day thinking about him and writing songs, and when he's back in the evening, you sing them. when you release your next album and come back strong? he has never been happier. even though he can't always show it with his words, you can tell, quite easily, that he loves you.

Ugh, I love him but I hate how this turned out. :/ this is weirdly hard to write???

I want to wear his initial On a chain 'round my neck, chain 'round my neck Not because he owns me But 'cause he really knows me Which is more than they can say, I

(call it what you want, taylor swift)

this bitch didn't even know about the drama or listen to your music when you met. I mean, he had heard of you and that you were supposed to be really talented and all, but he wasn't invested and didn't mind. when he met you running errands for Fukuchi, you two had a brief conversation to make fun of a rude customer at the store. you got along because of mutual snarky humor and saltiness, but it eventually turned to teasing each other. you introduced yourselves, and took each others' rather shocking identities as calmly as possible. you gave him your number because it seemed like he hated most other people enough to not give it to them. because he can tell when people are telling a lie, he took the news about the drama from you with a ticked-off attitude. who else could piss you off like he could?! of course, he understood how much it hurts you, it's obvious to him. so you make fun of a certain person together and you get closer from late-night conversations. he knew when you fell for him, and he was bothered by it at first. not bothered at you, but because he returned the feelings and this could put you in danger. even when he loved seeing you mad at him, he always preferred to see you happy. he does things for you, and his love language was giving you acts of service. you, in turn, showered him with your time. with time, you became inseperable. you could not stop writing songs about him, and when you quietly sang them to him on midnights, his ears were finally soothed from Tetcho's yapping. he would never stand for someone disrespecting you, and it makes your heart flutter every time.

okay, we're done! this took a little long for me to write, and it's not well-edited. reminder that requests are open and to take care of yourselves. Have a wonderful day! (also, how would you all describe my writing style? low-key curious????)

edit: I'm not sure how to feel about this piece.

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs #jouno #jouno saigiku #bsd jouno #jouno x reader #saigiku jouno #tachihara #tachihara michizou #bsd tachihara #tachihara x reader #tetchou suehiro #bsd tetchou #tetchou x reader

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