#I don't know what amuses me more - him brushing his teeth AT his desk or the fact that Robin texts in all caps apparently

[roll-of-royces]

HC: The LaDS Find You as a Neko

This is a request I ran into by @chryssikyu and as I love a good Neko I had fun!

Xavier considers himself to be fairly prepared for the world at large. He's not so simple as most people seem to think he is, but this he did not expect. 

You are asleep, curled up on top of the covers instead of beneath them. That's not the unusual part, the two of you are avid nap takers. Many afternoons have been dedicated to curling up together and falling asleep in the sun. 

This is different. This is different for several reasons. One, you're napping in nothing but a thin white nightdress that barely comes to the mid-thigh. Two, you have two large fluffy looking cat ears. Three, those ears are accompanied by a lush tail that drapes over your thigh as you slumber. 

The fur has a soft pale white sheen. He has no idea how this could have happened, and he's seen so much in his life. Xavier approaches, steps light, as if he is approaching a threat instead of the light of his life. His hand reaches out, tentatively brushing the tip of your new ear. It twitches, not a trick. 

He can't help himself, he sinks onto the edge of the bed, you huff but don't awaken. Before he knows it he has his hand around your tail, dragging downward to feel the soft warmth. You open your eyes, and those too have changed. Your pupils are different, cat like, though still your color. 

"Do you understand me?" He asks carefully. 

You hum, yawn again, and rest your head on his lap, "Xavier." Your voice is the same, still rough with sleep. Still you, just you a little different. 

"What happened?" His hand comes to curl into your hair, it feels softer than it was before. It's nice.

"Dunno." You close your eyes, apparently content to go back to sleep. "Missed you." 

He smiles, because that never gets old to hear. You lean into his hand, arms curling around his waist. Well, he could nap. 

"Move over." He murmurs and you do as asked, knowing well enough he will join you. You'll figure this out in due time. For now he curls atop the bed, with you pressed along his side, tail twitching contentedly as he holds you to him. 

It's not entirely uncommon for Zayne to find you in his office, especially since the two of you started openly stating you're a couple. Sometimes you drop in to see him, sometimes you're only there long enough to leave take-out on his desk before you're gone again. 

Regardless seeing you is always a pleasant surprise. He says your name in greeting, but you keep looking out the window. You're in a hoodie, hood up. It might be Xaviers'. Zayne chews on the jealousy of that for a moment, before letting out a slow breath through his nose. 

You must have been cold. He'll give you his jacket to wear home. You don't look up when he enters, eyes still pinned on something out of the window. He takes another step and sees Clopidogrel hovering on the windowsill. "We should set out some more nuts for him." Zayne says conversationally, walking toward his desk to get the bag he has there for this very purpose. 

Once he's by his desk he gets a view of your face, somewhat shadowed by the hood. There is enough light to see your eyes, the unnatural shape of them. Zayne freezes, scanning you over for injuries. Bag forgotten he heads right for you, watching you track the resident squirrel. 

His hand comes to your chin, pulling your face up to look at him. A doctor's gaze that floods concern through him, he pushes the hood back and is met with twitching fluffy black ears. His thumb pulls your lip up to see the sharpness of some of your teeth. He's heard of this condition only vaguely. 

Harmless, short term. Like the common cold, the tightness in his shoulders relaxes. "Are you alright?" 

Your eyes continue to track the squirrel, "Yes." 

"You can't have him." Zayne informs you, amusement coloring his tone. He'll need to take the rest of the day off at least, make sure you're safe. Your impulsivity will be up, you're likely to do something foolish. 

"Want him." 

He reaches out and pets the top of your head, scratching at your scalp with his nails to distract you from the prey you are being denied. It works, your eyes slip closed, and you lean into his hand. 

"We'll get you some food on the way home." He promises. "Come on, kitten." 

It's the first time he's used the term of endearment but Zayne thinks it might stick. 

Rafayel juggles the bags over one arm as he pushes his studio door open with his foot, calling out as soon as he's through, "If only my bodyguard came with me today. These bags are so heavy!" He gets the door closed, frowning when you don't call out in reply or approach. 

Depositing the bags onto the kitchen counter Rafayel goes off in search of you. He doesn't expect what he finds. You're on the balcony outside of your shared bedroom, in nothing but one of his shirts. Which normally he would not mind, not one bit. 

However. You have a pair of purple ears and a tail to match, a tail that is moving on its own, flicking from side to side. Oh no, oh no. You've got that weird cat sickness. He's read about it, he even had a nightmare once. 

Rafayel rushes toward you, colliding with the balcony railing to look at you. And when you turn to him, ears pivoting, eyes strange he doesn't know what to do. "Are you ... are you alright?" 

You nod, and then step into his arms. He flounders momentarily before he remembers this is you, cat or not, this is you. And he is safe. He is safe. 

His arms wrap around you, as you tuck yourself against his chest. "Play with me, I'm bored." 

Rafayel relaxes further hearing you sound normal, if a bit needy. He likes when you're needy, he likes the fact you need him. "What do you want to do? Not eat me I hope." 

Your eyes spark with mirth, and then you sink your teeth into the side of his neck. He squeaks, but you let go and it didn't really hurt. 

"I'm not on the menu." He scolds. "Find another fish to chew on." 

#l&ds #love and deepspace #lads #xavier love and deepspace #zayne love and deepspace #rafayel love and deepspace #zayne x reader #rafayel x reader #xavier x reader #neko #lads headcanons

[yourheart-inmyhands]

I really like your writing. It gives me strength to continue living. Thank you!! Can I request Yandere! Pantalone Zhongli Neuvi Ayato with Tsundere Reader👉👈

i cannot confirm or deny whether or not i fully understood this. for clarification, i know what a tsundere is and even googled it to be double sursies, but i have never written about a tsundere before so i don't know how good this is, sorrryyyy ;v;

Warning: this post contains yandere-themes, like obsessive behaviors, intentional setting off of reader, and other potential topics. Please read at your own risk!

Yandere!Pantalone would be so confused and irked. He doesn’t understand it, he doesn’t understand you. You’re so cold and off-putting at times and other times you’re a fumbling, blushing mess. He’s confused as to why you seem to flip between the two so fervently, he tries his best to understand it but all the mora in Teyvat still couldn’t help him figure it out.

Pantalone and you sit, silently eating dinner in his office. It’s a typical night with nothing but the company between you two. “Here, try this.” Pantalone uses his fork to pick up a bite of his food, something he had been served but that you had initially passed on. He smiles softly at the faint blush that settles onto your cheeks, brushing over the soft skin. When he points out how he adores it though it only darkens as you scowl at him. Even if he doesn’t understand the sudden switch, he still brings to light that he finds your pout even cuter, launching you into a spiral of angry words.

Yandere!Zhongli is a little baffled at first but seems to quickly pick up on what things cause that subtle shift in your behavior. He often does things intentionally to make you ‘upset’ , finding you to be quite humorous and adorable. 

Zhongli couldn’t help but smile as you ranted and raved about a comment of his, your balled fist lightly tapping his chest as you pretended to strike him. When a chuckle arose he had to bring his hand up to politely cover his mouth, his teeth sinking into his tongue to prevent the escape of the noise. You were simply too cute, it was impossible for him to not make little comments that he knew would set you off. It was never anything harsh, he could never hurt your feelings like that, but he still knew which phrases worked best against you. And until you no longer seemed affected by them, he’d continue to use them.

Yandere!Neuvillette is entirely perplexed. His understanding of human behavior is limited to what he’s observed over the years from his position in the court and what he’s learned from stories the melusines tell him. He tries asking you about it every time only to never receive an answer, he’s even asked other people if your behavior is normal and all they can seem to reply with is that you’ve always been that way.

To say Neuvillette was confused would be an understatement, he simply could not wrap his head around any part of you. He couldn’t even ask what made you act so mean sometimes cause you’d get upset and say you weren’t being mean! Asking around to the townsfolk didn’t aid much in his pursuit of understanding either, people just seemed to know only that you’ve always been like that. Neuvillette is nothing but determined to understand what makes you, you though, so you can rest assured nothing you say will deter him from you.

Yandere!Ayato finds it rather amusing, often calling you into his office whilst he’s working so that he can see your pouty face as he teases you. The faint blush crawling across your skin makes your true feelings evident though, even still he knows when enough is enough.

Ayato smiled amusedly as he watched you rant and rave in front of his desk. Today was another day where he had called you forth to fluster you, you don’t know why you still came at this point! Your pout, crossed arms, and sudden attitude only makes things more amusing, with Ayato resting his elbows on his desk, hands intertwined beneath his chin to support his head. His eyes never leave you as he listens with intent, knowing that even if it’s just senseless rambles about how ludicrous his behavior is, it’s still you speaking to him and he’ll always listen.

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[whumpasaurus101]

Sweetheart - pt 2

Continued from this

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Asher’s eyes widened and he started struggling against Quinn once more, trying to rip his wrists from his grip but all he felt was fingernails bite against his skin. “Ro-Rodger- you f’ckin’ si-sick bastard!!!” Asher roared, specs of blood flying from his mouth.

Rodger smirked, taking a few steps closer as he twirled the knife between his fingers, “Cute,” He stopped just before he reached the desk, “If my memory serves me correct, I do remember telling you you're not allowed to be in here, hm?”

Asher’s eyes grew hard, glaring up at him as his chest rose and fell in an unsteady pattern, “Di-didn’t exa-exactly h’ve a choice… did I?” 

Rodger smirked, lifting the blade and tracing it along the previous cut, “Funny, but I’m not in the mood for backchat…” Asher cried out, his leg kicking against the wooden desk as he tried to sit up. “Stay down,” Quinn growled. 

“Come on Ashy boy, you can scream louder than that.” 

Just as the knife trailed against the same cut, Rodger dug it in deep. Asher’s eyes widened and his scream filled the room. Quinn and Rodger exchanged looks, grinning at each other as Rodger repeated his movement.

“Bring him to my chair,” He ordered, his hand gently grazing over the edge of the desk.

“Rodger- Rodger, fuck right off,” Asher growled, thrashing against Quinn as he was wrestled onto the chair, “You never pull shit like this, don't start now.”

Rodger let out an amused chuckle, “You're right. You know, Asher, I've been too soft on you.” Asher could hear his heart beating in his ears as rope was roughly tied over his wrists behind him. “Sure, I’d give you a lashing or two, but that just doesn't seem to have much effect now does it?”

Asher looked at Rodger, eyes wide, “What?!? I didn't do jackshit!” His voice cracked as he yelled up at Rodger who just shrugged, approaching him, knife in hand.

“Now now, let's not play mr innocent,” Rodger scoffed, “Ever since you've entered this bloody house, you've been nothing but a little shit.”

“Didn't exactly have a ch-”

“QUIET!!!” Rodger roared, slashing the blade across Asher’s chest. Asher cried out, his body lurching forward against the ropes in agony.

“Apologize,” Rodger ordered.

Asher looked up at him with wide eyes, “What??” 

Rodger brought the blade under Asher’s chin and forced the other to look up at him, “Quinn and I wanted to enjoy the nice party, and you come along and ruin things for me.”

Asher winced as the sharp blade bit against his skin, “I didn't do shit!” He cried out, “The shithead dragged me in here and-” He was cut off as Quinn backhanded him across his face;

“Don't talk about me like that,” He growled. 

Rodger smirked, “You've seem to have gotten yourself into some deep shit,” Rodger chuckled, “What would Aiden think?” Asher felt his heart stop, time seemed to moved slowly as a tear slowly rolled down his cheek. He opened his mouth before closing it. Rodger planted a heavy hand on his shoulder, bending down so they were fact-to-face, “What's the matter, Ashy, cat got your tongue?” 

Asher felt his face burn dark red. He couldn't breathe. A sob threatened to rip from his throat but he tried to push it down. Both of them staring down at him, he felt trapped. “You didn't answer his question,” Quinn hummed, tucking a short curl behind his ear. Asher felt sick. He slowly brought his eyes up to look at Rodger, “N-no sir…”

“Ohhhhh, that’s beautiful,” Quinn chuckled, looking to Rodger whose eyes still remained on Asher.

He dragged the knife slowly all the way down Asher’s sternum, making him cry out, gritting his teeth as tears rolled down his face. God, he was so weak. He burst into sobs, his body shaking as he looked to the ground, ashamed. 

Rodger pocketed the knife and left, slamming the door behind him. All that could be heard was Asher’s sobs. 

Quinn bent down to his hunkers, cradling Asher’s face in one hand as he brushed his thumb along his cheekbone, swiping away his tears. “Ash, darling you look so beautiful when you cry.”

Asher fully broke down, All he could hear was Aiden’s voice.

“Shhh, darling, it’s alright,” Quinn cooed, cutting the rope away and catching Asher as he fell into his arms.

My dove, so fragile. You know how much I love your tears.

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[creativepawsworld]

Silence - Chapter 34

Pairing = Thomas Shelby x Reader

Summary = Tommy and Ana finally get reconnected. 

Warnings = Language, Grammar, SEX, 18+, Mature themes. 

Word Count = 3983

Note -Basically it’s 3000 words of smut with a breeding kink you have all asked for Enjoy... Those of you who do not like this kind of writing I shall put a * where it starts and you can stop reading :) 

The sexual tension was killing me. Tommy and I had been dancing around each other for the past few days. We acted as though we were fine, forcing out smiles when we were in the eyes of his family but behind closed doors, we barely spoke two words to each other.

I closed the shop today for an extra-long lunch. I wanted to talk to Tommy after he slipped a contract into my purse without me noticing this morning and after reading it, I was annoyed.

My father had travelled to London late last night with my mother. After completing the suits for the unknown Italians, he boarded the next train available disappearing into the night, leaving me in charge once again.

Since returning to work I felt like the run of the shop fell on me, my mother came and went as she pleased, not doing any work. My father was more focused on his task that everything else fell to the way side.

Without noticing, I found myself doing everything. Sorting out the finances, which thanks to Tommy’s money was improving. I managed to store a little in the safe, for the start of the repayments. I even had a list of materials and fabrics we needed but at the minute I just didn’t have the time to outsource them.

Walking into Tommy’s office building in town, I first noticed Lizzies door was open but she was nowhere to be seen.

Rolling my eyes, knowing exactly where she would be. I marched up to the main office, opening the door without knocking to see Tommy studying the paperwork Lizzie was showing him.

She was bent over his shoulder, her long skinny finger pointing to the things she was explaining. Her dress was a size too small especially around the chest area but I could tell that was her intention.

Instead of feeling upset or jealous, I laughed. She was trying to shove her breasts into Tommy’s face, but he wasn’t paying attention. He was solely focused on the words written on the page.

Clearing my throat, Lizzie jumped away quickly, adjusting the dress, her face turning red from embarrassment as she brushed her dark hair behind her ear.

Tommy eyes left the page momentarily, blue eyes raking over my appearance. Clearing his throat, he excused Lizzie from the room, placing the document he was reading on his desk.

"Bring that dress to the shop, I'll re-adjust it for you. No charge." I smiled sweetly as Lizzie passed, making her way to the door, her face falling at my words.

"Anastasia, what do I owe the pleasure?" Tommy asked, a smirk growing on his face as he reached to his right, bringing the tumbler of brown liquid to his lips.

"You seriously didn't notice her shoving her breasts in your face?" I asked, walking into the room, resting my hands on the back of one of the guest chairs.

"I was well aware of it, didn't interest me." He shrugged, leaning back into his chair, his large frame quickly filling it out.

I felt my eyes rack over him as I brought my bottom lip between my teeth. The power simply oozing from him, just from the way he was sitting had my core tingling for attention.

I had to pull myself from my thoughts before a whimper could escape my lips. Clearing my throat, I reached into my purse pulling out the white document, throwing it onto his desk.

"Tommy, what's this? Is it supposed to be funny?" I asked, nodding down towards the sheet of paper when Tommy’s failed to take his eyes from me.

"I don't see how a contract of employment is amusing." He shook his head.

I watched as he reached forward taking a cigarette from his desk and placing it between his lips, running it along before lightening it. The smoke causing a light cloud in front of his face.

"I have a job, Tommy" I scoffed, rolling my eyes at his blasé attitude, why did I have to explain this?

"I'm aware of your current employment status, Stace." He chuckled, pulling the white stick from his lips, pointing it at me along with his index finger. "Did you read it?"

"Of course I read it" I rolled my eyes at his question. Why would I be here if I hadn’t? "Is this all some kind of joke to you?"

"Am I laughing?" He asked, with a slight shrug of his shoulders and arms. A perfectly formed pout on his lips.

"Right, Tommy, this has to stop." I tell him, holding up my hand. I could feel a headache coming on already.

"I couldn't agree more." He nodded with a sigh, leaning forward in his seat he grabbed the document once more handing it to me. "Read it again."

Glaring at him, I left out a huff, snapping the paper from him and reading over the words for the second time today.

"My parents will never agree to this.” I tell him, shaking my head.

"Your father will. I've already spoken to him before he left last night. He said as long as you sign it, he will also be happy to sign."

"Just like that?"

"Just like that," He repeated, reaching across his desk and pulling a pen from the caddy offering it to me.

"No."

"No?"

"Why are you repeating what I am saying, Tommy? I said no." I shook my head, my mind swirling with so many thoughts, my heart beating with so many emotions it was hard for me to process everything.

"Stace, speaking as a businessman, that is a good deal. No one else is going to offer you it." Tommy voice came out as rather condescending, as he exhaled a loud breathe.

"I don't want anyone to offer it we are fine as we are."

"What part of that business is fine, Stace?" He scoffed, squinting his eyes at me, his tilted his head to the side, the cigarette burning away between his fingers.

"Your father has worked so hard he has become delirious, your mother spends most of her time sniffing snow and you need a lot of materials but don't have the money or time to buy, and then there is the debt to me."

"My mother, what?" I asked, the sudden weight loss making sense. Everything else Tommy had said ignored.

"You didn't know?"

"Of course I bloody didn't know. She doesn't speak to me, not until recently." I defended. “How do you know she does that?”

“I told you before, nothing happens in Birmingham that I don’t know about.” He sighed putting his cigarette out in the ashtray. “And the reason your mother talks to you again is because she believe we are no longer together.”

“Why would she think that?”

"One of the lovely women at the bath house said you were alone for a few days, while I was in London, she made her own assumptions."

"I can’t believe this" I whispered, suddenly feeling dizzy and overwhelmed. My hands gripped the back of the chair so tight, my knuckles turned white.

"Sign the contract Stace. Look at this from a business point of view, it's a good investment, for everyone."

"Why are you doing this now?" I asked softly.

I knew that the deal he had drawn up was good. I just didn’t want to be going into business with him for the wrong reasons. We had enough issues personally, I didn’t want to add business to it as well.

"You want to be involved in my business." He spoke standing to his feet, walking to his drink caddy, pouring himself another glass. "It’s simply, your father signs the shop over to me, you run the place, money never becomes an issue. Your father retires happy, and your mother can snort herself to death."

"This isn't what I meant when I said I wanted to know about the business Tommy. In fact this is so far from it. It’s actually stupid.”

"It’s far from stupid Stace and this is as close as you're gonna get. So sign it." He explained nodding his head towards the paper in my hands.

"You're an asshole," I spat, dropping the contract back onto the table, grabbing my purse, ready to make my exit, but Tommy stood in my way, glass of whiskey in hand. His blue eyes darkened as he stared down at me.

"You're not walking out of here until you sign that contract."

"You can't stop me leaving.” I sneered side stepping around him only he followed my movements.

"I can, and I will Stace."

"Why are you doing this?" I asked unable to pinpoint the exact emotion I was feeling inside. There was rage, lust, joy, fear, sadness and that’s only to name a few. 

"I am trying to make you happy, fuck. Why can't you see that. Do you think I want to purchase a run-down tailor shop that is on its knees?"

"It's not run down," I defend with a scoff, crossing my arms across my chest.

"I would understand this attitude if I offered you a position within the Shelby Company but I'm fucking buying your dream job. Putting you in charge so you call the shots. But yet here you are, fighting me at every turn. What do you want from me?"

My breath hitched in my throat at the sight of his neck vein bulging out as he restrained himself from shouting and allowing Lizzie to overhear the argument we were having. 

There was so much fire, so much passion behind his eyes when he spoke about doing this for me, I could’ve pounce on him. He had never looked so sexy to me in all my life, and that was hard, considering that's all I thought about when it came to him.

The ache between my legs, making itself known as I stood before him all anger and annoyed feelings disappearing as he stared down at me. His fingers tightening around the rim of his glass as he waited for my answer. 

"Eh? What is it?"

Instead of responding with words, I raced towards him, planting my lips firmly against his, taking him by surprise for a moment before he returned the attack, dropping his glass of whiskey to the floor with a smash.

Our teeth clashed together as his hands rubbed along my upper arms, squeezing my shoulders before making their way to my hair, pulling the clasp holding it together, allowing my hair to cascade down my back.

Running my hands up his chest, I returned the squeeze on the shoulders before allowing my hands to tangle in his short hair, pulling it causing him to moan.

"Fuck I missed you." Tommy growled against my bruising lips, his hands working on the buttons of my dress, frantically pulling to get them apart.

"I missed you" I moaned, exposing my neck so his lips attached themselves to that spot under my right ear that drove me crazy.

"Fuck just watching you assert yourself in front of Lizzie. Almost had me bending you over the desk.”

"I wish you did," I groaned, allowing him to push me back towards his desk. My back hitting off the edge harshly causing me to hiss.

"Yeah you want me to fuck you in front of her show her who I belong to eh?” He chuckled, kissing his way down my chest.

His hand came up to knead the soft tissue of my left breast as his mouth nibbled and sucked through my bra before stopping suddenly. His head pulled back, eyebrows furrowed as he studied my breasts.

“What is it?” I asked, breathing heavily as his face hovered over my chest.

“Nothing” He shook off, diving back to work.

"You belong to me Tommy, no one else." I tell him brushing off his weirdness. My hands reached down to undo the buttons of his trousers.

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"I do, fuck I do." He breathed dropping to his knees, grabbing the bottom of my dress bunching it up in his hands, holding it above my waist only to have me push him away.

"No, it’s my turn.” I shake my head, guiding him up to his feet before pushing the waistband of his trousers down towards his ankles, quickly followed by his cotton shorts.

"Get on your knees love.” His voice was coated with nothing but lust. Stroking the side of my cheek, I dropped to my knees before him. His hard cock standing tall to attention.

"Mine." I spoke sternly wrapping my hand around the base, stroking his cock gently.

Above me Tommy inhaled sharply, his hand coming down to tangle itself in my hair as I continued to tease his length, gently blowing on the tip.

“Fuck Stace, take it in your mouth.” He breathed, grip tightening at the back of my head, his hips thrusting into my face. “Please”

“Maybe I should lock the door first” I spoke, suddenly becoming aware that Lizzie could walk in at any moment.

I knew she had seen Tommy’s impressive cock before, I just didn’t want her to get another look at it. It was mine now. 

“Fucking let er, let her see how am your man.” Tommy groaned, thrusting his hips forward once again, the tip brushing against my lips coating them with his salty precum.

Biting my lip, I glanced behind him once more. The thought of her walking in and seeing how I can please Tommy excited me all of a sudden.

“Open your mouth Stace, I wanna fuck your throat” He growled when I ignored him.

Taking my head in his hands, he stroked my cheeks before forcefully opening my mouth. He pushed forward allowing his tip to enter my mouth, the both of us moaning loudly at the feeling.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I allowed him to push into my mouth further, his cock hitting against the back of my throat instantly causing me to gag around him. 

“You take me so well, don’t you love?” He moaned out, stopping his movements briefly allowing me to adjust.

Moaning in response, I leaned forward taking more of Tommy into my mouth. Inhaling deeply through my nose until it pressed against his groin. Tommy’s fingers gripped at the back of my hair, his breathing stuttering in his chest, eyes squeezed shut.

Pulling away from him, I swirled my tongue around his length, using my hand to roll around his balls before I started to bob my head up and down his impressive member. The ache between my legs growing so hard and painful, I began to thrust into the air begging for some fiction.

“Fuck…Stace, your mouth is fucking perfect.” He moaned above me.

Beaming at the compliment, I moaned in response, running my tongue along the thick vein on the underside which had Tommy gripping my head tightly.

I was so lost in my movements, so worked up giving the man I loved pleasure that I was in complete shock when he suddenly pulled my mouth from his cock. Whimpering, my mouth remained opened, a string of saliva was the only thing still connecting me to his member.

“Stand up.” He ordered, eyes much darker now.

Reaching up I wiped the side of my mouth, big doe eyes looking up at him as I cautiously stood to my feet. Every other time I had given him a blow job he would finish in my mouth demanding that I swallowed every last drop he would give me.

Shuffling from foot to foot, I looked up at him. His tongue ran along his bottom lip as he shrugged his gun holster from his shoulders, tossing it onto a chair.

“Loose the dress and underwear then bend over my desk princess.” He demanded, his fingers unbuttoning his waistcoat.

Biting my lip I looked past him towards the door, tempted to run over and lock it but when I got the raised eyebrow from him, I knew better than to disobey him. It wouldn’t be the first time Tommy had denied me a orgasm for my behaviour.

Pushing the dress from my shoulders, I allowed it to drop to a puddle around my feet before hooking my fingers into the sides of my underwear, pulling them down over my soft legs.

Standing back up to my feet, Tommy was watching my every movement, his hand ghosting of cock, up and down as he waited for me to follow through with his instructions.

Moaning with anticipation, I walked over towards his desk making sure to put an extra wiggle in my step before slowly bending forward over the table, stretching my arms forward as my ass hung in the air.

“I’m gonna fuck a baby into you” Tommy’s voice was suddenly loud behind me.

Jumping around at his unexpected confession, I tried to turn around to face him but he was right behind, hands now on my hips stopping me from moving. Looking over my shoulders at him, my eyes went wide as I felt his tip slowly slide along my opening towards my clit.

“You want me to prove your mine? I’ll prove your mine by watching your stomach swell with my child” His eyes were filled with lust but there was a twinkle of love as he stared down at me, one of his hands caressing my ass while the other pushed my shoulders back onto the table.

“Tommy…” I whimpered closing my eyes. Something about his words and the way he was looking at me was really getting to me.

“You’re the only woman to carry my children Stace, no one else can compare.” He continued, his fingers spreading my lower lips, teasing me.

“Tommy please.” I whined pushing my hips back into his tip, hoping to catch it at an angle that would allow him to slip inside. “I can’t wait much longer.”

���You desperate princess?” He chuckled, slowly sinking his tip through the hole only to pull it out again. “Want me to fill you up? Make you round with my baby?” He asked allowing the tip to evade my core a little more each time before pulling out.

“Jesus Tommy, just fuck me” I howled pushing back as far as I could go but he stopped me with his hands on my hips.

“Say it, say you want my baby Stace. I need to hear you say it.”

“Tommy give me your child. Please, fuck me until every last drop of your seed coats my womb. Just please, claim me, make me yours.”

With a low groan and a squeeze of my hips Tommy slammed his cock into my entrance with such a force I was sure I could see stars. Biting my lip, my eyes rolled shut as I adjusted to the delicious fullness feeling that was Thomas Shelby.

“Fuck Stace, you are fucking perfect” Tommy groaned pulling out of me slowly before snapping his hips back in. His fingers were digging into my sides, I could already feel the start of the bruising but I didn’t care.

“Tommyyyy” I breathed, rocking against the table. His hand was slowly sneaking up my body, squeezing where it could before wrapping around my neck pulling me off the table so my shoulders were against his chest.

Tommy had changed his angle, thrusting up no to match the position he had put me in. I could hear and feel his breathe in my ear mixed with his groans with the pleasure he was feeling.

“You like when I fuck you like this?” He grunted in my ear, his free hand coming around the front to rub circles on my clit.

“FUCK.” I screamed, slapping a hand over my mouth.

"Let it all out, baby. Let her hear how good I am making you feel. " His voice husky in my ear as his cock thrusted so hard inside me I couldn’t see straight. “You gonna come princess?”

Nodding, I cried out in pleasure, my orgasm fast approaching. I didn’t have much to compare to but Tommy knew exactly how to work my body, he knew all my pleasure points and he never failed to make me cum, I don’t think I could live without him. 

"Tommy. Tommy fuck...I'm-ugh, I." I couldn't formulate a sentence as I closed my eyes, my hands coming up to clasp around his hand that was around my neck, needing something to hold onto for support. 

"Jesus Tommy" I shrieked nails, sinking into his skin, tears of pleasure filled my eyes.

“That’s it Stace cum all over my cock and I’ll fuck a baby right here.” His hand that was on my clit now resting of my stomach. “Watch you swell, fuck you’d be perfect.”

He must have been imagining the scenario in his head as his thrusts began harder, faster, almost animalistic as he rutted into me. With one perfectly time thrust he hit that spot that had my knees weak.

A white blinding light exploded behind my eyes, my voice catching in my throat. I had never felt anything as powerful in my life. Tears fell from my eyes as my mouth hung open, I never wanted this feeling to end.

“Oh fuck, Jesus Christ that’s it baby milk my cock, fucking hell” He grunted his thrusts slowing to allow me to enjoy my release. “Fucking love you coming over my cock, makes you so fucking tight.”

“Tommy… Tom” I whined not really knowing what I was whining for. The release I had experienced was one I could happily die to with no regrets. 

Tommy chuckled deeply in my ear, letting me drop back down to his desk, his hand pressing down on my upper back, his other hand gripping my hip to hold me in place as he started to chase his own release.

“Oh fuck” I moaned, eyes rolling into the back of my head as he used my body how he wanted.

I loved this side of Tommy, it was very rare for me to experience the rough, dominant side of him as he sometimes treated me like a glass doll that would break at any moment but after today, I expected him to fuck me like this. There was so much more want and need, it had my head spinning.

"Fuck give me your baby" I squealed, legs physically shaking as another orgasm pended. I could barely keep myself together.

"FUCK" Tommy's hips snapped against mine harshly. His load shooting deep inside me painting my walls, the feel surprisingly me, triggering my second orgasm of the afternoon.

"Ohhh shit" I cried, squeezing my eyes shut. My body went completely limp against the desk, the only thing holding me up was Tommy’s hands on my hips.

“Perfect” Tommy spoke after he came down from his release.

Slipping out of me he leaned over my back, placing soft kisses along my shoulder blades. “I don’t think you’ll be returning to work today Stace.” He chuckled taking in my fucked out state. 

Shakily pushing myself from his desk, he pulled me into his arms. His right hand coming up to gently caress my cheek as he stared loving down at me, I felt my cheek heat up, simply soaking up the look of love he was giving me. 

“I love you.” He nodded, bending down to capture my lips with his own.

Pushing me back my hips hit off the edge of his desk once more. My hands clasped around the back of his neck as I returned the kiss, his hands squeezed my ass tightly in before he lifted me up onto his desk, spreading my legs wide so he could stand in between them. 

“Now I wanna see your face when I fuck a baby into you..” 

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[rouyn]

Tom Burke as (slightly hungover and mild human disaster) Cormoran Strike in The Cuckoo's Calling, Part Three

#i can't lol the hair #I don't know what amuses me more - him brushing his teeth AT his desk or the fact that Robin texts in all caps apparently #cormoran strike #tom burke #cormoran strike series #cb strike #c b strike #bbc strike #strike #strikeedit #the cuckoo's calling #lethal white #troubled blood #colouring edit #my edit

[kakubun]

itching hands

pairings: bonten x chubby!reader

a/n: this was supposed be for december but i'm impatient🕴

warnings: suggestive, bonten

life with bonten series

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these men will bark at you if you ever had the time to be insecure about yourself

hold on tight to your seat cause i'm sure these executives won't let you

especially these easter egg mfs, you never know what's in each of these peoples' minds

sanzu

he lets a lot of things slip from his mind and specially his comments about you

he ranges from thirsty to intense staring at any part of your body where if i say so, it's gonna be a lot more pg

eventhough he's weirdly obsessive of how you look, he means good! it's just that his lameo ass can't say or spell it out to you without sounding like a pervert

he enters your apartment in search of any of the haitani brothers to pick up their report on the last mission and maybe you so he could easily find the two since they always muted their phones when busy.

at first, he wanted to reward himself with a little something since he did a little running around here and there, why not look into your fridge? he slowly opened it because of instinct and almost fell on his knees when he saw sweet cakes topped with icing. he reached out to it as if it's begging for him to just eat it up and he drooled with how soft it looked but a grab to his wrist startled him when he looked at the person in alarm, a quirk of your eyebrows immediately lead him to explain what he's here for.

"uh searching for haitani- by the way can i eat that-" you wiped his drool that ran down his chin with a tissue hastily, in full exaggeration the bright pink haired man is an absolute sweet tooth. he finally let his eyes set on you and he looked comedic with his wide eyes when he looked down at your soft thighs in the comfy shorts you wore.

you ignored his staring and sighed, pointing to the label of the sweet cake which had rindou's name on it but you changed your mind due to said man pouting and took out the cake and peeled off the label, offering to sanzu who drooled again but he doesn't know what's his drooling for anymore (rindou can always order another cake anyways). you closed the fridge and stretched, moving into the living room to lay on the sofa.

he felt content with his dessert, all he needed was a place to sit and he just felt that the perfect place was between, between, man he couldn't help it but stare at plushiness of your thighs. he wanted to bite it.

"can i lay myself between your thighs?"

a silent staring contest was held maybe, if people were to walk in at the moment but with a smirk you patted yourself.

"go ahead darling"

after a while

"y/n did you ate my cake!?" rindou gruffly yelled out and he didn't know what did he just walked into, you brushing and massaging sanzu's head while he hums and kisses up your thighs with the empty plate near his feet and rindou massaged his temples to not drag the male between your thighs into a body bag.

but he failed so sorry sanzu.

ran walked in with an amused stare when sanzu haven't noticed them yet and y/n laughed to rindou who was starting to march up to sanzu to grab both his ankles.

ran lazily stumbled to the sofa with his legs spread while watching whatever the hell the two were doing when sanzu finally woke up from his fantasies, fly high sanzu🕊🕊

ran leaned in to whisper to you when you secretly recorded the fight, asking why you finally offered sanzu a place to lay when you didn't let him lay between when he asked you so many times. you looked over at him with your mischevious eyes and he knows damn well he needs to do more than just asking.

extra!!:

"WAAAHH Y/N THEY BULLIED ME !!" you don't if sanzu's faking his loud crying or not with tears begin to slip past his cheek when he pointed at the haitanis and rindou had no shame in admitting what he done when his older brother blinked in confusion.

you tried to hold in any chortles or laughter coming out because the pink boy had his worst when rindou bent his leg over his head while muttering how he should've killed sanzu from day one. you held out your arms and he immediately flopped you to the coach when he pushed and smothered into your scent.

the haitanis still don't why you adore that crazed man baby who likes killing people and making them confess their crimes, you said you found it really annoyingly cute that's why you had haru in your arms who nibbled on you like a baby.

just hope that the treatment with haru doesn't go on and on and you actually do something about it instead of kissing his tears away and cuddled with him.

kakucho

he feels disrespectful to how much staring he does to you on a daily basis

the way you walk, your hips popping and the curve of your hip dips makes him go crazy

he wonders if he could just hold onto your waist or just touch onto your hips, he might faint touching the roughness of your stretch marks as if he's been blessed by pure heaven

he's obsessed with how you present yourself to the others

if only he was a little more bolder, he could admire it closer if he just asked (?)

"have you taken an interest in y/n, kaku?" ran's eyes glanced at kakucho's hard staring at your crossed legs and he stopped, scoffing at ran's word but the older haitani had a plan up his sleeves.

y/n sat nearby kokonoi's table doing their own thing, looking like a sweet thing that had kakucho's glued on them that ran couldn't help pointing it out and it didn't help kakucho's poor heart when mikey suddenly interrupted the conversation.

"kakucho, please assist y/n on where's they want to go at the moment" it made kakucho perk up, startled by the sudden job of bodyguard and he looked back at ran who winked at him. no no no this isn't what he wanted, what was he planning?

it's annoying on how this puppy crush of his grew even more worse, your whole personality draws him towards you, making him feel like a kid again because of how nonchalant you are with him. he felt laidback being with you is like the calm after a storm with his work and shenanigans in bonten.

he watched from a distance when you looked over the things on your list, kakucho also gathered some of the things you wanted into a little basket and cancelling some out so you didn't have to get them anymore and you thanked him with your pretty smile.

he scanned the area around him and held himself back from punching when this one creepo think they're being sleak with how they kept eyeing you, kakucho either think he was a pick pocket or a flirt but he kept a good metres away from him to see what he was doing but he was ready to turn towards you if they got any closer.

you turned towards kakucho, waving your hand to come to you and he immediately went, feeling more pissed off towards the person creeping in on you slowly but he felt your rough palm on the skin of his wrist wrapping it around your waist. he unconsciously squeezed around you, pulling you close as he shot a nasty glare towards the person who backed off, seeing the intense look from the half blind which they didn't dare messing with.

you both walk away, heading towards the counter as you laughed behind the palm of you hand; still in position of kakucho tightly holding onto your waist where he panicked when he realized how hard he's latching onto you.

"hah~ you're so-"

still choking on your laughter, he akwardly shuffles to the side in embarassment and it added more fuel to the fire when he remembered how he held your waist and he excused himself before combusting in front of you and went away for a few seconds.

you have to say but you gotta thank ran for this plan, even if the creepo appeared out of nowhere, atleast you got to see how bonten nunber 3 reacts to his dream coming true~

kokonoi

he mostly admires you in silence and gets distracted if he ever talks to somebody

just his eyes trailing down every curve on your body and just daydreams about them (as in like cuddling pls)

the other executives would notice how his eyes are always on you in every meeting youre in and would tease him about it when you leave the room like ran would comment 'so thats where your head was this whole time hm?'

kokonoi love your pictures, he feels creepy stalking your pictures but he can't help but gush into the palm of his hand of your stunning you look, you make him faint whenever you had suprise pictures of you in dresses and he feel like his whole body is on fire.

ran taps the head of his pen to the temple of kokonoi's head and he slams his phone down and put on a poker face, it faltering when he clenched his teeth already knowing what's coming. ran sneered to how much of a simp he was and flicked the back of his head, pointing towards the door of his office; telling him any moment you're gonna come by and koko swats his hand away, knowing the haitani was just teasing him but his eyes nearly bulged out when you actually swung by.

all sleepy and dreamy like, his heart getting squeezed and the older haitani patting you towards koko who unexpectantly had you in your lap, your weight tapping him out of his daydreams as you hugged him tighter.

"my my, tired baby ain't ya?" he put on his proper poker face he got from the back of his desk, trying not to falter when you sleepily ranted on how work was terribly tiring and he patted your back shakily, not wanting to push you off due to extreme nervousness. he joked with you telling that he could just pay you easily if you work under him and you pushed his chest with your head bonk .

"ywou drhon just-mphm-hrmm" him heating up to how close with you works because he was the best heat warmer you could ask for, he felt bad for moving you to the coach but he just needed a comfortable position for you sleep in because you sitting on him? naaah, he's a puddle by the end of it.

the urge to take a picture was really strong so he took out his phone and angle his phone down to catch your drool slipping out of you and smiled feverishly to how dorky you looked.

koko felt like he could fuck up more of his feelings staring at your sleeping face, he rubbed his finger on your fat cheek you smooshed onto the coach and shifted a little in your sleep to adjust the blanket more closer to you. koko's touches were hesitant, didn't want to be a pervert when all he did was touch your soft cheek.

he wanted to just hold you close to his chest and have you against him but his prickling anxiety said otherwise, his awful thoughts and stubborness entertaining the shit out of him. you nearly give him a heart attack when one of your eyes open when he wanted to take his second picture and you latched onto his wrist. koko squawked and you couldn't help but burst out in guffaws to how panicked he looked when you caught him.

if anyone saw this scene, koko surely would die of embarassment and he'll dig his grave himself but unfortunely he will eventually when the blinking red of somebody's recording was capturing every moment of it.

haitani brothers

the duo who makes you nervous with their hard stares on you

these two are also pretty touchy so it's dangerous when they're handsy with one of your body parts

rindou are obsessed with your chubbiness, poking it just to see his finger bounce back; comedically

he loves being close with you because you're so squishy??? the type of guy who plays with your squishiness like you're a stress toy and holds himself back from biting

you're the greatest fridge or heat bag on the off days he haves, just wrapped up in blankets and you makes him sleep like a baby

as discussed earlier, ran wants to his head between your thighs; don't be suprised when one day he felt like he should get killed by them and you reject his acceptance towards death

he's a leg man and likes sleeping on your lap or kissing them or he just does anything with them (if you don't mind)

you just gotta remember these two are menaces right next to sanzu cause they'll bother you about it like forever if they can

after seeing the endless babying of sanzu, rindou turns to his brother who was lost in his thoughts and tapped his shoulder with the back of his hand. he lifted his eybrow, needing a response to how quiet he became and ran gave him a sly smile.

"you look at y/n like you wanna eat them up" ran shrugged, placing his elbow on rindou's shoulder as he slipped a comment on how he can eat y/n in other ways while rindou scrunched up in disgust. sanzu then emerged right next to rindou, telling them to give their report; damn well distracted when you started brushing and massaging his head a few moments ago.

rindou pointed towards the window, telling sanzu to fetch the files in his car while 'lightly' threatening him to buy another cake for him and the pink haired boy waved him off as if his threatening didn't give him flashbacks to how rindou almost squeezed his organs out of his ribcage when he looked at the empty plate.

when sanzu disappeared out of the house, rindou pulled you by the waist and onto his lap. squeezing your fat and kissing up your neck, he grazed a sweet spot but you swatted him telling him what's gotten into him. ran lay his head on your lap and looked like a satisfied brat when you look back at him then his brother all confused like.

rindou couldn't spare anymore time so he whispered in your ear, telling how much of a nuisance his older brother was and pleaded you to let him do what he wished to do. ran quirked his eyebrows, leaning up to kiss you while you teased him more by placing a finger on his lips.

"using your brother as a way to get me to do your thing instead of asking me in the nicest way? how cruel haitani, don't you know how torturous it is for your brother to put up with you?"

he smirks, knowing how much of a tease you were and feigned his sigh. rindou clamped his hands over this ears to not hear whatever the hell is this and tilted his head comfortably on your neck.

you shifted off rindou's lap, letting the man going after your sweet self place his head on your tummy as he happily shifts himself to a tiny nap to wait for sanzu to get back from whatever he got himself into because they could hear him shouting at the phone when he was unlocking the car door.

you looked over at rindou and placed a finger on your lips, smiling with your eyes closed when you don't want to disturb his sleeping brother in bliss.

ran just doesn't need to know rindou had his many turns sleeping with you this week compared to him~

mikey

he likes sleeping on you, his titled pillow he seeks for at the end of the day

he usually goes to you whenever he has a hard time sleeping and you try your best to advice him on how he should take care od his eyebags and weak body

he likes listening to your whispering before he goes to sleep so he asks you to talk more (command maybe)

"mikey..?"

"mph?"

"please i need to get up"

he uses your entire body as a pillow to swing his leg over ._. . from the very start, he makes you worried that you might've done or said something wrong to him but his thoughts were completely filled with how he can melt into you and be a handy pillow for him if he can't sleep easily.

to break the ice of what he thinks of you, you hummed quietly and awfully close to him on why he was staring at you but he completley dodges the question, rather he wants to show you why he's staring so he asks if he can touch you. he was uo close and personal on the first into with you but he didn't have bad intentions.. because afterwards you were legit cradling him.

sanzu was raising his eyebrows teasingly when their boss was sound asleep on your shoulder and you run your hands to his hair while glaring at sanzu to not make any noise. kakucho tried putting a straight face on but it's complelety leaving him when he heard his boss sleep talk.

he was babbling nonsense to you which you tried to reply to him but his mouth was jammed shut because there was some point where he got mad at you for not replying and sanzu was rolling on the floor and kakucho had to walk out to laugh with sanzu, dragging the pink hair out of the office. you cooed at him to relax instead of thrashing back and forth and he stopped, planting his face into your neck which makes you feel really tickled.

you're just grateful he's getting some sleep and you kissed him good night and a faint smile shows up on his face when you hugged him tight.

(and the other executives in the other room cracking up about mikey and you NSBJSBD)

akashi

he likes carrying you, stealing you away from the other executive when they're disturbing you

you can't feel insecure with this man because he was the dirtiest way with his words that he whispers to you that can turn any guy or girl red

he'll surely gouge out any prying eyes that mock or stare at you for too long

"why cat got your tongue?" your mouth agape when he was busy doing pushups on the mat and his back muscles flex even more when you came by, the smirk on his face didn't help making you flustered while you sat near him. panicking on the inside, he stopped for a water break and sat next to you.

you prayed to not shake so visibly becaue this hot ass man right now makes you lose all sense of human nature with how big he was, he placed his bottle down and shifted closer to you. bending down a little to arch his back to crack a little, he said he needed you on his back for his pushups. he can easily see the confusion you had on your face and he chuckled, getting up to begin and he usher you to start climbing on his back.

"cmonnn~ i'm strong, you're afraid i'll drop you?"

this man wanted a death wish but you think you'll die first because of how much of a tease he was, his back was kinda comfortable so you tugged on him like a koala, he called you needy and he says he's right you'll enjoy it. enjoy what exactly? too scared to ask this man because of the potential of a heart attack.

it becomes a daily thing to be honest, just having you on his back to flex off his strength that you were impressed that he didn't break and kept his composure. he held you close or carries you on his back cause he wants to, running away from the others who were fighting over you.he was a dangerous man because he could easily take your breath away with how secretive he is.

heck, i think he just did.

tag tag: @lucylicious , @turksueme , @haruchyio , @fyotituti , @coconois , @gyros-cum-sock , @ashrakat-lovesbaji , @dragon-chica

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo revengers fluff #tokyo revengers scenarios #tokyo rev x reader #bonten x reader #bonten x you #bonten #bonten fluff #rain's bonten au #kakucho x reader #rindou x reader #ran x reader #haitani x reader #kokonoi x reader #mikey x reader #akashi x reader #sanzu x reader

[colossalcriminal]

Unlawfully Real - f.w

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

Summary: Fred and Y/N have always been the type to drive each other crazy, but it's only a matter of time before they drive each other crazy, despite many obstacles.

Content Warnings: Cheating, Takes place during Umbridge time but I haven't mentioned it at all for a clean plot, minor swearing.

Set in 1996, during the twins and Y/N's 7th year. For any confusion, winter holidays at Hogwarts apparently begin the Friday before Christmas (December 22nd, 1995.)

Merry Christmas to all that celebrate, and I wish you the happiest of New Years! Thank you for being patient with me, I know my list of fics to come has no dates, and that will remain the same until mid January as I am also moving house. As a thank you for your patience and 200 followers, here's my first ever Harry Potter fic!

"I'll see you during Christmas, yeah?"

"Yeah, of course." She leaned up to peck his lips. "Bye, Tom."

Tom said his goodbye, watching his girlfriend board the train. Y/N slipped into a nearby carriage containing the all too familiar Weasley twins, Lee Jordan and Oliver Wood. She glanced at her watch, 10 minutes until she had to make her rounds. "Tom Montague? You're joking." Fred commented, catching the head girl's attention.

"What? How did you know?"

"Freddie was stalking you through the window."

"Shut it, Lee." He muttered somewhat playfully. "Isn't he like a thousand years older than you?"

Amused at his exaggeration, she looked to him with a quirked brow. "He graduated last year, he's training to be a healer at St. Mungo's."

After subtle hums and responses of approval, except for Fred, the topic had been easily changed. "Hoping for a clean quidditch season, L/N."

"Of course, Wood."

∞

"What do you even see in him?"

Carelessly leaning against the bookshelf, Fred frowned at the pile of books perched on his arms. "He's nice."

"Nice? You say hello to him if he's nice, not date the poor bugger."

Y/N let out an airy chuckle, almost a sigh, dropping 2 more books onto the stack as a punishment to the boy. "He's serious, he's pursuing what he wants to do." The Gryffindor nearly scoffed, placing the tower of countless textbooks and novels onto the nearby desk. "What are you doing?"

Taking one long stride towards her, he leaned down, hot breath fanning over her cheek. "You think I can't be serious? Can't pursue what I want to?"

Lump forming in her throat, she concealed her cough as a nervous chuckle. "Don't be ridiculous, Fred." She forced out, picking up half the stack of books as she pushed past him.

Letting out a deep breath, he followed after her slowly.

"You and Fred, huh?" A fellow student questioned Y/N with a smile.

"Shut up, Beth."

∞

The couple of weeks after the library incident were torture, and the young girl couldn't stop herself from counting the days to winter holiday. A little over 10 weeks was way too long to wait for a holiday.

She sighed, fingertips tracing over the rough stone brick of the castle wall, hallway so silent you could hear a pin drop.

Perhaps she'd made a mistake accepting the position of Head girl, oh how she yearned to crawl into bed and wake up tomorrow to a delicious serving of pancakes, but instead she'd arise to finish whatever assignment she had before rushing off to class.

"Psst."

Jumping at the new sound, Y/N yelped at the presence of Fred. "What the hell are you doing? Go back to bed!"

He smirked, inching closer. "Or what? Are you going to take points away? Give me detention?"

She rolled her eyes at his taunts, not aware of their close proximity. "You test me a lot for someone at risk for a suspension."

"You're very testy."

His voice so close, plump lips too far, she took in the situation before her with a breath. "Fred?"

Leaning into the sound of her call, their lips brushed together ever so slightly. "Yes." He said it as a statement, not a reply or a question, a firm statement.

Smooth lips collided over hers, the most wonderful clash of teeth against teeth was soon forgotten by the warmth of his tongue against her own. A small gasp elicited from her as she hit the harsh stone wall, Fred releasing his own breathy laugh.

∞

Suddenly, 10 weeks was too little time for the young pair's wanton endeavors as Y/N counted the days to winter holidays less and less. Perhaps if she didn't count at all, time would halt just for her, as a favor.

December 22nd was looming on them, only a mere two weeks away, savoring was all they could do for now.

"So, I was thinking," The ginger began, completely enamored by the girl beside him, under the sheets. "when you come over for Christmas, we could go ice skating down at the pond when it's frozen."

Her mouth fell agape, eyes nearly clouded opaque with sorrow. "Sorry, Freddie." His furrowed brow begged for an explanation. "I promised Tom I'd be at his for Christmas."

There it was, the reminder, it was bound to happen. The Montague boy had never come up in conversation, but every now and then he would find her owling a letter to him or giggling about him to oblivious friends. The secrecy of their affair was only further proof that Y/N wasn't his to keep. "Right."

Fred looked away from her, swinging his legs over the bed to sit right at the edge, is eyes didn't move from the old carpet of the girl's dormitory. "So, none of this was real."

Y/N shook her head profusely, tugging on his shoulder in an attempt to persuade him to look at her. "Don't say that, of course it was real, it was real to me."

He just turned, catching a glimpse of her tear stricken face, a gut wrenching pain blooming in his chest at the sight. "Then choose. Me, or him?"

"What?"

"You either spend Christmas with me or him." It was a simple declaration, something that sounded so trivial had the entire weight of their relationship balancing on it.

She was voiceless, no words leaving her mouth as tears cascaded down her cheeks. He took her silence as his answer, gathering his things and stopping at the door. "Goodbye, Y/N."

∞

The five days left of term went too slow for anyone's satisfaction, hours feeling like centuries and minutes feeling like years. Students craved a break from school, and the festivities of Christmas while Y/N L/N just wanted to get away from Fred Weasley and his unwavering demeanor.

It didn't bother her that he didn't seem affected by their 'breakup', why should she care about how he recovered in the matter of days? It didn't matter that with every friendzoning smile he sent, a dagger was only being pushed deeper and deeper into her heart.

"Merry Christmas and happy new year, L/N."

"Happy Christmas, Wood. Have a great new year." She hugged Oliver in hopes of prolonging the goodbye process. Bidding her friends adieu, Y/N plastered on her best smile, praying for any sort of higher power to be on her side just for today. "Tom." She greeted, nearly timid.

The pit in her stomach only doubled in size when he scooped her up in a tight embrace. She nearly grimaced, mind clouded with the thought of Fred's arms wrapped around her so lovingly. "Y/N! I missed you, my family are somewhere over there."

Gripping Tom's wrist, the distant gleam in her tear glazed eyes was enough to silence him. "Tom, I can't." His eyes narrowed at her confession. "I can't do Christmas with your family, I just- I'm sorry, I can't be with you."

The obvious disappointment only placed a frown on the girl's face, no broken heart, no spillage of tears. "Alright, I'm sorry if I did anything wrong."

"No, no, Tom. You were perfect. Any girl would be lucky to have you, but it just can't be me. I really am sorry."

He shook his head. "No, it's okay. Do you need me to drop you home?"

His politeness even after breaking his heart had made a sad smile etch itself onto her lips. "My parents have sent the car over, so I'll drive myself home."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, it's not too far."

The drive home had seemed longer than usual. Perhaps she'd taken the wrong road? No. Y/N couldn't bear it when her intrusive thoughts of a certain Weasley were louder than the music on the radio.

The scene of their breakup had played on repeat in her head. She couldn't help but laugh at how he gave her a choice, and she didn't choose either of them. To hell with the Fred Weasleys and Tom Montagues, she was just fine on her own.

She arrived home feeling lighter, sunglasses pulled back on her head as she dropped her trunk by the door.

"Hello, darling! We didn't know you'd be home for the holidays!"

"Neither did I."

∞

Telephones were possibly the best invention muggles had ever thought up Y/N mused to Hermione over the phone, twirling the cord around her finger.

"I went to the burrow a few days ago on boxing day."

The bright witch was one of the fewer people to know of her infidelity. "And?"

"In truth, Fred's a total mess. He has been for the two weeks you've been apart."

She shrugged as if Hermione could see her, lips pursed. "That's not my problem." The head girl spoke, voice cracking ever so slightly, revealing her lack of meaning.

"They're doing a small get together for New Years Eve, you should go. Maybe even get back together."

"I don't know, Hermione."

"Trust me, if this works, no one is ever going to hear either of you moping ever again."

She sighed as the conversation steered away from the topic, eventually ending in goodbyes. News of Fred's devastation had caught Y/N dumbfounded. Perhaps reconciliation would be good for them, she couldn't deny the nights she'd spend occupied with thoughts of him, with every Christmas gift she opened from friends she hoped one would be from him, although they never planned on getting each other anything.

Maybe reconciliation was possible.

∞

Seeing her again was equivalent to 100 pounds of weight being lifted off of his shoulders.

In truth, he never expected her to walk through his front door any time in the near future. When his mother went to the door expecting one of Ron's friends, she and the family were pleased to find Y/N instead, shyly waving.

The house bustling with activity, everyone finally old enough to be up late to welcome the new year, it was a good few hours before she could finally approach Fred.

"Hi."

He remained winded for a moment, his gaze running up and down her frame in pure admiration, an action he didn't hide as well as he thought he did. "Hi, uh, you look beautiful."

She giggled at his nervousness, a bashful smile gracing her pigment coated lips. "Thank you. Happy new year." He returned the wish, an odd silence falling between them. "I broke up with Tom." Just the words she'd been itching to get out, and he'd been itching to hear.

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"It was long overdue. What have you been up to?"

The redhead sent her a boyish smile. "George and I are thinking of opening up a joke shop, actually."

"That's great! I'm happy for you both."

"Yeah, thanks. I thought I'd take something away from what you said, it might not be serious but I am pursuing what I want to do."

The air around them felt thick, almost suffocating. "No, Fred, I think it's amazing."

"Alright everyone, countdown is beginning!" Molly called out, entering the living room.

Not even the shrill voice of hers could interrupt the young pair.

"10!"

"You don't need to be serious, or anything other than yourself. And I'm sorry if I made you feel that way because you, Fred Weasley, are perfect."

"9!"

"Really?"

"8!"

"Yes, and I mean it."

"7!"

"I'm sorry for leaving you like that."

"6!"

"Don't worry about it, Fred."

"5!"

"I think I'm in love with you."

"4!"

"What?" The counting had only gotten louder.

"3!"

"I'm in love with you!"

"2!"

"I think I'm in love with you too!"

"1! Happy new year!"

As loved ones around them paraded, graciously greeting 1996, Fred and Y/N didn't even notice the world around them as their lips connected. "I'm definitely in love with you." She murmured, just loud enough for him to hear.

#fred weasley #fred weasley x reader #fred x y/n #fred weasley x y/n #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley fanfic #fred weasley fanfiction #fred weasley fluff #fred weasley fic #harry potter #fred weasley x you #fred weasley imagines #harry potter imagines #hogwarts

[im-a-simp-for-kuroo]

Enemies to Lovers Scenarios as Haikyuu Boys

pairing: various x gn!reader

tags: angst + some suggestive stuff

authors note: oh gawd this is so baddd-

wc: 1.6k

His eyes are cold as he opens the door, his shirtless figure standing in the darkness. He steps aside, his eyes tracking you. A groan escapes your mouth as you stumble in, your feet tripping over each other, one hand on your torso.

The moment he sees the blood, his annoyed facade crumbles, his eyes turning dark. "Who?" he growls, hands shooting out to steady you. You slide down the wall, your hands trembling as you see the blood coating them. He's next to you in an instant, his breathing hard and labored. You can feel his breath on your face as he repeats himself, "Who did this Y/N, WHO?"

When you flinch, he recoils, hurt seeping through to his features. "Sorry," he mutters, teeth gritted. His hands travel over your body before you realize he's checking you for more injuries.

His dark hair falls in front of his face and for a fleeting moment an urge to brush them away overcomes you.

But you don't.

Because you can't.

When you let out a raspy laugh he looks up, concern etched on his face, "So you're only nice to me when I'm bleeding out? Great to know." Although there's a small smile on your face, there's a pang of bitterness beneath your words.

His face softens only for a moment, before hardening, "I'll find whoever did this, and I'll kill them. No one touches you and lives to see dawn. No one."

Your breath hitches, only for a moment, but he catches it, looking away. "Why?" Your fingertips graze his cheeks, but he grabs your hand in his, pulling it down. "Don't," his voice is barely a whisper but you can hear the pain beneath it, "Don't do this."

"What?" You ask, your voice almost pleading, "Do wha-"

"Don't make me fall for you anymore when I know I can't have you."

You're momentarily silent, his words tumbling around in your head like waves of the ocean.

His eyes can't bear to meet yours, too angry and dark.

Before you can speak, he harshly gets up, "Wait, please don't go!"

He stops in his tracks, his back turned to you, "I need to find him, the man who did this." He angrily walks to the door yanking it open-

"I-I'm in love with you too!"

But by then he's already shut the door, leaving you alone with the tears streaming down your face.

DAICHI, aran, kai, asahi, watari, SUNA, lev, ushijima, iwaizumi, TANAKA, yamaguchi, yaku, kunimi, AONE, goshiki, kita

There's a pathetic creak as you open the old door. The small room reveals one bed, a desk and an even smaller bathroom. You let out a wrangled groan before throwing your things on the bed, "Only one fucking bed."

You can hear him let out a small laugh behind you, but to you it sounds more like a snicker. "Guess we'll have to share."

You whip around, a glare on your face, "I will not share a bed with some pathetic, arrogant, self-centered jerk." You bared your teeth, anger coating your words like a poison. Instead of retorting, he only smiled, finding your act amusing.

"Its beautiful, really, hearing you confess your love for me. It's simply music to my ears." You almost let out a growl, barely holding yourself back. Locking eyes with you, his grin grows as he slowly takes off his shirt. You watch the way his muscles flex when his arms are raised and the way his biceps tighten at every move. It's a beautiful sight. He lowers himself onto the bed, lying down in only his boxers. "Join me," he pats the spot next to him, his eyes glinting with a look you can't place. Slowly, you place yourself next to him, carefully maneuvering yourself so that you aren't pressed against him. Your efforts, however, were thwarted as he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer.

"I like it when you're against me like this." You can practically hear the smirk in his voice, the teasing edge, but the red blush on your face would beg to differ.

He doesn't actually like being close to you, he's just saying that to annoy you.

For a fleeting moment, you let yourself imagine what it would be like to relax in his arms, to let yourself be held by him. His bare chest pushed against your back, his hair smelling like pinecones and damp trees. What would it feel like to hear his chest rumble as he spoke? To feel his muscles flex as he laughed? It was comforting, to feel his chest rise and fall with every breath. It reminded you that he was still here, alive and breathing - with you.

Mustering every ounce of courage you could, you brought the words to your lips, ready to speak them, "I like it like this. Being here with you. I-I like it-you." You held your breath waiting for a response that never came. Silence hung over you like a cloud of rain. It felt like an eternity passed in those few seconds.

He's asleep, you realized with a small pang of hurt. Gently, you slipped out of his arms, too hurt to stay in his embrace any longer. It scared you, how it felt in his arms. It felt fragile, like you were about to shatter into a million pieces. Perhaps some aspect of you scared him too.

It was a dangerous thing to love. It tied people together and then ripped them apart ruthlessly until they could be no more than strangers to one another.

KUROO, nishinoya, koganegawa, OIKAWA, matsukawa, TENDOU, bokuto, terushima, MIYA ATSUMU

Drink, drink, drink, drink, drink.

I hate him.

Drink, drink, drink.

He's so beautiful.

Drink, Drink, drink.

He's a bastard.

Drink, drink, drink.

I love him.

The bar chanted the words louder than a police siren ever could. They cheered you on as you raised the glass to your lips, chugging the alcohol down. You relished the burn in your throat. It was a sweet distraction from him.

Three, two, one, done!

The crowd erupted into cheers as you caught the last drop of the drink, slamming the glass back on the table. You beamed, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. That's when you caught his eye. He was standing in the corner, hidden in the shadows, an unreadable expression on his face. For a moment, you could see anger flash through his eyes, but the emotion was gone as quick as it came.

Jerk, you muttered to yourself, too drunk to care that he was here. Stumbling all over the place, you gathered your belongings ready to head out, but before you could, a hand grabbed your shoulder.

"Hey beautiful," the voice drawled, "Can I buy you a drink?" You stopped in your tracks, turning around in an exaggerated twirl, "Of course," you gushed, "But only if I get to sit on your lap." If he was here, you were going to give him a show. You caught the look of surprise on the man's face, but ignored it, instead opting to smile even wider.

"My pleasure." He beckoned the bartender with his finger, ordering two glasses of tequila. Cautiously, you sat on the man's lap, throwing wayward glances to the man hidden in the shadows.

As the night grows longer, you can't help but enjoy the company of you current fling, the man who offered to buy you a drink, Tom.

He whispers something in your ear which makes you laugh, a loud boisterous laugh. You smile at him, a genuine, shining, grin when you feel a pair of eyes drill holes in the back of your head. You can almost feel the temperature in the room drop by a few degrees.

A voice that sounds too close for comfort breaks the silence, its tone threatening, "I suggest you leave, Thomas, the bar will be closing soon." Too drunk to care, you turn around, an angry expression on your face, "And who do you think you are, telling my man to-" You cut yourself off when you realize who it is.

He looks so handsome.

Annoyance fills your features as you turn back to Tom, "Ignore that asshole, Tommy, he's an arrogant jerk anyway."

God, I hate him so much.

Glancing at the man behind you, Tom's eyes widen for a spilt second before he abruptly stands up, a scared look haunting his face, "I-I better go." He stutters, quickly grabbing his things and leaving.

Surprised, you whip around to face him, fury filling your eyes, "How DARE you ruin everything in my life? I'm sick of you and your pathetic-"

He cuts you off as he grabs your chin, his hands soft yet rough at the same time, "Do you think just anyone can touch what's mine?" His voice is low and even despite the fact that you're drunk off your feet, you can hear the threat hidden in his words. You stumble for words but the grip on your chin only tightens, "You're mine. Understand? Mine." He lets go of your chin, his eyes swirling with something dark.

"I was enjoying myself! What kind of sick bastard takes that away from someone just to fill their insecurity?" Your words are fuming, the anger in them too evident to hid.

When he speaks again, you're shocked to hear a strain in his voice, a new kind of roughness, "Were you happy with him?"

It breaks him, it truly does, to see you laughing and smiling with someone else. Everyone had left him for someone else, he never thought you'd be everyone.

You open your mouth to say something but close it. At your lack of response, a pained expression flickers across his face, too many emotions swirled together. He begins to speak, an unnatural gentleness in his tone. "I'm sorr-"

"No," you breathe softly, "He was just a fling."

His eyes dart back to you, but his time they're clear. There’s a question in his eyes but you ignore it, your heart thumping too loudly for you to think straight. "Don't ever do that again." His voice is cold again, that familiar ice seeping in through his words. And just like that, he's gone as if he was never there, a whisper that you never quite hear.

KYOTANI, ennoshita, hanamaki, miya osumu, KENMA, kageyama, TSUKISHIMA, ukai, yamamoto, yahaba, SUGA, kindaichi, AKAASHI, semi

oh my god, this isn't proofread pls pls pls lemme know if they're any grammar mistakes

#haikyuu hcs #haikyuu angst #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu suna #haikyu x reader #haikyuu!! #haikyuu kuroo #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #oikawa toru #hq daichi #kuroo tetsuro x reader #suna rintaro imagine #suna x y/n #hq oikawa #hq anime #hq angst #hq x reader #hq kuroo #miya osamu #tsukishima kei #tsuki x reader #enemies to lovers

[raven-steinderolo]

SISTER SUPPORT

summary: reader asks their sister about what to do, after Kaz has been ignoring them.

pairings: Kaz Brekker x Ghafa!reader

warnings: none

genre: fluff (kinda??)

the man is being very weird. it's been a week since the last heist, it was a success— so you don't know what got his panties in a knot. you're the closest to Kaz than the other dregs, so him ignoring you for a whole week is unusual. maybe he's disappointed that you got hurt?

"You're kidding me!"

you tilt your head at your sister, "I'm. . . not? I think he's mad at me." she shakes her head and leans back on the window frame. "But I don't know why. . ."

Inej sighs and swings an arm around your shoulder, "Look at that," she points to your bandaged shoulder. you knit your brows, "Uh—Ye. . . Yeah? why?"

"Both of you are so oblivious. . ." Inej mutters under her breath before clearing her throat. "He's not mad a— Gods. . . Just talk to him about it. You know that he would never be mad at you without a reason."

you stare at the floor, "What he gets more mad at me. . ." "Have you seen the he looks at you? Nina told me that someday he'll get a heart attack because his heart is beating so fast around you. He won't."

heat creeps up your face, "I—. . . Don't fuck with me." Inej rolls her eyes and pats your non injured shoulder, "I'm not! just talk to him!"

"Whatever. . ." you clear your head and straighten, "Fine, I'll go talk to him. . ."

Inej nods with a gentle smile, "I'll be hanging out with Nina if you need to talk to someone." she turns to leave, but turns back again. "Oh! and don't tell Kaz I told you any of that," then she leaves.

you stand in your room for a few seconds. you don't know why are you so nervous, you talked to Kaz one on one a lot, so why is this any different. then you remember what Inej told you. maybe that's it. you rub your face and slap it a couple of times before taking a deep breath.

walking slowly out of your room, you walk upstairs to Kaz's room.

with every step you take and the closer you get to his door, the more heavier your steps get. maybe this is a bad idea. what if you're just making him more mad. your breathing gets faster and faster, and so is your beating heart.

you're about to turn away and walk back, but a voice cuts you off.

"What are you doing?"

your eyes snap to look at the man himself. standing in front of his door, with papers in hand. he seems busy. he is busy.

you clear you throat, "Nothing. Sorry to bother you." you take one step back, but his other gloved hand grabs your forearm for a second before pulling back. "No, wait. . .Do you need anything?"

"I— Uh. . —Yeah?" God, you want to jump out of the window right now. why is this awkward? it has never been awkward!

you shake your head and raise your hands, "But you're busy! So I can talk to you la—"

Kaz opens the door for you, "I'm taking a quick break. It's fine." That's a lie. He doesn't take breaks, but a part of him wants to talk to you again and the other wants to stay away from you for the best.

mentally cursing up a storm, you walk in stiffly, feeling his eyes watching. you try to ignore the hairs on the back of your head rising.

he closes the door and walks to his desk before setting his papers down on the other stacks. Kaz gestures the chair in front of the desk for you to sit on. after you sit down you break through the storm in your mind and wing it.

"Are you mad at me."

It's more of a 'I know you're mad at me, but just making sure if you're actually are,' type of thing. Kaz stares at you for a moment, you notice that his eyes widened.

He clears his throat. "I. . .—" "I promise I won't get myself hurt next time! I'm sorry if I disappointed you."

there's a pregnant silent.

and your hands are itching to turn the doorknob and leave.

"I'm. . . I'm never mad at you. . . I. . . " Kaz takes a sharp inhale. "I shouldn't have let you join them on it. I'm not disappointed, just—" you watch Kaz as he clenches his jaw.

"I don't want you to get hurt again."

you gently grabs his clothed forearm, giving it a reassuring squeeze before letting it go. "Kaz, I knew what was I in for when I joined. Please, don't blame yourself. I'm still alive!" you do a little spin with arms open.

"And I'll live for weeks, months, years—" you smile at him, a tinge of panic lingers on your tongue. is this really the perfect time to confess to him. "A dagger hit me, sure! but you know that I can take more than that!"

Kaz stares down at you and releases an amusement huff. "I do. . . But it still. . . scares me."

"Mr. Dirtyhands, just so you know, I'll live through all odds. And I'll spend all of those time by your side."

is that a confession? you don't know. now you're kinda regretting saying that. that isn't a confession, right?

honestly. you expect Kaz to cringe at that line and beat you up with his cane. or throw you out of the window.

But you don't expect him hugging you.

it feels foreign, but comfortable. you and Kaz had contact before, mostly those moments were fast as light, a second of pats on the shoulder, shaking hands, hands brushing, but that's it.

so Kaz hugging you— hugging you— is an interesting feelings of rollercoaster.

you are about to melt into his embrace until you notice his discomfort on human contact this long and close. so you slowly and gently push him away. "It's okay, if you don't want to hug me, I won't force you to. I'm just really. . ."

Kaz takes a sharp inhale through his gritted teeth before cupping your face with one hand, completely throwing you off the tracks.

his leather glove feels smoother than usual, did he bought another gloves? your eyes widen and look between Kaz and his gloveless hand.

his eyes narrow as he bites his lip, trying to suppress down the feeling of nausea. and with all of the power he has, he caresses your cheek with his thumb.

after a good five second gone by and he retreats his hand, shaking and breathing heavily.

"I. . .I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that." he shakily puts his glove back on. "I'm sorry— I can't. I'm not ready, I'm sorry." he takes deep breaths as sweat begins to form on his forehead.

". . .Kaz," you take his gloved hands.

"It's alright. I'll wait. I'll wait for you. Take your time." you smile at him, with comfort and reassurance as you let go of his hands.

and for the first time in a while.

he smiles back.

AH FUCK. im sorry if Kaz's is ooc or not in this, but i tried— i really did :") gods, i hope i didn't disappointed you :,,D

#kaz brekker x reader #gender neutral reader #i love him so much #give him a hug #im sorry #i really tried #x reader

[totiredtowrite]

"Ｔｈｅ Ｓｈｅｒｉｆｆ"

Warnings - Mentions of Guns, crime, mentions of bleeding

Note: Part 1 of the wild west series. Was it a mistake starting this? Maybe. No going back now though 🥰

FEM READERS DO NOT INTERACT (SHE/HER, SHE/THEY)

/̵͇̿̿/’̿’̿ ̿ ̿̿ ̿̿ ̿̿

Not much went on in the town after dark.

Shops were closed, people were in their homes. The occasional whinny of a horse or crumple of a wanted poster the only noticeable sounds. The bar was open, of course, though only one or two people were ever left. The only person you could be certain was up at this time is the sheriff.

"What are you doing here."

His hand was already on the pistol at his side. Even from under your hat, you could see the glint of the badge on his vest. His voice, as always, wasn't outwardly threatening. Gravelly, smooth on the tongue. You knew there was malice behind his tone, though only because you'd heard it so many times.

Truly, even as enemies, you knew each other better than anybody else.

"Can I not pay you a visit, Sheriff?" You sounded almost like you were taunting him. Lifting your head, you pushed your hat back and smiled at him through bared teeth. Daichi did not look amused.

Any other law man would arrest you on the spot. The wanted posters all around town told the story for him. Robbery, unlawful gunfights, property damage, arson. You'd done a lot.

Except, of course, actually hurt anyone.

He ran his free hand through his cropped brown hair best he could, a heavy sigh escaping his lips. He knew he should arrest you. Lock you up and let the judge do the talking. Still, in any case, he couldn't bring himself to.

"I'll ask again. Why are you here?" He lowered his hand from his pistol slowly, instead opting to lean against the door frame. He knew jail cells wouldn't hold you. Maybe he should just play your game. If bars couldn't keep you in check, maybe he could.

You hummed, sliding out of the padded seat to approach him. You could practically feel his body tense, with how still the air was. "I'm here," you lifted your hand to his chest, "Because," you trailed your finger up his chest, "I wanted to see you." A cocky smile made its way onto your lips as your finger rested underneath his chin.

His expression didn't change.

At his lack of response, you frowned. You let your hand fall from his chin and you turned your back on him. "Honestly," you shrugged, "I don't know why I'm here." You reached up to remove your hat, shaking your head a bit.

"You know why," Daichi pushed off of the wall, "Or you wouldn't have come."

Blowing out a breath, you turned back to face him. "Stress, maybe. Who knows."

Daichi raised his brow. "Stress? (L/n) (y/n), notorious outlaw, stressed?"

You glared at him and nodded yes, pulling yourself up to sit on the worn mahogany desk. You didn't meet his eyes.

When it became apparent that you weren't going to say anything else, Daichi sighed again. "And you came to me." He stated it as a fact, though you could tell it was a question. Again, you'd heard him so many times. Every single incident where he showed up to 'arrest' you, every little interaction. He's an open book to you now. And, no doubt, you are to him as well.

"Of course I did!" You barked out a dry laugh. "Who else would I go to?" While you said it in arguably the most condescending, bratty tone of voice Daichi thinks he's ever heard, it's easy to see that you did think about it. You thought and thought, eventually coming to the conclusion that out of everyone in this town, he was the least likely to turn you in. Ironic, considering his standing in this place.

This time he hummed.

You turned your eyes to the ground, a look in them that Daichi doesn't think he's ever seen before. It was...remorseful. Sad might be a tad bit simple for it. You looked tired. If he didn't know any better, he'd say you were about to cry. Your hand twitched as he approached.

His hands, calloused and strong, rested on either side of you. "I find it surreal," he started, "How you, the criminal, can only come to me."

Your eyes finally met his. You considered the words for a moment, sentence backed up in your throat. "I don't have anyone else," you eventually said. It didn't sound like you though. That boisterous confidence, the attitude, none of it was in sight. Only a soft, wavering sentence.

Daichi didn't say anything for a moment.

Maybe you did only have him. And, on the contrary, maybe he only had you. You brought your hand to his cheek, cupping it softly. "Please?" You whispered. You weren't even sure what you were asking for. Maybe you just wanted to spend time near him, maybe you wanted to have a conversation that wasn't just sheriff and outlaw. Right now though, you just really wanted to kiss him.

He leaned into your hand, only slightly. Just enough so you knew he was okay. "Stupid, stupid boy," he sighed.

You brushed off the comment. After all, you knew he didn't mean anything by it. You were used to just grabbing roses anyways, no care for the thorns. "Please," you asked again, voice more firm than it was before. He only grunted in response, leaning in ever so slightly.

"Thank you," you whispered, just before gently placing your lips right on top of his. For a guy like him, his lips were surprisingly soft. Warm. You melted into it instantly, Daichi faring no better. After a second you let your eyes fall closed, the hand on his cheek drawing him closer to you. The sheer passion in such a soft kiss was enough to throw him off. It felt like it fit, though. And who was he to deny what felt right?

You knew it was stupid and reckless. Daichi knew it too. Even as you both drew shaky breaths in between kisses, even as the heat slowly rose into the both of your cheeks, you knew it.

Daichi never did learn just why you were stressed. Even still, he got a slew of new things to think about, to worry about.

Grabbing roses without caution was never a good idea anyways. You were always bound to get pricked.

~

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#hq x male reader #m!reader #anime x male reader #x male reader #male reader #haikyuu x male reader #sawamura daichi x male reader #daichi x male reader #sawamura x male reader

[purplekiwis]

XI - Silly Love Songs* (How is it that a ruined date could end so happily?)

Listen to the Damaged Goods Spotify Playlist: Here Listen to Harry's Silly Love Songs Spotify Playlist: Here Series Masterlist: Here

Genre: Enemies to Lovers | College AU

Warnings: Smut, Cursing, Alcohol & Drug Use, Borderline Abusive Behavior

Wordcount: 17K A/N: There's some fucking 😏

Harry's smell still lingers on your clothes as you silently walk down the residence’s long hallway. Any trace of purple on your lips now far gone, and holding the pair of black combat boots you’d left your room with in one of her hands, since you had decided to remove them at the entrance, for the sake of any sleeping neighbors you might have.

Your socked feet pat quietly against the unclean flooring tiles. A silly smile you aren’t aware of painted on your lips as you recall your favorite parts of the conversations you had with Harry throughout the night. There is something wild pumping in your veins, something that is making you want to run back the yards that now separate you from him. You want to come knocking on his door, slither into his bed and fall asleep with the awareness of his body being right there, glued to yours in a sleepy warm embrace. You won’t go though. Not only because you need to change your pad, get something to eat, take off your make-up and brush your teeth, but also because even though Harry seems to enjoy your company, he didn’t invite you to stay the night with him. And you really don’t want to come off as pushy or obtrusive by showing up at his door uninvited in your cuffed pajama bottoms at 3am.

The desire still haunts your mind though, as you cattily rotate the knob and push your dorm’s door open, careful not to wake your roommate, and- “Where have you been?” Ameena’s familiar voice startles you. She was sitting on her bed with her legs crossed, waiting for you in pitch darkness like a mom waiting for her unreliable teenage daughter to come home after a night out. “What are you doing still awake?” You hiss, flicking the light up on your way inside. “Waiting for you... Obviously.” She flat out acknowledges. “Where did you go? And don’t even think about lying to me because I know you’ve told our friends you were with me, only I-” She takes her hand to her chest. “haven’t seen you all night.” You shrug lightly. “I was with Harry.” You say in the most flat-out tone possible as you hurry on removing your practically homemade costume piece by piece, hoping Ameena would mistake your casualty for a clear conscience. “Oh.” She voices, with an unexpected punch of surprise in her tone, making you tilt your head to look in her face. “No, I knew that.” She clarifies swiftly. “I just wasn’t expecting that you would admit to it so quickly.” “You did?" Your brows pinch alarmingly. "How?" You should've left it at that, you really should've... but you don't. Instead you ask something stupid, that only fuels Ameena's glimmerings even more. "Did you... uh... see anything weird?” “Why?" She pushes, as her face screws with inquisitiveness, and perhaps some amusement as well. "Was there anything weird for me to see?” “No, no..." You try shaking your head to give emphasis to the word, but it's not working. "I was just wondering how you could be so sure.” You add, albeist jittery and feeling like, at this point, your face might've as well just have the word 'blameworthy' written all over it. “Because he went missing as well, at the same time you did…” “That doesn’t mean anything. There were lots of people at that party.” You dismiss her statement, throwing your used party clothes over your desk with a conclusive huff. “I’m gonna go make myself a bowl cereal." You inform fleetly, as you start kicking out the slippers half hidden under your bed before clumsily sliding your feet inside them. "Do you want anything from the kitchen?” “I want you to quit trying to throw dust into my eyes and talk to me about what is going on between you two once and for all.” Ameena asked, groaning with annoyance. “Oh, and-" Her face lights up and she raises her finger up to call your attention. "a packet of java chip oreos, please. And one of your mango juice boxes as well, since you asked.” **

Roughly five minutes later you were walking back inside the room and watching your roommate’s tired expression lift as you threw the juice and packet of coffee flavored cookies at her.

She tore it apart immediately, moaning mid-bite like the cookie she'd just shoved in her mouth was the best piece food she'd ever had in her life. “Why do sweet treats always taste so much better when you’re supposed to be on a diet?”

“I have no idea," You sat in your bed facing her, bending your body in a similar cross-legged position just so that you could position the bowl filled with your favorite cereal over your lap. "but it’s 3am... no one’s eating healthy at 3am anyway.”

“Agreed. 3am is for sugary snacks and unappeasable mistakes only.” Ameena said as she tore open the wrapping of the box’s small straw, pulling and bending it before poking it through the box. “Speaking of mistakes…” She remarked, taking the pink straw between her teeth and sucking lightly. “Are you planning to tell me what you’ve been up to tonight or are you going to make me guess? Cause I’ve got a whole list of sacrilegious options I’ve been conjuring while you were gone, and I would be more than happy to-”

“No! No, thank you. There’s no need to go there.” You held your hand out to stop her from speaking any further, right as you took a calculated spoon of cereal to your mouth, chewing slowly as you debated on how to go on about the whole thing. Should you cut the crap once and for all and tell her everything? Should you just paint the big picture? or should you stick to your initial plan and keep things just between you and Harry?

But with the way your friend was gawking and wiggling in place, you could she was starting to get hot under her collar with the sudden muteness from your part, so you figured the least you could do was tell her the nuts and bolts of your night. “Honestly not much," You say, still partly chewing. "We just went for a beer...”

"And...?" A grin pulls at her mouth, eager to finally get some enlightenment on her speculations.

"And then he brought me home. -- that's it.”

"Hm." The curly-haired girl hummed over the ruffling sound of the wrapper, as she stuck her fingers back inside and dug for another cookie. “Was that all? Didn’t anything else happen?” She locked eyes with you, squinting some. “Didn’t he like, try to make a move to kiss you or anything?”

“Um…” You peeped at her from the top of your lashes, with your lips wrapped around the metal spoon you'd just taken to your mouth. “We uh, I guess we both kind of did, yeah.”

Ameena chokes bad on her cookie then, some fractions of it flying directly from her mouth as she coughs with surprise. “Okay, … What the fuck?!” She's still coughing, and you're debating on wether it's really necessary for you put down your cereal and come help, but as you start to get up she holds her hand out to stop you. “You’ve been pining over that man for months. How are you not screaming in happiness right now?”

“Excuse me?” You babbled offendedly. “I have not been pining over him.” “Yes, you have! But either way… you just kissed the guy! What the fuck is wrong with you?” She insisted, waving her hand in front of her face and slowly draining on her juice to try and stop the stubborn intermittent coughs still going. “Oh no… it wasn't good, was it? Was it awkward? Did you smack teeth?” “Okay… um, so... There’s something I’ve got to tell you." You start aprehensively. "I know I should’ve told you earlier but... Tonight wasn’t the first time." Ameena's jaw drops some with surprise, and if you weren't so nervous, perhaps you would've laughed at the way her lips started pumping at nothing, seeking for the straw that wasn't there. "We’ve actually been seeing each other… occasionally,” You made sure to remark. “… for a month and some…” “Define seeing each other..." She eggs on, shaking away her bewilderment. "Like, how far have you…”

“Pretty far…” You purse your lips, nodding your head as you reminisce. “Like, almost all the way far…”

“Shut the fuck up. No, you haven’t. Have you? Oh my god, have you seen his dick?” You opted not to answer her, but your face did it for you. Or so you realized once she took a big gasp and looked at you like you had just confessed to have hosted a spa day without her. “You’re a whore for not telling me.” She tells you, no pinch of grace to her stance besides the choke that escapes her once she notices the sudden starkness of your face. “Well maybe... but it’s not like you did better, is it?” You yammer back at her, and immediately she shifts a little in place. If you had not just came out of such a noisy party, you're sure you would've be able to hear her heart jump in her chest.

“What is that supposed to mean?” She challenges.

“It means," You start, unable to stop yourself from smiling a little at your own wittiness. "I found something the other day that made your crush on that Scottish guy from Outlander start making a whole lot more sense... That being that you have a thing for redheaded beefy guys with beards and pretty blue eyes.”

“How did you find out?” Ameena gasps, although she doesn't seem taken aback, she's more surprised than anything else.

"Find out what?" You're totally acting like a smarty pants now. "That you have a thing for redheaded beefy guys or that you're dating Vincent?"

"The last one." She grumbles.

“Oh, that would be cause I caught you at school the other day.” You reveal, unable to stop a little proud grin from showing up into your face when you see her purse her lips, musing over her past secret encounters with Vincent, trying to figure out when and where you could've seen them. “And, although it's a very unexpected pairing, I actually think you look really cute together…”

“Really? You think so?”

“Yeah, and well... I can't really say I know Vincent, since I only talked to him once or twice, but he seems really chill and sweet." You allege honestly, retrospecting over that time he went out of his way to help you, a practical stranger, that time you had your major freak out episode at Madison's birthday party. "And it’s not even like oh, they make a nice pair because they’re both cute, it was the way you guys were acting around each other. It was so precious! I don’t know how to explain it better, but it felt like a good match.”

“Aww… Really? It makes me so happy that you thought that... And same! About you and Harry.” You rolled your eyes at her, figuring that she was only returning the compliment to make you happy. “No, I’m serious… You know I’ve always shipped you lot together, even though I figured Harry to be a bit of an ass. Vincent always says he’s great though... He just happens to look a bit intimidating 'cause he frowns a lot.”

“Yeah…” You smile to yourself, thinking back to when that same thought had occurred to you when talking to Harry for the first time. “He’s actually sort of a mush-ball beneath the surface, believe it or not.”

“Really? Does that mean he’s sweet and not like, you know… super dominant in bed?”

“Ameena…”

“Come on… He’s freaky, isn’t he?” She's wallowing in it now, basking on the way you're growing all hot and bothered over her prying. “Does he make you call him Sir while you’re at it?”

“No, he doesn’t. But if he did, I wouldn’t tell you.”

“Come on… You can’t not tell me. It’s Harry we’re talking about." You brush her off with a shake of your head, placing your finished bowl of cereal over your nightstand and getting up from the bed in order to go use the bathroom. "It’s practically community dick with how much it’s constantly in everyone’s mouths- Metaphorically speaking of course!” She only adds the last part when you tosses her shoulder with a displeased 'heyyy'.

You know what she means though. Ever since first week Harry and his prick have remained a constant topic of discussion during the freshmen's rehearsal breaks. Which is partly why you skip them as much as you can. Not only because it enfuriates you beyond belief to hear others spitting out hunches about what shape and size he must be, but also because you're sure one day you'll lose it and jump at someone's throat amidst them sharing a dirty fantasy where Harry has them up against a cherry tree or some shit. “What do you want me to say? He’s… nice, great even! I’m obviously not going to go into details about his dick, but I think we get along pretty well when it comes to… sexy stuff.” You're already cringing at yourself for using that term, but Ameena only seems mildly happy with the answer she’s got, so you make yourself continue. “He likes to take care of me… always makes sure I’m comfortable with what we’re doing… He’s sweet, and hot and-"

Your phone dings, and you reach out to check it. "...and I’m fucked.” You cuncur as you read the texts popping up in your phone.

[Harry: How do I get this purple lipstick off my face?]

[Harry: Also, why are you not in my bed?]

"Was that him?" Ameena pokes, noticing you smiling silly at your phone.

You sigh all pampery. "Is it stupid that miss him already?"

“No... it's not stupid. I'm like that with Vincent all the time as well..." She chuckles, shaking her head amusedly. "So... you really like Harry, huh?"

"Yeah." You smile, nodding affirmatively. "He makes me feel happy."

You weren't feeling happy with Harry.

And you had a good reason for it.

He had decided to do a little number on you... by sending you a text on friday night saying that he had been checking the other day and you still had a couple of burpees to do before he could bring your punishment to a close.

Which had already kicked off a bit of a bellyache on you.

Because well, you had kind of assumed you had silently agreed on letting those slide, since he never brought up the punishing again, even after you were done with the chaotic school assignment weeks.

But no, the fact that you were going to have to waste part of your saturday sweating a couple of hundreds of burpees off your body, instead of feasting on a fancy italian latte and a cinnamon bun with your best friend like you usually did, although being a sucky situation, still wasn't the reason why you were upset.

No. You were upset because the little shit had lied to you!

When you showed up at the usual parking lot on saturday morning as scheduled, fresh out of bed, cold, sleepy eyed and looking like a right mess in yoga pants, sports shoes, a sweater that didn't really match your outfit that well and your backpack stuffed with a reusable water bottle and half a box of granola bars, you were expecting to find Harry in a similar sporty, casual outfit, like the ones he usually wore the times he penciled your punishment appointments last minute on weekend days.

Except this time, that wasn't the case. He showed up looking like a right dream.

He was bearing down against his car, dressed in black jeans and ankle boots (ever so typical of him), a cornflower blue sweater that fit him like a glove and brought out the color of his eyes, and a padded bomber jacket that made him look all cushy and warm and somehow made you want to go and hug him ever more.

Even his hair looked particularly nicer, for god's sake.

The layers had been slicked back with some sort of wax, but somehow his fluffy waves remained as dainty and unruly as ever, bouncing beautifully every time the morning breeze blew over them.

"Good mornin' sunshine." He'd greeted merrily as soon as he spotted you walking over, looking crabby, snoozy and like you'd much rather still be out of his, and the rest of the world's sight.

"Mornin." You replied briefly, feeling your limbs ivoluntarily twist in a big stretch. "What's with all the primping today?" You nod towards his outfit playfully, ready to start some casual banter. "Are you going on a date after this or something?"

"I am." The teasing smile drops of your face instantly, being replaced by an expression of sudden alarm, with bulging eyes and a lowered jaw but then he grins at you. "We are, actually."

"What?" Your mind is confused ... and so is your body, because now there's sparkly butterflies growing from places you'd just felt were ripped to pieces by feral, ruthless fangs.

"Sweet baby," Harry's grinning at you from ear to ear. "You should've seen your face..." His teasing, although sweet, is not helping the angry blood still sizzling inside your veins ever the slighest. "Did you get jealous thinking that I was going out with some pretty girl that wasn't you?" "Why would I get jealous?" You huff, putting your backpack down on the sidewalk and sitting next to it. "Also, what do you mean we're having a date? I'm noway ready to go anywhere dressed like this."

"Rubbish..." Harry starts, sitting on the sidewalk next to you. "It was supposed to be a surprise, so I obviously wasn't expecting you to show up all dolled up, you know?"

"Then what the hell were you thinking was going to happen?"

"I don't know." He huffs, smiling a little at the same time. "I just wanted to see you... and hopefully spend a nice day together." Your heart feels warm. Warm and happy inside your chest besides the angry pout displayed on your face. "Which was maybe a shit idea if you're about to turn me down."

Harry's looking at you like a sad puppy and you hate it. Hate that his eyes are making you feel like a terrible owner about to push their pet out the door while it's raining and there's a thurderstorm approaching in the sky. "I'm not turning you down..." You start, immediately watching his face warm. What is only making you feel worse as you carry on with your stance. "I'm turning your date invitation down. Today, specifically." He pouts a little at the news. "Why?"

"Harry, look at me!" You chuckle warmheartedly, uprising and flashing your oversized, sports sweater at him. "I look hideous! There's no way I'm going anywhere with you all spruce and looking like a dreamboat while I have this and cheap yoga pants on." His head drops a little, so you bring your finger to his chin and push it up. "You know I'll be more than happy to go on a date with you anytime, as long as you give me a couple hours notice just so that I can get ready."

"But I like your yoga pants..." Harry insists, tilting his head and giving your outfit a quick once-over. "They make your butt look peachy." He heckles, making you gasp and smack over his bulky shoulder, pretending to be more offended than you are. "Can never win with you, can I?" He puffs, getting up from the sidewalk. “Either way," He picks and bunts your heavy backpack over his back before he starts walking towards his car. You're staring at him confusedly as you watch him open the trunk and throw your bag in there. "Date or no date we'll still have to drive past IKEA." Your eyebrows irk. "I saw online that they have lava lamps like your roommate's one that we broke. You know her better than I do, so you should be able to figure out which one she'll like most.” You don't want to go to IKEA. You want to drag Harry with you back to the dorms and force him to watch Knives Out with you. Preferably under a blanket, whilst sharing a box of buttered microwave popcorn, all cozy and snug so that maybe he will let you hold his hand during the suspense parts.

But now Harry wants to go to IKEA...

And you're not ready to give on his company yet. "Okay fine..." You shrug defeatedly, "I guess my yoga pants might be good enough for shopping at 9am on a saturday..." With no more 'ifs' or 'buts' you walk towards the car, where Harry awaits you with a happy grin as he opens the passenger's door for you. “Since there is no date," He tips as you're about to to slide into your seat. "can I charge you for the kiss now?”

“No.” You nudge, facetiously as you step inside the car.

"What?" He shakes his head confusedly and bends down, sticking his head inside the car after you. “Not even a little one?” You laugh a bit, leaning over and giving a lusty smooch over his cheek because he looks right cute and you can't say no to him, especially when he's sulking at you like he is now.

He gives you a cheek kiss back, before retracting and pushing your door closed. Just as swiftly he climbs into the drivers seat, flicks his seatbelt on, adjusts the mirrors and starts the car. "If it makes you feel better, I didn't have anything proper planned for today... not like a fancy restaurant or anything like that..." He pats your knee, giving it a light squeeze before drawing his hand back to the stirring wheel. "With that said, you're sitting in my car now... so I guess I get to do with you as I please... and that includes taking you with me anywhere i feel like going."

"Huh?" You question, tilting your body towards him the best you can with the seatbelt on.

"You heard it right." Despite the spiritedness in his smile, you can tell by the solemn look in his face as he spares a quick glance in your direction that he's being serious. "I think you look lovely in that sportswear, just the same as when you wear a pretty dress. And since I'm the one taking you out today, I think you should consider my opinion, even if its just this once." You groan with annoyance, crossing your arms and legs and pushing yourself further into the seat. You're a bit worked-up at Harry's approach, but you also can't help feeling flattered that somehow he still finds you pretty when your eyes look puffy and the state of your hair makes it seem like you've just stuck a finger in a light socket. Harry's still staring at you.

You can feel it more than you can see it through the rear view mirror by taking casual glimpses at it.

It's not until after a couple of minutes of silent bemoaning, once your mood finally starts to perk up, that you risk flashing your first smile at Harry through the reflection. It's a mischievious one. And the one you always put on before leaning down towards the car radio to switch his favorite music station for the one you like most.

Your goal of finding the perfect song is quickly forgotten though, once you find yourself in the situation of having to scold your driver for disregarding the speed limits within the university fields. He laughs and shakes his head at your concern, but still takes his foot to the brake and shifts to a lower gear. “Do you drive?” He asks, tilting his head at your for a brief glance.

You move around in your seat a little, inquisitive as to why the question. “No, not yet… Why?”

“Noticed your staring," He says matter-of-factly, taking his hand to the dash to finish what you didn't get to do. "So I thought you were silently judging my gear technique.” He keeps flipping through the stations until you're asking him to stop, since you finally found a song you think it's worth listening to.

“No… I was just looking, no judgement.” You assert, keeping it to yourself that the reason behind your immersion was the size and attractiveness of his hands and not so much the change lever. “Looks complicated.”

He spares you another glance, smiling amusedly. “Wanna try it?”

“Um…" You hiss, fixing your eyes on the gizmo in front of you, while evaluating the proposition. "I don’t know if that’s a good idea…”

“Don’t worry, I won’t let you crash us...” Harry promises, showing off a full and cheerful smile while extending his hand towards you. “C’mon, give me your hand.”

“Where do I…” You buzz with a circular motion of your hand.

“Here,” He said, softly patting the handle. “Just place it here.”

You did what he asked you to, although a little apprehensively. Once your hand was laying there, he moved his palm to rest on the back of your hand, curling his fingers together with yours so that he could still have a firm grip over the handle. “Relax…” He prompted, noticing your stressed-out face. “You don’t have to do anything, just follow my lead…” He said, only proving that he genuinely could not tell that the reason behind your sweaty palms was more so his delicate touching, than the bloody tool you were holding. Good.

Your hand simply remains there for a little while, until you come across your first traffic light. It is one Harry could easily speed through if he wanted, since the light was still shining yellow... but he choses to slow down and let it shift to red instead.

Once the car stills, Harry gently pulls both your hands to neutral, then left, and up to 1 again. “See, it’s easy.” He simpers, shifting his gaze to you briefly before setting his eyes back on the light.

His thumb still carried on petting the soft side of your pinky as he waited for it to change to green. “Should I take it out now?” You ask. Not that you want to pull your hand away, but you were mildly worrying that it was getting in the way of his driving.

He smiled at you. “You can let it stay if you want to… For practice.”

IKEA's showrooms were nice, but not really up your alley if you're honest.

When it comes to house decorations, you're more into those effervescent colors and shapes most people believe should remain inside museums.

You like bubblegum pink feature walls, opulent spaces with too many artworks, rooms divided by archways, mustard yellow couches, ceramic cactus décor, circular mirrors and that 21st century witch aesthetic that is in no way comparable to IKEA’s minimalistic lines.

Their brand new furniture line is exhibited by the front of the store, set inside small custom-built rooms made of thin white walls. They all share the same theme. Practical, but modern. In all warm, earthy tones, with eco-focused furniture pieces and rust, green and blue colored sofas that you and Harry are swerving through as you probe around the store, looking for the lava lamp section.

You end up getting a little lost there, as everyone always does at IKEA stores, but fortunately, you're in good company today, so anytime you get disinterested in looking at furniture, you'll peek at Harry instead.

Well, it’s more the other way around really...

But unlike it happens with boho carpets and ceiling lights, you never get tired of looking at Harry. In fact, you're almost certain you could watch him shuffle through trendy shower curtains throughout the whole day without getting bored.

Harry’s entertaining to look at.

Especially when he spots a home gadget he isn’t familiar with and his eyebrows curve with curiosity as he balances forward over his foot to get a better look… and when he scrunches up his nose at design choices he finds questionable. He isn’t an appreciator of peel-and-stick wallpapers, you're guessing... and you also believe he doesn’t like bedrooms with matching furniture sets and laminate kitchen cabinets trying too hard to pass as real wood.

And yes, you're thinking about it.

How could you not?

You're trying not to entertain the thought, but it’s hard when you've been mistaken for a newlywed couple looking to furnish their brand new house by 4 different employees already.

So your brain is wondering… imagining how waking up besides Harry every morning and coming home to him at the end of a tiring workday would be like.

Curling up on the couch on a sunday afternoon, the balcony windows open because the weather’s sunny. The curtains are flowing in and out and there's a cheesy movie playing on the telly that you've seen way too many times, but still never remember the ending of.

There are two teacups set on the coffee table, but you haven't finished yours yet because you're too busy playing with Harry's hair, braiding it out of boredom. And although he keeps complaining that you're pulling too hard, he makes no effort to push away.

You're guessing you would still bicker over other silly things, though.

Like who's turn it is to load the dishwasher or why there's a paper container thrown in the yellow recycling bin. You can see it vividly in your head... you both disheveled in your pajamas crossing swords in the kitchen.

It gets ugly, and bad and dirty…

But then, in the middle of the argument Harry cracks a toothy smile because you stuttered a word or used a poor choice of an insult on him; It's one of those smiles of his that never fail to knock your socks off and make your insides twist... You feel all madness crumble apart then… and laughing along with him you ask: "We're being idiots again, aren't we?"

You're blaming having these soppy thoughts on Harry entirely.

On the way his hand keeps searching for your lower back to call your attention anytime he feels like asking what color you like most out of an item with multiple color options.

This time it was a room divider.

You said she liked the bamboo one better. He agreed.

Behind the divider there was another room setup. With a white wooden his and hers wardrobe, with multiple doors and sections. Neither of you could resist to opening a couple of doors to have a peek inside, only to get disappointed by finding nothing but empty drawers and woven baskets. Next to the wardrobe was a sitting area, with a nice beige chair, a hanging rack filled with magazines and cute potted houseplant hangers stuck to the walls…

But the star in the room, at least to you, was the small, vintage looking gold side table stuck to the wall. With its thin wavy feet and a storage spot underneath it. “Oh my god!” You fussed, moving around the room as fast as floating body just so that you can reach it.

Evoking the fictional divisions of your dream house, you decided this would be a perfect purchase for the living room… To place right next to the purple velvet couch you also wanted, so that you could slot your favorite scented candle pot over it. And magazines with cool covers, and a magical looking amethyst lamp… A fake one, because not even your idealized self has the money for real crystals.

Either way, you're obsessed with it.

“Harry, look! Isn’t it super cool?” You mewl, turning your head to the side, hoping to get Harry’s validation. “I know it’s very Parisian chic, but on the other hand… it’s like it could perfectly belong in Steven Tyler’s beach house or something.”

He shakes his head amusedly, staring down at you as you kneel next to the table, over the silky caramel brown rug. “I’ll confess I have no idea what Parisian chic looks like, but it looks about perfect for coke snorting, so I’m guessing you’re right about the last part…”

Harry’s hands were behind his back as he carried on inspecting the space. Picking up a couple of decoration items from the shelves to see them up close from time to time.

You notice him reaching for one of the books; a bright yellow one with ‘On Modernism’ written in large bold pink letters on the cover. “It’s a pretty damn cool table though…” He said as he flipped through the pages. What a dummy, you thought, noticing his eyebrows pinching together displeasingly as he finally comes to realize that it was only a decoration prop. “How much is it?” He questioned, closing and jamming the book back in place.

“It’s…” You checked the price tag, solely out of curiosity because no matter how much you loved that table, there was no possible justification to invest in such a fancy piece of furniture at this erratic stage of your life. “Suddenly not so cute...”

You flip the tag in his direction.

“350 pounds for that tiny table?" Harry's eyes widen. "That’s about the same price as this bedframe...” He flops his ass over the meticulously made double bed without any hesitation. “Which is far more worthy, if I say so myself…” He says, letting his body fall back against the oversized olive green coverlet and clasping his hands over his stomach.

“Harry…” You chuckle meekly, getting back on your feet and walking around the bed when you see him press his eyes shut like he was about ready for a nap. “Lift up from there before someone sees you and we get kicked out.”

Your foot never ceases kicking at his ankles until you spot his eyes reopening. “How about you stop worrying so much and just come here and cuddle me?” He soughed sleepily as he stretched his arms above his head, making his shirt ride up enough to give you a quick glimpse of the trail of hair thriving down, towards his crotch. It was enough to bring a warmth to your cheeks and prompt you to shift your gaze away. “Sides, if anyone asks, we can always say our budget’s too tight to invest on a bed without trying it out first. They'll eat that up, don’t you think... wifey?”

You avoided the question by focusing your attention somewhere else, rummaging through a stack of plush bed comforters like you actually meant to buy one. “All I know is that you’re going to fall asleep and I’m going to leave you there.” You admonished once you finally felt gutsy enough to spare the boy another look. Only to realize that his eyes, however dozy, had remained fixed on you.

“I won’t fall asleep, just gimme two minutes...” He gave a blissful sigh, spreading his arms wide over the bedding. “Besides, I know you won’t leave. You’re stuck with me for the day, remember? Unless you’d rather go back to the parking lot to do your burpees...”

“For the day?” You questioned concernedly. “Are you actually planning to take me somewhere else?”

Going to the beach during the cold months is always nice. Ever since you remember, you have always enjoyed it. You like the way the air is misty and smells saltier than it does in the summer. With every breath inhaled, it feels like nature is cleaning your whole body through your lungs. Your lips taste salty and gritty from the sand particles flying around your face, and the coolness of the wind is making your legs feel numb, which isn’t great for running when an unforeseeable wave disperses further than you were expecting, but still... it feels great. The weather was bright that day. The sunrays broke through the clouds and made the salty water glisten silver. There are a couple of gulls mewing in the sky above your head, besides them, there’s no one here. Just you and Harry, strolling down the sand as the ocean waves rapture fiercely against the shore. You had been collecting seashells and hiding them in your pocket throughout your walk, just so you could throw them at Harry when you caught him distracted. He’s given you two warnings so far. “I’m not kidding Y/N.” He'd menaced, “One more and I'm taking you for a bath.” “I’m not scared of you.” You had replied with a snicker as you scampered towards the dunes to make sure he couldn’t get back at you. You do this mostly because you're a natural pesterer, and also because you like to rile Harry up by startling him when he thinks you're done and that there are no more scraps left in her pocket. Except there always are. “Oops.” You smirk devilishly. “Guess there was one more after all.” You laugh when he winces back at you, and that’s when his patience finally snaps and he starts sprinting. You let out a squeak and start running, but it’s pointless. Harry’s legs are longer and faster, and his body is more resilient to the way his feet cave into the icy sand as he trails after you. Your only hope now is that he won’t be able to pick you up… but he is. He grabs you from the back and wraps his arms around your middle. “No, no, no!” You’re blubbering the word repeatedly, kicking to try skirmishing away from his hold… but it’s not working; he’s still dragging you towards the sea. “No, Harry, please... it’s too cold… please don’t.” “Oh it’s cold, is it? Should’ve though of that earlier.” You’re pushing up your legs, trying to climb up Harry’s body as his feet finally reach the shoreline. “Last chance. Say sorry.” “I’m sorry. I’m sorry." You’re whimpering at that point, grabbing zealously onto Harry’s forearms that encase your waist just in case he decides to drop you. "I’ll do anything, just not the water... please.” "Anything I want?" "Yes! Anything you want. Just please, put me down." At that, Harry eases you back down over safe and dry land. Even helping you swab your pants clean on the places the sand had stuck from the little tussle you'd put up as he carried you. “So..." You cut the silence whilst he's still wiping over your calf. It’s not a question yet, but your phrasing is already speculative in a way. "Have you decided whats for me to do yet?” “Hmm…” He takes a moment to ponder, “There's something..." He grants as he resumes his walking by the sea. You follow beside him, just as nervous as you are curious to find out what the words coming out of his mouth next are going to be. "I just don’t know if it counts.” “Well, it was me who said anything, so…” Your shoulders jerk winsomely. “Shoot your shot.” You watch Harry’s lips part, figuring he’s about to request something, but his mouth remains quiet, apart from the tongue that pokes out some to spruce his lips, that had gone a bit dry from the cold. Before you know it he's reaching out for your hand and bringing you to an halt. "What was that for?" You ask, but no further words follow your question. It's just Harry's index that comes to cradle your face, dragging a slow shape over your cheek as he stares deep into your eyes, then your lips, then your eyes again. Oh. The tips of your noses press together instinctively, halting for a moment

before Harry finally dares to pump the question. “I want for you to kiss me, is that alright?” “Yes." You say a bit weakly. "yes, I want to kiss you.” Untamed locks of hair feel feathery against your skin when the sea breeze envelops your bodies for the millionth time that day, only this time when you breath in, Harry’s scent overpowers the unmistakable saltwater one. It’s evocative and musky, yet subtly sweet like vanilla… and your mouth is hoggish for a taste. “Then you better start being nice to me.” Harry larks, pressing a soft kiss on the tip of your nose before he takes off running, leaving you standing perplexed facing the sea. He laughs when he looks back at you, noticing the slight outraged pout on your lips. “Come on, don’t give me that face." He takes his hand to his chest dramatically. "It’s breaking my heart.” “You’re evil.” You establish, advancing afoot alongside the coast and walking past Harry without sparing him any more of your attention. You’re not really upset since you know he’s just teasing as revenge, but being deprived of something you want after it being just a breath away always sucks… And the feeling’s even worse when it’s Harry’s kisses, apparently. “And you’re not?” He jogs until he is walking by your side again. “I've taken you out, offered you lunch, brought you to the beach... and yet, all you've done for me since we've gotten here is throw things and kick sand at my feet.” He contends, “You also didn’t kiss me earlier when I asked, so it’s only fair you don’t get to do it now.” "You kidnapped me." Your mouth opens vexedly. "And for the record, I didn't even want to kiss you that much... was only going to do it because you asked." You mumble something of sorts, although in reality you're an absolute sucker for Harry's kisses. To the point of getting annoyed at yourself for not being able to control the itch you get anytime you stare at his mouth. And you've been staring a lot today… Anytime you do, the memories of gone by encounters flood your brain and leave your body sizzling with yearn to feel the dampish warmth of his tongue again. You want Harry's attention. Want him to kiss you, hold your hand or show any type of affection that will make the angsty heart jitters go away. That is also why you've been nagging him with seashells and silly provocations throughout the whole day... You just want him to do something! anything! Before you can get any more desperate though, you're saved by the bell. Well, not an actual bell but Harry’s phone starts ringing in his pocket. He stares at the screen for a while, as if debating if he should take the call or not, but ultimately ends up swiping towards green and taking the device to his ear. You make yourself fall behind purposefully as he does, not wanting to seem like a busybody nor to accidentally listen to something he might rather you didn't. He’s walking in circles, punting at the sand as he talks with his eyes set on the horizon. Sometimes he'll take a peek at you as well, which for some reason is giving you a bad feeling... Not bad as if something terrible has happened, but judging by his body lenguage, he seems a bit more downcast than he did minutes ago before he took the call. And as much as you don't want to pry, you can't stop yourself from asking if something's wrong when he comes to meet you again, with both his hands hiding in his pockets and his face a bit scrunched because the wind is blowing directly in it. “No, it’s just…” He wipes the tip of his nose. “My mom’s printer broke.” He says, taking a big throaty breath before speaking again. “And now she needs me to come over and see if I can fix it...” “Oh.” Caught off guard, that’s all you muster to say. You're hoping your face doesn’t let on the fact that you're feeling fairly saddened at the news that your walk had come to a precipitant end. But luckily, Harry cuts your worries short.

“You could come with me if you wanted to.” He suggests without apprehension. “I live close by anyway, so it would only be a tick.” Your brows dip with confusion. “How close is close by?” “Roughly a 30 minute drive, I think.” His right hand shoots up, combing through his knotty hair once before being shoved back inside the sweater. “I have a heavy foot so let’s make that 25.” “Wait,” You shake your head some with bewilderment. “So you live… here?” “Hum... not here-here, but in the surrounding area, yeah.” “I don’t get it.” It’s true, you really don’t. “Why don’t you just go home every day then?” “I tried that last year, actually… but honestly, it was shit.” Harry sighs idly at the memory. “Any time I went out with my friends or to a party I ended up having to crash on some poor student’s couch because I was too fucked or too tired to drive." He pauses, taking a big breath in. "So, I figured this year it would be better to get myself a room here. That way I can go home when I want to… and even if I don’t go, I still have my own bed to sleep on. And I’m sure my parents don’t mind not listening to me practice for hours every day, the neighbors too.” You're listening attentively; eating up every word he’s saying since he doesn’t usually tend to share much of his trials and tribulations with you. “Either way,” He simpers charmingly. “Do you want me to drive you back or are you going to come along?”

From the moment you'd accepted Harry's invitation to accompany him on his little familiar duty, you'd been feeling a mellow squeeze in your belly.

It was a curious and eager squeeze... like the one you get when your crush sends you a unexpected text or your favorite celebrity shows up on the tv show your parents are watching. Okay... perhaps there was also some, not so pleasant, nervous gut squeezing into the mixture... that prompted you to spent the whole car trip chewing on your fingers and staring out the window wondering if you'd gotten there yet.

But overall, you were excited!

To finally get to know such a big part of Harry's world: The place he calls home, where he's grown to became the person he is today. The first one he always comes to when he has got good news to tell... or for comfort when things go really wrong... like that time he fell in the back street's playground when he was 9 and almost scraped his chin off on the floor's tar.

And to think you'll even get to meet the person who got to wipe and cleanse that wound until it healed to become the scar on his face, hidden under his stubble, that you love to kiss over...

All your excitement only grows twice as big, once you finally witness Harry unlock the front door of his family's apartment unit, where you were immediately greeted by the incoming, destinctable sound of echoey scratches against slippery oaky floorings.

“There he comes…” Harry announced with little enthusiasm, right as a small structure dog comes sliding down the hallway with dark thrilled rounded eyes, flappy ears and silky waves of white and brown fur that you can’t wait to play with, since its expression is nothing short of melting sweet.

Until he spots you standing next to Harry, that is.

Then it’s teeth out, followed by a slam-bang of menacing barks and growls.

“Enough of that, little pest.” Harry shakes the jumpy dog away from the door with a soft pat of his feet. “Don’t be scared…” He avows once you grab onto his upper arm and push yourself a little behind. “That’s Pepper. He's harmless... just has a thing for growling at visitors until we close the door.”

Without further ado, Harry steps inside. Compelling you to follow suit although still skeptically shielding behind him. As promised, as soon as the door is pushed shut, the dog’s protesting appeases and instead of barking, he’s springing around with his tail wagging. Panting with excitement as he takes turns between leaping and scratching at its owner’s legs and ferociously sniffing your sneakers.

“See, he’s just silly.” Harry comments, bending down over his knees and coddling the pet’s whole body like he’s being demanded to do by the eager little creature, that is more than happy jumping over Harry’s thighs and smooching up his whole face with dribbly dog kisses. Where do you sign up to get your dog rights?

“What breed is he? He’s gorgeous.” You try petting over Pepper’s back experimentally while he is still relishing on Harry’s embrace. He doesn’t seem to mind the extra attention, so you end up crouching down as well.

You're stroking the fur with a little more grit now, overflowed with joy when the dog decides you're worthy of getting slobber on her chin as well. “He’s a mutt.” Harry says. “Back at the shelter where we got him, they said his mom was one of them Spaniel breeds… ‘s why he looks like that. Not that it would’ve mattered what he looked like, he’s the cutest pup in the world.”

You don’t know how or why you muster up the courage, but you find yourself smirking and mumbling something along the lines of “The cutest pup for the cutest owner, seems fitting.” You force your eyes to stay trailed on the Pepper’s soft fur afterwards, since you can feel Harry’s attention turning to you.

You sense he’s a little baffled, as if not sure he’s heard you well, but before he can say something back, his attention is pulled to the apartment’s corridor, where there are now approaching human steps and an urgent call of his name. “Harry, darling… I’m so glad you’re here. That stupid shit printer- Oh!” The person covers her mouth with surprise. “You brought a friend!” “Hi mom.” He greets jovially before he moves to introduce the two strangers in the room. “This is Y/N… Y/N, this is mom.”

Harry’s mom was beautiful.

Too beautiful for a mom, even... whatever that means.

She had a great smile, radiant skin and a pair of astonishingly blue eyes you're finding hard not to glare at.

She’s definitely a cool mom too. At least judging by her red suede jacket, her choice of earrings for the day and the sparkly nail polish she has on.

“Hello darling. How are you?” She comes to greet you with a kiss in each cheek. Her skin is little crimson and damp around the face and neck with what you assume to be nervous sweat, and her hair’s a bit blowsy, like she’s already ran her hands through it too many times. She smells beautiful though, like classic perfume and anti-aging moisturizing cream… like most mom’s do. “I’m sorry if I seem a little startled… I’m in a bit of a rush but can I offer you anything? A coffee? Some tea?”

“Oh no, I’m okay. Thank you.” You dismiss politely, not wanting to be a bother.

“Are you sure?” The woman frets. “I’ve made fresh iced tea last night. The recipe’s one from the internet that I haven’t tried yet, so I don’t know if it’s tasty… Maybe it is best I ask Harry to try it first. Harry…” She tilts her body to look at her son.

You guess she’s about to ask him to go fix himself a cuppa, so you claim that you’re fine once more, and that it’s really not necessary but you have a feeling she’s still not dropping the subject. “Mom… didn’t you just say you were in a rush?” Harry hurries her back to the topic of your visit before she gets any more distracted with being a good host. “I’ll accommodate Y/N afterwards, let’s just get the printer fixed first...”

“Right.” Anne nodded, hurrying on her way out the entrance hall. Harry followed her, inviting you to come along with a gentle touch of his hand. “It ran out of paper as usual. I tried to fill it, but it got stuck and I was too scared to pull on the sheets… so I started clicking buttons, hoping there was one that would make it… expel.” The woman explained, emphasizing that last word by pushing her hands out and extending her fingers repeatedly.

You smiled a bit at the gesture, recognizing that Harry’s proneness to talk with his hands a lot probably came from his mom. “I managed to get the papers sorted out, but now I can’t get it to print. I think I broke it, Harry… I think I broke it for good.”

Harry’s lips form a sneery smile at his mom’s disclosure before he speaks. “Mom, as I’ve told you hundreds and hundreds of times before...” He sighs with facetious exasperation, placing both his hands on his mom’s shoulders and giving them a reassuring shake. “You don’t just break electronics by pressing buttons! You’ve probably misconfigured it or something.”

“Does that mean you can fix it?”

“It means I can try.”

Harry ends up fixing the printer rather quickly.

Because it turned out that the issue was one he had already fixed a couple of times before.

You'd heard him explain it to his mom briefly... that there was some sort of communication glitch between the printer and the computer, after the paper jam occured, or something about a pre-programmed response from the computer to protect printer...

You weren't listening that well...

But either way, all he had to do to fix it was restart the printer and the computer; -- whilst his mom looked at him in awe, before she was peppering him with kisses and praises like she truly believed her son to be the next Steve Jobs on the rise.

He also made sure to double-check the tray.

Which was a smart move because it turns out his mom had over-filled it. What would ultimately result in another paper-jam, had he not sectioned and squared off the stack of sheets properly before putting them back.

He'd only knitted his brows and glared a at his mom a little over the acident. "Really, mom?" He'd baited jokingly.

"What?" She'd replied abashedly. "You know I don't do well with technology." Harry had only shaken his head before he took it upon himself to print the document for her. You figured he'd decided to save her the embarassement and spare the witty comebacks for later, when you weren't there to hear them.

Which was sweet of him, you thought.

But not nearly as sweet as when he'd covertly squeezed your hand under the home office's desk after he was done and asked if you wanted for him to go fix you anything.

You'd obviously dismissed him just like you did to his mom earlier, but Harry ended up dragging you into the kitchen anyway. Claiming that, since Anne worked as a Food Lawyer, it was best for you to leave her to sort out her papers by herself because there might be some super confidential information in them regarding some Golden Hills well-known restaurants. And if you happened to lay your eyes upon it, you would leave them no other choice but to polish you off the face of the earth.

The kitchen was enviably cute.

Long and narrow, decorated with glass mosaic in a selection of beachy and green tones that fit in with the slate blue cabinets just right. The countertops were built in a rosy shade of wood, and so were the table and the kitchen chairs, although the seats are covered with mossy green cushions. It brought out the green in the tiles and the kitchen rug, along with the natural freshness of the aromatic herbs displayed in cute little vases throughout the windowsill.

“I like your kitchen garden.” You had told Harry when you spotted it, even though you knew he was probably not the house resident you should be complimenting for it. It still didn’t stop him from flaunting about the only thing he could take credit for, labelling the vases with the plant names because he could never tell parsley from coriander and it kept getting in the way of his cooking. They get into a bit of banter after that. With you claiming not to believe a simple herb mix up could be to blame for his culinary travesties. Harry defended himself with the promise that he’d cook you his specialty, creamy cherry tomato pasta, sometime soon. “It will blow your mind, babe.” He bid. “You’ll be having wet dreams about it for ages.”

You rolled your eyes and claimed you'd rather pass on the chance of getting food poisoned but in reality, you're planning on nagging him about that pasta until he makes it happen, that’s for sure.

You're rather enjoying Harry's home.

It's comfortable and warm, with sophisticated little touches. Like the leather puff seats in living room you desperately want to lob your ass on, the vintage bulb chandelier hung in the dining room that Harry insists he hates because he keeps smashing his head against it anytime he vaccums the carpet, the hallway ceiling with sensor lights... and the spiced orange smell that lingers through the whole house, coming from the entrance hall, where Anne currently is fishing her car keys out of her shoulder bag.

“Don’t you dare feed that overweight creature while I'm out.” She yells back ar her son, and for a moment your panicky mind wonders if she could be referring to you. It makes you feel self-conscious about your rumbly stomach, because you were actually quite hungry and looking forward to being offered a snack… but maybe you’ll have to wait and starve until you get home. “Hey!” Harry’s face turns into a soft pout. “She’s not overweight… just a little chunky.” You look down at yourself. You're guessing you might have put on a bit of weight ever since moving away from home, but it’s still a bit mean to call you chunky, you think.

Harry peeks his head out of the kitchen, noticing his mom’s still standing by the front door. “Can I give her lettuce?” His face is mischievous as he turns to you for a moment. “That’s healthy right? Just a healthy little snack.”

You're about to ask if you're allowed olive oil with it, when you hear a squeaky noise coming from behind you. You turn, noticing there’s a 3 piece aquarium over the counter. Partly hidden by the microwave, hence the reason you're only noticing it now. Inside of it, lounging under a plastic palm tree was probably the biggest pet turtle you'd ever seen. Big like you would need to use both your hands to hold her... and proper chubby too as well.

“You’re going to spoil her rotten.” Harry’s mom concludes with a sigh, before she’s saying her folksy farewells. She tells you that you're welcome to visit anytime you feel like it, and also that you should feel free to slap Harry’s hand if you see him reach for the sun-dried shrimp treats for Matilda, the turtle.

Harry grumbles that he wasn’t going to, but you have a feeling that’s exactly what he would’ve done if it wasn’t for his mom’s tip-off.

Once the front door clinks shut you’re already standing by the tank, while Harry has moved to the fridge. You’re zestfully staring at the sizable pet, that had just become uneasy from the moment she spotted movement close to her blue plastic tank, as Harry looked through the vegetable’s drawer until he found what he was looking for. You silently appreciated how he was careful to rinse the lettuce before feeding it to his pet.

You carried on talking and feeding Matilda lettuce anytime she came swimming towards you with her sharp little claws, splashing water and scratching the walls like she was trying to climb out.

Sometimes you would tear apart small pieces and drop them in the water for her to fetch, other times you’d shove your hand inside so that she would come nibble directly on the crunchy parts of the leaf. As it couldn’t not be, the feeding session ended up turning into a bit of a friendly combat, with you and Harry chafing each other’s hand away to get Matilda’s attention back on your side, whenever she started munching on the others’ lettuce.

Something that quickly escalated to playful side shoves and poking at each other’s ribs until you were nothing but a mess of giggles.

At one point your gaze flickers to Harry’s face, who’s profile looks impossibly lovelier in this light, right as casually runs his tongue over his lips. Leaving behind a thin layer of saliva that makes them look puffy… and kissable…

And fetching to the point that you only realize you've been staring for way too long when he asks you something.

Your eyes dart away sheepishly as you fix your hair behind your ear. “What was that?” You ask without looking, which is something you only tend to do when you’re feeling particularly shy or embarrassed. Once you finally do look, there is a pleased look on the boy’s face that’s making you wonder if he’s caught onto that already. “I was asking if you want to try mom’s iced tea...”

“Oh no, I’m okay. Don’t bother.” With most of his frame already hidden behind the fridge door, Harry squints his eyes at you, askance of the overly-polite response you’d given him. “I’ll have some if you do.” You reformulated, realizing he was waiting for you to cut the crap and give him a sincere answer.

You watched as his gaze honed back inside of the fridge, making a quick scan through the shelves. “What should we have with it? What are you in the mood to eat?” He queried, picking up the glass pitcher from the fridge’s bottle holder and placing it over the counter.

“Just whatever you feel like having.” You answered coyly, feeling your shoulders shrink slightly inward with senseless timidity.

Harry snorted at your shyness, shaking his head as he reached for two matching tall glasses from the top cabinet and placed them next to the pitcher. “Do you like mug cakes? I haven’t had one in a while and I’m sort of craving something warm and sweet.”

“Yes, I would love a mug cake right now.” You simpered with maybe a little too much excitement. “I mean… if that’s okay with you.”

“Why wouldn’t it be okay if I’m the one suggesting it?” Harry mocked your choice of words, before he moved to set the table. You tried offering your help, but he declined it in favor of inviting you to sit down, once he noticed you were still leaning against the kitchen’s windowsill, right by Matilda’s tank.

You comply without fuss, guessing you would probably end up being more of a nuisance anyway for not knowing where anything is.

Despite knowing your chances of being in this kitchen again are slim, you’re making mental notes on the places of things. You like being here, you decides. And not just because the apartment is cozy and homey, Harry’s mom is nice, and you happen to really like the citrus smell of their fragrance sticks...

No. It’s because you like to be in this, more personal, space of Harry’s life.

It’s a place you would never imagine you’d be, being honest. After all, not many weeks ago, you really did believe Harry was nothing short of your nemesis, that had been put into your life solely for character-building purposes… And now you're sitting in his kitchen, watching him pick up a pair of cute, illustrated mugs from the dish rack just so you can make microwave cakes together. Life’s bloody wicked isn’t it?

“What do you want in yours?” Harry asks, pulling your wondering mind back to the present. “I like mine with peanut butter and chocolate chip, but you’ve got plenty other options. There’s vanilla… chocolate… cinnamon… apples… bananas… oranges…”

“Peanut butter and chocolate chips sounds great, actually.”

You could kiss him right now he looks bloody cute; peeking back at you with that sheepish naughty smile of someone who has got a sweet tooth and is hoping you are on the same wavelength as them to ask “Whipped cream and sprinkles on top?”

You're fucked for him.

Absolutely, utterly fucked.

There are two types of university students.

There are the ones like Ameena.

Who pack boxes and boxes of familiar goods from their homes to decorate their school rooms, transforming them in a mini, self-contained apartments because they find comfort in having stenciled stars on their walls, the teddy bear they’ve had around since they were a child perched on their bed, and that crumbling desk lamp they always depend on to get their homework in day.

And then there’s ones like you and Harry.

Who keep around just the necessary and treat their school rooms as a mere sleeping space, frame working their safe haven on the things they can carry with them everywhere… Like their favorite pair of socks, a holey band t-shirt they only got because it called their name at a vintage store or a pack of sugar free gum of their favorite flavor…

It still doesn’t mean you don't need your home room to be a cool and comfy place, with feel-good comforters you can spread your whole body over, pictures of your closest friends, cheap fairy lights, home printed artworks and magazine collages...

That to say that maybe that's the reason why you're not surprised to find Harry’s home room to be way cushier and more intimate than the frat house one...

And a perfect reflection of his personality as well.

With simple dark colors and features, a tall shelving unit around the headboard, that’s filled with ghosts of his childhood and earlier teen days. Lego constructions, a 7th grade zoo fieldtrip picture, school championship medals, an empty liquor bottle collection that you can’t help making fun of by saying “Wow, aren’t you just the coolest guy ever...”

“Oi, shut up.” He’d grumbled, sheepishly scraping at the edge of one the sneakers brand stickers stuck to the top of his desk while you walked around observing the soft rock band posters glue taped to the single room’s dark blue feature wall.

There's a couple of other items that peek your interest: A skateboard Harry admits he’s never learned how to ride, a red electric guitar and its amplifier, a box set of the lord of the rings books, a not so recent stereo system and many, many records.

“How do have so many records?” You ask amusedly. “They’re really cool. I never see these bands in stores anymore... and if I do it's always their best of collections.”

“That Eagles one you’re holding I bought, actually. But most of those were stolen from my dad.” Harry replies proudly from where he is sitting on his bed, scratching absentmindedly at his thighs as he watches you flip through his stack of CDs. “Some are a bit scratched, but I still listen to them anyway.”

You hum insightfully. “And what are these blank ones?” You inquire, picking up one of the few with a clear case and shimmering it at him. “Did you steal dad’s porn films as well?”

“God, no!” Harry chuckles aloud at your jesting. “Those,” He coughs out a laugh. “are compilations I make of songs I like. The track list’s on the back if you’re interested.” He bends his body forward and cracks his knuckles, flexing and unflexing them as he watches you nimbly spin the record case around to check. “Feel free to put any of them on if you’d like...”

"This one seems nice." You decide following a brief analysis of a couple of compilation track lists. “I never would have taken you as a Bruce Springsteen fan, but…” You are already removing the CD from the case and setting it on the stereo player. Essentially taking stabs in the dark trying to figure out how to make the amp work without asking for Harry's help.

“Oh god, not that one!” He moans, burying his hands in his face and curling up forward like you’ve just told him you’re about to make him listen to Baby Shark on loop for 3 hours.

“What? These are nice songs.” You frown offendedly as you plop down on the bed beside him. “Have you grown sick of them, is that it?” You ask as the melody of a Lou Reed song starts playing lowly from the old shelf speakers.

"No, it’s not that…” The boy shakes his head with a nervous smile and crosses his legs over the bedding. “It's just…” He shifts a little, pressing the side of his body closer to yours. “Out of all those damn records, you’ve picked my silly love songs playlist.” Harry sighs some before looking down at his own lap. He’s biting at his underlip, like there’s something playing at the tip of his tongue that he wants to say but isn’t sure if it’s wise to. “…It's the songs that make me think of you.” His shoulders slump like he’s relieved, and completely unaware of the way adrenaline is now buzzing through your veins. “Harry…” The girl gasps from shock. “You can’t just say things like that."

"Why?" He plain and simply asks.

"Because you… this… it’s a bit…” You sough weakly. “You're making it worse. You saying those things is going to make all the other things... worse.”

Harry seems hesitant in speaking for a moment, but he takes a big breath through his nose and forces himself to untie the knot that has formed in his throat. “What kinds of things?”

Your eyes fly up to meet his briefly before returning to your cuticle, that you have been harshly pushing back as you contemplate your alternatives.

You are plenty certain your body is physically shaking like a pressure cooker about to burst. With dangerous heatwaves crawling up your blood vessels, threatening to blaze your confused brain into a pile of ashes and making your mind feel dreamlike, like walking a fine line between reality and all your envisionments of what this conversation could have gone like.

It's not as humiliating or perfect as you imagined it would be, but it's freeing in a way, if you look past the tightness in your stomach and the fact that you have absolutely no idea of ​​where you're getting with your words when you put forth something like,

"I like you, Harry." You say it as an apology, like your feelings are something worth feeling guilty about. "I like you for more than just the things we do sometimes."

There’s a pause.

A long pause where Harry’s face remains nestled in the crook of his elbow that’s perched over his knee. He looks placid, but mindful. You don’t know what to make of it, so you just sit there feeling your chest inflate further and further with tremulousness. And when Harry talks again his voice comes out scratchy.

“I like you too, Y/N.” You tilt your head slightly away from him, in a silly attempt to hide your face for when that inevitable “but” follows his stance. You wonder which one it’s going to be… but this is just sex, but only as a friend or the good ol’ classic but I’m not looking for a relationship right now, only it never comes. Instead, he smiles at you. “I figured it was obvious…”

“Really? You- you like me?”

“Uh, yeah? 'course I like you.” The smile on his face stretches wider, despite the way his eyebrows furrow tauntingly at the questioning. “What? you thought I showed everyone my fat turtle and my lego collection? This is priceless shit.”

You're staring at him not knowing what to say, with a heart that’s beating heavy and full in the best way. Like it’s about to burst inside your chest into a million little fireflies.

With the way his expectant eyes are lingering on your face, you’re guessing he’s out of words too. Good thing your brain is done with thinking... And sick and tired of wasting time trying to figure out what the right thing to say is.

Recklessly, you lean over, reaching for the collar of Harry’s sweater and tugging him to clash against your mouth.

He hums some at the deed, sliding his arms around your frame and bringing you to his chest as your lips smooth unanimously. Although a bit chapped from the beach air, they stick together easily just like they always do.

Harry’s cradling your waist, while you are still very much twisting harshly at the fabric of his collar beyond your knowledge, until one of his hands flies to nab at his throat. “Christ love,” He coughs a laugh. “I’m not usually one to turn down a bit of intense choking, but I’m about to pass out if you don’t give me a second to breathe.”

“Sorry." You draw back a little shamefaced. "I didn't realize I was unintentionally murdering you.” Despite the full-blooded cheeks, Harry's eyes are lit and sparkling with desire as he holds on to your hip and adjusts himself. "It's alright... guess I always knew you would try to rip me to pieces one day. Now come here, on my lap." He pats his thigh for you to come sit in it, and in a heartbeat, you’re slinging your leg over and plopping your bum in his lap, facing him. He spurts out a perky hum as you tilt your head down, like you’re about to tell him a secret, only instead you comb the pecan colored locks away from the side of his neck and push your mouth against the skin that’s as remarkably warm and soft as you remembered.

Some spots are still branded plum from a couple of days ago, so you make sure to be gentle with it… placing little sucks and kisses over the fragrant skin until his lips part in delight. “Would it be okay if I took your shirt off?” You ask a bit reluctantly. With a soft nod, Harry’s hands dive under the hem of his sweater, smiling boyishly as he pulls it up and over his head along with the t-shirt, he was also wearing underneath.

He throws the conjunct of shirts to the side, carelessly.

“Can I get yours as well?” His request comes soon, preventing you from taking in his body and the tattoos adorning it like you wanted to. Your chest stretches wide as you work on pulling your own tops off. Harry helps you, dragging them upwards by sliding his hands alongside your frame.

Without thinking, your fingers jump back to unclip your bra, quickly sliding it off your shoulders and tossing it to the floor. Your eyebrows furrow questioningly once you notice Harry’s eyes are wide with surprise. “What? did you want me to leave it on or something?” But then it hits you. It’s his first time seeing your chest bare like this.

The other times you’d been together the sex had always been rushed and needy, so much that you’d never seen each other properly naked.

Sure, you’d seen each other’s parts and crammed your hands underneath each other’s shirts to cop a feel…

But it was different this time.

You're doing it because you like Harry.

Because he makes you feel all these sorts of things you thought he could never. He cues you into feeling esteemed, and appreciated, and powerful... while simultaneously making you all tender and needy with his kisses and silly love songs. And you treasure him. So much that you wish your body was made of plasticine, just so it would bend and mold and stretch into a giant shield to protect him from anything that could ever hurt. Because that's how his arms always make you feel. Safe and cherished like you're inside of a formless cocoon that smells nice, feels nice, and looks at you with pretty green eyes.

But as much as you were enjoying watching Harry’s cheeks flush as he drank your naked body in, it was making you feel slightly insecure about... well, everything? It prompts you to, not so covertly, wrap your hands around your breasts.

“Why are you covering yourself?” Harry asks, adoringly reaching for your hands to tweak them away. He kept your fingers locked, as he took you in. Sighing happily with an awestruck smile as his gaze flickered between your breasts, seemingly completely blown away by what was being presented to him.

“Because you’re staring.” You slump your shoulders slightly. “And I don’t want you seeing my flaws…”

Harry’s face pinches. “What flaws? There are no flaws…”

“Yes there are!” You fret, pulling your hands from his hold to try wrapping them around your body, but Harry grabs your wrists before you can. “And on top of that, I woke up bloated today… and it’s only gotten worse throughout the day…”

Harry's hands leave yours, coming to cup your face instead as he looks deep into your eyes. It makes you dizzy. “You’re gorgeous." He says it like he means it. “Literally fuckin’ stunning Y/N. Please never hide your body from me. Because I love it.” He chuckled whilst looking down to his lap, where some swelling was already going under his undies although none you had fully stripped yet. “And the thing is… that’s not even a relevant part in everything makes me crazy about you.” You huff, dropping your head over his shoulder. “Such a sweet talker when you’re trying to get your dick wet, aren’t you?”

“Hey!” He blows, pouting a little. “Knock off painting me like dick while I’m having my moment of weakness and getting all sentimental... ‘s real mean.” His hand reaches for your forehead, just so that he can swipe away a loose strand of hair. “And it's not like I don't have a bit of a pouch going on myself, see?” He said, relaxing his abdominal muscles completely. You had a feeling he was forcefully pushing his belly out a bit just to ease your nerves, but you let it slide in order to poke playfully at it with your finger. “Been having too much of that Irish beer I reckon… and chocolate stuffed croissants…”

“No! none of that.” You coo, pushing forward and wrapping your arms around his cushy shoulders. “It’s perfect, you’re perfect...” With your cheek pressed against Harry’s collar, you resume to pressing sticky kisses alongside his neck and cheeks. “And I love chocolate stuffed croissants.”

“Hmm… do you?” He lets his eyes flutter shut for a moment, basking on the the kisses you're giving him, and the feeling of having your bare, fleshy chest nuzzled against his.

“Mhm..." You place a kiss on the tip of his nose, and he gives you one back. "And strawberry jam ones too, but… I know you’re only saying that to make me feel pretty.”

“Because you are pretty." Harry insists. "The prettiest. I love your eyes..." He smears his mouth on yours, pressing soft pecks on your face as he speaks. "And your nose, and your lips, and your neck..." He stops and stares, literally. "And these beauties.”

You're not attempting to cover them this time, instead you let out a layed off sigh and stare down at yourself. “Do you like them?”

“Do I like them?" His eyes dart up at your face for a moment and he smiles, with one of those 'I would eat you whole if I could' smiles. "I was trying not to be lewd but... fuck man, they're perfect."

He takes them in again, and although you're not presumptuous, you're assuming by the way he's raving on the sight, that he wants to touch them. "You can play with them if you'd like." She says it because shes dying for' him to touch them too, but doesn't want to act all brash by randomnly pulling his hands to clasp against her boobs.

You'd assumed he would go for a small squeeze at first... or hell, even a big squeeze with both his hands kneading at the flesh, but he doesn't. Instead he lunges forward, swiping his tongue over your nipples before he's sucking them off and on in his mouth.

He's being proper filthy with it too. With noisy and sloberry sucks until he feels them stiff against his tongue.

"These perfect tits" Harry growls, clearing the dryness in his throat before speaking again. “Just wanna hold ‘em, and squeeze ‘em, and bite 'em...” He does it then. Drags one of your nipples between his teeth and gives it a bite that has you spasming in pleasure and good pain. He suckles the soreness numb then, and blows cold air over it as he draws away. "That wasn't too much, was it?"

You don't answer to his question, instead you push his torso down on the matress, leaning along with it so that you can taste his lips again.

Your mouth starts venturing down his body, smooching his neck, his chest... And you take time to play with his nipples too. Which is something you've always enjoyed doing... yet unfortunantly guys never seemed to care for it, so you usually always ended up giving up in favor of putting your mouth around something you knew would leave them all whiny for you instead...

But something tells you Harry does like it. So you push your mouth on them, swirling your tongue around the flushed bumps and even sinking your teeth into them softly just like he did to you.

And fuck... he moans!

They're low and soft moans but they're there. And they're still there while you're kissing down his tummy, and his hips, and following down his happy trail until your underlip's brushing against the rough fabric of his jeans.

“Can I take these off of you?” You ask as you begin to undo the button and zipper, Harry nods his head affirmatively, so you grab tightly onto the bands and give them a testy tug down.

He releases a breathy grunt at the push. “It’s alright, I got it.” The boy asserts as he takes the matter onto his own hands to make short work of the task.

"Your boxers too." You command, once you notice he was planning to leave them on. Harry’s face inevitably heats when being asked such a blunt request, but he nods and pulls them down anyway.

As he does, his prick plops up into thin air, just as pretty and empowered as you'd last seen him. "God, you're pretty..." You flatter as you start using your hand on him, slipping your fingers around it and slowly pumping the skin up and down.

He looks big, and wide and rosy at the tip, where it's glossy and leaky.

Even his balls look great from this angle, for fuck's sake. Nice and full and immediately your mouth starts watering at the thought of emptying them... but you force yourself to swallow down your arousal as you lower your body on him, until you're nice and settled between his spreaded thighs.

"Have you noticed," Harry's gruffy voice breaks your attention, who was still focused on how lovely looking and responsive his prick was. "how small your hand looks when it's on me?"

"I have, actually." You practically chuckle as you wrap your other hand around him, gliding both throughout his lenght simultaneously. It makes his chest quiver. "Does that turn you on?"

"Mhm, yeah... a bit."

"No need to be shy about it..." You tease, climbing a little closer up the sheets. "Do you also like the way it looks when it's in my mouth?"

"I- uh... yeah." He clears his throat falteringly. "It's what I think about most when I, when I'm sorting myself out, actually." He rakes his hair back sloppily, with his eyes still trailed on what you're doing to him. "You look awful cute while you're doing it too, so... that helps."

You can't take this anymore.

You can't take another second of having this gorgeous boy acting all cute and shy and whimpery while his cock pulsates and spurts into your hands without wrapping your lips around him.

So you lean forward, coat the tip of his dick into your mouth and give it a kind suck. Harry's mouth is hung open as he watches you, pretty moans bubbling in his and your chest as well once you start scouring your tongue and slurping around the whole expand of his skin until he's dripping from arousal.

His hand jumps to your hair, desperate to get some more of your sopping mouth bobbing up and down on him like last time... So you give it to him. Stuff as much of him as you can past your lips and push it down your throat, squeezing your eyes shut as you rejoice on the feeling of fullness he gives you.

And his taste.

He tastes good. Good and familiar...

And it's making you beat yourself up for not having drop your head on him down and dirty on Halloween night after noticing he'd gotten hard just from making out with you over the console.

You're determined to make up for it now though...

By fondling the skin of his thighs and belly as you sink your head farther and harder, and suckling on his sensitive tip as much as you can, even when you need to come up for a breath... making sure he gets to see how bloody greedy you are for the savoriness of his essence... and how willing your tongue is to lick it all up just so no drop goes to waste.

Harry's breathing is heavy, scattered with wet crackles as he looks down at you. "Are you-" He probes, while your mouth is still moving steadily around him. "moaning?" His eyebrows remain furrowed in pleasure as he lifts up over his elbows to check on you. "Is that you making these pretty noises? Are you moaning around my cock?"

A fluttery soud echoes inside the room as you pull him out. "No..."

"Yes you are." Harry chuckles at your shy demeanor. "Does having a cock in your mouth turn you on, baby? Bet you're making a right mess inside your panties, aren't you?"

"I can't help it..." You admit coyly, feeling a little bashful over the question. "It's your fault for tasting nice the way you do."

"Is it?" He tuts his tongue, flashing you a jolly smile before he's putting back a little on the bed and sitting up. "It's only fair I get to take care of it then, innit?"

You put up a bit of a pouty hassle, saying that you weren't quite done with him yet, but it's pointless. He's already making his way around your body and switching your positions, so you figure you might as well let him have his way with you... since he's already snagging the rest of your clothes off.

You've always love Harry's laugh.

But there's something special about it in moments like these, where you're watching him struggle to pull off your sneakers and your tight elastic pants. -- moments when he's naked, and his face looks a bit flustered as sweet and warm sounding cackles erupt from the bottom of his chest.

But then his eyes dart up to yours, greenish and luscious with arousal, as he sets himself in between your legs.

You squirm.

Tensing immediately at the feeling of his lips venturing down towards your pineapple printed, in more than one way, hipster, panties.

“If I remember correctly, I owe you two orgasms from last time, right?” He questions. Your mouth opened with a surprised oh, as you tried squirming a little upwards in order lift up in your elbows, eager on asserting that you weren’t holding him accountable over such a silly promise.

He paid your rumbling no mind, giving both your knees a sharp tug, that put you back into a laid down in position in no time.

“So now I’m thinking we should just get one of them out of the way...” He says, with tempting glossy eyes and the ghost of a smile still pushing the corner of his mouth up due to the squeal that escaped yours at the sudden yank he’d given you.

Or was it more of a moan?

It surely made your whole-body tingle with arousal.

“I didn’t know we were keeping track…”

“We're not. I just want to taste you again.” He said, dipping his fingers under the waistband of your underwear, and you waste no time in lifting your bum to help him on working the fabric down your legs, once they’re out, he tosses them to the floor and wraps his hands around your thighs.

You felt a part of the heat rush back to your cheeks once you heard him moan out a soft Fuck… as he caressed up and down your legs with his eyes locked on your center, before they lifted right up to meet your curious ones. “Swear I could cum just from looking at this pussy...” He spoke, thumbs carefully spreading you open, revealing the spot where you were warmest and dampest for him. “But I’m too greedy not to have a taste, so...”

“Lucky me…” Your words were nothing but a whisper as you let your body fall back over the sheets at the feeling of the boy’s tongue slowly lapping between your lips for the first time that day.

Right of the bat, the feeling’s already too much to handle, making you unintentionally slither up the bed to avoid pushing your legs together. “Are you ever going to learn how stay still or am I going to have to tie you to the bed next time?” Harry menaces jokingly, giving your knees another tug and tightening the grip of his arms around your legs to keep you in place.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to...” You apologize, spreading your thighs open at the feeling of a palm pushing against the inner part of one. “But just to put it out there... I don’t know if you were kidding or not with the whole tying thing but, if that’s something you’re into, I’m down to try it sometime...”

His face sparks up, astonished. “Quite forward, aren’t you?” Your eyes avert away as his eyebrows jump up teasingly. It’s more for show really… because you’re not ashamed of it whatsoever. You know Harry gets off on your wants, and you’re more than happy planting lustful seeds into his brain for later. “I want to try loads of things with you; that being one of them..." He acknowleges. "But let’s focus on what my tongue’s doing for now, yeah?” Without further ado, he dives back to work, licking up into you with broad and slow strokes of his tongue.

You’re still squirming a little, letting out soft whines and feeling your hips jump lightly with each heated swipe he gave against your sensitive bud... but it’s not long until your body begins relaxing into the intensity of pleasure you are being gifted.

One of your hands, that had been gripping tightly at the sheets, comes up to nestle Harry’s silky hair, that he hadn’t bothered to tie, away from his face. "Is it good? Do you like the way it tastes?"

His wild eyes jump up at your question. "Love it." He says amidst a soft slurp, before he pulls away to answer. "Always gets me hard thinking about it too... having you all soaked and spread for me to clean with my tongue." You fell captivated by the way the dim afternoon light embraced his features, accentuating the sharp lines of his face; his eyebrows, his cheekbones, and his jaw... Open wide as his smooth tongue delved inside of you. You could catch onto glimpses of its pinkness with each passionate tilt of his head.

He looked absolutely delighted by the way you tasted. His eyes were pressed shut as he held onto your thighs, running his fingers up and down soothingly over your skin from time to time, akin to the moans he occasionally let loose.

The view was enough to prompt that familiar fizzy feeling to start in the lowest realms of your tummy. “Fuck, Harry… You look so pretty in between my legs...” The words escaped you before you could stop yourself from saying them.

His eyes dart up at you again. “You think I’m pretty?” Deep blueish green and so bright with arousal that you could feel them lighting sparks all over your body.

“You’re so pretty…” You reutter, giving into stroking his ego once more. “and so good…”

“You like good boys?”

“Mhm, you’re such a good boy… with such a filthy mouth…”

"Yeah?" He was giving you a proper show, spitting right over your clit spreading the wetness around the with the tip of his tongue in languid circles. “But you like my filthy mouth, don’t you baby?” He asked, leaning closer and giving the swollen and pulsating bud and a gentle suck that had you curling your toes and pushing yourself upwards in his mouth.

“Fuck… I- yes, yes. I love it…” You whimper; body hot and trembling as he carries on suckling at the throbbing bud.

There was nothing you could do but lay there, moaning and tugging mercilessly at Harry’s hair with shaky fingers as you took whatever he gave you; whether it was quick and precise flicks of his tongue or long, harsh sucks to your clit that had your eyeballs rolling towards the back of your head. “Eyes on me,” He demands at the realization that you had let them fall shut. “I want you to watch just how fucking filthy it can be…”

Watching was overwhelming.

It was the way his mouth was dripping with your essence as he stared back at you with that blatant cocky beam in his eyes of someone who simply knows they are giving it to you good.

Just another reminder of why Harry, and only Harry was the subject behind your wildest fantasies…

And fuck, lord knows you wouldn’t have the guts to deny that he owned you if he dared to ask who that pussy belonged to, even if you wanted to.

The suction was ungraciously sloppy from the wetness that you could not only feel and hear but also smell in the air, so active that you could practically taste it in your own tongue… And Harry was groaning as he lapped at it. Soft groans against your damp flesh that were downright dirty, just like the encouraging words he murmured anytime his tongue managed to steal a good moan from you. “Need you to cum baby. Need you to cum so that I can push my cock nice and deep inside of you... You still want that, right? Want me to fuck that pretty little cunt you until I’m all finished, don’t you?”

“Yes! Fuck, Harry… Yes, yes… that’s all I want…” Your upcoming orgasm had your legs attempting to fall shut, but Harry’s strong hands pushed them back apart, keeping you spread to the point where it almost hurt in the places where your limbs joined, but you’d admit that if one thing, the pain was only turning you on more.

“Oh my god, please keep going. Please, please…” You helplessly cry once Harry pushes his mouth on you harder and begins to ruthlessly tongue-fuck your softest spots. The noises are wet. Pure gushing wet to add to the moaning and groaning and desperate whining from you as your orgasm finally begins to unravel like an explosion of colorful fireworks you swear you can actually see if you press your eyes shut hard enough.

Harry carries on licking you through it, the strokes of his tongue knowingly growing slower and more yielding to avoid causing any uncomfortable sensitiveness. You find yourself lovingly combing his hair back as he does it, until he's looking at you with the cutest, droopiest eyes. You let out an audible satisfied sigh then, so he decides to pull away.

But not before displaying an array of kisses anywhere in between your lower stomach and your inner thighs… which you partly believe is to clean his face, but it doesn't make you appreciate the sweet gesture any less.

A smile never leaves Harry's face as he wiggles his way upwards your body until you are face to face again. You're holding onto his cheeks with both your hands, running your thumbs across his warmed skin. "Thank you, that was... so good." You whisper and he nods appreciatively, pushing his face down just so your lips met again.

The kiss is deep and urgent, allowing for you to the taste your own arousal, that is inevitably spreading from Harry’s tongue to yours. He rocks his hips further to skim against the spot where you’re still hot and fluttery, bringing your mind back to the heavy bulge you could feel brushing against the skin of your hip. “Do you want me to go grab a condom?” You ask a little coyly, words muffling together with the way you’re humming them. "I got some the other day, and brought them just in case..."

“Wait, I think…” Harry climbs a little up in the bed, tongue slightly peeking out as he reaches his arm to open the top bedside drawer. He fumbles his way around the drawer, letting out a little A-ha once his fingers reach one of the loose wrappers cluttered in the back.

He picks it out and pushes the drawer back closed, drawing a fit of giggles from you once he decides to start puckering your face and neck with kisses as he shimmies all the way down into his previous position.

Your heart is hammering anxiously in your chest as you watch him kneel on the bed in between your legs and tear apart the shiny wrapping with his teeth. As you lay still, with his figure hovering over you, that’s when a wave of apprehensiveness comes crashing down on you; making you feel like a bloody virgin all over again as you watch Harry blow a quick breath on the condom before moving to roll it over his member.

“Y/N?” His face glimmers at your fixed staring. “You’re still with me?” He asks with a gentle stroke to your knee. "If you want to stop, we can. We don't have to-"

"No." You cut him off, pushing yourself up into a sit up position and smearing your mouth sloppily on his. Your teeth clash a bit with the slope, but neither of you are bothered by it as you carry on devotedly kissing each-other as if your lives depended on it. Harry’s hands are snug to your lower back to keep you close, luring your closer and closer until you are practically sitting on his lap again.

It was nothing short of erotic, the way your head dipped back under his touch; back arched as he hungrily rubbed and sucked on both your breasts, until your hips were swaying against his lap in a silent plead for him. “Do you want to stay on top?” He questions once you climb impossibly closer, wrapping your arms around his neck for balance.

“Yes, I want to take care of you.” You reach down then, grabbing his length and positioning it at your entrance. Harry helps you some, by holding it in place as you try sinking down on him for the first time.

It did not go in right away.

Nor in the next couple of times you tried it. It wasn’t that surprising really. Harry was big, and this position was definitely not the most ideal for unfurling... But you wanted to be the one taking care of him, not only that but you knew this would make it extra nice and tight for him, and for reasons best known to you, you wanted to make an impression.

“Do you want me to help?” He asks deliberately, noticing your struggle.

“No, I don't want help, -- I can do it myself.” You stated obstinately, tone growing a little sour from exasperation as you carried on trying. You swore could cry angry tears if you granted yourself the chance to, but before you could, Harry was flipping you back down onto the mattress. Leaving you completely boggled, staring back at him with awkwardly bent limbs and a disgracefully pliable and pumping cunt.

“Always a stubborn little thing, aren’t you?” He teases as he crawls steadily on top of you. “We’d be here all day if I’d let you have things your way…” The boy quips knowingly, clamping his hands on your wrists and pining them right over your head. “And I would. I really would…" He brings one of his hands to his mouth, shamelessly spitting over his palm before he grips it down on himself. He groans as he slides his hand up and down his cock, mouthwateringly hard and dripping with precum. "But I have an aching prick baby... and it really, really can’t wait any longer.”

Your body is jumping beneath his, upwards in supplication for him to stop jerking himself and push his cock inside of you instead. You’re being persuasive, but he doesn’t bend to your pleading right away. He seems amused though, with the way his lip tilts up at the corner.

“Will you let me fuck you?” His question is bold and unswerving, but the look in his face that follows it is winsome enough to give you space for reckoning. Not that you needed any, because not a second goes by before you are whimpering a batch of toothsome yeses. “Do you trust me?” He adds, looking right into your eyes.

Your body stills some¸ emotions bubbling in your chest at the realization of just how much you do, and how much you do not want to be in this position with anyone but Harry ever again. It makes you wonder if he is feeling it too. The impassioned aura that was coming down over your body as you feel him aligning himself with the gap between your legs.

Hot and velvety and so bloody hard.

“Yes. Yes, I trust you…”

Harry’s mouth is on yours in a short breath, as his hips gently flex forward. The syrupy kiss you were sharing inevitably cracking into groans as his member dips his way inside the warm and slick tightness of your walls.

He takes his time easing himself into you, slowly drawing halfway out before he’s diving further in again, deeper and deeper with each subdued thrust. Before you know it, he’s staring at you, boyish and gratified smile adorning his features. “All set.” He hums, leaning down for a sweet little peck to the tip of your nose. “How does it feel, princess?”

You cutely scrunch it up at him before returning the gesture. “Feels good, just a bit... big.”

“But you like it, right?" He smirks boastfully in jest. "Being stuffed with me and all that...”

Your brows furrow disapprovingly. “You know what I really would like?" You ask, unnable to mask the giddiness you feel once he hums solemnly. "If you would just shut up and get with it before I cum from the anticipation alone.”

With a soft cackle, Harry’s reaching down and clasping his mouth onto yours with slow and provoking urge. “Don’t rush it." He solicits against your lips, before his tongue finds its way into your mouth and starts circling yours gingerly, like it was sweeter than the sweetest cherry wine. "Let me enjoy you for a little while... I promise I’ll be giving it to you hard and fast before you even know it.”

And shit, you really couldn’t say no to that now, could you?

So you resent on accepting whatever Harry gives you... and gripping at his skin roughly as he fills you up with slow and considerate lunges for a time.

You don’t think you've ever had sex this compelling before. And it’s not about the sex itself...

It’s the unexplainable connection you feel with Harry.

It makes no sense. You know it doesn’t, but everything in your body effortlessly blooms as soon as your bodies touch. Whether it is the mere presence of his hand on the small of your back while roaming around IKEA’s small spaces, or his nails branding your skin with how hard he is squeezing your thighs open.

To make things better, Harry’s eyes remain trained on your face the whole time his tongue and lips aren’t lavishing your mouth. Your fingers are buried in the strands of his hair, tugging harder at the roots with each passing moment of slow and sensual thrusts to your soppy hole.

You firmly believe he likes it though, with the way he tends to pick up the rhythm and growl against the transpiring skin of your neck the more you tighten the grip of your fist. “God, baby... You feel so good. Got such a perfect cunt.” Harry utters lowly, at a particularly pleasurable smack of his hips. “So soft and warm... And mine. It's all mine, isn't it? Just like my cock's all yours too.” He moans, and you can’t help but to join along, still nodding your head yes at the question.

He was all that you could feel. Every wheezy breath of his; every greedy mouth collision; every scratch of your nails up and down his back and ass to pull him closer. “You're warm too… and fuck, your dick… ‘s huge.” You groan, the comment surprisingly making his cheeks glow a little pink. “But you work it so well… make it feel so good.”

He's moving in and out of you with slow and deep rolls of his hips. The tip of his shaft nudging against that spot inside of you repeatedly and making your lips part in delight. “That’s all you baby… being such a good girl, taking me so well…”

It’s filthy. It’s so fucking filthy with Harry pining you over the mattress. Noises of skin slapping wetly mix with the ones the bed makes by rocking against the wall, causing outbursts of arousal to spread through your entire body, leaving it tingly everywhere.

There’s something so utterly romantic about it though.

Harry won’t take his eyes away from your face. They’re as beautifully oceanic and evocative as ever, only now they’re glazed with a warm and watery layer of arousal, one that you pray is reserved for your eyes only.

It's dangerously intimate like this. With the tips of your noses brushing together, hearts beating in a similar rushed pace and lungs partaking the same weighty breaths as both bodies move as one in the pursuit of mutual release.

And yes, the fit was tight... But it came tied to a pleasure so mighty, it left no room for wondering. Harry was going to give you that second ‘o’... and you were going to leave a mess all over his bedsheets, whether the burn came to down to ease or not.

“Please… don’t stop...” Your throat unwittingly buzzes. You hate how desperate you sound but you can’t stop yourself from asking for it. “I think I’m gonna cum again..."

“Yeah? You wanna cum? C’mon then, cum for me…” Harry’s visibly gritting his teeth from pleasure, hips falling against yours quicker and harder, and there’s a protruding vein pumping firmly on the side of his neck. “C’mon Y/N, gimme a good one... fuckin’ ruin me…”

You can tell he’s reaching the end of his rope… and luckily so are you.

“I’m going to, Harry. Fuck, please... cum in me.” You ramble into his mouth. You tried pushing your hips up to meet him halfway, but it was useless with the way Harry’s hands were keeping you steady against the mattress as he sloppily pounded into you, fast and hard like he promised he would. “Cum in me.” You begged. “Show me how much you really like my cunt…”

“Fuck, baby… I love it. I love it so much.” He practically purrs. Or maybe it’s the way your body is jittering in all places under him that’s making it sound like that. Your mind feels like TV static, your heart is hammering inside your ribcage and there is a loud buzzing in your ears.

Harry’s pace is strong… and messy. But fuck, it feels so good!

You can feel the pressure of his cock on the deepest parts of you. You can hear and feel the heavy breaths and pleasure cries he’s bearing in your ear. You can taste his skin and his sweat and his arousal like you were actually bathing in him.

And once he pushes his prick inside of you fully and rolls his hips upwards to push against your sensitive spot, you're a goner.

You crumble apart. Clawing on Harry’s back and pushing your mouth against his collar in attempts to muffle your loud moans as your tight walls clench and pulse around him. “Shit, you're squeezing me so good... there we go… ahh, shit... that’s it… keep coming on my cock…” He grunts against your temple as he carries on swaying his hips rashly against yours.

Inevitably, your ecstatic state pushes Harry to his own orgasm as well. -- Spurting ropes and ropes of sticky ooze inside the condom.

It’s warm.

So warm that you can feel it through the rubber. It makes you mewl softly into his neck as your bodies still rock against eachother, making the most of the last waves of pleasure still flaring through before your limbs start feeling too drowsy to move.

If Heaven is real, you think you've found your personal one.

As Harry lets his body fall atop of yours.

His heart is beating fast, making his chest convulse a little against the sweaty skin of your belly. His hair feels messy and damp once your fingers come down to push his long curls back, just so that you can craddle his face, that he’d let drop in the middle of your chest. Once you do, he looks up at you. “What?” You ask once you witness him breathe out the softest, happiest sigh you’d probably ever seen him make.

“It's... nothing.” He says before dragging himself upwards to steal another kiss from you. "You're pretty and I like to stare at you."

He rolls over to the side then, but his arms still come to wrap around you right away. You furl into Harry's chest easily, tangling your legs together as he adjusts the covers over you. “You kept your socks on.” He comments once he feels their softness scrape against his legs.

You pull him closer against your body, reveling on the way his undressed body fits so snug on yours. "So did you." Chapter XII taglist: @just-vm​ @gracexelizzabeth​ @stylescayoon @happydays​ @littlesoldierelleora @duh-dobrik (i hope i didn’t forget anyone. if i did please lmk, same if you wanna be added ;D)

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Metallic (18+)

-- Karl Heisenberg X OC (AFAB, She/They) --

Oh lord here we go- Ok, first off, y'all get a small paragraph beforehand, please forgive me. :'D I've... never posted smut THIS PUBLICLY before. This is admittedly incredibly nerve-wracking and I'm hella nervous because I feel like I write... 'conservatively'? You'll see what I mean. So... Please go easy on me for this one...? I'm great for sweet stuff and angst, but smut is a whole other beast despite NSFW being one of my favorite art forms when drawing. I mean, I've already made a few *spicy* art pieces for them, but just... Writing is difficult. I mean, I really hope you guys like it anyway!! But fair warning. THIS is new for me. QuQ I do have a few more smut pieces in the works, but this was the first one written.

So uh... on to the story, I guess...!

**Small reminder that I have a small 'Masterlist' for these!**

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*Warning?: Hella smut, lots of biting, choking and kisses, some blood from said biting, just rough sex in general? Normal, to rough, to fluff. not entirely sure what else to add?? :'D It's all consensual, no worries.

Summary: With some high tensions, a smart mouth, and some unfortunate forgetfulness, Emelia gets herself into a bit of... 'trouble' with the notorious Metal Man. But maybe this time she bit off a bit more than she could chew... Not that she really ends up minding.

A pair of footsteps echoed through the underground tunnels of the factory, almost mimicking the constant sounds of pickaxes being dug into the stone. The walking man looked around every once in a while, seemingly proud of whatever progress had been made.

"All is going well. Good, good." He said proudly, puffing on the cigar he held between his fingers. The woman next to him rolled her eye. The small lights of the tunnels glinted in the glasses he wore as he turned his head to glance at her. "Is there a problem?" He chuckled.

"If by 'well' you mean 'excruciatingly slow by dimwitted slaves', then yes."

"Would you like to join them then, Emmy?"

"Bloody hell, no. I'm still sore from lugging those damned carts around..." Emelia mumbled, reaching to rub behind her neck. The man next to her chuckled again, handing over his cigar. He stepped forward slightly as she took it, holding out his free arm.

"And yet you're still walking!" He chimed, looking back at her as she puffed on the cigar, herself. "We'll change that soon enough."

"I'm not working myself to death, Heisenberg." She huffed, picking up speed and shoving the cigar back into his face. "While factory productions are important to me too, perhaps learn the definition of a 'break', and not as in 'break my back'."

Karl took the cigar with amusement as she walked forward ahead, clearly heading back to the main building.

"First you tell me to work harder, then you say not at all." He mused, following closely. "Has it ever occurred to you that maybe I can do what I want?"

"And yet, what you want is what affects YOUR factory in the long run... Timing, Karl."

"You act as if you know more about MY factory than I do."

"And what do you know?"

"Everything."

"Good, then you know I'm heading upstairs to rest for a moment."

"I assumed so."

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The two wandered along the corridors to a hall with stairs leading to a metal door, sharing the cigar before she went forward and kicked the door open, snorting as she heard an irritated grunt behind her.

"If you break that, you're fixing it." He muttered, setting his hammer down to the side as he took the cigar from her. She snorted, tossing her own weapon to the side, watching it land on a pile of fabrics used for either covering machinery or covering herself when she slept, whichever happened to come first.

"You say that as if it would be difficult." She retorted, taking her hair out of the tie it was in and running her hand through it before stretching slightly as he walked past her to sit in a chair next to a desk in the room they were in. It was similar to a bedroom, but not quite. 'More like an office with a small bed' , she always said, occasionally taking residence on said 'bed' when she was tired. She felt Heisenbergs eyes on her as her muscles stretched and popped, and she let out a satisfied groan.

"It wouldn't be, but you'll have to make a new one from scratch." He said, arching a brow as he leaned back in the chair. She rolled her eye, moving to stretch her arms in front of her.

"Again, not hard." She shrugged, finally moving towards the desk he was next to. "Making a door takes less brains than you already have."

"Are you calling me an idiot?"

"I'm not calling you a genius."

She almost laughed as she saw him pause before taking a long drag on the cigar.

"I'm going to pretend I didn't just hear you say that." He sighed. She shrugged, leaning over the table and looking over the papers that had been laying on it.

"It's a joke, Heisenberg. I'll admit you're more intelligent than you let on." She said, moving the papers and other objects slightly while looking at them. She then paused as she held them, her eye going over the plans, x-rays, and sketches. "Did you leave out the other Soldat plans?"

"They're in with the cadou notes. I thought you would have seen them." He said simply, reaching for a manila folder on the corner of the table. He put the cigar in his mouth as he opened it and flipped through with a huff. "The new ones haven't been functioning properly, damn things... I'm thinking of rewiring the circuits to the brain.".

"Wouldn't that cause more damage than good?"

"Not if it's done properly." He chewed on the cigar for a moment before flipping over one of the papers. "The worst that could happen is the head exploding from the current. In that case-"

"Lycan food?" She suggested. He nodded in agreement.

"Lycan food. They're mostly useless to me otherwise..."

"As are most things..." she muttered, earning a glance. She looked back at him. "What? Am I wrong?"

"Not necessarily. Others do still have use."

"How?" She asked, turning to face him. "No head means no use."

He shrugged, tossing the folder back onto the table before leaning back in the chair.

"Replace certain muscle tissue and bones with pneumatic or hydraulic systems, whichever proves to be less of a pain in the ass that day, hot wire circuits to the remaining muscle structures, add an engine system into the chest with a strong battery..." he tilted his head slightly, almost as if he were picturing the plans in his head, thinking of more details as he went along. "They would quite literally be mindless, but a few shocks and currents would make them go just fine."

"Sounds a bit like you..." Emelia snorted, turning back to the table to organize the papers as he glared at her. "Shall I pick a few poor sods from the village to test this?"

"Or I could just use you..." he muttered.

"You wouldn't dare."

"Keep making your ass-backwards comments and see what happens." He shot back, finally pushing himself up to stand. "Yes, I'd like you to do that. Fresh bodies work best for the experiments. I'll send out the Lycans as well, given they don't tear them apart."

"That wouldn't matter anyway, Karl. You'll just stitch them back up like you always do."

"I could, couldn't I?" He started, taking a step closer to stand next to her with a sinister smile. "Or I could make YOU do it. You seem to have fun with tearing things apart and putting them back together-"

"I'm NOT sewing your bloody creations together." She interrupted. "I'll kill them and I'll tear them to shreds, or I'll assist with the inner workings of the mechanics. I don't sew."

"You'll learn."

"Like hell I will."

"I'll make you."

"Bullocks."

"Keep talking, Emelia." He dared, his voice lowering in a threatening manor. "I'm not in the mood."

"You were before we got here." She challenged. She only held her breath as he suddenly snuffed out the cigar on the table itself while his eyes seemed to stare directly through her.

"That's what happens when you keep insulting me, Emmy. I start to get angry. You know that."

She felt a chill down her spine at his voice. It was different from any other time she had aggravated him... It was as if she were in actual danger. His face was only inches away from hers, and he smirked once he noticed her hesitation.

"Scared, Emelia?"

She kept her eye on him, watching his movements carefully. No, No she wasn't in danger... Maybe.

"No." She replied, lifting her chin slightly as he arched a brow.

"Oh?"

"What is it you say to me...? I'm 'in a mood'...? Because I believe you're currently in one, yourself." She asked, finally moving forward and brushing past him in a nonchalant manor despite being somewhat stiff in her movements. "Drink some coffee and throw a few things around with that power of yours, you'll be fine."

She felt his eyes on her as she neared a cushioned chair against the wall.

"I'll throw YOU around..." He growled, taking amusement in her body slowing down as he spoke. He walked towards her as she turned to face him. "See how that pretty mouth works after your head goes through a wall."

"You forget I've stopped your hammer with my arm." She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest before smirking. "You smashing my head through a wall would be as effective as Sturm trying to hold something with his nubs."

"You don't seem to understand what I can do to you, Emelia."

"And you don't seem to understand the amount of fucks I don't give, Karl."

His arm twitched slightly, and she glanced over as metal pieces on the floor began to shake just slightly. She just hoped he wouldn't direct his power towards her...

"If you would like to play, I'll GLADLY entertain you."

She suddenly got in his face, a mischievous, antagonistic spark in the gold of her eye.

"Entertain me HOW? Throw me to the Lycans? The Varcolacs? Hell, let Urias get ahold of me, see what happens."

He bared his teeth in a snarl, though the corners of his mouth stayed in a malicious grin.

"I'll turn YOU into a goddamn Soldat, you'll be so full of metal you won't be able to FUNCTION without me-"

"I'm more afraid of your SISTER than I am you!"

Her smirk widened as she saw a sudden spark of anger in his face, his smile faltering.

"Don't you dare attempt to bring that bitch into this, I'll put my hammer straight into your skull-"

"TRY ME, THEN-" She started, only to give a yelping gasp in surprise as Heisenberg slammed her against the wall by her throat.

"Shut your damn hole!!!-" He snarled. His grip was tight, but he seemed to stop once he glanced at her open mouth. All of a sudden the air around them changed, and she stared at him with confusion in her one golden eye. "Oh, Emmy, you didn't tell me!" He said with a sudden cheerful tone, moving his hand from her throat to her jaw. He switched so quickly...

"Wh-" she began, only to stop as her jaw was yanked open. She was confused until she saw the reflection of her tongue piercing in his glasses.

Shit.

"Well well, I guess you've got some metal in you after all. I won't have to try as hard..." He chuckled, tilting his head as she stared at her own reflection. "What else are you hiding from me, Emmy?"

Her eye was wide in simultaneous fear and curiosity. She knew she couldn't have hidden the piercings forever, but certainly longer than this. She usually at least took the one out of her mouth when around him given how often they talked for this reason... But even then, he had never noticed it before. Why now?! She kicked herself for forgetting. She wanted to shove him away... Shove him and run. Would he chase her? He was most definitely trying to scare her, she knew that much... But she also wanted to know how far he would actually go if she did nothing. Would he rip them out if he found the others? Use them as control like he mentioned? Or would he leave her alone? Something told her the latter was out of the question as he showed growing interest in her silence.

"N-.... Nothing..." she managed, nudging her jaw out of his grip. "I just-"

"You're a liar, Emelia." He said, his grin growing wider. She gave a huff and shook her head.

"I am not, you ridiculous-"

She was stopped with a startled gasp as a gloved thumb was shoved between her jaws, nearly propping her mouth open.

"Now now, this'll go far easier if you do it my way. Now open up."

He lifted his other hand to his face, taking a finger of the glove between his teeth and sliding it off. The glove fell to the ground between them, and she watched as he reached for her face with his bare hand. She flinched slightly as his fingers pressed against her lower jaw, though admittedly relaxed as his thumb drifted over her bottom lip. The skin was expectantly rough, she found, calloused and covered in smaller scars. She closed her eye as it drifted over her sharp lower teeth before thrusting over her tongue, pushing it back and causing a small gaging reflex. It tasted... metallic... Metallic with hints of other things. Not quite metal, not quite blood... Maybe residual oil? Maybe a hint of the cigars. She couldn't tell exactly what it was, but the mixture wasn't bad... She really didn't mind much. She could almost feel the interested look on his face as she relaxed, though she attempted to hide it. Oh god, was she enjoying this...? She only flinched as he pressed his thumb against the muscle, pushing it out of her mouth somewhat to see the piercing fully.

"Let's see how much you're hiding from me, shall we?" He grinned.

There was a moment of confused silence before she felt his thumb press against the metal rod, her eye snapping open with a gasping yelp as what felt like electric sparks and currents traveled through that piercing, as well as the others.

All the others.

The sparks lasted only a second, but a second was all that was needed as her back arched slightly away from the wall. Heisenberg took a step back in surprise as Emelia suddenly collapsed to her knees, shaking and panting ever so slightly out of shock and... something else. She doubled over with a wide eye, an arm covering her chest and the other pressed against her abdomen and ever tightening thighs. What the hell WAS that...?! What the fuck did he do?!

"W-.... Wh-...." she tried, trying to voice her thoughts. But alas, despite the tingling feeling up her spine disappearing, she couldn't. She couldn't even move as she heard movement directly in front of her, the shock of the feeling only allowing her to look up as he grabbed her chin and lifted her face to meet his. She watched as he kneeled, only to look up and see the most smug grin she had ever seen.

"Liar liar, Emmy... You know how I hate liars." He chimed, adding to the smug aura he held. It pissed her off, but she couldn't do much about it now... She then grew nervous as he tilted his head, taking in her reaction fully as she stared at him with an ever-deepening red blush on her cheeks. "If I was more foolish, I'd say you enjoyed that."

"I-I... D-did NOT...!!" She snapped, stopping with a small squeak as he shoved his thumb back into her mouth to silence her.

He was met with another squealing whine as he pressed against the piercing once more, gleefully sending more currents through the metal pieces in her body. Emelia reached up to shakily grab his arm as the piercing was left alone once more, though the residual shock still remained. She wanted to say something... Say ANYTHING... but the feeling in her face, chest and thighs was so odd and... and good... It kept her silent, and Heisenberg took interest.

"Lycan got your tongue?" He joked, chuckling as she let out a growl. He found it amusing, of course. She only frowned as he tilted his head with the ever present smirk, his sharp teeth glinting in the dim light of the room. "You know, Emmy..." he started, yanking her forward by the jaw slightly as she kept her hold on his arm. "I can't help but wonder how it tastes."

She felt another shiver down her spine at the sickeningly curious tone in his voice. Taste... Taste?? She stared at him as he removed his thumb from her mouth, though nearly started to form words immediately in stupid curiosity. The answer came to her quickly, however, in the form of a hand around her neck, a mouth to hers, and being shoved against the wall once more. She made an almost strangled noise as her back hit the concrete, her mind attempting to play catch-up as she felt something being shoved into her mouth. More sparks traveled along the piercings as his tongue slid over hers, and she let out a whining growl in response.

The taste of metal and the slightest bit of sweetness filled her mouth, along with the taste of the cigar they had shared only minutes prior. But... Why did it taste so good? Why wasn't she fighting him? She found herself frozen for a few moments as the realization set in that she... truly enjoyed this. He couldn't have known, could he? There was no WAY he could have known... Oh god, what was wrong with her? She generally wanted to strangle the man, but now...

She allowed the frustration from earlier to bubble in her chest, giving her control of her limbs for a few moments. Heisenberg began to back off, thoroughly satisfied in her reactions and his 'taste test' before she suddenly grabbed the front of his jacket and yanked him back against her, giving a quiet grunt as her back was forced against the wall again with his weight. He was brought to his knees at the force of the tug, and it was her turn to feel satisfaction as a startled grunt left this throat.

Emelia returned the forceful kiss with all her strength, her back arching somewhat with the now consistent current from the piercings. Her legs shook slightly as she felt a warm feeling in her thighs from the current, unintentionally letting out quiet whimpers and heavy breaths into the kiss. His hand stayed pressed to her throat before he moved it to the side of her neck and shoved her head upwards with his thumb. He tore himself away to attack her neck immediately, licking along the skin before closing his jaws around it. She gasped as he moved along her neck, leaving bloody bites and bruises while using his free hand to nearly rip at her shirt. The fabric was pulled it from its tucked position, his grip tearing a few holes in the worn fabric as he held it taught away from her skin. She couldn't help it as her heavy breaths turned into pants, and she gripped his arm tighter as she felt the fabric continue to tear from a mixture of his grip and her squirming from the feeling between her legs. She shuddered as he finally pulled away from her now very bruised neck, his lips hovering right against her ear.

"Let me taste all of them, then." He growled, returning his hand to around her neck and squeezing along the bottom of her jaw.

Her squirming paused in his grip. 'Please, oh PLEASE-' she thought, secretly wishing to rip the shirt off, herself. But he couldn't know that... If he did, she knew he'd taunt her mercilessly. Not that he wasn't doing the same now... Instead she shook her head just slightly, trying to even out her breathing.

"W-Wait-" she started quietly, only to gasp once more as he finally tore the front of the shirt clean off from the seams. He tossed the fabric to the side as her back arched to meet the new air her front was exposed to, the newly revealed silver nipple piercings glinting as her body moved.

"Too late." He chuckled deeply, grabbing her by the side and bringing her chest forward as if he were claiming a prize.

He leaned down slightly, his arm wrapping around her as his mouth returned to her skin. He kissed and nipped to her shoulders and collarbone until his lips met the tip of the large scar that rested between her breasts. She swore she could almost see something flicker in his shade-covered eyes as he seemed to study it before nipping at it carefully. The nips were... oddly careful. It was as if he knew what it was... She managed to compose herself enough to speak, one of her hands moving to nudge his shoulder. She couldn't help but give a nervous gulp as he looked up at her, his eyes burning as if her touch had fueled the fire.

"N-... N-Not... um..." she tried, her voice oddly timid. She knew what was happening, though the idea made her nervous... "N-Not... here..."

"Hm?" He tilted his head slightly, loosening his grip on her neck. He then followed her gaze to the small 'bed' in the corner of the room- though it was more like a single mattress over a solid 'frame' with random odd pillows along the wall and multiple covers lumped on top. It was how she liked it.

"Th-There... uh..." she looked away for a moment, heavily aware her burning cheeks. "P-... P-Please..."

She could nearly feel his smile against her skin as he chuckled, though he didn't reply. It was then that she was suddenly picked up with a surprised yelp and tossed over his shoulder, her knees pressing against his sides to balance herself. She managed to hold on long enough before he walked to the 'bed', landing roughly onto it as she was tossed. She nearly scrambled to sit up until she looked up at him, watching him quickly close the space between them, removing his thick jacket and single remaining glove.

"Stay still, Emmy. The show is just getting started." He taunted, unbuttoning the long sleeve shirt he wore before kneeling onto the cushion and looming over her. She couldn't help as her vision traveled down what she could see of his chest, seeing similar scars along his skin.

She opened her mouth to speak, giving a quiet yelp as she was shoved into the sheets by her neck, her legs now situated around his waist. Her back arched as he leaned over, biting at her shoulder and collarbone once more before around one breast and onto the other. She gave a whining gasp as he reached the peak, his tongue swirling around the sensitive skin and the small bar of metal pierced through it, his teeth grazing the it ever so slightly. He used his other hand to trail along the scar on her chest and down to her pierced belly, his rough fingers caressing the skin until they pushed underneath the tied overalls. Her legs twitched as his fingers reached the piercing between them, feeling as it was surrounded by a moist warmth. He smirked.

"I knew it." He said, rubbing against the piercing and bundle of nerves with another jolt of electricity before removing his hand. She couldn't help the whine that left her throat as her hips bucked lightly from the feeling, and he chuckled. "Easy..." he muttered, returning the palm of his hand to her stomach and shoving her down.

He dug his fingers into the skin around the belly piercing as she glanced down, and she made another strangled noise as he sent another wide current through her piercings. Her back arched as he pressed harder to keep her down, though she was startled as he suddenly crushed his mouth against hers once more. The small currents pulsed in a slow rhythm as she returned the kiss, her legs shaking and tightening against his hips. She let out a soft cry against his lips as the pulses increased, her grip on his arm tightening and even pulling him closer as the waves of a small orgasm rushed through her in spasms. The feeling was strengthened with the addition of... something pressed to her thighs underneath their clothing. But the waves... The small spasms that affected the muscles of her back and legs... While it hadn't been something she had felt even when human, and while she knew what it was, all she knew was that it felt good. REALLY good...

She could have sworn up and down she hated the man at any point before this, but as he broke the kiss and pulled away to look at her, she couldn't help but feel... want? Desire? Whatever it was, she knew she didn't want it to stop at the moment, and that's all that mattered to her. She still didn't want to give in so easily... But god damn was this feeling hard to fight off.

"D-... D-Damn you..." she nearly whispered, her voice wavering slightly. She was met with an amused chuckle as he removed his glasses and lightly sent them to the table they had been at before.

"Just what I like to hear..." He taunted, removing his hand from her throat. "Tell me, Emmy... Do you want more? Feel free to say nothing if you do."

She stared at him as he gave another sly grin, opening her mouth as if to protest... But she couldn't. Instead, she remained silent, though gave an irritated, embarrassed huff as she glanced off to the side. Her lip curled into a silent snarl as he gave another chuckle.

"I thought as much." He replied, leaning up. His fingers were dragged along her skin as he moved, trailing along other scars that littered her skin.

She glanced down to follow his hands, watching as they trailed over her hips and around to her front where the knot in the tied mechanic suit she wore. With one quick movement it was untied and loosened, and she jumped as everything was suddenly pulled away and off of her hips, sliding down her thighs. She froze at the new rush of cool air surrounding the warmth between her thighs, and suddenly the entirety of the clothing was removed as he seamlessly pulled it away from her legs. Now she was completely bare in front of him... Exposed.

The desire to cover herself was overwhelming as she met his eyes, seeing the smugness and sense of possession he gave as he took in every visible inch of her skin. Her arms and legs twitched in an attempt to cover any vulnerable areas, but she suddenly found her arms pinned next to her head and his hips against the backs of her thighs to keep them open.

"Don't you dare." He grumbled, a smirk still on his face as he glanced down slightly before looking back up at her face. "I haven't tasted everything yet."

"Wh-..." she tried, her legs twitching again.

She was met with another kiss as he leaned down, though it didn't last long. She let out quiet pants as his lips and teeth moved along her jaw to her neck, leaving more bites and bruises among the ones that already stained the skin. Her arms twitched as he reached her breasts again, hit tongue repeating the same actions as before on both piercings before finally returning to the large scar running down her sternum. He planted light kisses and nips along it, earning her confusion as he continuously moved lower. She watched as he nipped along the skin of her stomach, the corner of her mouth twitching as he seemingly, almost playfully, gently bit the piercing in her belly and glanced up at her. She rolled her eye for a moment before he sent another current through the metals, and she let out a soft whimper. It wasn't until he let go and moved to kiss and bite around her hips and thighs that she realized, her head shooting up with slight panic as she felt his lips against the inside of her thigh.

"H-Hey-"

"Quiet Emmy." He purred, the tone of his voice making her freeze. She watched as he kissed the inside of her thigh once more, her head landing back against the cushion with a shuddering gasp as he bit along the sensitive skin. Her hand flew over her mouth as he moved closer to her core, whimpering as she felt his tongue gliding along the skin.

"K-Karl, wait-" she whimpered through her fingers, only to take in a sharp, gasping breath as she finally felt his tongue against her, moving slowly as if savoring her reactions.

She tried closing her legs, though found it nearly impossible due to his hands forcing them to stay where they were. She could almost feel the bruises form where his fingers pressed against the skin, though that feeling was second in her mind compared to the pleasured sparks up her spine with each movement of his tongue. She couldn't help as her hand left the sheets, finding its way to his head as he played with the small piercing through the bundle of nerves, sending small electric pulses through her body once more. She felt the vibration as he chuckled against her, gripping his hair with small gasps and whimpers as his tongue delved into the warmth. Her back arched slightly with each movement, her thighs shaking from the new sensations. Why did it feel so good...?! She let out a long whine as the electric pulses continued, eventually biting down on her hand as to attempt to prevent any further noises. She could feel the tightness return as his teeth grazed against the piercing, and suddenly her hand was gripping his hair in a fist as she came again, a multitude of muffled whines and mutterings of his name escaping her mouth while her back arched. She barely heard the grunt he gave as he was pressed against her, not even realizing as he was able to pull himself away.

She flinched as Heisenberg reached up to grab her wrist, her body shaking slightly as he managed to nudge her hand away. He ran a hand through his hair to smooth it out, rising to loom over her once more as he licked his lips. Where the actual FUCK did he learn that?!

"That hurt, Emmy." He purred, keeping his grip on her wrist as she finally looked at him. Her face was red as she panted, her legs trembling as they rested against his hips once more. "Good girl."

He smirked as she stared up at him, his tongue swiping over his teeth before he leaned over and yanked her other wrist from her mouth, pinning both of them to the cushion beside her head. Her breath caught in her throat at the sudden movement, her eye widening as it met his. There was a moment of silence as they held a stare down, only ending as he shifted her wrists into one hand and used the other to undo the belt and button of his own pants in one swift motion. It took her a moment to register the movement, keeping eye contact once the full realization of just how far- and how fast- this was about to go hit her. She squirmed slightly in his grip as she glanced down, nearly breaking said grip, only to get caught in yet another rough kiss as she felt something warm press against her thighs. She could taste herself on his tongue, and somehow it made her arousal worse...

She let out a whining groan as she was rubbed against, her back arching once more at the new feeling, only to give a surprised and somewhat pained cry against his lips as she felt him enter her quickly and fully with a grunt. She gasped into the kiss as he returned his hand to her neck, her back arching into his chest and her thighs once again tightening around his waist. More of the pleasurable feeling shot up her spine as he moved a few times, pressing against her roughly as she gave small whimpers and whines. It felt... good... so good. Why did it feel good? Why did all of this just feel GOOD? What the hell was she missing from her old life that didn't include THIS?? She couldn't help the small moan she gave as the kiss was broken, and he shoved his hips against hers. He tightened his fingers around the sides of her neck with a sly smirk as he stayed where he was. Although the glint in his eyes may have looked malicious, his actions proved otherwise as he allowed her a few seconds to relax.

"Am I being too rough with you, Emmy?" He asked, his smirk widening into a grin as she mindlessly shook her head, though it was more like a few twitches.

"N-... No... N-Not rough enough..." she growled with a challenging tone, though her voice was still light. She was met with a dangerous chuckle.

"Good."

Emelia glared up at him with a somewhat clouded eye, her breaths coming in light pants that turned into gasps and moans as his movements continued, growing faster and harder with each passing second. She struggled to keep her voice down despite the feeling of each thrust sending sparks into her chest. The sounds of his low grunts and deep breathing weren't helping, she found, and it made it much more difficult to control her own pleasured noises. She was then aware of a low laugh from him.

"Ah... I didn't think... you could sound like THIS, Emmy...~" He purred, his grip on her neck tightening. She opened her mouth, nearly flinching as she let out more soft moans.

"S-... S-Shut...." she tried, though was unable to finish any thought with her gasps and whines.

Her arms struggled in his grip, shaking with each thrust, only to suddenly be freed as he let go in order to take ahold one of her hips. She mindlessly reached for him almost immediately, gripping the edge of his shirt with one hand and grabbing the necklaces around his neck with the other in order to yank him down. She was rewarded with another rough kiss, her head being jerked up as he kept a hand around her throat. She let go of the necklaces, instead reaching under his shirt, her fingers trailing over his own scars until her nails dug into his back. There was an internal satisfaction as she heard Heisenberg give a surprised grunt, only to give a yelping cry as he suddenly pulled away to replace his hand around her neck with his teeth.

Small sparks of pain made their way through her shoulder as his teeth broke the skin, though they seemed to amplify the feeling as the thrusts became rough and quick. She finally reached her other hand around and under the shirt he wore, her nails dragging down the skin of his back as her moans and whines grew louder.

"F-... FuCK...! K-Karl...!!" She said suddenly, her voice cracking somewhat as she was met with a possessive growl and the slight smell of fresh blood as he let go of her neck. She couldn't help but gasp as she felt his cheek against hers, his beard scratching against her skin as his lips nearly against her ear.

"You're MINE, Emelia..." He growled.

Emelia felt as more pulsing currents were sent through her piercings, and she couldn't help but cry out as the pulses caught her by surprise. Her muscles tensed, her nails tearing at Heisenbergs back as she felt the waves of a strong orgasm, making her body shake and her legs flex around his waist. Her thighs tightened at his hips, halting him enough to keep him where he was as she came, but not long enough to stop him entirely. He let out a low growl as he kept up his movements until he slammed against her hard enough to move her up a few inches. She gave a gasping moan as could feel his muscles shudder and a strange warmth in the pit of her stomach as he filled her, and her back arched against his chest as she nearly hugged him to her for dear life.

There was small silence as their movement ceased, each breathing heavily. Emelia held onto the man over her as if it meant life or death, momentarily forgetting her irritation around him in the first place as there was a sudden feel of lips along her neck in a multitude of small kisses. They were gentle against her bruised skin... The odd tickle of the facial hair made the corner of her mouth twitch as she panted, unintentionally laying her head to the side for him as she very slowly but surely relaxed. Her irritation only slightly returned as she heard a chuckle from her neck, and she glanced down.

"Th' bloody hell is so funny...?" She muttered, unable to keep the lightness from her voice. She watched as he looked up from her neck, a sly smile across his still bloody lips.

"You're adorable, Emmy." He said simply, making her groan and start to push him away.

"Piss off...!!" She growled, only to gasp as he suddenly leaned over her with a chuckle, nearly being pushed into the mattress again as he finally slipped off the button-up shirt.

"Precious little doll, you didn't seem to hear what I said."

'Doll' ...? Emelia stared at him, now also shirtless, taking in the rest of the scars she had never seen. She could feel her face heat up more as he leaned over her, holding himself up with his hands on either side of her shoulders.

"Wha-" she started, only to let out a gasping yelp as he gave a single hard thrust to silence her.

"I told you, Emelia. You're mine. In more ways than one, it seems." He nearly purred, leaning down to press his nose to hers.

Her single eye widened as he grinned, only to be met with a quick, relatively gentle kiss. It took a moment for her to calm down before she returned it, staying where she was and secretly holding herself to that proclamation. She didn't want to admit it... She never would. But somehow, despite how he could be, this made her feel... wanted. It was an odd feeling, and one she knew she would be hesitant on getting used to. But she still hated him... Right?

She gave a soft whine as he pulled away, physically removing himself from her with a shuddering breath. She let out a whimper as she relaxed back against the covers, feeling an odd coldness and even a slight sense of loneliness as his weight left the mattress. She opened her eye with confusion and watched as his pants were fixed before her vision trailed up his back to see the bloody scratches she had left.

"Whoops..." she muttered, earning a chuckle and a glance back.

"I'll let you relax for now, Emmy. I don't wanna break you just yet..." He joked, nodding to the shirt he had left. "Use that for now, we'll get you another shirt later."

She couldn't help but smirk, her face red.

"Done already...?" She asked, her smirk faltering heavily as he glanced back with an odd mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Never said I was, Doll. This is for your sake."

Emelia watched as he began to walk to the jacket he had left, but she felt... sad. Not because he had stopped. Not even because she almost wished they would keep going immediately... No, it was another reason she couldn't quite place with every step away he took. She carefully pushed herself to sit up, wincing at the tenderness that settled between her legs before reaching for her discarded jumpsuit. But she only grabbed the simple boxers she had, managing to slip them on with minimal issue. She saw him slow his movements as she managed to stand, her knees just the slightest bit weak. Holding on to a support beam on the wall, she shakily made her way over to him as he glanced at her with an odd curiosity. She didn't care if she was entirely naked save for underwear, simply covering her chest with her arm as she reached for him. She stumbled into his back, feeling his muscles tense as her arms slowly wrapped around his torso, her fingers lightly drifting along the hair and scars on his chest.

"Don't you dare leave me like this, Heisenberg..." she muttered, pressing the scarred half of her face against his back. She knew he could feel her trembling as her legs threatened to collapse on her.

There was a moment of silence before she heard and felt him chuckle.

"You really are an odd one, Emmy..." He chuckled, turning his head to glance at her over his shoulder before giving a dramatic sigh. "Have it your way, then."

Emelia jumped as he suddenly turned in her arms, her cheeks going red as his face was suddenly mere inches away from hers. What was she DOING? Why she acting this way? She didn't know... But she was pleasantly stunned as she felt his hand raise and nudge her chin gently. However, instead of it going around her neck again as she expected, he simply caressed her cheek, avoiding the scars around her missing eye; Even he knew she hated them being touched, and now didn't seem like the best time to annoy her. In fact, he almost enjoyed her more when she was calm like this... She couldn't help but feel relaxed as the rough pad of his thumb brushed over her skin. Relaxed enough to settle her cheek into his hand fully, ever so slightly trying to remind herself that this wasn't who he was all the time. This was temporary... But she could do temporary.

"... Don't tell anyone..." She muttered suddenly, keeping her hold on him as he leaned back against the shelving next to them to stay comfy. He chuckled once more.

"Who do I have to tell, Emmy?" He chimed. She stared at him for a moment before shrugging, laying her head against his chest.

It was a moment of domesticity that she vaguely remembered wanting as human... Something about someone being close physically always seemed tantalizing, yet there was no way to achieve it here... Or so she thought. If she could just have more time like this... Though she knew it wasn't meant to last, especially not with him... But for now, she appreciated it. It wasn't until her senses focused on the machinery noises outside of the room that she gave a sigh, reluctantly pulling away from him.

"I should get back to work, then..." she mumbled, taking a few steps away, her fingers dragging along his chest before she turned, not seeing Heisenbergs face as he watched her walk away and run a hand through her hair to push it out of her face.

She made her way over back to the bed-like cushion, absent-mindedly picking the button-up shirt he had been wearing and slipping it on, herself. She'd take it since he offered, and because she didn't necessarily feel like hunting down new clothing. It was only slightly loose over her frame, being only slightly smaller than him in stature, and she felt his eyes burrow into her back as she buttoned it up. Quiet footsteps approached her from behind, causing her to jump with a small gasp as arms surrounded her while the shirt was only halfway buttoned. Heisenberg pulled her back against his chest, one hand on her hip and the other around the front of her waist.

"What are you-" she started, only to stop as the arm around her waist raised to nudge the collar of the shirt off her shoulder, placing gentle bites and kisses along the skin as soon as it was shown. Small shivers went up her spine with the movements, and she let out a wavering breath in attempts to not laugh from the tickling of his beard. "K-Karl, stop-"

"I never told you to get back to work..." He said simply, his now semi-serious tone interrupting he train of thought and causing any hint of laughter to disappear. He trailed kisses and bites to her jaw and her ear once more. "Indulge me then, Emmy, and I'll let you go. Let me have my fill."

Her face fell slightly. His fill... Did he mean...?

"W-What, be your toy until you're done?" She huffed, turning her head slightly to face him. Though he was on her blind side, she could almost feel the grin.

"Well, when you put it that way..." he started, letting his hands wander. One trailed under the shirt slightly, his fingers drifting below her belly, while the other found and gave a gentle squeeze to a now exposed breast from the shirt being moved before resting over the large scar. "Yes. But don't worry. I take care of my toys... I said I wouldn't break you so soon. And besides..." he pressed another gentle kiss behind her ear, "You seem like you want more. Am I wrong?"

Emelia took a shaky breath as she felt the odd sensations once more, reaching to hold onto his forearms as his hands moved. Well, of COURSE he was right... She knew there wasn't much else she would have to do around the factory today anyway. She worked constantly, and the factory ran relatively smoothly without her. She even came here for a break, anyway... And, despite her feelings about him, what the man had just shown her was... Well, her legs still held a slight wobble. To say she wanted more was an understatement. And so, she have a small huff and looked forward, tilting her head to allow him at her neck.

"... Go ahead..." she muttered, her voice an embarrassed tone. She felt his grin against her neck taking a breath as he gave a small, rough bite.

"You won't regret it, Emmy."

She gave a small, joking snort.

"I'll believe you if you can prove it, Karl..."

"Oh, even after what I've just shown you?" He played, his lips pressing to her neck once more. She said nothing, only somewhat easing against his chest with a huff. She rolled her eye as he chuckled, though her breath caught in her chest as his hand left the scar, letting his fingers trail up and along her throat. "I didn't think I would have to prove anything."

"You never do..." she muttered suddenly, only to close her mouth as she felt him freeze behind her. Where the hell did that come from...??

"Oh?"

She was silent for a moment before clearing her throat.

"Th-That, ah..." she started, only stopping as he grabbed her throat and pulled her to him roughly.

"What?" He growled, ever so slightly moving them forward. She took shaky steps, following his direction.

"N-Not... what I... mean..." she finally managed, glancing down with a quick breath as she felt the edge of the work table against the front of her thighs.

"Hm. What did you mean then, Emmy?"

"I..." she tried, though was unable to find her voice. What was this rush of excitement...?? The tone of his voice sent chills down her spine as he nibbled at her shoulder while awaiting a response. She then decided to just speak. What could go wrong?

"I-I mean...." she managed, gaining a smirk and holding onto his arm. She could feel as he tilted his head in curiosity. "You haven't quite done so thus far, how am I to believe you could...?" she continued, feeling his grip tighten. Good. She pulled away from him slightly to aggravate him. "You always need to prove yourself Karl, you won't get far without it-"

She was stopped with a surprised grunt as she was suddenly shoved down against the table, giving a surprised grunt of pain as her chin hitting it with a light *thunk* . He kept his hand between her shoulders, using his weight to keep her down as she moved to rub her jaw. Her hand was then suddenly yanked away as he twisted her arm behind her back, earning an uncomfortable grunt.

"Bloody hell- H-hey-!"

"I don't give proof, huh?" He growled suddenly, leaning down over her to talk into her ear. "I assure you, Emelia, I have all the proof you need."

She opened her mouth to speak, only to shut it with a surprised noise as he suddenly bit down on her neck and yanked her towards him. The backs of her thighs hit his hips, and she let out a small, surprised whimper. He slipped his fingers under the waistline of her underwear with his free hand, taunting her by slowly dragging them down. There was a sudden spark at her piercings once more while her lower half squirmed, and she couldn't help but give a small, moaning whine as she felt the sparks increase. Waves of pleasure traveled up her spine, causing her back to arch into the table somewhat and nearly bite her bottom lip until it bled. Small goosebumps covered her skin as she felt her underwear finally fall to her ankles. It wasn't until she felt him adjust himself behind her that she attempted to look to the side, only to be met with a growl and his teeth digging into the skin more.

She could smell the blood as it began to seep from between her skin and his teeth... It made her head swim as she finally felt him rub against her roughly, the small sparks of pain from his teeth adding to the odd pleasure she was feeling. He removed his teeth from her neck for a moment to speak into her ear, sending more shivers down her spine.

"I've got your 'proof' right here." He purred, his smirk nearly audible. He shoved her down again once more. "HERE!!"

He gave a rough thrust forward as he spoke, filling her quickly once again and earning a yelping moan; but this time, he didn't stop. A mixture of pain and pleasure racked her body as he kept up the rough thrusts, simultaneously twisting her arm more behind her back to hold her there. She couldn't stop the now loud moans and whines she gave as she panted, nearly digging her nails into the metal table supporting her. She could feel the pulses of her muscles threatening to tighten and mutate as she was slammed into nearly mercilessly, her fingers creating small dents in the material as she forced her mutation back once she felt a familiar flutter in her chest. He seemed to notice, letting out a low chuckle through his own grunts and growls.

It wasn't long before she felt the sudden waves of an orgasm, making her give a loud cry as she shifted under him, pressing back against him for a moment. She reached forward quickly and gripped the edge of the table, easily denting and nearly crushing it in her grip with light cries as he continued his thrusts through the tightening spasms. Her body shook while he didn't slow down. Instead, he increased his movements, and she almost felt tears come to her eye with the overwhelming sensation.

Her other arm was suddenly freed as he moved to grip both of her hips, leaning down to bite at her shoulder once more with low grunts and growls. He kept going... Oh god, he kept going. She couldn't speak, the only noises leaving her throat being whines and cries. She couldn't help but lean into his jaw, almost begging him for more despite the overstimulation. Her neck was bitten multiple times as if she were being marked, each bite breaking the skin with ease. Beads of blood slowly dripped from the wounds and over her skin every time he let go, only to feel his teeth elsewhere. She felt tightness below her belly once more as she let out a wavering cry of his name, only to be met with slower thrusts and a growl at her ear.

"What do you want, Emelia?" He growled, his voice low and strained. She couldn't help but squirm and push back against him with whining whimpers as he slowed more, quickly becoming frustrated and seemingly desperate. No... No, why was he stopping... Why was he slowing down?!

"N-.. N-No...!! D-Don't- fuck- D-Don't slow-...!!" She managed, earning a dangerous chuckle.

"Tell me Emelia, or I swear to God I'll stop right NOW." He played. She could hear the smirk in his voice as he spoke. She knew this was amusing to him... It was payback for her insults. Her body shook out of desperation and anger as the thrusts slowed considerably, and she put her forehead against the table with a growling whine. He held her hips in place against the table to prevent her from moving against him. She couldn't take it anymore... She wouldn't even try to fight it. It was as if she were being denied a prize, and she hated it already.

"F-Fuck- I-" she started, barely able to get words out, "Y-YOU Heisenberg, you bloody idiot!!! I want YOU!!!" She finally yelled, her voice cracking somewhat. "J-Just... D-Don't... Don't FUCKING stop!!! Fuck- PLEASE!!"

She could almost feel the pride-filled smirk he gave in knowing he had won, but she didn’t care... Her little outburst gave her slight confidence as he chuckled, his last breath coming as a low growl.. She jumped as she suddenly felt an arm around her waist, roughly pulling her back towards him as his other hand reached to pin and hold hers as if keeping her in place. A wavering whine left her lips as he gave a possessive growl, looming over her with obvious intent.

"Good girl." He grumbled, only giving her a chance to inhale before returning to the powerful, near brutal thrusts from before, pulling her to him with each movement.

She didn't even attempt to hide her voice again, her cries and moans growing louder with each passing second. She almost didn't want the feeling to end, allowing herself to melt into him as her back arched into his chest.

"D-Don't... D-Don't stop... F-FUCK- Don't stop...!!!" She repeated, her voice wavering with uneven pants and gasps.

"You. Are. MINE." He suddenly growled in her ear, not letting her respond before biting into her shoulder once more.

More electric pulses were sent through her piercings, nearly making her scream while gripping the hand over hers. The orgasm she felt then was strong, traveling through her body in waves and overstimulation as the pulses continued. The feeling was amplified as he kept moving for a few seconds, finally pressing her roughly against the table with a loud, wavering growl and swear as he came as well. She let out another gasping moan as she felt him twitch inside of her, shuddering with the light warmth she felt at the pit of her stomach.

The room was filled with the sound of their panting and deep breaths as their rode their highs, and Emelia finally relaxed against the table with a shaky, satisfied sigh while still panting. She felt... good. Great, actually... Very sore now, as well as numb, but good nonetheless. It was as if any frustration she felt had melted away with the thin layer of sweat on her body. She gave a quiet whimper as she felt Heisenberg shift somewhat. He removed his jaws from her shoulder, nudging her head and pressing his cheek against hers as his grip on her loosened to allow her to relax more.

"Are you alright, Emmy?" He asked quietly, his voice low and catching her off guard enough to flinch. She only made a small, confused noise as she glanced over. He chuckled, catching a glimpse of the residual pleasured tears that stained her cheek. He reached over, dragging his thumb over her skin to wipe them away. "Is that a yes?"

She kept her eye on him for a moment before giving a small nod and setting her head back on the table. She attempted to shift, but found her body was... unable to move. The numbness had begun to turn into the feeling of being a puddle, she found. Her muscles shook as she tried to push herself up, and she almost collapsed under him. He nearly laughed while kept his grip on her waist, keeping her upright while he watched in interest.

"Would you like some help?"

"N... N-No, I..." she tried, her voice quiet. There was silence for a moment before she gave a shaky sigh, putting her head down once more in defeat. "... y-yes..."

"I thought so." He chuckled, finally pulling himself away with a quiet grunt. She could hear the amusement in his voice. "Alright. Keep steady, now."

Emelia glanced back as he partially adjusted himself, not bothering to fully fix his pants before he let go of her waist. A small panic entered her chest as her legs began to collapse under her, barely able to use the table to keep herself up before she felt him at her side. Her body shook as she tried to lean up once more, reaching to hold on to Heisenbergs arm as he draped it across her shoulders. He didn't even flinch as she leaned her full weight on him, and he chuckled.

"Come on, then." He said, suddenly leaning down once she was fully off the table. She let out a surprised yelp as he swept his other arm behind her knees, bringing her up into a cradling position against his chest as she held onto him tightly. She tightened her grip more as he started to walk, her face red. "Something wrong?" He asked, amusement thick in his voice. She watched his movements, only somewhat relaxing as they neared the bed.

"N-No..." she replied quietly, slowly easing herself in a sitting position the tattered covers as he set her down, wincing again at the soreness she felt. While the fabrics weren't always the best for relaxing, right now they were comforting, and a godsend for her shaking muscles. She then jumped as he sat down himself before he laid beside her with a huff. She stared at him for a moment as he held his arm out for her. What was he doing...?

"Well?" He asked expectantly, raising a brow as she looked confused.

"... what?"

He rolled his eyes.

"You're wearing my shirt Emmy, the least you could do is lay down."

"What-" she started, only to look down. "O-Oh... um..." She had admittedly forgotten what she had been wearing, and sheepishly pulled the shirt over her now throbbing shoulders and neck. She then adjusted herself on the mattress with a quiet grunt. "Ok..."

"NOW you're embarrassed??" He asked, nudging her arm slightly. "Should I describe, in detail, what I just did to you?"

She glared at him and gave a small huff as she managed to lay down.

"Shut up..." she mumbled, somewhat begrudgingly cuddling onto his chest as he smirked.

"It was an honest question."

Emelia only grumbled in response, though relaxed as she felt his arm go around her. She adjusted her head on his chest, pausing as she felt a heartbeat. It was slow and rhythmic, lulling her into a relaxed breathing pattern. He glanced at her as her arm wrapped over his chest as well, though he froze as she mindlessly began to trace over some of the smaller scars over his skin. She watched her own fingers move, an amused smile creeping on her face as she felt him tense and relax at her touch. She tilted her head slightly as she heard a light grumbling from his chest, her fingers pausing. He shifted under her, and she looked up to meet his eyes.

"What...?" She asked, resuming the movements. She watched as his eyes traveled between her and her fingers multiple times, his breathing easy with small grumbles in each inhale.

"Nothing." He replied simply, only to lift his chin slightly in confusion as she moved her hand to the scar across his neck. She felt his breath hitch as she traced it, and he looked at her again. "What are you doing, Emmy?"

"Nothing." She copied, almost laughing as he rolled his eyes.

"Don't get soft on me now Emelia, just earlier you were threatening me." He snorted.

"I still can if you would rather that."

"Hm. No, I'd rather fuck you again."

She went silent for a moment, her face heating up once more with embarrassment. "You said you wouldn't break me." She huffed.

Heisenberg gave a chuckle before turning to face her, gaining a smirk when she looked at him in surprise.

"I won't. I can't, actually." He said matter-of-factly, suddenly pushing her shoulder to have her lay on her back. She jumped, staring up at him in a stunned silence. "That doesn't mean I can't try. I haven't had that much fun in years, and I know you're durable. So am I."

"I-I can tell..." Emelia managed, clearing her throat slightly. Well, she knew he had a point... Despite being sore, she still felt oddly energized... Sure, the light exhaustion was there, but she knew she would have gone back to work immediately if she were physically able to. And she had to admit... She enjoyed this. It felt... normal. Almost.

She kept her eye on him for a moment before taking a breath. Was she really debating on this? The reality of the current situation hit her full force like Sturm on a rampage. She was silent for another moment before gulping slightly.

"What... What is... 'this' , exactly...?" she asked, her voice quiet. Karl drew back slightly, caught off guard by the question.

"Excuse me...??"

"I... You... You piss me off, Heisenberg..." she started, her arms resting at the sides of her head. Each movement of her shoulders resulted in a dull pain from his teeth, and his mouth twitched as he realized. She paused as she saw the smallest... tiniest twinge of regret in his eyes. But she shook her head, looking down at herself.

"I don't... I've been here for... only a short time compared to you, Karl... And now I... We do... THIS..." she continued, looking back up at him as he held his place over her. "What are we doing...?"

It was his turn to stay silent, obviously contemplating his answer. She had seen the same look on his face when discussing important factory matters... It almost made her feel better.

"What do you want from it?" He asked finally, tilting his head with a light shrug. She blinked.

"... What?"

He rolled his eyes, giving a small smirk.

"Ah, who's asking the hard questions now?" He played, chuckling as she glared at him. "I don't quite care what this leads to, I know what my goals are." He explained. "What are yours? What do YOU want out of it?"

"I..." she started, looking to the side. "... I don't know."

"Then don't worry about it!"

"But I-"

"Look, Emelia. If you can't figure it out, then focus on something else. Is it really worth wasting the energy if you don't know right away?" He asked.

She was silent. He... He was right.

"That... That's the most intelligent thing I've ever heard you say."

She nearly laughed at his insulted expression.

"Hey-"

"I'm joking, Metalhead..." She sighed with a small smile. There was silence for a moment before she finally gave a huff. "Just... For now just..."

"Come on, we don't have all day." Heisenberg joked, smirking as she glared at him.

"... Shut up you daft idiot." She growled finally, reaching to yank him down by his necklaces.

The movement startled him, but he seemed to know exactly what to do as his lips met hers with a light chuckle. The kiss was... gentle, oddly enough, but she relaxed once more under him. Light shivers traveled up her spine as she felt his fingers travel along her skin. The shirt was fully unbuttoned once again and nudged to her sides, and she took a deep breath as she felt the air on her chest. She only whined as her legs were moved, making him pause. There was a soreness between them from his roughness beforehand, sending small waves of a low, pulsing pain through her body. He gave a questioning hum against her lips, and she spoke against his.

"Sore..." she admitted quietly, feeling his amused smile.

"Good." He replied simply, adjusting himself and his pants to rest between her thighs. Emelia let out a quiet whimper as she was rubbed against, her legs shaking against his hips and her arms reaching out to his onto and wrap around his shoulders.

The dull throbbing sensation continued as he pushed into her once more, earning a somewhat pained whine as her back arched. It hurt... But the feeling lessened to a light sting after a few seconds, and she took lighter breaths. She couldn't help but wonder as he stayed still, his words and question playing in her mind as he returned to his position of leaning on his forearms over her. What DID she want from this...? Did she truly wish for any sort of stability from this? Or just survival? Maybe this was the first and last time she'd experience this, or maybe it would be regular. Did she WANT it to be regular, though? She didn't know... All she knew was that his touch swung wildly between rough and gentle every time he touched her, even before this. He always switched between harsher interactions and kind ones, making her angry and thankful at the same time. And yet, when he touched her NOW... Even while over the table, it was almost careful, hesitant to push her too far even while leaving bruises in her skin. Somehow, while sharing this intimacy, he was a perfect mix of the two. And somehow, it calmed her and even gave a small hope in the back of her mind.

Her thoughts stopped, letting out a breathy moan into the kiss as he started moving, this time at a slow pace. This time she kept her arms around him, hugging him close enough for their bare chests to press against each other. Her breaths and moans came from a different sort of pleasure, almost willing to believe that sharing this with him would allow some sort of normalcy. Her nails dug into his shoulders as he set a careful, hard rhythm, one of his arms moving down to press his hand against her stomach.

A single second passed before Heisenberg sent a low pulse of electricity through her body and piercings, causing her back to arch as she pulled away from the kiss with a gasping whine. She felt as he lowered his head with a low groan, starting to kiss and nibble along her jaw. Her nails dug into his back as his movements increased somewhat, creating more scratches to match the ones he already had. Her voice came out in quiet whines and moans into his ear as she clung to him. Sure this was making the soreness worse, but she almost couldn't tell between the low pulses and thrusts coming from the man. Her body shook while simultaneously encouraging more. She WANTED more... She already admitted as much to herself. Another whine escaped her lips as he nibbled just below her ear.

"Fuck, Emmy...~" he nearly purred into her ear, lifting her hips slightly and switching to smaller quick thrusts.

"K-... K-Karl-! F-FUCK-" she managed, her voice breaking somewhat as she allowed her legs to loosen at his sides to bring him closer. She whimpered as he suddenly leaned up, her nails digging and sliding down to his biceps before gripping them as she felt a familiar tightness below her belly; he could feel it, too.

Emelia suddenly held her breath in a surprised, wavering gasp as he slid his hand up her body from the belly piercing, his fingers dragging along the large scar on her chest before lingering and pressing against the sides of her neck. Her whines and moans continued, even as his hand moved higher to her jaw. She then jumped as his thumb pushed past her parted lips, resting on her tongue. She attempted to look up at him, but found it difficult to even keep her eye open... Heisenberg gave a low chuckle at the sight, pushing on her jaw slightly. He didn't even have to say a word as her mouth nearly closed around his thumb. Her whines and whimpers grew louder and her grip on him tightened, and she could only gasp as he pulled his thumb from her mouth and replaced it with his own.

The kiss was returned instantaneously, followed by her wavering, now muffled cry as she finally came once more. He grunted into the kiss as she tightened around him, her legs wrapping around his waist once more while her back arched. She wrapped her arms fully around his shoulders with overstimulated whines as his pace quickened before he finally let out his own wavering moan against her lips. She joined him with her own moan as he shoved his hips against hers, feeling the warmth enter her as he rode out his own orgasm with shaking muscles. God, it felt... It felt good... The warmth and twitching from him kept her whines going as they panted, her body shaking under him.

Both were silent for several moments, the kiss lessening to gentle movements before breaking.

"D-... D-Damn..." Emelia nearly squeaked, her head rolling to the side as her jaw was nuzzled.

"Hm. Are you alright?" Heisenberg asked, earning a small nod.

"... gonna be sore..." she replied quietly, relaxing somewhat as he kept his face against hers. He chuckled.

"You wanted it."

"Shush..." she huffed. Her breathing eased, feeling his smile against her skin. This was... Nice, she had to admit... An uncomfortable whine left her lips as he began to push himself up and away, only pausing as her legs twitched around him to keep him there. "N-No... stay..." she whined, watching as he raised a brow. "... P-Please..."

"I've never heard you say 'please' this much." He joked, earning a light glare. But he simply returned to his place over her with an amused chuckle, nearly laying on her.

She was relaxed despite nearly his entire weight on her torso, though she had no issues. He was really warm... She could almost purr with the warmth both on top of and inside her, the feeling relaxing her to the point of her limbs going lax around him. She felt him chuckle against her skin, taking a breath as his lips found her bruised neck. But her mind wandered elsewhere, and she found herself pressing her cheek to his.

"Can we... Not talk about this...?" She asked quietly, earning a confused hum as he glanced at her.

"Oh? What do you mean?"

"J-Just... Um..." she tried, turning her head to look at him. "M-Maybe this could be... just... stress relief...?"

She jumped as Heisenberg shifted, his face now hovering over hers with their noses together.

"Just stress relief?" He asked, amusement dancing in his eyes as her face reddened. "Is that what you want?"

She simply nodded, her fingers traveling over small scars that covered his upper back and shoulders. 'For now...' she thought. Wait, 'for now'...?? Did she really mean that...? She was pulled out of her thoughts as he pressed a quick kiss to her forehead.

"Then so be it." Heisenberg said simply, meeting her gaze. She stared up at him before nodding and taking a breath. But he moved before she had a chance to even think, wrapping his arm around her waist. "Hold on."

"What-" she tried, only to cling to him with a surprised yelp as he pushed against the mattress to lean up with her against his chest. She let out a light whine as she was shifted on him, small sparks shooting up her spine as she was settled against his hips while he sat and leaned back against the wall. He couldn't help but smirk as she let out a whimper, her legs twitching. "Better?"

"I..." she tried, though couldn't manage words as she felt him shift against her to make himself comfortable. So she simply nodded before leaning against his chest.

It was his turn to freeze as she nuzzled to his neck, giving a pleased sigh as his arms hesitantly went around her waist. She relaxed against him, enjoying the warmth he gave and the feeling of his arms around her.

"... You're warm..." she said quietly, earning a surprised chuckle.

"I would almost hope so." He replied, reaching up and under the shirt she still wore to drag his fingers along small scars on her back. He smiled as she relaxed. "I'm going to assume you're not moving any time soon?"

He nearly laughed as she nodded against his shoulder.

"Fair assumption..." she mumbled, closing her eye.

While she wasn't necessarily tired, there was a sliver of exhaustion in her chest. She had to admit, there was still pain from the bite marks that now covered her neck and shoulders, and the soreness of her legs came as a dull throbbing. But she oddly didn't mind... She held her breath as she realized her enjoyment of this. The touches, the intimacy... Even the dull pains she felt. Maybe she didn't even mind HIM...

No, no... She DID mind him. Did she...? She still found him infuriating... But the way he held her now was... Well, it made her question quite a bit.

She finally sighed, relaxing fully against him. She focused on his touches against her back instead of the thoughts in her mind, willfully ignoring them for once. She'd enjoy what she had for now... Her attention went to the sounds of his heart and distant machinery, letting them lull her into a light sleep. She didn't NEED she sleep at the moment, but to her, it was almost perfect.

She only hoped it would stay that way.

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[shadowling-guistical]

Sit and Bleed.

Roman asks Remus for advice, and Remus delivers. In his own, mildly disturbing way. Somehow, bonding ensues.

Yeah idk either. I shared this to one of my friends and they said, and I quote, "Hey mishi i love you but wtf? Did remus posess you?"

So like, enjoy?

WARNING: Extensive blood talk, period talk, mild injury, mild gore, and generally just canon typical Remus shenanigans.

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"Do you think that it's true?" Roman had asked him one day, "That writing is easy? That you could just sit at a typewriter and… And bleed?"

It had been dusk, and somehow, Roman had Imaginationed the setting sun to send it's final rays streaking across his room. From where Remus had been lying, splayed out on Roman's carpet like a human sacrifice waiting for a malevolent god, it looked sickeningly beautiful. The gold that bathed the room, the warmth and splendour, he thought it was just saccharinely horrid.

Roman turned his chair to face him. Remus turned his head. A heartbeat turned into two before he scoffed.

"Please," Remus idly picked his nose, rolling the products he found jammed up in his sniffer into a small hard ball and flicked it off to god knows where. He hoped it landed on Roman's pillow. "If writing were that easy, I'd twist my foot off and feed it to Virgil's tarantula,"

"It used to be,"

Remus sighed, swinging his legs up before he leapt onto his feet with a soft oof. Roman went back to his writing, ignoring the sound of Remus' spine popping when he straightened himself. The Duke sauntered to Roman's desk, looking over his shoulder to see…

Nothing.

Well, nothing substantial .

Bits of writing here, a doodle there, scratched out ideas at the corner, angry scribbles at another…Oof.

His twin must have noticed, because Roman’s tone was bitter.

“Not anymore,”

"Yeah well," Remus muttered, thinking of glittering yellow eyes filled with mischief and a sly smirk underneath a shadowy hood, "A lot of other things used to be easy too,"

"Well? What do you think?"

Riiiiight, typewriting and bleeding. Remus scoffed, "Well willya lookit that. You never asked me before, why start now?"

Roman groaned, "... Remus I’m serious here,"

"Hey! It's true," Remus swiped the paper and crumpled it into a ball. Without looking, he threw it over the shoulder. Roman scowled when he sees it bounce onto his bed, "What's up, Prince stink-a-lot? You ask me to come hang out. You didn't kick me out when I wiped boogers onto that skinned angora cat you call a carpet, and now you're asking me questions? What gives?"

"...it's just…"

God, it’s just this and it’s just that , Remus wanted to pull his hair out already. He wished Roman would just spit it out. Just vomit it out and get this over with. Really, getting his stupid twin to just spew whatever was rattling in that noggin if his was worse than pulling teeth out of a gator. And Remus would know, he tried it a lot over the years.

"I just wanted to be like you,"

And there it was, whatever thing that had been sitting in his twin’s gut like a 5 foot long tapeworm.

…

Like him.

Like Remus.

The Duke of Dastardly Deeds.

Mr. Dark and Disgusting himself.

Roman "Pretty Boy" Sanders wanted to be like him?

Remus leaned forward, far more amused than shocked.

"...You're fucking with me,"

"No, I am not," Roman was looking at him with those intense green eyes of his and woah… the guy really was serious, wasn't he?

Huh.

Curiosity reared it's head, familiar and cloying somewhere inside of Remus'  stomach. Then again, it could have been the extra potent shaving cream he had over his deodorant earlier today. Who fucking knows.

"Why?" He finally asked.

"Because… You've always made it look so… easy," Shaking hands ran through unruly curls, "It comes easier for you than it did for me. Always did. Just— How do you do it, Remus?"

The other twin considered it for a moment.

Had it really? Admittedly, Remus didn’t really notice it. He hummed. Sit on a typewriter and let yourself bleed , huh?

Well. He apparently had a crisis to handle.

Remus leaned against Roman's desk. Lightly, he ran rough, clumsy fingers on a splotch of dried ink absorbed into wood.

The tone that his Other Half (Don't make it weird Tumblr, he didn't mean that way. So put those pitchforks down and back away. Thanks.) had used while gesturing to the stack of papers and feather quills on his desk now morphed into disgust, "it feels like I just don't have any flowing in me anymore,"

"Well duh," long, dirty fingernails tapped against polished wood, "It's because bleeding isn't supposed to be easy, you doofus," He sighed, and Roman’s expression caused him to nearly want to groan and drape himself over the table. God, it was so fucking obvious that Roman really had no idea, did he? "You know, If you wanna go all gross metaphor with me, you gotta at least not half ass it,"

"Okay, but half ass it how? That how the saying goes,"

With all the tact and delicacy of a blunt axe, Roman’s words were cut off.

"Then it's a shit saying,"Before Roman could protest, "Look do you want me to help or not? Yeah? Then good. Just shut up for a sec and spill the juicy details," Pause, "Okay, what do you know about periods?"

Roman stiffened, obviously beginning to not like where the conversation was steered to. Because not even Jesus could take the wheel when Remus was behind it. However, Roman reluctantly let his shoulders relax when his twin brushed him off with an eye roll. Cautiously, because Remus still needs to be handled much like a skunk would.

"Remus— “

"Oh just relax. This is going somewhere. Trust me. And I won't do any shit I can't clean up. Just answer the question,"

Roman looked queasy, but swallowed heavily. He supposed he did ask, "I guess, just what Thomas learned in Sex Ed,"

Hm, he could work with that.

"So absolutely shit! Great! I just love the educational system in Florida. Wonderful. Wish the Nerdy Wolverine was here to tell you. But you only got me so it'll have to do— Should've prepared a whole musical number about it too—"

Remus held out his palms, and Roman sees the skin tighten. It strained and stretched before it ripped into a bloody gash.  Roman grimaced, the other unperturbed. In fact, he daresay Remus looked curious. Like he was mulling over what to say.

"Eh, Follow up— Have" Remus let the blood pool into his cupped hands. A tablespoonful turned into a cupful and soon it was overflowing. He tipped his hand so that the blood dribbled down. Drip drip drip, a small stream of blood hit the floor in splatters, "Have you seen it before? Period blood?"

"What?” Oh god, he feels like he could gag, “Gross—! No of course not,"

Remus rolled his eyes.

"Unfeminist much?" The dry tone was met with protest.

"I'm not!—" Roman spluttered, "I don't go around looking for what comes out of people's pants, Remus!"

"Yeah yeah, but did you know they're chunky though?"

"I— What the fuck Remus?"

"Just...humour me for a sec. So they're chunky," Remus sort of flicked his hand, sending smaller droplets flying. A particularly large droplet streaked across Roman’s floor, "Thick goopy, disgusting— Hey, think of that the next time you scoop out some Crofters eh?"

Well, there nearly goes Roman's lunch.

"Oh god.” He pushed down the tickle at the back of his throat, “Please don't— Just, get to the point,"

"Okay okay. Jeez. The point is," two scarred, calloused hands rubbed together, letting the blood smear, "Is that even blood flows differently,"

The hands raised up, tinged red and both of them marred with an angry, red, jagged tear.

"Look at this shit. See? Not everything that comes out is the same. Some places will drip. Others flow and some? They're chunky. That's just how it is. you can't expect chunky blood to flow as easily as fresh blood,"

Without letting Roman mull on the morbid metaphor, he ploughed on.

"Oh yeah— And blood coagulates. It dries up and turns to scab. It won't stay bleeding forever. It's not supposed to. And expecting it to is just stupid, so write that down with your fancy quill,"

Blinking, Roman's mind slowly caught up with him.

Flowing blood and drying and scabbing— He soon deflated.

Oh.

Oh…

He just watched wordlessly as Remus wiped his hand against the fabric of his outfit. Flakes of dried blood sprinkled down joining the droplets on the ground like some sort of morbid snow.

" And just in case you forget, because of course you do. Scabbing is good. Personal experience guaranteed. It heals things. Plus…" the hand with the cut waved again. Exaggeratedly, mockingly, and even Roman couldn't help but to crack a smile, "You gotta make a pretty deep cut if you wanna bleed a lot,"

Maybe Roman was imagining the softer tone that Remus had let bleed into his voice.

"And if you bleed a lot, you gotta let yourself scab,"

A long, slow exhale.

He had to let himself scab.

"And… You've kinda been bleeding a lot, didn’tcha?"

"I…" Roman swallowed, mouth suddenly dry, "...Yeah...I think so,"

"Been making some huge cut lately to get it flowing?…"

"...Mmmm…" Shaking breaths, fragile and soft. Okay… okay… "Remus?"

"Hmm?"

"Do you… do you think I can… I should—"

Should he stop?

"... Course you could, you stupid bleeding heart…" a hand found itself in Roman's hair, gently carding it. Really, almost petting it, "...But fuck Ro, if that isn't the thing we all love about you, you doof. Of course you can. And you should. In fact, I am telling you to,"

Hesitantly, a pair of arms circled themselves over Roman's shoulder, pulling him close.

Remus didn't mention it when he saw broad shoulders decorated in tassels begin to  shake. He didn't pay attention to the soft sobs that sent a Prince, unwavering and strong, shaking. He didn't care about the way Roman's face had crumpled.

"It's time to let it scab, Roman. And try not to pick at it too much,”

Outside, the figure that had been leaning against the door for the better part of the last 10 minutes smiled.

Heh… Credit where credit's due, he supposed.

He tilted his bowler hat forward and began walking down the hallway. No need to worry.

Who knew that the Duke had it in him.

#sanders sides #sanders sides fic #creativitwins #remus sanders #roman sanders #ts remus #ts roman #tw blood #tw periods #tw mild gore

[fanficparker]

A GAME OF DIAMONDS AND HEARTS // H.O.

>> CHAPTER TWO

"The reward of sin is death? That’s hard." - Doctor Faustus, Marlowe

(Frenemies to Lovers! Mob AU! ) Harrison Osterfield x Fem!OC

Word count: 2.45k words

Warning: Swearing, jerk behaviour, keeping hostage, guns, blood and violence, sexual tension.

Synopsis: After the sudden death of his uncle and the eccentric multi-millionaire mafia king Lufian Clarke, Harrison Osterfield’s almost decent life is mostly devastated especially when half of what should be rightfully his fortune is transferred to their immediate rival for reasons he doesn’t know. What’s remaining is him trying to figure out how to deal with this collaboration of two rival corporations that don’t belong together and work on the side of the woman he never knew would ever be referred to as his partner in crime while they are dragged into a mess bigger than what they were trained to handle.

<< ONE [ MASTERLIST ] THREE >>

"Kill her."

Harry coughed. Twice.

"You know that's not possible," because if it was, wouldn't they have eliminated all their rivals already? The mafia was no easy business. It was equivalent to living on the edge without a rope tied to your waist to pull you back in case you fall off the cliff. Rather there was a rope tied to your ankle, waiting for the perfect opportunity to pull you down.

Harrison licked his dried lips as he rose from the desk, stepping closer to him. "Yeah and that's why Tom should be here, not you." He paused for a moment before mumbling: "Kid," amusement crossing his sharp features.

Harry's stomach rumbled with anger. Oh, and you are an obtuse twenty-four-year-old crazy old man who is also a big ass jerk.

He wanted to punch that grimace off his face.

The only reason he was a part of the mafia was that he believed in Clarke's philosophy, his ideology, his way of dealing with things but with Harrison on board, was it even the same anymore?

Harrison crossed the nineteen-year-old, barging into the door to exit the room. "Ask Tom to meet me in the car at seven. And until then I don't want a single soul near myself." He stated before putting a foot out of the door.

Harry expected to hear his departing footsteps but Harrison rather took a foot back, meeting the redhead's eyes with a steady gaze.

"And from next time," He warned, "knock before you enter." And with that he left, his footsteps echoing behind him.

All Harry could do was clench his fist.

***

It was a business agreement but it felt more like a marriage. An unwanted, forceful one. One where you hated your spouse to the moon and back and yet had to lose a part of your bed, life and love.

Why would you ever do this to me, Clarke? Why would you?! The anger and frustration bubbling inside his chest were too much to handle. He had left along with Tom and had captured one of Dino's closest men.

Dino was one of their new clients and had lately caused a lot of trouble from not paying the amount he owed to actually trying to fly off Europe.

If it was for any other day, Harrison wouldn't even bother handling Dino or any of his men by himself but today he needed a punching bag. A punching bag on whom he could pour all his pent up rage out. Beat his torment off another person's bones. That made sense to him.

He had dragged the man in the dark of the abandoned warehouse— the place Dino once used as a storage for his illegal weapons. The place he had tried to erase, pretend that it never existed.

Tom tied him to the chair for enquiry but Harrison was in no mood for that. He had already made up his mind. He didn't even let the man lift up his head to comprehend what was happening before Harrison's fist made a sharp contact with his jaw, knocking him to the floor along with the chair.

Tom watched from the side as Harrison grabbed the man's shirt, now dusty and violated with stains of fresh blood mixed with spit, establishing the chair back on the cemented floor with a thud. "Ask your boss to show up, will you?" He raised his voice several octaves as if to mock him for being so weak and helpless.

With blood sputtering between the guy's teeth, he tried to speak, "I--"

But Harrison instantly cuts in, circling around his chair, "Oh wait. What can you even do? You are useless for both me and Dino. That's why Dino left you here. He doesn't give a fuck if you live or die." He halted his steps and pulled the man's hair, sharply forcing his head back, jarring his neck, painfully stretching the muscles of his throat before spatting into his face, "You hear that? You. Are. Worthless."

And then he again swung his fist across his face, just this time he didn't stop. His knuckles throbbed with the sharp collision of bone against bone. His skin turned bright blue hidden by red. God, it felt good.

"We don't wanna kill him." Tom reminded, voice laced with disgust. This was brutal even for Harrison.

"I want to." He groaned, fisting his hands in the man's shirt.

"And here I wondered, Clarke's scion would be smarter."

His neck snapped at the voice. The source of the words— the silhouette emerged from the door, her heels hitting against the cemented floor as she strolled towards the blue light that filled the otherwise dark room.

Harrison recognised the voice well, he didn't need to wait for it to materialise into human form but he also didn't want to hear it, let alone see the person whom it belonged to. Somethings are inevitable, anyway.

"What are you doing here?" Tom was the first one to speak, his eyes focused on the woman who stood just a few feet apart from them, her shoulder-length dark hair sitting as a tight ponytail, high on her head, giving her the illusion of height.

She crossed her arms over her midsection, one foot slightly ahead of the other and let out a breath. "That's not a question, you ask your boss. Especially in that tone." Her words were sharp but not her voice or tone for that matter. For an outsider or an amateur, it would appear as if she was just there to ridicule the two boys. Yeah, in some way, it was true except for the 'just' part. Both Tom and Harrison were neither an outsider nor amateurs to read into that. They knew why she was here.

Harrison asked anyway, swallowing his boiling rage, "What the hell are you doing here?"

Her lips twisted into a half grin. "Well, you can ask that though."

The small laughter that followed her words made a muscle tick in his jaw. He was this close to snapping. Snapping to no avail. Snapping for vain. She had won. She had won his prize and there was nothing he could do to reclaim it. He couldn't give her the satisfaction of knowing that she got him. No, she didn't. He reminded himself. No one could.

"I just came to check on you guys. Also, considering the fact that none of you noticed me standing right outside this room..." She looked over her shoulder, pointing a finger at the door, "Anyone could have shot you dead right there."

"And oh my god!" She gasped upon turning back to the scene, her voice infused with fake concern, "What have you done to this poor soul?"

The tension that hung between them had managed to make the muffled cries of the fourth person inaudible to the three pair of ears in the room. Maybe because he was the rat rather than the conventional elephant, people were so used to address.

"He is my client," Harrison growled, low in his throat— a thinly veiled attempt at trying to keep things civil.

"Not just yours." She corrected, flashing a small smile in his direction, more of a grimace, walking towards the man tied to the chair. The two guys watched her with narrowed, questioning eyes as she removed her coat, the draping neckline of her red top doing the bare minimum to cover anything.

She slouched across his chair, wiping the blood from the corner of his lip, softly smearing it across his cheek.

"Is this bad boy bullying you?" She momentarily shot a glance at Harrison. The man nodded, too afraid and too injured to speak.

Clicking her tongue in disdain, she gripped his chin tightly, her nails digging into his skin as she pushed the chair to the back, supported only by one of her heels. He jerked in his bonded state.

She leaned near his face, her breath tickling in his ear. "Why not better start behaving then?" She whispered, her lips brushing against the side of his face. "I don't like pretty faces as yours harmed."

Her finger traced over his lower lip, her nail scratching his wound in ways more sensual than painful. "Will you comply?" Her eyes flickered down to his lips.

He nodded instantly and desperately. He was charged up; her scent was filling his senses. When her eyes were back to his face, his slid to take a peek at her cleavage, a mixture of fear and excitement dotting his sweltering forehead with beads of sweat.

"Good boy," she muttered and dragged her foot away from the chair, installing him back to where they had started.

"P-Please..." The guy managed to utter when she moved away, urgency evident in his voice. A triumphant grin got pasted over her face in response, making her laugh at his needy request.

Harrison could bet that the guy had a mild erection even in his blood ridden pathetic state. The scene almost made him puke. Where he was using force and blood, she was using her body, sex as a weapon. Definitely not his way of working. Yet, he failed to suppress the dull tightening sensation in his abdomen—and the part below it.

She walked up to him, pulling her hair down, brushing them with her fingers. Her laughter had long subsided but its residue was still echoing in his head. He hated that. He hated her.

"Doesn't it spark old memories, Osterfield?"

His face flickered with annoyance. It was in his best interest to ignore her words.

"Let's talk over at dinner." She offered, carrying her coat on her elbow. Yeah, they very much needed to talk even when he didn't prefer it. So, he walked out of the room, waiting for her to follow.

"You should seriously take him back to wherever you picked him from." She instructed Tom as if Harrison wasn't enough for him to deal with.

***

"We had a reservation," she smiled at the hostess, "by the name of Sandhya Omar." Harrison, on the other hand, was somehow managing not to kill. Her, specifically.

The hostess smiled back, taking a glance at the register in her hand, "Welcome, Ms. Omar. Let me escort you to your table." She smiled at Harrison too. He didn't appreciate the gesture.

She led them to a table perfectly designed for two, for a date perhaps, placed on a quiet, dimly lit balcony. Harrison removed his blazer, hanging it over the chair before folding the sleeves of his beige-coloured shirt over his arms and occupying the seat. The hostess dragged Sandhya's chair, letting her sit.

She mumbled a quiet thank you.

"A waiter will be here shortly." She informed and left. She didn't lie; not a minute had passed and the waiter was already there, passing them two menus and pouring clear champagne into their flutes. Before he could proceed to light the candles decorated over the table, Harrison interrupted:

"We don't need that."

"Of course we need that, darling." She cuts in, smiling so pleasantly at him, just like a cat would smile at a canary.

It was the waiter who smiled back, at both of them, actually. "I will come back for the orders when you both are ready."

"Thank you. We will take some time, though."

"No worries, Ms. Saan—dha—ya."

"Just call me Sandy, it's fine." She shrugged away his absurd pronunciation of her name. The waiter just passed her an apologetic smile, walking away, leaving them in solitude, surrounded by nothing but luxury and privacy.

"Talk?" Harrison began.

"What?" She pretended to be clueless.

It was a game for her.

Not for him.

"You wanted to talk."

"You don't?"

He wasn't having it. So, she simply rolled her eyes, choosing to initiate. "Okay... I will start," she let out a breath, "My mob wants me dead because they want what I have inherited."

Funny, they and Harrison were on the same page.

"And you walked here alone?" He quirked a brow.

She slumped in her chair, one foot crossed over her knee, "You see, I am not alone." Her hands gestured at him.

He snorted. Ridiculous.

"You seriously think that I want you any less dead than them?"

"Yeah."

"That's foolish." He leaned across the table, elbows pressing against the wood, "I'd kill you the second I'd get the chance." He stressed certain syllables, gritting his teeth in fury. His tone dripped scorn.

"No, you won't. You need me." She stated as a matter-of-fact, straightening her back.

"You wish." He replied quickly, scoffing at her misplaced confidence.

Her phone on the table vibrated, providing them with the much needed break from cocking their verbal guns at each other. The sneer on her face vanished in a heartbeat, quickly replaced by fear as soon as her eyes scanned the glowing screen. She tapped the dial on her watch before leaning across the table.

"Listen carefully..."

He didn't.

Her hands grabbed his collar, pulling his face closer to hers, tautly stretching the fabric of his shirt, "Your life is at threat too!"

Her eyes glanced at her watch again.

"Four minutes and they'll be here." The slight flicker of the candle burning across the table animated a dance of shadows on their faces, projecting the fearful vibrations in her stomach onto the surface. "For both of us," she clarified, their face centimeters apart.

He laughed pulling himself back, not considering her words any worthy of his contemplation, smoothening the creases she had created on his otherwise crisp shirt. But she was quick to pull him again, not allowing his eyes to focus on anything else but her.

"This is no drill, Harrison." She warned, her dark eyes cold and hard and locked on his blue ones.

"In four--three minutes, there will be a smoke bomb thrown below our table, and that's our only chance to escape. Take the left side, use the pipes to climb down as quickly as possible. A car will be waiting for you at the side of the street."

He squinted his eyes in disbelief, an expression of boredom covering his face. "Why would I trust you?"

She sighed, pulling a compact case, keeping it between them, the mirror facing his side. His pupils dilated noting the reflection on it. It was the reflection of a person, holding a sniper rifle, standing on the rooftop of the building across them.

A chill crept through his heart. Their eyes met again.

In a tone that lacked any hesitation and provided no explanation, she gave away the second part of the answer, "Because Clarke didn't die... He was murdered."

Yeah, people like Clarke don't just die.

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