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bucknastysbabe · 4 months

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Hi, could you write something that deals with this? ......

https://www.tumblr.com/mhsdatgo/737617577019408384/gorgeous-little-piece-of-shit-king-that-lives-in

So at first I was like lmfaooooo but then I was like wait I can put this little blonde bitch in the WORST situation. I shall do my best, thanks for the request, I hope to get back to my pathetic Aegon roots for this one.

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Dark divergence from canon, Aegon is more cutthroat, King Aegon, Lannister!Reader, she’s a daughter of Tyland, Tyland is on his king behavior, meanwhile dumbass Jason, Aegon has the wife parade, he’s literally still little baby man, Manipulative and morally gray reader, Aegon Is A Pain Slut, ye olde cock ring, ruined orgasms, Degredation, bratting for like 1s, breeding kink, boobs fixation, overstimmimg, pnv!sex

A/N: Wayyyyyy off canon and just so I can make this guy cry also I try to stray from making oc’s but bc it’s a Lannister reader y’know. Body type/face/skin/hair texture is up to you, just know gold hair and green eyes. Also kinda got into a storyline? Idk smut is here!!!

As Tyland Lannister’s only daughter, he sought to keep you on Casterly Rock. It was rare for a house as proud and mighty as yours not to have their fairest ladies sent to catch a dragon’s eye. Or merely have it chosen for you. Jason would’ve had you wedded and bedded to any of the white haired boys by now. Your father was stated once in a letter, “I’d liken it to a den of snakes rather than dragons.”

From his reports they were strange or downright deviant, controlled heavily by their green side of the family. Rhaenyra’s brood was of a better nature but obviously born from the seed of Harwin Strong. So you went about your duties, becoming a fine educated highborn lady to sit around and pop out babies. Maybe order fancy dresses out of boredom.

Although you childishly dreamt that a handsome white-haired man would take you dragon riding, that was not your future. Fate had other plans. Firstly, you were barred from going to the grand wedding of Prince Aemond to Lady Cassandra Baratheon. Strangely enough, it was to be held at the Hand’s gloomy accursed Harrenhal. You wrote an angry letter to your father and another to Jason, downright distraught over missing another royal wedding. You could find a potential mate at one of these gatherings!

Tyland wrote back simply, “I do not want you in that bewitched place. I have an uneasy feeling about this. I pray for you and love you dear lioness of Lannnister, still roaring her heart away.”

The initial anger faded into fear. Then the news had returned. Your Maester read the report. Dragon against dragon, blood to blood, they would call the failed union the ‘Green Wedding.’ Crown Princess Rhaenyra, Prince Daemon, all children dead but her toddling boy and blonde babes on Dragonstone

King Viserys had died the night before. Otto Hightower took matters into his own hands. Some would say it was well executed but not thought out. Princess Helaena had perished, the Blood Wyrm Caraxes attacking her in a fury before she could make it to her own dragon.

Prince Aemond and Aegon had taken to scorching Rhaenyra’s tent and all of her accompanying vassals. Harrenhal was lit aflame again— the Strongs burning up in a sea of smoke. The rest of the Hightowers had been haphazardly thrown into a wheelhouse, Queen Alicent purportedly retching and sobbing, crying for her daughter and late husband. They lay in boxes behind the cart. She had the young Daeron only for comfort.

Your mouth twisted up at the retelling of the scene of kin slaying and wretchedness. Your family had no love for the Blacks but for the Greens to so vilely destroy their own flesh and blood? You idly wondered about all of those dragons without riders. What Corlys and Rhaenys would do? She was fierce yet only had the young Baela and Rhaena.

Tyland had written to stay put, the Westerlands swore to the new King Aegon. War broke out as expected. The dragons saw an end to the strife rather quickly due to the help of Targaryen bastards mounting the riderless beasts. The realm was back under the control of the inept and horrid King Aegon the Second. They called it the half-year’s war. People spoke in hushed tones even at Casterly Rock.

Accursed family, we’re all doomed.

Otto Hightower should be sent to the wall— alas, then we’d have an idiot as a king.

Is the King going to marry soon?

You personally hoped he would marry soon. Jason had requested a portrait of you. There was no hidden reason why— he wanted lion’s blood on the already drenched Iron Throne. Your own father was staunch against that, writing that he had received a proposal from the Reynes of Castamere. You had smiled at that, their heir Ser Lynden was particularly handsome and kind. They had the riches to keep your lifestyle the same.

Not like the Targaryen’s didn’t. King Aegon could maybe see for a Dayne girl with their ashen hair and purple eyes. Or a Celtigar, they still had Valyrian blood. Mayhaps import one from Old Volantis— they claimed strong ancestry.

Alas. The raven came, your father’s anger poorly concealed.

“Even after all of my duties and help to the crown, asking for the Hand to keep my only daughter out of this, you are requested to be shown before the king along with the other highborn ladies of the Realm. I thought about setting my fool brother’s portrait on fire. Regardless, it shall be good to see my young lioness. I will be there every step of the way. Be kind.”

Your stomach sank to your toes before rising back up with anger. If that kinslaying mongrel deviant whore thought for a second he would enjoy your company? He would be sorely mistaken. Dragons may have claws, but so do lions and they are long and sharp. Huffing in anger, you stormed away from the letter.

The trip to the Red Keep was abysmal. It rained the entire way, you had to stop at Deep Den for a night to let the rains up. Their stony, cold castle was damp and you barely slept a wink. You awoke to ride to the Gold Road until the city walls and the Red Keep towered in the distance. You awed at the Dragonpit and the great Sept and it’s crystals.

Regardless of the magnificent buildings, the stench of the city was vile, air putrid with rotting fish and dung heaps. Nasty little peasants ogled your gold and red wheelhouse. Your frown deepened, anger boiling your blood. There was no way one could enjoy living here, fight to be here! King's Landing was a pile of shit with a Castle on top.

You were warmly welcomed by your father, a maid holding your dress aloft so the golden filigree wouldn’t get all mucky. Tyland hugged you and exhaustion fell over your body. You missed him dearly, the singular parent. Although your grandmother was very dear, she too had passed not too long ago.

Heads were still on pikes behind you. The smell of rot was stronger in the courtyard. You said in a miserable warble, “I detest it already, please dress me up ugly, maim me.” The fool Jason patted your back and laughed, “Ah, I missed your acrid tongue. King’s Landing is an acquired taste. Your quarters are facing the Blackwater so you can get some fresh air.”

“Others take you and that damn portrait,” you hissed at your nuncle.

Tyland led you quietly into the huge keep, prying eyes from all around. No pale-haired Targaryens to be seen. You could hear them whisper about the gold of your hair, the wealth oozing from the gown. Yes, like any of you have seen true class since the Conciliator Passed.

Once in the room you snapped at a servant to pour wine, sipping while other’s shuffled in and out to bring your trunks of goods. Tyland even spoke up, “Careful with that dress, please, it is for tomorrow.” You spat, “Tomorrow?”

He held a finger up, exhaustion lacing his face. Swirling the wine around you watched the bay and waited until it was just the two of you in a comfortable silence. Tyland had taught you that— know without speaking, listen when to listen. Tyland looked aged as he sank into the cushioned chair. He ran a hand over his face and sighed, “I thought the Dowager queen would have my back. Her son is much more willful than we thought. Otto wants our coin.”

“Borrow it from a bank and maybe they’ll root these vipers away,” you whispered under a covered hand. You’d been informed of the spies all about under Larys Strong. Tyland hummed a laugh, beckoning you over. Crawling into his lap, you felt as if you were a child again, emotions welling. You began to weep softly.

He rubbed your heaving back and shushed your cries. You hiccuped, “I-If he-he-he ch-chooses me!” Tyland sighed and finished in a quiet murmur, “You will show him that a lion is nothing to play with. King Aegon may be a pandering fool but he is easily swayed. Most of us think he has eyes for the Tyrell cousin.”

“Good,” you heaved. You cried in your father's arms until he put you to sleep at some point, kissing your forehead. Sleep was restless and pointless, you managed to gather some hours before the maidservants came to dress you.

They bathed, scrubbed, and used imported Westerland items. The smell made you homesick. They braided and twisted your hair, pinning a red and gold piece on top. The dress was just as proud— gold, rubies, pearls decorating the sleeves and neckline. Myrish lace was up to your chin, secured by a choker of more exquisite jewels and peridot to bring out your eyes. It cuffed at your wrists too. Maybe it would be too much for the weak-willed king.

The choker represented who you would always belong to— House Lannister, the sigil in solid gold and red enamel. A larger version cinched your waist. He could take the maiden with her tits corseted to her chin. The king merely needed a broodmare. A lingering voice tutted, “He may find holes where he pleases, but the king needs a queen.”

The door opened, Tyland extended an arm, lips in a tight line. He knew what you looked like. A queen.

The hall was full of highborn Ladies as you entered, you instantly recognized most of the sigils and house colors. King Aegon sat on the monstrous throne lazily, sipping wine while Otto ordered around women. A girl in the colors of Rosby didn’t even make a step up before he said, “No chin, next,” he looked down at Otto, “I’ll never believe a portrait. The Lannister girl probably looks like Jason with teats.”

Anger bubbled in your chest at his flippant demeanor and comments. The queen sat next to Otto, chiding Aegon. Thankfully you had a while in line. A while to get rightfully furious with this brat of a king! You had met squires with more dignity than he!

As you neared the imposing throne, you gauged the King’s looks. Definitely Valyrian with his pretty white waves and big violet eyes— hazy with drink and boredom. He was not of a warrior’s build, much to your chagrin. Aegon had shapely thighs but the rest seemed to be softened from his infamous gluttony.

Aegon yawned and pointed, “Redwyne? Not bad, Cole, go put her in the ‘perhaps’ section. Green eyes moved to the score of ladies looking fearful over toward the side. How crass. You could cut his cock off. So embroiled in coming up with torture scenes you blinked suddenly at the boom.

“Lady Lannister of Casterly Rock, daughter of Tyland. Aged 19.”

You stepped forward and kept your chin high, holding Aegon’s gaze intently, lips stiff. The king perked up, moving forward to get a look. He laughed, “Your father is on my council and you don’t pay obeisance?” With a grimace, you gave a weak curtsy to the young King.

Jason looked wide eyed from the side, mouthing, “PLAY NICE!”

Aegon hummed, standing up to walk down the throne, crowds gasping. As he drew closer you noticed the burns going down his cheek to curl below his collar. His violet eyes swam with something, a ringed finger tapping your tilted chin. He rasped, “A lioness for sure. Just overjoyed to get yanked from your golden castle. Is that why you out-dressed the entire kingdom?”

“I had to make sure you knew who I would always be, my liege,” you hissed, “Dragons can be tamed.”

“So can lions,” he quipped back, full lips splitting into a grin. He curled burned fingers into the lace guarding your neck. Aegon cooed, “I do wonder what you’ve got hiding under here. I’m guessing you have some nice teats. That’s my favorite game at the brothels.”

“You’re a vile little kinslaying creature.”

Otto and Alicent seemed to panic before Aegon laughed— a shrieking giggle. He stepped back up onto the dais and cheered, “I have chosen! The Lioness shall be mine blushing bride. Cheers!”

There was the sound of more defeated ladies but their fathers were likely inwardly cheering. Tyland looked ghastly grim, nuncle coming to peel him away. You refused to face the crowds, stepping over to the queen and the hand, fully curtsying. The queen grasped your palms and pled, “Please, guide him the best you can. I see a strength in you I haven’t seen since…,” she looked off and grew drawn. Lord Otto smiled, “More Lannister’s the merrier. Maybe Tyland can lighten his load.”

Aegon asked, “Alright, so when do we begin planning?”

You huffed and went to your father, hot tears soaking your cheeks. You misjudged. You thought he would be repulsed by a powerful woman. Instead he plucked you right up and now held you in this cage for a home.

‘A caged lion is still a lion, yes, yes’, you thought.

Tyland stated with a fury you had never seen before, “You will make that spoilt dragon break and bend.”

“Of course father.”

Aegon whined from between your feet, a dainty gold chain clasping his wrists, connected up to a gold collar engraved with rubies. This king you once hated belonged to you- heart and soul. He’d do anything, but you just preferred him to listen and be your pretty fuck toy. You felt love for him, differently, still love.

You wore a lace shift, the fabric barely covering anything, full tits and the gold curls of your cunt showing through. Aegon made to lave at your knee, getting slapped off. The blonde mewled, “Whyyyyy? I’ve been good?” Toeing his flushed cock, the pathetic thing whimpered and his prick oozed on the marble. You asked, “Tell me why you’re in trouble, My King?”

He swallowed around the collar, doe eyes watery and lashes clumped. Aegon’s cheeks turned red and he barked, “I’m the fucking king, I can say what I like!” You picked up the oak paddle and slapped his soft pooch of a belly, Aegon whining and writhing— the freak spurting more cum, hunching over and wheezing at the pain to his tender tummy.

“If you aren’t going to be my special boy, then I’ll just let you sit here and think about your actions.”

“No! No, I’ll be your special boy. I should not have japed at that squire over dinner.”

You cocked your head and leaned closer, “Why is that hm?”

Aegon sobbed sharply, pouty lips blubbering, “Be-be-because Iburnedhisfamilyscastleafterkinslaying.” You smiled and patted his unruly waves, smiling, “Good boy. The Seven may give you a chance. Probably not because you set your sister and uncle aflame, then proceeded to burn half the kingdom. You should be at the Wall with other war criminals.”

He nodded and cried, spreading his creamy thighs out for you. It was vastly amazing how much Aegon loved to be degraded yet praised. Your special boy. Sliding down the chair you perched on the king’s thighs, cradling his head with your sharp nails. You cooed, “Just needed a guiding hand, look how the kingdom has blossomed since you became my special boy? So pathetic and hopeless. My pretty little baby needs his queen."

He whined, arching into your touch, begging for a kiss. You relented, letting the needy little thing lap and press fervently to your own. He drooled, you wiping it away and taking over the lip lock. Nibbling gently at bitten lips, lapping into a tongue that tasted like sweetened wine. Aegon relaxed into your embrace, leaking all over your thin gown.

He began to rut and rut against your cunt, whining into your kisses. You indulged him until he was swelling and stuttering, backing off and fitting the gold ring around his cock. Aegon wailed and fell back pathetically, the ruined orgasm fucking up his senses.

“Noooo, no, no, I apologized!,” he protested meekly.

Shaking your head you shrugged, “I decide when you are absolved, not a thought in that pretty blonde head. Above men, we are gods, pfft.” He grumbled and squirmed, digging his toes down in frustration.

You returned to play with him, massaging his soft belly while suckling on the tip of his purpling prick, fingers rudely shoved up behind his heavy balls. Aegon moaned and shook, calling your name and begging for release. You drank down his bitter cum, leaking from the attention to his sweet spot from below.

You pulled off to thumb around the crown of his cock, cooing, “Oh you’re so gorgeous. My pathetic, soft little dragon. Feels so so good, yes?” He was practically riding your fingers, shying away from the intensity of the stimulation to his cockhead. The blonde keened, “S’good, g-gonna!” He wailed and thrashed harder, tears streaking a blotchy face. Only a thin stream leaked from his second ruined orgasm.

Aegon was babbling apologies now, promising dresses, jewelry, lands, his heart in a box if he could. It was garbled with his heavy tongue and fervent need. Gibberish really, if one didn’t see this side of their pouty king. What the wretch turned into when denied a good release— a snotty, sobbing, wonderfully broken mess.

He heaved sobs now, oversensitive to even the cool air. But his balls were full and swollen. Patting a limp thigh you asked gently, “Do you want to come now? Inside me? Your punishment is over.” Aegon sniffled, “Please my love.” You would keep the ring on for now but take it off once it didn’t seem he may blow on sight.

Aegon whined high in his chest, more tears falling as you eased onto his plump prick, extra swollen and hot. You gasped and grabbed blonde hair, praising, “Mmm- yes my darling precious boy. Filling your queen up good.”

He groaned and feebly arched, grabbing your tits and holding them as you rode his overused cock. Aegon cried and whined for a suck, you allowing him to take off the shift and shudder as plump lips enveloped your tits. He squirmed and lapped eagerly, loving to have a mouthful of your teats. Especially during that first pregnancy.

You were already close from the intensity of the punishment, swirling fingers around your button while unlatching the gold ring from behind. Aegon’s eyes flew open as he moaned vigorously, balls pumping you full immediately as he writhed around, still attached to your full chest. Your lashes fluttered at the warm feeling, cunt sucking and enjoying the heat, slick, and pressure of so much seed..

Hopefully this would take too. Another little one to dote on. Aegon was full on sobbing now, overwhelmed with emotions. You helped him to sit upright, still inside. He mewled, “S’too much.” You hugged his frame and cooed, pressing little kisses to his tender scars, “It’ll numb out, we want this to take do we not? Be good.”

“M’ still your special boy?,” he asked with reddened eyes.

Petting a full cheek you responded, “Knew whether I liked you or not, you would be. Hush now, relax, we’ll get some dinner and a warm bath my sweet. Tomorrow is a busy day.” He nodded and nuzzled between your tits like a babe. You smirked. Who knew this power could be claimed without bloodshed?

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anundyingfidelity · 13 days

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Hiya!

Just read your recent SB fics and I'm fucking hooked. Dark Ben is ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥. Can I request another Dark Soldier Boy and reader being in slave/master dynamics, please? 🥹

helloooo!! thank you so much, i'm glad to know that you liked it!! i tried my best for a dark!soldier boy haha. this is maybe the first time i write this type of master/slave dynamic and i'm mostly a sub so the reader is a sub too XD hope you enjoy this filthy thing !!

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PLAYTHING — Dark!Soldier Boy x female reader

Word count: 592 (these aren't 400 words drabbles anymore lmao).

Genre: dark smut.

Warnings: dark!soldier boy, master/slave dynamics, face-fucking, cum-play, cum swallow, hair pulling, finger-sucking, if you squint forced alcohol compsumtion, usage of word 'slut'.

Your throat hurts and you try to catch a breath from your nose as much as you’re allowed to. You shut your eyes closed, feeling his strong hands against your scalp, fingers tugging at your hair as you gag on his shaft over and over, while he’s using your mouth as his personal fleshlight.

His cock throbs in your mouth, spit is running down your chin and you try to rub your thighs together, yearning for some friction between them. Your nipples are hard and stiff now, aching for release, but you know better to not touch yourself before he gives his permission to do so.

“Shit, you’re so fucking good with that mouth of yours, sweetcheeks,” he praises and follows a chain of dirty courses between his hitching breath.

You think he’s going to release down your throat but you’re so wrong. Soldier Boy forces your head back, his dick slipping out of you leaving a string of saliva connecting the tip of his veiny shaft with your swollen lips. His dark green gaze takes in the mess you are; on your knees between his legs, eyes lost in pleasure even if he hasn’t touched you yet, panting hard, showing up your bare body only with a pair of black stockings combined with high-waist suspenders that hugged your body perfectly.

Just how he loved to see you, his little plaything. So obedient, so eager to please him. His cock begins to twitch again.

“Fetch me another glass,” Soldier Boy orders, voice low and dark.

“Yes, master.”

He lets go of the grip on your hair and you stand up with wobbly legs to fill up his glass with the expensive bottle of liquor standing on the bar of his penthouse. When you come back, he trails his eyes over your figure and takes the glass as you kneel between his thighs. Innocent eyes draw back at him, he smirks, settling the glass on the carpeted floor by your side.

“Such a good pet,” Soldier Boy praises, his thumb now tugging at your lower lip. You open your mouth as a reflex and he shoves his index finger along too. You start sucking on them and he pushes further, making you gag around his fingers. “Ain’t even touching you yet and I know you’re soaking wet.”

You moan as an answer, mouth full of his digits. He pulls them out suddenly and forces your mouth to stay open with a hand, the other taking his hard cock to shove it down your throat again, this time fucking your wet cavern like a mad man looking for his release. It’s not too long until he spends his cum until it mixes with your spittle and runs down your chin, coating the base of his cock.

“Swallow,” he commands, staying still inside your mouth and you do as better as you can.

Once you’re allowed to breathe again you lick the remnants on his shaft, moaning at the salty taste of it. He forces you to stop suddenly and grabs the liquor glass again. Your aching jaw falls open thanks to his strong hand and he pours the scotch on your mouth. The taste smoothly burns as you swallow it all.

“Yeah, fucking take it all, my little slut,” he grunts, eyes on your flushed face. “You’ve been so good today. I might have to reward you.”

You whine pathetically, unable to look away from his lustful eyes. You’re basically begging to be fucked by now. And that he will, under his own terms.

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xhopelesslyromanticx · 2 years

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Just an Affair - Charles Leclerc x Reader

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Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, cheating, alcohol, explicit language, toxic behavior

summary: Feeling that your marriage was starting to fall apart you go seek comfort in the arms of a certain Monégasque guy. Knowing just how complicated things could get as your own husband was his literal opponent.

The glass of champagne in your hand was already empty again as you bit the inside of your mouth so hard you were afraid the sensitive flesh was gonna bleed. One arm crossed over your body in an introverted manner while you leaned against the cold marble bar counter behind you. Feeling stupid for having put on your fancy lingerie, stupid for wearing the short black dress that you nearly suffocated in and even more stupid that you had come there despite knowing it wasn’t gonna end well.

You watched as your husband was all smiles and giggles as he chatted with the Formula 1 elite. All of them suited up and with a drink in their hands. The drivers all clearly hated this but it was part of the job. These were the people that brought the money, so it was of course expected for everyone to be nice. When you awaited for the waiter to refill what seemed like your millionth glass of champagne your attention fell to the lounge area, seeing some drivers had accumulated there, most of them with their girlfriend or wife by their side.

It made your stomach twist with embarrassment. Seeing how Max had his arms wrapped around his partner Kelly and how a clearly tired Carlos was resting his head on his girlfriend Isas shoulder. All seemingly living the same life as you but just being better at it. You blushed as you realized your staring hadn’t gone unnoticed, feeling the eyes of a certain brown haired Monégasque linger on you. The young man shooting you a friendly smile as his hands played with the glass in his hand.

It was the week of the Miami grand prix and you hadn’t enjoyed your stay in the states so far. Even if you had just arrived less then twenty four hours ago, it had been very unpleasant to say the least. But maybe it wasn’t the places fault, everything was perfect here after all. Or so it seemed.

„Here you go.“ the bartender handed you another glass of champagne, as you had decided to stick to the sparkling beverage. Knowing how bad things could get if you opted for something stronger or started mixing different alcohols. This was merely to not upset your stomach but also get you drunk enough to forget your worries. You gave the waiter a small nod before mumbling a short thank you as you brought the rim of glass to your lips, your bracelet on your wrist jingling with your every movement. Your eyes travelled through the room again as a sigh left your lips. God, how was it always you that ended up at the bar totally alone?

„Enjoying the bar all by yourself I see.“ you turned your head to the right, checking who had just approached you. But even just the strong french accent had given it away as you stared at the brown haired guy who had a big smile on his lips, ever so perfectly showcasing his dimples. You smiled before taking another sip as you just looked at him watching your every movement „Yes but it’s good champagne at least.“

Charles shook his head, chuckling before turning to the bar and ordering himself a drink. He then hopped up onto the bar chair, causing you to raise your eyebrows. Was he really here to give you company? In a way it was sweet but also incredibly sad as you figured how pathetic you must look. But the Ferrari driver didn’t even give you much time to think about it as he signaled you to sit down as well. You did so, readjusting your short dress a little as you took place on the high bar chair. Charles eyes fell onto your legs while you did so and you could tell he was holding his breath in before brushing it off and asking „Enjoying Miami so far?“

„Mhm.“ you nodded, resting your arms on the counter top „It’s very nice, the place I mean.“

Charles furrowed his brows, the sad tone in your voice obviously didn’t go unnoticed to him. He could feel the eyes of his friends in the lounge on him, all of them wondering what the hell the young guy was trying to do. But he didn’t really care about what people thought. He had always liked you, even just from the few times he had gotten to talk to you. For a long time it was almost impossible to catch you alone, which had of course intimidated him. He wasn’t gonna risk anyone in the paddock having a personal vendetta against him, especially not the guy that called himself your husband. But things had changed lately and it didn’t go unnoticed to the Monégasque guy, that you seemingly spent more time standing in the corner all alone than usual.

„Yes, of course the place is nice.“ Charles chuckled, not really content with your answer „But what about you? Are you enjoying yourself?“

Charles saw as you wanted to say something but then decided against it. He also noticed your head turning around and looking through the room as if you were searching someone. And when you didn’t find him, your whole expression changed. Suddenly the guy found you to be much more relaxed and talkative. You two talked for nearly an hour as the place was starting to empty out. He would never forget the sound of you laughter and the feeling of your hand on his knee when you tried to calm yourself.

„He seriously said that?“ you wiped the corner of your eyes, having cried literal tears from lauging too hard.

„Yes! I swear!“ the young guy laughed, as he watched you closely. The room almost completely empty with only the two of you and people starting to clean up. Only now you noticed how nice this bar was, with the chandeliers and all the details on the walls. Finishing your champagne as you had calmed yourself a little, you ran your hands through your tangled hair.

„I may or not have to go.“ you sighed, looking at the time on your phone „Its past midnight and I’m gonna have to go back to the hotel.“

Charles lips turned into a frown as he noticed your heel playing with his chair. Your naked leg basically intertwined with his. Was this a sign? God the young guy felt scared to do what he did next but he just had to; he nervously placed his hand on your naked thigh as your eyes fell onto him. You held your breath at the sudden touch, almost giving you goosebumps. His hand travelled higher up when he saw you didn’t disobey and finally his fingers played with the hem of your short dress.

„Please don’t go.“ the young guy whispered his fingers now confidently wandering under your dress. You quickly grabbed his wrist stopping his movements as you were already a little flustered. Charles almost looked sad when you did so, thinking you had just rejected him but your next words surprised the guy „Charles, not here.“

The feeling of being pressed against the hard wall behind you was enough to drive you crazy as you remembered the last time you felt this excited with your fingers buried in Charles hair as he eagerly attacked the skin on your neck with kisses. You wrapped you leg around him trying to pull him closer into you. You couldn’t even feel the cold bathroom wall against your back as you felt this incredible rush go through your body. Charles hands roaming your body, before resting on your hips. He pulled away from you, grasping for air as he looked at you with puffy lips and messy hair „Are you sure about this mon amour?“

God how would you even resist at a sight like that. You nodded and next thing you knew Charles guided you to wrap your second leg around him as you jumped up and put your arms around his neck, your face only inches away from his. The young guy carried you over to the bathroom sink before putting you down on the flat marble surface. He placed his lips onto yours softly again before quickly undressing himself from his blazer, dropping it to the ground as he started unzipping your dress while you unbuckled his belt. Much quicker in undressing you let his pants drop down to the floor. As Charles felt your hand on his lower stomach, playing with the the hem of his underwear he stopped in his track „Wait!“

You froze pulling away from him confused, had you done something wrong? Judging from his hard on that couldn’t be the case. Charles grabbed your left hand with out another word. He then held it up, signaling you what his problem was. You raised your eyebrows sending him a challenging look „Just take it off then.“

Charles didn’t need anything else as he tried to take of the silver ring on your finger with his hand. When he realized that didn’t work he quickly put his mouth use. Taking your finger in his mouth before carefully pulling off the ring with his teeth. Was he trying to test you? You knew you where supposed to feel bad about this, guilty even. This was the worst thing anyone could do but somehow it made you feel incredibly; good.

Your ring was placed onto the sink next to you before Charles started roughly pulling up your dress, not even bothering unzipping it anymore as it revealed your black lingerie. The Ferrari driver chuckled shaking his head at the sight of it as you could feel him press against your thigh. You looked down as you felt his thumb press against your lips before he grabbed your chin „You were planing on this, huh?“

Rolling your eyes you shook your head before biting your lips; guys and their ego. You put your hands onto his lower stomach again before now going a step further and pulling them down. Charles now feeling challenged by this and wanting to keep the upper hand, quickly and roughly did the same to you before without hesitation putting his fingers onto your private area. He teased you by running his fingers through your folds, feeling how wet you were, giving him exactly what you wanted „I bet I can make you cum with just my fingers.“

You chuckled shaking your head, as you tried not to go insane at his teasing touches. Your hand now wrapped around his cock without a warning as the guy took a sharp breath in. You smirked before whispering into his ear„I bet I can do it faster.“

He looked down at your hand as he closed his eyes for a second, knowing he was fucked. With how worked up he was he wasn't gonna last long. But Charles was extremely competitive so he of course agreed to the stupid challenge and next thing you knew he entered one of his fingers into you, slowly pumping in and out. One soon turned into two and then into three as his other hand stared rubbing circles against your clit.

„Fuck.“ you whimpered, already at his mercy. Somehow you managed to pump your own hand still wrapped around him up and down, even if it was hard to coordinate. Charles groaned before pressing his lips onto yours, your head pressed against the bathroom mirror. His movements remaining steady.

„Charles.“ you now moaned, feeling his hand against you with each of the pumps. He really knew what he was doing and you couldn’t remember the last time you actually felt like this. It wasn’t like your sex life was dead but once you start to resent someone it’s hard to enjoy the sex part. Did you actually just say you resent your husband? God what was this guy doing to you.

„You’re fucking crazy.“ Charles groaned, feeling the familiar feeling rush through his body. He couldn’t cum before you though so he picked up his pace, making you throw you head back as you were a moaniing mess. A satisfying smirk placed on the young guys face but next thing he knew cum started dripping down his shaft right onto your hand. That was enough to put you over the edge and with your head thrown back and your husband opponents fingers buried inside of you, you reached that sweet high you had been longing for. And Charles did so at the exact same time. Resting his hand on the mirror next to you, as he came all over your thighs. He closed his eyes, catching his breath before wordlessly pulling his fingers out of you.

The brown haired guy pulled up his underwear and pants before grabbing some tissues and starting to clean up your thighs. You were taken aback by the sweet gesture, not used to this kind of affection after sex. But somehow the young guy made sure you were all cleaned up, before pulling up your panties. You watched him with furrowed brows closely as he readjusted your dress, his look so concentrated. When Charles was done he looked up at you, seeing your confused gaze

„What?“ the guy chuckled, not understanding what he had done wrong. But you just shrugged your shoulders shaking your head, not wanting to ruin the moment with your own insecurities. You then hopped down the sink and just when you wanted to unlock the door, the Monégasque guy grabbed your upper arm agins. He turned you around looking down at you before pressing a soft kiss onto your lips again, as his hands brushed down your hair „Now let’s get you home.“

The next morning you woke up with a pounding headache. Memories of what happened the night before flooding your brain. God, what had you done? Seeing your husband had already left for practice you took your time to get ready. The only thought on your mind while showering being a certain brown haired guy. Still wondering what this now meant. But even if it had been wrong, it had felt so good to be wanted and treated with respect.

You were also dreading going to the paddock because when you had gotten back to the hotel late last night your husband wasn’t exactly pleased. Allthough he had already been sleeping when you laid down next to him he hit you with a „We‘ll talk about this tomorrow.“

So with an eery feeling in your stomach you made your way to the Miami gardens. Not wanting him to get more upset with you than he probably already was. You had put on a white two piece and kept hair and makeup fairly simple. Maybe it was your unconsciousness trying to make you look as innocent as possible. But you felt like guilt was written all over your face when you stepped out off your Uber. Using your badge to get past security but most of them already recognizing you.

A couple of teams where already done practicing for the first session on this Friday morning. So passed a couple of familiar faces all of them smiling at you bit not daring to say anything. It had always made you feel like kind of an outsider. Even the drivers girlfriends seemed to have a shared dislike for you, which you just couldn’t understand. But then again it was probably more of an issue with your husband than you. You also walked past the Ferrari home but Charles didn’t seem to be there. It was probably better, after all you shouldn’t think about him. You were here to support your husband.

„Y/n!“ a familiar voice yelled after you, making you cringe internally. You turned around to look at the older guy with the mercedes logo on his his chest.

„Toto!“ you gave him a fake smile as he furrowed his eyebrows, wondering why you had just wanted to pass the mercedes hospitality. You hadn’t wanted to talk to anyone, so you had been heading towards the stands but that was now not gonna happened.

„Tell me, Y/n. What the hell have you done to Lewis?“ Toto chuckled, shaking his head. You couldn’t tell if it was a joke or not but the mention of your husband‘s name alone made you wanna throw up. The gravity of what you had done hitting you.

„What- What do you mean?“ you stuttered, nervously fidgeting with your bag, glad you had choosen to wear sunglasses or else Toto would have probably noticed something was up right away. The Mercedes boss looked at you critically, he had never seen you this uneasy. Normally you had always been calm and relaxed but today there was something else going on.

„The guy's totally out of it today. Yelling at people and driving terribly.“ Toto explained, earning a sigh from you. Lewis could be so moody sometimes it was one of the things you absolutely despised about him. Every little thing you‘d do could cause him to go off like a little child throwing a tantrum. But it had been even worse since he had lost the championship last year, actually that’s when your marriage had started to go downhill. Your husband just was incredibly narcissist and everything was about him all the time. Or at least that’s how you felt.

„Alright.“ you just shrugged your shoulders, actually not really caring wheter or not Lewis was doing well. You had stopped caring about him winning after last year, seeing how incredibly dependent his happiness was on the stupid competition. It was an incredible turn off seeing him do things that weren’t sportsmanship like at all when racing against Max. And the things he had said, even to you, you weren’t ever gonna forget it. It made you hate this goddamn sport so much.

The look on Totos face was one of confusion and also disappointment as he tried to find the right words to say, just now realizing how bad it stood for Lewis and you. But there wasn’t enough time for him to say something because soon enough your husband walked onto the paddock, wearing his race wear and looking absolutely done as he drank his water while people were stood all around him, handing him towels and acting like he was some sort of god. Behind him followed none other than Charles, who hair was sticking down to his forehead as he clearly struggled under the warm Miami sun. Charles looked rather startled, and even when his eyes fell on you his expression didn’t change much.

„Lewis!“ Toto yelled his arms crossed as Lewis caught up to you. He looked at you behind Toto, not acknowledging you much at all „What the hell happened? It’s not even been five minutes!“

Lewis sighed, taking of his headset as he wiped some sweat of his forehead ignoring all the cameras around him. He looked at Toto with a clenched jaw, mad the guy hadn’t been there to communicate with him over the radio when he needed him „Me and Charles touched and I spun before I went into the wall.“

Toto stomped the ground angrily, making you flinch a little. You just hoped Charles was okay and not hurt, knowing how scary crashes could get. But the Mercedes boss was more than mad by now, feeling Lewis was being reckless „This is free practice Lewis! What the fuck are you doing driving so close to one another!“

„It was his fault! He‘s super competitive and drove up on me way to closely, leaving me no space to break!“ Lewis defended himself, making sure that no one heard him. Toto didn’t even really listen to him, he just turned around and gave you one last look as if he was trying to say that this was all your fault before walking off into the motor home. You watched him leave, awkwardly bouncing on your legs as Lewis stood beside you mustering you as he drank out his straw.

„Where were you last night?“ there it was, the question you had been avoiding to hear. You looked at your husband , biting the inside of your mouth. Thoughts traveling through your mind, what if he already knew? What would happen if he found out?

„I stayed at the bar a little longer.“ you shrugged your shoulders crossing your arms. He wasn’t one to talk after all, he had literally just left without you. Not even asking if you wanted to come with him. Lewis looked at you critically, not knowing wheter or not not he believed you. He knew you very well after all or at least he thought he did "It’s not like it really matters Lewis, right? Just focus on racing-"

„Of course it matters to me when my wife gets home in the middle of the night with zero explanation.“ Lewis muttered under his breath taking a step towards you. Great, he was angry again. This could only end well. You clenched your jaw, rolling your eyes, luckily your glasses prevented Lewis from seeing so.

„I just told you why.“ you insisted, staying calm so he wouldn’t flip out. Sometimes it felt like Lewis didn’t even listen to you, like he had his mind and opinions all made up. You shifted on your feet as felt uncomfortable by all the glares on you. Your eyes wandering the paddock as everyone was noisy and wanted to know what the seven time world champion was seemingly so mad about. Your eyes fell on Charles, who was watching you with crossed arms as he sat in front of the Ferrari motor sport home. He looked mad for some reason.

„Why are you looking at everyone but me?“ Lewis now spat out, clearly frustrated with how distant you seemed to be. You shot Lewis a death stare, shaking your head. People were watching and this was incredibly inappropriate.

„Lewis please.“ you sighed but the older guy didn’t listen, instead he just shook his head before angrily walking away. You were left feeling humiliated and embarrassed as you tried to resist the urge to cry. A breakdown in front of these people who had seemingly hated you all along was literally the last thing you needed. So you took up all your courage taking a deep breath in before starting to head towards the exit again.

Charles had watched what seemed like a altercation between Lewis and you while he resisted the urge to go off at some of the Ferrari mechanics who were making fun of it.

„Seems like there‘s trouble in paradise.“ one of the guys in the red suits chuckled, clearly enjoying the sight of their opponent struggling. Charles took a deep breath in as he continued to listen to the disgusting conversation.

„Yes, I always disliked her though.“ the other guy stated, watching you with crossed arms „I mean she has to be out of it if she married that prick.“

„Can you shut up?“ Charles now interrupted the two, not wanting to hear anything else. Earning some confused looks by the mechanics Charles got off his chair. His body still aching a little from his collision with Lewis.

When he saw you take off he contemplated wheter or not to follow you. You looked sad and upset to say the least and he knew he had to be very discreet about it.Pacing up and down as he readjusted his messy hair and when he saw you disappear into the main building he decided it be okay for him to go after you. He excused himself, telling the mechanics he‘d get something to eat and walked off rather quickly. Knowing he‘d have to rush if he still wanted to catch you.

When he made it to the main building he looked around the hallway for any sight of you and to his luck he saw you stand there and lean against the wall. The Ferrari driver did on last check to see if anyone was watching and when he saw it was just the two of you, he approached you. He felt nervous, the confidence he had last night seemingly having disappeared into thin air. Little did Charles know that you felt the exact same way when you saw him. Without alcohol in your system and even slightly hungover it felt weird.

„Y/n.“ the guy mumbled finally caught up with you as you leaned against the blank white walls, next to the empty reception. This building that worked as a back entrance for all working for Formula 1 was empty all over, giving one an eery feeling when walking in the hollow halls. Charles didn’t know what to do with his hand, resorting in him awkwardly scratching the back of his neck.

„Charles.“ you shot him a weak smile, sensing he was just as nervous as you. It was really endearing seeing the young guy this worked up, barely getting out words.

„I-I…“ he now stuttered, causing you to raise your eyebrows in order to signal him you wanted to know what he was trying to get across. „Are- Are you okay?“

You knew he was asking because he saw Lewis and you. Or better; Lewis yelling at you. This is exactly what you had always been afraid of, being nothing but a side character in someones life. But how could it be different, of course everything was about Lewis. All about Lewis, all the time.

„I am now.“ you stated, looking into Charles eyes. It still struck you that you hadn’t noticed how beautiful he was till last night. You had of course always thought he was a handsome guy but something was different now. It’s like you could actually see him. Charles could see it in your eyes, the way you looked at him. It made him feel incredible, like he had all the power in the world. So it only came natural that not even a second later he had his hand gripping on your waist as he smashed his lips onto your eagerly. Taken a back at first, you gave in after a couple of seconds. The kiss esger and rough but somehow still passionate, something you weren’t used to.

You whimpered feeling his tongue enter your mouth as his hands roamed your body, making you feel squirmy. Charles chuckled at the sound, pulling away and looking at you mischievously „Already?“ he asked as you punched his shoulder playfully. He knew you were at his ease and he absolutely loved it.

You reconnected your lips for a short second before backing away once more and whispering „Meet me outside at midnight.“

Charles was pacing up and down his hotel room, impatiently waiting for the clock to strike midnight. He felt nervous, checking his reflection in the mirror for the hundredth time as he readjusted his hair again. His white button up hanging loosely, revealing his toned chest. He thought about you. How incredible you were and how he couldn’t understand how Lewis could be stupid enough not to see it.

That was one more thing, normally one is supposed to feel some kind of guilt but Charles didn’t at all. He couldn’t have cared less about the man who called himself your husband.And yes that was possibly because Lewis treated you like garbage in his eyes.

You slid out from under the sheets, Lewis asleep next to you. As you grabbed the shoes closest to you before looking back on last time. Thinking, if he just got up now, if he just saw you for once, then maybe you’d stay. But Lewis didn’t get up and a few seconds later you were wandering the empty hotel halls in nothing but your black silk nightgown and high heels. Knowing you were about to do something you could never take back.

Charles had his Ferrari parked outside your hotel, when leaving the building you earned a weird look from the nightclerk but you just ignored it. Walking into the pitch black night as the air hit your face. Surprised that it was still a little fresh out even if it was already May.

The look you earned from the Monégasque guy could only be described as one of disbelief. Charles resisted to say something as he drove off with you in his car. The Ferrari driver drove what seemed like forever as he headed to some hotel he had booked a little out of town. Much more lowkey then the place he was probably staying at. But you knew you couldn’t risk anyone seeing you.

Entering the room you were surprised by the sight. It seemed like the young guy had driven out here ahead of time and prepared a setting that reminded you of those in movies. Rose petals spread all over the floor as millions of candles where lit around the room, resulting in not even needing light. And on the bed there was a tray with champagne and glasses.

„You did this?“ you asked turning around to look at the guy closing the door behind him. Charles turned around smiling like a little kid but the continuing to shrug it off like it’s no big deal.

„Yes, whatever.“ he scratched the back of his neck looking at you as he studied your expression while you looked around the room in awe. Unsure of wheter or not you liked it he whispered „Is it too much?“

This caused a chuckle to leave your lips, confusing the poor guy even more. Turning towards him as you slowly approached him before wrapping your hands around his neck. The sent of his cologne filling you with bliss, as you looked deep into his eyes before smiling „No, it’s perfect.“

Charles could have sworn he heard your voice tremble a little. Feeling relieved you were just as emotionally invested in this as him. He then continued to gently pull you close to him by grabbing your waist, his eyes still lost in yours before falling on your lips. Licking his own before he slowly leaned in. The kiss was different than the other ones you shared, resembling more the goodbye one he gave you just a night before. You never wanted it to stop, relaxing into it as you sighed. Charles then continued kissing all the way down your jaw to your neck and then collarbone. You threw your head back as his hands buried themselves in your hair.

After a little while you couldn’t handle the sweet teasing any longe so you started stumbling towards the bed, holding him by his collar gently. You put you lips back onto his eagerly roaming your hands over your body before finally ending up at his belt. Starting to unbuckle it Charles pulled away breathlessy „Wait!“ the brown haired guy chuckled causing you to furrow your eyebrows.

„What?“ you whispered basically painting for air and once again Charles took your hand and held it up. But when you both looked at it, you realized you weren’t even wearing your wedding ring at all. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion but decided to just forget about it, you had probably just forgotten it in the shower or somewhere.

„Alright then.“ Charles smirked, satisfied with the little thing tying you to Lewis already being out the picture. He continued to kiss you, laying you down onto the bed underneath him as he hovered above you, running his fingers against your bare leg. Before you knew the guy had taken off his pants, while you worked on unbuttoning his shirt. It didn’t take long and you were laying there in just your underwear, ever so slightly shivering every time his fingers grazed your skin. With on swift motion he unclasped your bra behind your back and slid it of you ever so smoothly. A wave of insecurity hit you as you held your arms over your chest, feeling exposed as you looked at the guy above you. Charles shook his head, furrowing his eyebrows.

„Don’t do that.“ he whispered, removing your arms from your chest and pinning them to your sides in a non forceful manner. He looked down at you naked underneath him, his eyes sparkling „Your absoluetly beautiful. No need to hide mon amour.“

He placed his fingers between your breast and ran down between your chest, all the way to your lower stomach as he played with the hem of your lacy panties. Although you had technically seen one another naked an intimate once before, this felt much more real and not just a spur of the moment thing. You wanted this and he did too.

Charles then continued to slowly pull down your underwear, while mustering your expression. You bit your lips as you felt his hard on press against your thigh through the material of his underwear. It didn’t take long and his lips were connected with yours again as his index and middle finger started teasing your clit. At first very slow and sensual but picking up his pace as your moans got louder.

„Charles.“ you moaned, somehow feeling very natural to say his name „Please.“

The Monégasque guy chuckled, not stopping once but only getting faster as the sounds of your moans made his erection twitch in his pants. He pulled away from you, looking down at your puffy lips „I need you to say what you want mon amour.“

„You know what.“ you sighed rolling your eyes, your fingers digging into his back. You swore you could have cum right there and then. But you didn’t want to. Ignoring the feeling in your stomach as Charles geve you a challenging look „I want you to fuck me.“

Without hesitation Charles stopped his movement. The blunt choice of your words being enough to put him over edge. In what felt like not even a second and his own underwear was thrown to the ground as he hovered above you once again. Wrapping one of your leg around him as you pulled him hinto your body, his cock pressing against your pulsing clit. You felt him align himself against your entrance, his tips teasing your wet folds.

He was fidgety and squirmy, something you hadn’t yet noticed him to be. But you found it endearing and as one would say; sweet.

„Are you sure?“ he whispered one last time as you gave him a quick nod „Yes.“

Ever so slowly you could feel him enter you. His cock stretching your insides as your walls tightened around him. Waves of sensations flooding through your entire body as you felt him stop for a second, allowing you to relax . After you did so he continued to push in all the way. You whimpered biting your lips and Charls took that as his clue to reconnect your lips. As he started moving in and out of you slowly.

His hands roaming your body as you tried to comprehend all the feelings that you felt. Realizing just how much you missed having sex like this. With actual passion and care. Your moans becoming louder as Charles picked up the pace as you gripped onto the skin of his bare back. Charles panting himself as he kept on whispering sweet nothings into your ear. As you felt that familiar sensation build up in your stomach, deciding to wait till Charles himself was there.

It only took him a couple more seconds until you felt him twitch inside you, pulling out of you quickly as he came onto your once again. Coming down from your high you chuckled seeeing how much of a mess the guy had made, sweat glistening on his forehead as he looked up at you. A smirk forming on his lips as he looked up at you „I think this might become our new thing.“

That night would change your life forever. Not just of what you had done but the fact that your husband had gotten a call from the host of the Formula 1 event a couple of days ago claiming they had found his wifes wedding ring in the mens restrooms. The guy had to legally refuse to inform Lewis of how he knew it was yours but god he had the urge to share what he saw on cctv that night.

There was no doubt in Lewis mind that you had done something wrong and when you came home early that morning wearing only your nightgown and a guys button up, reeking of mens cologne and stumbling straight into the bathroom he knew what had happened. Lewis didn’t react though, wondering who the hell you had went to see. It struck him as odd that you weren’t even trying to cover your trail. Being super obvious about it, like you wanted him to know. It made him angry to think about you being with someone else. Who was it? Was it just a guy you had met here in Miami? Why would you throw away your whole marriage for that. For someone you barely knew. But the seven time world champion would go on to pretend like nothing happened the next days. He‘d take you out dor dinner and be the best husband he could possibly be. In hopes you‘d feel bad about your actions.

Race day came around and Charles was trying to concentrate on racing. But it was hard as he could only think about you, wondering how you were and what you were doing. He hadn’t heard anything from you since it happened an it confused him even more that Lewis had literally posted an instagram story of you with him at dinner last night, clearly showing you off. Like you were as happy as ever. It left the Ferrari driver doubting on how broken your marriage really was. It didn’t look all bad after all.

Everyone had always felt like you were unapproachable and it was mostly Lewis fault. Other drivers had told Charles to stay away from you as the British guy apparently had real jealousy problems. But Charles felt like it was unfair for everyone to just write you off because of your husband. You were your own person after all. That was part of the reason why he had approached you at the bar. He wanted to get to really know you, not the idea everyone had of you. And it left him with an uneasy feeling once he realized that he maybe liked the real version of you a little too much. Having opened up to him like you did the other night.

But with Lewis and you seemingly having made up, Charles felt like you were avoiding him. You had ignored his texts after practice and had walked straight past him this morning. And after Charles just couldn’t handle his worries any longer he decided to just ask. He approached the Mercedes motor home taking of his headset starting P2 today and really proud of himself. People there just ignored him busy with work, so he just passed them walking into the hospitality.

His eyes scanning the room looking for you but instead landing on the guy he had such a strong disliking for when he spotted him in a corner talking to you. Lewis seemingly was mad about something as he pacing up and down the room furiously. While you just stood there with teary eyes, leaning against the wall. Charles contemplated wheter or not to do something and as he approached the briton he could finally hear what was going on.

„No Y/n!“ Lewis spat out, ignoring Charles presence „That’s not the point!“

Your eyes fell onto Charles, holding your breath. What was he doing in here? Wiping the corner of your eyes, not wanting him to see you cry. You didn’t want to seem weak, especially not in front of someone like Charles who you adored so much. Having resisted the urge to answer his messages the past 24 hour, feeling like it was unfair to pull him into your mess. And it had seemed like Lewis was finally happy again here in Miami. He had taken you out for dinner last night and it was actually fun. It reminded you of the good old times you two used to have before everything got complicated. He was your Lewis again. The Lewis you had fallen in love with. But today something had switched. He was angry and mad at you from the second you woke up. Every thing you did rubbing him the wrong way.

Lewis of course noticed your eyes falling onto the Monégasque guy and ignoring him in return. It pissed him off, seeing that the Ferrari driver was also literally staring at you. He had enough shit going on, he didn’t need to bother with him right now. He turned towards Charles with raised eyebrows before muttering „What’s up Leclerc?“

Charles sensed Lewis was tense but it didn’t stop his concerns for you. He decided someone had to finally confront Lewis about his behavior. It wasn’t okay. The young guy sent you an apologetic look before looking at Lewis „Why is she crying?“

Lewis clenched his jaw, looking back at you ad you tried to wipe the tears continuing to drop down your cheeks „She’s not.“

„Yes, she’s clearly upset about something.“ Charles insisted, his accent strong as he tried to talk some sense into the guy. How could Lewis not feel bad for you? After all you had been with him for so long. Through everything allways by his side.

„Even if she is, it’s not your business!“ Lewis hissed, taking a step towards the young guy. It striked him as odd that the stranger seemingly was worried about you. Lewis was hit with a wave of male cologne, making him atop in his tracks. Charles nagging voice faded to the back of his head as all he could hear was ringing. His driving suit suddenly way too tight allowing him no chance to breath as all blood left his head.

„No, I think you can’t just throw public spectacles like this and expect no conceque…“ Charles went on as your eyes fell on your husband, who was unusually quiet. When you noticed Lewis stand there almost frozen and pale you knew something had to be wrong. Wiping your tears as you rushed to your husband in worry, standing between him an the Ferrari driver.

Charles stopped his rant as he watched the scene infront of him, seeing you grab Lewis face asking if he was okay. Seemingly scared he was gonna literally pass out by the looks of it. He crossed his arms as he felt his stomach twist. Was he actually jealous of a married womans husband?

Lewis took his time, looking back and forth between you and Charles. Trying to put two and two together. But as he saw the look on the brown haired guys face as he stared at you, he knew his suspicions were confirmed. Clenching his jaw and refusing the urge to go and punch Charles straight into the face he looked at you.

„Lewis.“ you whispered, realizing what had just happened here.

„You took off your wedding ring.“ Lewis muttered, not taking his eyes of you once as you let go of his face in your hands.

„Do you really want me to have to say it?“ you mumbled, swallowing your tears as your whole body was shaking.

„I don’t.“ Lewis shook his head before looking up at Charles „I highly suggest you leave now. You’re not going to get near her ever again.“

Charles was speechless, looking for any sort of reaction from you. But when he looked at your face his heart was torn into literal pieces. Seeing you send him an apologetic look before he turned around and walked off. Realizing after all; it was just an affair.

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i think childe and diluc would both be super quick to bust a nut because diluc is an emotionally constipated repressed victorian damsel and childe is just a horny mess that gets way too excited and into it lmao

EMOTIONALLY CONSTIPATED REPRESSED VICTORIAN DAMSEL pls don't do my man lije that ;;

But yes i agree😭 diluc is a big fat virgin, he never wanted to have a relationship bc he's angsty and due to the whole darknight hero business he swore to himself that he'll never bond with anyone because he doesn't want to put a potential partner at risk, be it the abyss order or fatui he just can't take the risk.

Well...unfortunately it turned out that the task was failed succesfully the second he met you and fell in love with you! And you can just imagine what 20+ years of repressed feelings can do to a man. He was so flustered and so so goddamn pent up when you finally fell into bed, the lovely flush on your face and the look of sheer adoration in your eyes just adding to the feeling and...well, the moment he bottomed out his eyes went wide and the moan that he let out was angelic to your ears but you couldn't help the surprised noise that left your lips when you felt the thick stream of cum shooting inside of you combined with diluc's desperate little thrusts to get even deeper you couldn't help but clench around him which only prolonged the pathetic moan of your partner.

After diluc finally came down from his high he kinda just...curled up around you and hid his face into your neck bc of the shame💔 of course you quickly reasurred him that it was perfectly normal and you're quite flattered that he finds you so hot that he cums just by bottoming out. After that you let him and yourself calm down a bit before slowly coaxing him into action; this time your lovemaking lasted well into the night and left you both deliciously tired and spent but deeply satisfied♡

With childe on the other hand it's a completely different story💀 on his mind are only four things: you, battle, good food and sex and each and every one of those things gets him hard and leaking in his pants, especially a good fight.

More often than not he stumbles into your home still bloody and rough looking, adrenaline still pumping in his veins, his eyes have a crazed look in them and when you calm down a bit from the initial shock you can see his dick clearly creating a massive tent in his pants looking like it was ready to burst open💔

Before you could say a thing ajax was already on you, kissing you savagely, all teeth and tongue. He hoisted you up on the table and yanked your dress up so he could have easy access to his favorite part of you.

You already knew the drill, a tingle deep in your belly as you felt your lover tear down his pants and shove his thick cock inside you and almost immediately feeling the hot gush of seed inside you, childe almost bellowing at the feeling of release inside his little love, still thrusting his hips into overstimulation to coax out even more cum. After the first orgasm you know he'll be much calmer but not less savage and agressive in his lovemaking; you know that you'll spend the rest of the evening and night fucking all over the house in all kinds of positions like animals but honestly? This childe, the feral side of him, was perfect to you, and since you loved your darling fiance so much you couldn't just leave him high amd dry right?♡

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dior-and-dietcoke · 2 years

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───𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑!

BONTENS BABY

TAKEOMI + BIMBO!READER

18+, age gap (20+49 with takeomi's oldass), handjob, dirty talk, DUBCON, use of "daddy, princess, baby", mentions of alcohol, takeomi is smoking, omi is a really, really soft dom

Took a little bit too long for me to actually finish this but I got it done now

All chars are over 18 ⊹ reader's skin color is not mentioned ⊹ mdni

Right when you were done with the shower, koko ordered you to take it. You heard the door open and close, and you knew takeomi must be home.

You put a towel over your body and hopped out to run down the hall and arrive in the living room where takeomi was already sitting and lighting himself a cigarette but failing, cursing "shitty fuckin lighter..fuck."

He groaned and threw his head back and saw you, standing in the doorway behind him. "Oh, hey." He said dryly.

You pouted and walked over to him, swiftly grabbing the lighter out of his hand on lighting it up for him. Takeomi looked up at you with slight hesitation as you looked at him with the slightest smirk on your face.

But he gave in with a sigh and a quick tug of his eyebrows, and went in to let you light his cigarette..

you smiled and gave him his shitty lighter back, but luckily you knew how those worked again, because you were used to lighting those delinquents' cigs back in school since you hung around them a lot along with your gals. You smirked at him again once he looked back up at you

"what?" He asked. To which you responded with a giggled "I'm your bitch now."

He choked and coughed. "What??" You laughed "because I lit your cig, dummy!" He looked at you and then laughed in realization of what you meant. It brought him back to his teenage years as a delinquent where that was a saying he actually heard a lot.

"Yeah, I guess so." You sat on the couchs' armrest to be sitting super close to the older man. "How old are you, by the way?" You asked curiously, cocking your head to the side and leaning on your arm to look down on him "too old for ya" he casually said, with a teeny tiny hint of melancholy.

"How old" you pryed.

"Fourtynine, doll." He replied, and your stomach flipped as you bit your lip. SUDDENLY, HE WAS EVEN HOTTER!!

"y-you're..fourty..nine?" You were going crazy right now, just like your pussy. Your pussy was basically talking for you "yeah. Fourtynine.." he repeated, slightly taken aback by your weird reaction.

"That's so hot, omi"

he choked again. Did you actually say that or was he just getting really old? "What did you say?" He asked confused, you got closer and kissed his temple

"I said, you're hot. Did you forget to take your meds today, old daddy?" He was inclined to be mad at your dumb comment, but he couldn't help but suddenly be entranced by you and your sultry eyes. "You like..older men?"

"Yes" you answered obviously. Takeomi gasped as you suddenly swung your legs over his and sat ontop of his. and he could swear he saw a little bit of your cunt. He froze, but he wasn't appalled. Not at all, he was hard.

"Have you ever been with a girl like me?"

He raised his eyebrow, confused at your question. You sighed

"A twenty-something year old."

You said a little more clearly. Takeomis eyes widened. "You're.. a baby" he laughed and took another drag of his cigarette, trying to distract himself that you're basically 30 years younger than him, you could be his fucking daughter AND sitting ontop of him basically naked.

"I could be your baby~" you giggled and lowered yourself to sit on his lap, you let out the tiniest gasp once you felt the hard on in his jeans and takeomi rolled his eyes "listen, I can't controll that, it has nothing to do with—hha.." he cut himself by his own strangled moan as you began to grind your hips and exposed pussy down on him

"Fuck.."

He gasped again and threw his head back as his hips pathetically bucked against you.

"Do you want me to be your baby? Huh, daddy?" Your hands gripped both of his strong shoulders as you started to grind more on him with a steady rhythm.

Takeomi huffed and looked at your pretty face again, framed by your pretty and wet hair. He lost it he was a weak man.

"Fuck, yes. I do, I do, okay?" He begged and took ahold of your wide hips. "Can I touch you then, daddy?" He tensed up at the nickname and just nodded.

You smiled and unzipped his jeans, you pulled them down just enough so his cock could get out.

It was surprisingly big and..pretty. but then again, takeomi himself was a pretty man, for his age. he definitely did not age bad.

He saw you staring and felt a bit of pride swell in his chest, he was glad he could impress you, a bratty, spoiled rotten little girl.

"You always get what you want don't you?" Takeomi huffed as he grinned up at you grabbing his cock in your hand, your fingers were barely touching once you wrapped your hand around it. "Fuck"

"Pretty girls should always get what they want, don'tcha think, daddy?" You giggled and kissed his cheek. "Yes, princess.." takeomi was now completely yours, he just agreed with anything you said as long as you keep on looking at him with your pretty eyes and your hand around his cock.

Takeomi gasped as you slid your thumb through his leaking slit "you're—" he gasped again, as you moved your hand back yo his shaft, slowly jerking him off.

"You're really pretty.." he complimented, bucking his hips into your touch. You smiled and got closer to his face "and you're really handsome, daddy" you whispered before pressing your lips against takeomis slightly chapped, but still comfortable lips.

You sped the swift movement of your hand up, making takeomi moan against your mouth. You gave omi needy, open-mouthed kisses before shoving your tongue in his mouth. He tasted like cigarettes and alcohol, nothing you minded, though.

Takeomis free hand slid from your hips to your ass. Feeling the soft and exposed flesh between his fingers, you let a little moan slip that made takeomi feel a little more comfortable in what he was doing.

"Does that feel good?" He asked before putting his cigarette back to his lips but hissed before he could take a drag of the cig.

"Mhmm," you moaned and jerked him off faster, creating a lewd wet sound every time your hand moved up and down.

Omi began moaning louder as you felt him throb in your hand "fuck, m' gonna cum..fuck, fuck!"

You started to smile and bite your bottom lip as omi's head tilted back onto the couch, moaning and huffing while his hips bucked into your hand, and his squeezing your ass tighter.

"C'mere, kiss me," he moaned and leaned down to roughly kiss him until he came all over your hand and his shirt. "Fuckk.." he breathed, and you kissed his sharp jawline gently as your clean hand massaged one of his shoulders to calm him down a bit. "Fuck that was good.." he chuckled

"It was just a handjob, daddy." You giggled and stood back up "Should I run you a bath daddy?" Takeomi looked at you surprised that you even offered "must've been a hard day, right?" You smiled and kissed his temple

He looked up at you and quickly kissed you. "Nah, it's alright, doll.. I'll do it myself." You shrugged but smiled "okay daddy..let's do this again sometime, yeah?"

As you were leaving takeomi stopped you by saying "do you want something? Like..can I buy you something?" You turned around "I don't.. mean that in a disrespectful way..I just wanna do something good for you too"

You smiled "I'd be happy to get a gift from you~ koko has my wishlist, you can ask him for it" you winked and left to go back to your room.

Takeomi rolled his eyes and sighed, "spoiled girl.."

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thehusbandoden · 10 months

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Cold- Toxic Shigaraki x Fem!Reader Part 1

This took me way~ too long. There'll be a part 2, and an alternative ending. Not sure when they'll be out tho.

Angst | 1,868 words

This was written in the span of months, so the writing style slightly changes.

Warnings!: Toxic relationship, Shiggy being a sadist, arguments (mostly one sided), some Dabi x reader (mostly platonic??) but NO infidelity, some loser hitting on reader, Shiggy dusting someone.

Part One | Part Two | Alt. Ending

You thought that you would be happy. You thought that if you left your family, your hobbies, your beliefs, your life, he would make you happy.

But he hasn't. In fact, he's getting worse every day.

He's been so busy with trying to kill the heroes, that he's completely ignored you. Leaving you lonely, and wishing for your old life back.

Sighing, you got out of your Tomura's bed and walked toward the meeting room. He was supposed to be back hours ago! It was past midnight and your stubborn husband still hasn't come back to his room.

Stepping inside you glanced around all of the higher villains to see your beloved hubby; Shigaraki Tomura. You nervously made your way towards him, avoiding the hungry eyes of muscular men as much as possible.

You almost made it to him when a rough hand yanked at your arm. "Watcha doing here Doll? Looking for someone?" A deep voice whispered in your ear, causing you to shiver in repulsion.

"Yes, I'm looking for Shigaraki." You reply, causing the man to chuckle.

"Oh? Shigaraki you say.. do you know him personally? Or are you looking for a way to get rewarded somehow?"

"He's actually my husb-" a loud, raspy laugh filled your ears as the man shook in humor. "Shigaraki loves no one. Not even a pretty little jewel like you."

"Well then, take me to him." You retort, annoyance pulsing through your being.

"Fine. But your consequence is your consequence." The man tugged at your arm as he pulled you toward Shigaraki. "Shigaraki! This woman says that she's your wife! Make an example outta her and dust her!" The man laughed, dark eyes filled with dark humor.

Shigaraki turned, a hand scratching at his neck. Wincing, you knew that he was irritated, that was never a good thing.

Shigaraki looked at you up and down, an unreadable expression in his crimson eyes as he turned to the man who held your arm. By the fire in his eyes, and his increasing scratching, you knew that he was now angry.

Slowly walking over to the two of you, Shigaraki stopped in front of the man. Grasping the man's neck with three fingers, Shigaraki yanked the man's head toward his, fingers dancing on his neck impatiently.

"Don't touch what's not yours." Shigaraki growled before placing all five of his fingers onto the man's neck, instantly turning him into dust.

Glancing toward your slightly shaking form, Shigaraki placed three fingers onto your wrist and pulled.

"Come." He growled. You couldn't help but feel nervous at your husband's angry tone, he was deadly when he got angry. After scrambling to keep up with your angry lover, you arrived into your shared room.

"Tomu-"

"Why were you there?" Shigaraki asked with a cold tone.

"I-I wanted to check on you.."

"What are your orders?"

"Tom-"

"Your orders." Shigaraki demanded, eyes glued to your slightly shaking form.

"Stay inside my room. No matter what." You pout, folding your arms against your chest.

"Right. So why. Why did you disobey me?"

"I-I just wanted you to get some rest.."

"Don't worry about me. Worry about following your orders, and only that."

"But I'm your wife! I need to take care of you."

"Wife? Don't be pathetic (y/n). We're not married. You owe me nothing but obedience."

"B-but you gave me a ring.. you told me it was the same.."

"That was just to shut you up! Gosh (y/n) your such an idiot." Tomura cackled, crimson eyes protruding bitter rage.

As Tomura turned to walk away you grasped at your heart, starting to hyperventilate. "B-but you promised." You whimper, eyes tearing up.

"I owe you nothing. Because you are nothing. You're only purpose is to stay still, obey your orders, and look pretty when I decide to take you out."

"You said you'd make me happy!" You yell, tears falling down your face. Tomura just turned around before grinning wickedly.

"Oh (y/n). You're so sexy when you cry."

At that, you broke. Falling onto your knees you sobbed and screamed as Tomura walked out, an evil grin stuck on his face.

The next morning you awoke on the floor, limbs aching. After getting up you washed up in your shared bathroom before getting dressed. After doing your daily chores you crawled into bed, waiting for Tomura to come back.

As you waited you remembered the cruel words he said to you, tears falling down your cheeks as you repeated them in your head.

You and your hopes for your future with pathetic.

You were an idiot to think that the love of your life actually wanted you as his bride.

You were nothing.

Nothing but some pet that was expected to follow orders.

As you silently cried the door opened. Revealing an exhausted Tomura. As he stepped in you quickly closed your eyes, not wanting to talk with the man that broke you.

After stripping, he climbed into bed, pressing his bare chest to your back.

"Are you awake (y/n)? He asked, his deep voice low as he whispered in your ear. You remained quiet, breathing softly. Scoffing, Tomura squeezed your waist before falling asleep.

A few hours later you woke up to Tomura wiggling his way out of your hold. Sitting up, you rubbed at your puffy eyes.

"Oh. (Y/n)." Tomura mumbled, stopping his movements to get up.

"Tomura.. can we talk?" You whisper, tears pricking at your (e/c) eyes.

"I have a meeting to attend. Can this wait until tonight?"

"I-I just have one question."

"And I just have one meeting (y/n). Stop being so selfish." At that, Tomura got up and left the room, shutting the door harshly. Sighing, you pitifully laid back in bed, clinging to Tomura's pillow as tears fell down your cheeks.

A few hours later you paced around the room before grabbing one of the few books in the entire building. Tomura wasn't too keen on the idea of reading, but he gifted you some when he was just the leader of the League of Villains.

Life was good then. He trusted you, gave you the freedom to wander around the hideout, and loved you in any way possible. He cuddled you as he gamed, and he gifted you things you liked.

But, as his power grew he stopped viewing you as a person. He viewed you as some kinda trophy. Something to take out and show off once in a while, but besides that keep locked up. He held you when he slept, but that was because he grew used to your warmth. And wouldn't take no for an answer. Your "gifts" were now solely a sore body whenever he felt like it.

And when you misbehaved, he dusted things you liked. Including your favorite books and movies. And just recently your TV. So now, all you had were three books. Your shared bed -including your comforter and pillows-, a gaping hole of a heart, and a teddy bear that Tomura bought you when you first met, telling you to use it for comfort.

Grabbing your favorite book out of the three, you cuddle into your teddy bear. After a few hours you grabbed a different book, sighing as you saw the time.

9:48 pm

He's been gone all day. After reading for a few more hours you started pacing back and forth, hands entangled in your hair.

After about a half hour of pacing the door slowly opened. Scoffing, you noted it was 1:29 am.

"Tomura." You mutter, dropping your hands to your sides.

"What are you still doing up." Tomura sighed, moving to strip down to his boxers.

"You said we could talk once you were done with your meeting." You answer, folding your arms against your chest.

"I'm tired (y/n). We can talk about your little nagging later."

"Excuse me? Nagging?"

" 'Tomura, I want more books.' 'Tomura I want another TV.' 'Tomura I want you to pay more attention to me'. Right?"

"No! This is about last night!" You exclaim, getting annoyed at Tomura's attitude.

"What? Did I hurt your feelings?"

"Yes! You said some really cruel things! And I need to know if you meant them or not!"

"Yes retard. I did. I meant every single word I said to you. In fact, I have some more if you're going to be a baby about everything."

"Tomura! You're treating me like some sort of trophy! I'm a human being! Stop acting like I'm some sort of pet!"

Tomura just chuckled darkly, crimson eyes lacking the loving warmth they used to hold. "You're mine (y/n). You're one purpose is to obey. You are nothing without me."

"TOMURA LISTEN TO YOURSELF! YOU SOUND CRAZY!" As you yelled, Tomura tsked, walking over to your shared bed.

"W-what are you doing..?"

"You know not to yell (y/n). That was quite naughty of you." Tomura grinned evily as you screamed, falling onto your knees as he dusted your very last possessions- including your teddy bear. Leaving only his pillows, and your shared comforter.

"Now. Come sleep with me my Darling." The thought of lying next to Tomura made you feel sick, but you obeyed. Not wanting to get dusted yourself.

The next morning you woke up to an empty room. Tomura was gone, and you saw the perfect opportunity. Clad in Tomura's clothes -due to yours being dusted- you sneaked out of the room, creeping around in a large, dark hoodie so you hopefully wouldn't be recognized. Not that many people knew you to begin with.

Speedily walking down the corridor, you stopped and bowed as a large man walked by, only scoffing at your respectful gesture.

As he walked by, you hurriedly continued, panic settling in as you recognized Dabi, the second closest member of the LOV to you. You would talk late at night while waiting for Tomura, exchanging stories and how much you liked your husband boyfriend, how much Dabi hated him, and your goals in life.

He was like your big brother, and he always treated you better than he did others. Praying that he wouldn't notice you, you kept your head down as you walked past him.

"Wait." You cursed as you turned to see Dabi glaring at you, arms folded across his chest. "(Y/n)? What are you doing?" Dabi asked, turquoise eyes pinning you down.

"I'm going to a meeting with Tomura." You lie, keeping Dabi's cold gaze as he studied you.

"Funny. The meeting that I'm attending is this way. And Handyman said it was for the two of us. Alone."

"I-" as you cut yourself off Dabi tsked, pulling you into his chest.

"Y/n. What's wrong?" As he held you, you broke. Crying into his chest as you grasped at his shirt.

"He- he's not my Tomura anymore! He doesn't love me! He loves my appearance, and he loves to use me as an accessory and comfort at night. The man I loved is gone. And I need to get out of here. Please Dabi.. help me?" Dabi just held you tightly, rubbing your back soothingly.

"Don't worry y/n. I'll get you out." He murmured, chin resting on your shoulder.

"P-promise?"

"Promise."

Part Two | Alt. Ending

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katyaromanoffpetrova · 1 month

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Our goddess and savior: Natasha Romanoff

Katya is good at ending up in bad situations. Natasha is good at getting her out of them.

• Natasha Romanoff x Fem!OC • Wordcount: 1.7k • Warnings: descriptions of gore and an execution This is part of my series where I post small scenes I've written over the years that have never seen the light of day because they didn't fit into the story the way I wanted them to Masterlist

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A/N: this one is for you @milfs69420

2010

Katya's wrists ached where the rope cut into them, a wooden pole digging into the valley between her shoulder blades. She tried to feel for the small knife hidden in the sleeve of her mission suit, but they'd successfully managed to strip her of all her weapons. There was nowhere to go, and her muscles were aching as she used the pole to keep herself up.

Fuck this mission. And fuck herself for messing it up once more.

Maybe Natasha was right and she really was the worst best spy ever. Somehow, she always walked out with the correct information or the right person's heart pierced by her knife. But it was always after almost dying or getting hurt.

Right now, Katya found herself on the other side of a firing squad. About ten men patiently awaited orders to empty the magazines of their automatic weapons into her body. Behind them, a hundred more from their shitty organization gathered to watch the whole thing happen, like pathetic little sheep.

They were using her for propaganda and a demonstration of power. How nice.

''Look,'' Katya sighed exasperatedly, using her last bit of energy to cover up her dread. If she was going out, she was going out with sass. ''I know I'm pretty, my girlfriend says so, but is the display really necessary?''

God, she could really use Natasha right about now, mere moments away from a possibly very shitty death. Imagine getting delivered back to SHIELD with hundreds of bullet holes in her body.

A wave of guilt nearly brought her to her knees. That would leave her gorgeous girlfriend traumatized for sure.

''Yes.'' A short man in front of her answered. He barked orders at the firing squad earlier. Now he was slowly pacing back and forth, waiting for something. Katya wasn't sure what. His French accent annoyed her. ''You're an example.''

''Of beauty?'' She feigned an exaggerated smile. ''Thanks.''

''No. Of idiocy.'' He scoffed, stepping up to her. His creepy little eyes traveled up and down her body in disdain, as if he was bitter he didn't get to shoot her himself. ''Thought you were one of the best. The Ghost.''

Katya wasn't backing off—not that she could. She squinted at him when she spat out her code name. ''Yeah, well, I have a reputation of messing up.''

''Clearly.'' He smirked when he heard someone coming up to him, stretching out his arm to receive something. ''So, this is you paying the price for it.''

Dread swirled in Katya's gut as she watched him fiddle with the mysterious thing in his hand. He'd turned around and walked back to his men, so it wasn't clear what it was, but she had a bad, bad feeling about it. Worse than her upcoming death. ''What's that?''

Smugly, the man turned around, lifting and pointing the object at her. It was a video camera. ''I am going to film this, if that's alright with you? Give your friends something to remember you by.''

All the blood drained from Katya's face at once. Gone was her attitude.

She could handle dying. And she was pretty sure Fury would shield Natasha from ever seeing her destroyed body. But if this shitty little man got her death on video, he would dangle the footage over Natasha's head and use it to absolutely destroy her soul.

Katya could handle dying, but she would not drag her girlfriend along with her.

''No. Don't,'' she said firmly, her whole body on edge. She wanted to snatch that recorder from his hand and throw it so hard against a wall that it shattered in a million pieces. But she was helpless, tied to this godforsaken wooden pole like a witch in the seventeenth century.

The man's smirk widened. ''Oh, someone's getting queasy.''

Katya's fingers curled into fists to keep her fearless composure. ''You can kill me all you want, but don't put it on tape. That's really not necessary.''

''Too bad.'' Slowly, he backed up, until he stood between the row of shooters. He was enjoying it, this asshole. He knew he had her on the edge of desperation. ''Any last words?'' When the red light on his recorder started to flicker, Katya knew it was too late.

''None meant for you.''

Defeated, accepting of her upcoming fate, she closed her teary eyes, leaning her head back against the pole.

Death was fine by her. That wasn't the part she feared. But all Katya could think about was the people she'd leave behind. People who would actually care if she was gone now.

Well, just one person, actually. Natasha. How heartbroken she'd be. She would never let another person get close again, give up on love forever. Maybe she'd run from the pain, give up on everything good she was achieving with SHIELD. All that growth, everything that made her into a human being again, gone.

In this moment, though, there was nothing else to do but accept the situation. Dozens of soldiers, tightly tied to a pole, defenseless; Katya was stuck and utterly hopeless.

''Guns ready!''

Nat, I love you. It's the only thing she could think of. I love you, I love you, and I'm so sorry I'm leaving you again. Please, forgive me.

''And—''

His voice got cut off by a choking sound.

Katya's eyes flew open, disoriented and confused. Her heart raced in her chest as she followed the noise of the video recorder shattering on the floor to the man from before.

A knife sat deeply lodged in his throat. Blood sprayed out of his artery, his mouth wide open as he fruitlessly clawed at his neck. But there was absolutely no fixing this. His knees instantly gave out, and in a mere five seconds, he was as dead as they could be.

Frantically, Katya looked around for the thrower, her savior. Although from the precision with which that knife was thrown, it could only be one person. The only one almost as good as her.

The realization made her laugh, and she dropped her head back against the pole once more. This time with a wide smile on her lips.

''Always the dramatic entrance, darling!''

Like she was in the walls, Natasha's chuckle echoed all around. The dozens of aimless men in front of Katya were spinning hopelessly in their spot, raising their guns, trying to find her, but Natasha was nowhere to be found. The shadows loved her as much as the setting sun loved her orange hair.

A horrifying humming filled the space, a slow tune which made neckhairs rise and skin crawl. Something straight out of a horror movie. ''You look so pretty tied up, baby.''

Despite the situation, Katya felt her smile morph into a sly smirk. She shifted restlessly, eager to get out of these ties now that rescue was near. ''Then why don't you come down here and help yourself?''

''I am here, baby.''

She jumped six figurative feet in the air, her wrists painfully sliding across the rough wood from the pole. Natasha's voice sounded from right behind her, where she had never expected it. ''Jesus!''

''Close your eyes,'' Natasha muttered, her mouth close to Katya's ear.

''Why—'' A loud shriek left her lips. The sound of a million gunshots bounced off the walls of the warehouse, amplified by the bare concrete and metal support beams holding the place up. It was deafening. If it weren't for the hands covering her ears, Katya feared she may have had a ringing in her ears for a week.

Her eyes closed all on their own as—what must be—SHIELD STRIKE teams laid down fire upon everyone in the room. Natasha must have brought them with her when she realized what the situation was like. Katya recognized an execution when she heard one. She couldn't say she hated this one. Something about karma.

The noise abruptly died out. Safe for some rattling of empty bullet shells, the warehouse was completely silent after Natasha took her hands away. The dozen, quick-moving, heavy footsteps that moved in on the very dead crowd were mere whispers compared to the thunderstorm from before.

Natasha sighed, stepping in front of Katya with a disappointed yet amused shake of her head. It was probably the near-death experience, but Katya had never seen anything more beautiful than this. Was this what religious people saw when Jesus came to them in a dream? ''You really did it this time. A firing squad.''

Katya grinned, trying not to focus on all the dead bodies behind her girlfriend. The relief she felt was indescribable. Natasha saved her life once again. ''Impeccable timing, honey.''

''I let you sweat a bit. Was here, like, fifteen minutes ago.'' Natasha shrugged, pulling another knife from her thigh to cut the rope with.

She pretended not to see the murderous glare Katya sent her as she disappeared behind her again, because that was such a dick move, to try and teach her a lesson by almost letting her get murdered. It wouldn't even work, because Katya just kept ending up in these situations, even if she tried to be more careful. Especially then.

''Hey, what were you thinking about right before I treated that guy to my knife?'' Natasha knowingly asked as she cut away at the rope around Katya's wrists. ''You had that frown on your face.''

They both knew she did that dramatic mental goodbye, but Katya refused to give in to the teasing. Relieved, she brought her hands to her chest when they were freed, rubbing her raw wrists. ''Thinking about the chicken I had for dinner. It was very good.''

''Mhm,'' the redhead hummed skeptically. She returned to Katya's front to cut away the rope around her ankles, tossing her hair over her shoulder before she crouched down.

''And about how sexy you look in your mission suit.'' Katya's eyes lit up, risking everything by staring at Natasha's cleavage while the woman had a very sharp knife very close to her Achilles heel. This top view just did wonders for her chest. ''By the way, that knife and the psycho tint after? Incredibly hot.''

Natasha smirked, her gaze flickering up to Katya's. ''I thought you'd like it.''

Like? Katya had nearly crumbled on the spot. ''Baby, I think once you cut me loose, my knees might give in on me.'' She chuckled humorlessly.

Somehow, Natasha looked excited by that fact. ''I'll have to carry you then.''

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BBF4: Swimming Pool

Author: @helladirections Pairing: Harry x Y/N Status: Part 4 Word Count: 8k

Summary: Harry is YN’s brother’s best friend and YN isn’t a little kid anymore. Featuring sunscreen, toys, and a close call

MASTERLIST - PATREON - BBF TAG - PART 3 - PART 5

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“Tonight…” he started. “Tonight I think we’re going to try something fun.” He looked up into the corner of the room, thinking to himself. “Yeah, tonight let’s try to finish what we started in the ocean, hm?” “Edging?” she asked softly. “Yes, baby. Let’s see how many times it takes before you’re a pathetic, whimpering mess for me. And then if you earn it, we’ll see how hard we can get you to cum.”

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YN got food poisoning and Harry had to call his parents back home.

At least, that’s what they told the family when they separately, 20 minutes apart, sent texts to the group chat letting everyone know that they wouldn’t be at dinner. After they had finally fucked, Harry took the time to clean them both up. He was caring and gentle, fulfilling his promises to always take care of her. And YN couldn’t help but smile, even as she whined when the warm towel brushed against a particularly sensitive spot, she still felt soft for him.

She felt soft for the man that had edged her then withheld her orgasm for hours, the man who had made her prove to him that she had earned the reward of getting to suck him off only to fuck her face, the man who had pounded her hard into the mattress that night. YN didn’t really understand it - why she was so turned on by these things or why they seemed to itch a secret spot inside her brain. But the why didn’t really matter. The who was so much more important.

Harry was everything she never knew she wanted. Well, she did technically know she wanted him for a long time, but she didn’t exactly know what she was getting herself into by wanting him. He was all kind words and gentle touches mixed in with the most delicious form of taunting and teasing she had ever experienced. Harry had a rough exterior when they were playing, but he always broke and showed how fluffy he really was on the inside.

So instead of eating dinner with YN’s family that night, they ordered room service pasta and watched an Italian movie on TV that neither of them could understand. Using funny voices and accents they guessed at the plot of the movie, making each other laugh until their sides hurt. In that hotel room, they could create their own little bubble together. When the movie ended, they curled up under the blankets, dirty plates discarded to the other side of the room. Harry held YN as they giggled about everything they had done together in the past 24 hours.

So much had changed in such a short period of time, and it was all a fun little secret. And in some ways, YN was glad they agreed not to tell her brother, because it meant she got to keep this fun little thing just between them, gatekeep it from the rest of the world for as long as they wanted. They could be all soft cuddles and wet kisses, harsh words and rough fucks, and whatever else they wanted to be, and no one ever had to know but them.

At least, that was the goal. But it was getting harder and harder by the second. Literally. Because Harry had no control over his prick chubbing up while they were at the pool together the next day.

Much like the beach the day prior, YN was set up with her book on a lounge chair, this time with the addition of a nice big hat and sunglasses. Harry and her brother were in the pool together, and luckily he was in a much better mood. The boys were swimming, joking with each other, pushing each other into the water and racing from one side to the other. Unlike yesterday, YN was actually reading her book, finally realizing why her friend had recommended it to her (it was like, a really hot love story).

As the afternoon wore on, YN could feel Harry’s eyes burning into her skin hotter than the sun above them. He was able to explain it away easily, as there was an objectively attractive woman lying out in the lounge chair next to her. But she knew that the looks and smirks and slight blushing when she caught him were all for her. Those looks combined with the content of the book she was reading, and it was no wonder that YN was getting just a little bit worked up.

There was a small crowd of people sharing the pool with them that day - a few families, some other young people doing their own thing. Most came and left, but the three of them stayed nearly all day. They ordered food from the hotel for lunch and sat on the lounge chairs eating their lunches together, laughing about nothing and everything. But whenever her brother was looking away, YN and Harry were looking at each other.

The afternoon wore on, and YN switched to lying on her stomach and tanning her back. She turned her head over to the girl next to her and started chatting as well. She was nice enough - also there on vacation with family and desperate to get some time alone from them. Skinny, pretty, tanned skin - she was all the typical things that YN felt she was not. And for a minute, YN was afraid that Harry would get distracted by her, forget about the little bubble they had created last night and go for her instead.

But her worries were proven to be worthless when Harry came up to her a few minutes later, offering to help reapply sunscreen to her back.

“Been out here for hours,” he said. He ended the sentence a bit awkwardly, and YN figured he was going to call her some type of pet name before remembering the company they were in. “Let me help you put some more sunscreen on your back.”

Harry didn’t really give her the opportunity to say no as he was already squeezing the cream into his hands and warming it up.

“Ok,” YN responded softly with a smile.

Harry started rubbing the sunblock into her warm skin. It felt nice, really nice. She was learning quickly how much she loved having his hands on her body. They were big and broad and just a little bit calloused. They knew what they were doing and always helped her to relax. She could feel herself sinking into the lounge chair below her.

He massaged her back carefully, digging into her tight muscles and allowing her to melt under his touch. His touch was firm but gentle, slipping underneath the back strap of her top, gliding down the sides of her rib cage, his thumbs just barely caressing the sides of her breasts. YN let out a sigh as he finished up.

“So if this one’s your boyfriend then who’s the other one?” the girl next to her asked.

“Oh uh he’s not… that one’s my brother,” YN answered slightly uncomfortably.

“So you wouldn’t mind if I asked him out tonight then?”

YN and Harry both let out a little giggle.

“I think a date is exactly what that dude needs,” Harry responded. “All done, YN. Y’gonna come in the water?”

“Maybe in a bit, but now I’m cozy right here.”

YN didn’t see Harry hesitate to say something else, kissing his teeth as he held back from calling her ‘babe’ or ‘sweetheart’. Instead, YN only heard silence before Harry stroked her back softly one last time and walked away, back into the pool.

“He’s cute,” the other girl said quietly after Harry had walked away.

“Yeah,” YN laughed. “Don’t tell my brother I agreed with you though.”

The girl opened her mouth to respond, but was cut off when YN shrieked at the feeling of cold water on her warm back. She turned herself around only to see Harry and her brother snickering at the edge of the pool.

“You guys are like children, I swear,” she grumbled.

“Come on YN, come play with us!” Harry teased.

She rolled her eyes, but there was no hiding the slight smile that spread across her face as she removed her big sunhat and walked over to the edge of where the boys were wading.

“What if I don’t want to play with you?” she countered.

Harry raised one brow.

“Well I can’t make you play. But last time I checked I’m pretty sure you wanted to…”

The suggestion of the comment was not lost on YN.

“Maybe I do, maybe I don’t,” she teased.

But she couldn’t stay away from Harry much longer, so she gave in and sat at the edge of the pool, kicking her feet in the water gently. She leaned back on her hands as the sun beamed down on her skin. It was beaming down on Harry’s skin, too, she noticed. He was already quite tan, but the thin sheen of water combined with the hot sun was making him glow in a way that made her mouth water. She just wanted to touch him. She would have him right there, in the middle of the pool with everyone around, if he would let her.

YN’s brother swam away to start swimming some laps, leaving YN and Harry on their own. When they were both sure that her brother wasn’t looking, Harry noticeably relaxed. His shoulders fell down a bit and his smile grew softer as he looked up at her.

“Y’so pretty, y’know that?” Harry said softly.

“Might’ve heard it once or twice.”

He swam closer to her until he was standing just inches away. His hands stroked up and down her smooth legs. And for a moment, they just stayed there like that, smiling at each other in silence. YN still wasn’t so sure what this was with him, but it was moments like that which made her realize a label didn’t matter. He looked at her like she hung the stars in the sky, like she was the most precious thing on earth, and like he wanted to completely devour her, all at once.

“Harry, I-”

“Shh,” he cut her off. “Just let me look at you for a minute.”

Harry reached up one of his hands to cradle her face, stroking the apple of her cheek lightly as she relaxed into his hold. She let out a sigh, closing her eyes and drinking in the moment. They were being risky, yes, with her brother just a few feet away swimming laps. He could stop at any moment and look over at them, realize that something had changed between the two of them over the last few days, and burst the little bubble they had created.

But YN didn’t care. She would break every rule if it meant spending more time with Harry like this. His skin was warm, and she could feel his smile even with her eyes closed. He said he would always take care of her and so far he had more than lived up to the expectations.

His hand moved off of her face and back down to her legs, stroking them lightly as he sighed.

“How did I get so lucky, hm?” he asked himself.

YN just shrugged, feeling the blood rush up to her face so she turned away from him.

“You… you do want to keep playing though, right?” he asked, a bit more timidly than he ever had before.

YN’s head whipped back to look at him.

“Are you kidding?” she said with a chuckle. “Of course I do. I’m waiting for the day when you tell me you changed your mind, or you’re tired of me, or -”

“I won’t,” Harry said, cutting her off. “As long as you keep getting wet for me, I’ll keep taking care of you. I promise.”

“Oh that’s the line, then? Whether or not I still get…” she looked around for a moment, making sure that her brother’s head was still under the water as she whispered “wet?”

Harry laughed, nodding his head. “I think so. Or you say no, of course.”

“Don’t think I’m ever gonna say no.”

“Ok, well… let’s get you wet then,” he said.

YN looked at him with a quirk in her brow as she noticed his soft smile turn into a smirk. Before she had a chance to make sense of what he was saying, he was pulling her into the pool by her legs.

She was kicking and waving her arms, but with a smile on her face as opposed to the fear she experienced when in the ocean the day before. Instead of worries of sea life taking over, she knew that Harry was right by her side. Rather than considering the feeling of drowning, she knew that Harry would help her get to air before it was too late.

Just like in the ocean though, Harry was the one to help pull her up. She reached the air and couldn’t help but smile and laugh as she coughed out the small amount of water in her mouth and nose. Harry’s hands were firm around her waist, his smile matching hers. She could sense him leaning forward before stopping himself with a sigh.

That was, until he looked down at her and his brows shot up. He pulled her in close, their chests pressing against each other. And that’s when YN realized it too.

Her bikini top had flown up when he pulled her into the water, revealing her entire chest.

Her eyes went wide at the realization.

“It’s ok babe,” he whispered. “I got you, I got you… no one saw.”

YN rushed to pull the triangles of the top back down over her breasts, Harry not releasing his grip on her until he was certain that she was fully covered.

“Thank you,” she whispered, looking around frantically to make sure there were no eyes on her.

Harry reached out to grab at her waist again, as he had earlier. “Course,” he answered easily. “Besides, not gonna let you go and show off what’s mine, hm?”

“Oh, they’re yours now?” she challenged. “So when they get sore, you’re gonna make them feel better? And when they need a new bra, you’re gonna pay for it?”

“Sure,” he answered. “As long as I also get to touch them whenever I want… play with them… leave some nice little marks on them so everyone knows you’re mine…”

YN could feel herself blushing a bit again, looking past Harry at her brother. He had just finished a lap and was resting at the far wall of the pool when they made eye contact. Taking a step back, YN separated herself from Harry, ignoring his grabby hands and giving him a playful shove to the shoulder instead as her brother came swimming over.

“Oh, welcome to the party then, YN,” he said as he swam up to the pair.

Upon hearing his voice, something switched in Harry’s brain and he brought his hands back to himself. But YN didn’t miss that he was biting down hard on his lip.

“Yeah well this idiot dragged me in, so,” she laughed, tipping her head towards Harry.

“Ah, well it sounds like it’s that idiot’s turn to go grab us some drinks then,” he reasoned.

Harry rolled his eyes but obliged, taking their orders before pulling himself out of the pool. His arm and back muscles were on display, water falling off of him as he used his upper body strength to bring his body up out of the water. YN couldn’t help but stare - it was impossible not to. His muscles were so pronounced, so pretty, so strong. He could beat someone up no problem if he wanted to, and yet she knew that he only ever used them for hugs and cuddles.

Her brother shoved her a bit, breaking her out of her trance.

“Quit staring,” he grumbled. “Y’know, you used to at least try to hide the crush. The last few days it’s like you don’t even care anymore,” he teased.

YN just shrugged as she turned back to him, facing away from Harry despite wanting to continue to admire his body.

“Find me one girl at this pool who isn’t staring at him,” she deadpanned.

Her brother looked around then, back and forth across the lounge chair area, until his eyes fell on the girl that was sitting next YN earlier.

“Her,” he nodded.

When YN turned around she couldn’t help but smile.

“You know, earlier I was talking to her and she asked about you.”

“Me?”

“Yeah. Asked if I would mind if she asked you out on a date.”

“Holy shit, you aren’t fucking with me are you? Because you know I’ll punch you if you are.”

“Swear to god!” she promised. “Asked if I was with you or Harry and when I explained you were my brother she said she wanted to ask you out. But I think she’d like it better if you would make a move first,” she reasoned. “Besides, maybe you’ll be a little less crabby around all of us if you get laid.”

He scoffed, but didn’t look away from the girl who was still tanning on her stomach, blissfully unaware of the entire conversation.

“M’not crabby,” he mumbled.

“Sure. You just get tired like a toddler on the beach, and bored even though you’re the only one who got to bring a friend, and extra mean to me just because you have nothing better to do. But yeah, you aren’t crabby at all,” she answered sarcastically.

He scoffed again. “Whatever. I’m only mean because I can be. You know I don’t mean it.”

YN rolled her eyes, but he didn’t see it, his focus was still on the girl on the chair.

“Well what are you waiting for? Go on and talk to her then.”

It seemed like that was all the push he needed as he got himself out of the pool and started to dry off before taking a seat on the lounge chair where all their belongings were resting. YN couldn’t help but smile. He might tease her incessantly, but he was still her brother and she still loved him and wanted the best for him. And maybe if he was distracted by a girl he would be less concerned with her and Harry.

She watched as Harry handed her brother his drink, patting him on the back before heading back over to the pool where YN was waiting for him. Harry handed her a drink and they leaned against the edge on the far side of the pool away from her brother. They talked to each other as if they were alone again, teasing and flirting to their hearts’ content.

But they weren’t actually alone. Her brother was just a few feet away and could turn to look at them at any moment. And rule number one was to never tell her brother.

“Not sure how long I can keep this from him,” Harry said, taking a sip of his fruity drink.

YN shrugged. “Yeah, but the longer the better, I think.”

“I know,” he relented. “S’just… wanna tell the whole world how amazing y’are, y’know? How lucky I am to have you.” His voice got a bit lower and quieter then. “How good you are to me. How amazing you taste. The way you sound when you’re cumming around m’cock.”

“Harry,” she breathed out.

“Just can’t stop thinking about it, darling,” he told her. “You were such a good girl for me last night. Gonna keep being a good girl for me? Hm?”

“Yes sir,” she whispered, before taking another sip of her drink.

“Mmm… good. Because if you act like a brat I might have to punish you again.”

At the mention of a punishment, YN visibly shivered.

“Oh? Maybe you like being punished? Maybe you aren’t such a good girl afterall?”

“Harry please,” she begged, placing a hand on his chest to push him a few inches away from her. “Not here. You’re getting me… you’re making me…”

“I know baby,” he answered softly. “Getting myself all worked up just thinking about it.”

He grabbed her hand which was pushing on his chest and slowly dragged it down his body until she could feel his hardening dick beneath his swim trunks. She gasped at the feeling, looking around them and pulling her hand back to her own body quickly.

“H, come on…” she begged again.

Harry sighed. “I know… it’s just hard to keep my hands off of you. You’re so fucking… shit…” he mumbled to himself at the end.

YN couldn’t help but blush as she took another sip of her drink and looked back at her brother and the girl. They were both smiling and laughing, and YN had a good feeling that things were going well between the two of them.

It wasn’t much longer until her brother was walking around to the edge of the pool where YN and Harry were chatting. He shared the news that he would be going out to dinner with the girl he had met, and he had already told their parents who decided that was reason enough to make everyone fend for themselves for dinner. YN and Harry couldn’t say anything at the moment, but it was clear that they would be spending dinner time together again.

The three of them spent a few more hours in the pool together before going their separate directions - YN to wash up in her room, her brother to get ready for his date, and Harry to pretend he was spending the evening alone. He wasn’t, of course. Because as soon as he washed the chlorine off his body he was knocking at YN’s hotel room door.

She opened the door for him quickly and he slipped inside. He was wearing a t-shirt and shorts, and she was still wrapped up in her towel from her own shower. His mouth hung open a bit as he looked at her, hands resting on her arms as he admired her silently. He stroked up and down her skin and she felt her own breath catch in her throat.

Harry wasted no time, flipping them around and pushing her up against the back of the door. His mouth attached to her neck, leaving soft, wet kisses as she let her head hang to the side. Hands roaming her body, he was showing her how much he truly appreciated her.

“Harry,” she whispered, even though they were alone. She didn’t know what she was asking for, or telling him, but it was the only word she could think to say in the moment.

“I know baby,” he said, lips still against her skin. “Why don’t you take off this towel and get ready for me on the bed, hm?”

She followed his instructions, heading back into the bathroom and hanging the towel on the rack. Looking at herself in the mirror, she turned from side to side. It was easy to criticize her body, but knowing Harry was just a few feet away ready to make her feel good, made it so much harder.

“Babe!” he called out from the other room.

When YN poked her head out of the bathroom, she saw that he had opened up the windows and curtains to the sea view outside. She could hear the sound of the crashing waves outside, the birds calling to each other, the trees rustling in the wind. It sounded so much like the other night when they were on his balcony.

Harry was also standing next to the bed, bottom drawer of the nightstand open, and something peculiar in his hand. He smirked as he slapped the long piece of silicone against his own palm.

“What’s this then?”

“Oh,” she answered, blush spreading over her face. “It’s um… well you know what it is… I mean I didn’t think you would…”

He smiled, walking towards her. “No need to be embarrassed, darling,” he responded. “But you do know that I’m gonna have to use this on you tonight, hm?”

“Yes sir,” she answered softly.

“Do you have any other toys for me to play with?”

She looked away from him then, not wanting to admit the truth that she had multiple, hidden away in a suitcase. She assumed she would be in a room alone for the entire week, able to take some good time to take care of herself on the Italian coast and fantasize about a lifeguard or waiter or someone or other that caught her eye.

But she didn’t need to take care of herself like that, not really anyway. Not now that she had Harry taking care of her. And that’s what he always said his number one job was, to take care of her. And her job was to let him.

So she told him, “there’s more… in the suitcase…”

“You naughty little thing,” he answered with a smile. “And this whole time I thought you were a good little girl, when really you flew across the ocean with these toys in your suitcase so you could pleasure yourself. Is that right?”

“Yes… yes sir.”

“Well come on then, show them to me.”

A bit timidly, she followed his request. She had already dropped the towel back in the the bathroom so she was completely bare as she walked across the room over to where her suitcase was resting on a chair. Digging through her clothes and other essentials for a moment, she eventually found what she was looking for.

YN laid them out on the bed before Harry and tried not to stare at him as he soaked it all in. It was weird, in a way, having her brother’s best friend ask to see what toys she brought with her on vacation. But in another way, after the conversation they’d had the night before, it didn’t seem odd at all.

There were three toys in total - the dildo he had found first, a clit sucking toy, and a g-spot vibrator. She looked up to gauge his reaction. Harry was thrilled.

“Oh darling, the things I’m going to do to you tonight…”

She giggled at that. “Yeah? You like them?”

“Honey,” he stopped to turn to her. “I love them.”

“Good because… one time I was with this guy - maybe you remember him, Max?”

Harry nodded his head. Max had spent a lot of time around YN and therefore more than a little time around Harry.

“Well Max didn’t like that I had toys. Said I shouldn’t need them as long as I have him.”

“Hmm,” Harry hummed. “Sounds like a prick. I love toys. So fun to play with… feels different than fingers or a cock, right?”

“Yes.”

“Exactly. We work as a team. Now lay down on the bed and get ready for me. Are these all charged?”

“Yes sir,” she answered, crawling her way across the fluffy duvet.

When his clothes were discarded he joined her on the bed. He positioned himself against the headboard, legs spread so she could settle herself between them and lean back against his broad chest. Harry was warm, and strong, and YN relaxed her body instantly when she rested against him. Her hair, still damp from the shower, covered his chest.

“You’re going to be a good girl and keep your legs open for me tonight, right?”

“Yes sir.”

“Good. Now then…” he paused to turn on the g-spot vibrator.

YN jumped a bit at the sound.

“Have you been good for me today, YN?” he asked, a brow raised as he started to drag the toy up the inside of her leg starting from her ankle.

“Yes sir.”

“So you think you deserve an orgasm from me then?”

“Yes sir,” she answered through a shaky breath this time.

Harry humed in response, still dragging the toy along her body.

“Did you let me take care of you and put sunscreen on your back while you were lying in the sun?”

“Yes sir.”

The vibrator reached the top of her leg, skipping over her core and starting a new path downwards on the other leg.

“You came over to me when I asked for you in the pool, didn’t you?”

“Yes sir.”

The silicone was touching her skin so lightly, she almost thought she was imagining how it felt.

“And you didn’t fight me when I brought you into the pool, isn’t that right?”

“Yes sir.”

“So maybe you do deserve a nice, quick, enjoyable orgasm, hm?”

“Please,” she begged.

He removed the vibrator from her body quickly.

“But we’re not gonna do that tonight.”

With no warning, Harry pulled the vibrator away from her skin and turned it off. YN whined in response, her hormones escalating and making her become more desperate for his touch. She turned her head to look up at him, but his expression was stoic. He made it clear he was going to be teasing her tonight, and she couldn’t decide if she loved it or hated it.

“Edging?” she asked softly.

“Yes, baby. Let’s see how many times it takes before you’re a pathetic, whimpering mess for me. And then if you earn it, we’ll see how hard we can get you to cum.”

YN nodded her head.

“Words, YN. Come on, we’ve talked about this. Have to follow the rules if you want to cum, hm?”

“Yes sir,” she corrected herself.

At that, he turned the toy back on, touching the head directly to YN’s swollen clit. The shock of the feeling caused her to jump a bit, legs closing as a reflex.

But Harry wasn’t having it.

“I said, legs open.”

He tossed the toy to the side, still vibrating loudly as he used both his hands and strong grip to pull her legs apart. His movements elicited a whine from the back of YN”s throat, one that she couldn’t control and just bubbled up from within her without any warning.

“Be a good girl, YN,” he said, tone a bit condescending. “Orgasms and kisses are for good girls, remember?”

“Yes sir.”

To keep her legs open for him, he hooked his calves around her. Then he took her hands and placed them under his own thighs, keeping them in place as well.

“You can squeeze me if you need to, but don’t move your hands and don’t close your legs. Or else you don’t get to cum.”

“Yes sir.”

“Now, let’s see what this pussy can really do, hm?”

“Please, Harry,” she begged him.

But instead of giving her what she wanted, he gave a quick little slap to her inner thigh, resulting in her calling out in surprise. It stung, a faint red mark appearing on her sensitive skin. But it wasn’t a bad feeling.

“You call me ‘sir’ when we’re playing, is that clear?”

“Yes sir.”

“Break another rule and you’re going to regret it.”

“I’m sorry sir,” she whimpered.

He picked up the toy again, still vibrating loudly beside him. Turning it over in his hands he inspected it a bit, looking down her body to her core and then back at the toy again. She could feel how wet she was, practically dripping onto the bed sheets in anticipation for what was to come. But it was taking him so long to actually do something. Anything.

“You remember your colors?”

“Yes sir.”

“What’s your color right now?”

“Green!”

He smiled then, and without another word he finally brought the vibrating toy to where she wanted it most. Dragging it from the bottom of her slit all the way to the top, where he let it rest over her clit for a moment, he spread her wetness all around her folds. His eyes were focused, brows slightly together with a cute little furrow in his brow.

It felt good, but more than anything, it felt like a relief. She had been thinking about him all day, but in the pool surrounded by strangers and the one person they had agreed could never, ever find out, she had to keep those thoughts to herself. Until now. It was her favorite toy, and she had used it countless times on herself. But something was different about it because it was coming from him. The sensations felt stronger, the feelings lasted for longer, and all of her senses were on such high alert.

“Look at that…” he said, trailing off. “Such a sweet little pussy. Is all this for me?”

“Yes sir,” she breathed out.

He continued using the toy on her, stroking up and down, rubbing circles around her clit and teasing her entrance. Her noises got louder as she stopped holding back, moans coinciding with squeezing his thighs. She let her head fall back onto his shoulder as her breathing increased, eyes closed feeling her stomach tighten. It was good. It was all so good.

And then it stopped.

She whined, opened her eyes and seeing that Harry had completely turned the toy off and put it to the side.

“You did so well for me, pretty girl,” he whispered, kissing her temple. “Take a breath and then we’re gonna go again.”

“Ok,” she said softly.

She could feel him moving around behind her, but didn’t put much thought into it until she heard a strange sound. Turning her head, she saw that he had pulled out the clit sucker toy, and immediately she felt her heart beat increasing.

“Are y’ready?’ he asked.

“Yes sir.”

Before she felt the toy, she felt Harry’s fingers traveling through her folds, bringing her wetness up to her clit and then pulling back the hood to allow the toy to rest directly on it. He gave her one more soft kiss on the top of her head before he turned it on, and her body immediately jolted. Luckily, his legs kept hers open and her hands were able to squeeze at the underside of his thighs.

“Look at you,” he scoffed. “Moaning, desperate little mess for me already.”

She tried to answer him, but instead only a long, drawn out moan came from her lips.

“Can’t even put any words together, pathetic.”

Her head rocked back and forth on his chest, eyes once again squeezed closed. He held the toy in its spot no matter how much she squirmed in his lap. She wasn’t trying to get away from it, per se, the feeling was just so much. It was strong and directly on her most sensitive spot, and it was coming from him, and she could smell his body wash from his shower, and she could feel his plushy thighs between her fingers and he was just everything and everywhere.

“I’m… I’m close,” she stuttered.

“Such a little whore for me,” he continued, whispering right into her ear. “Only takes a couple of minutes with this one, hm? You’re already dripping.”

“Yes!”

And then as soon as it started, it stopped. Again.

“Please,” she whined, eyes still tightly closed.

YN felt her body slump down as she was losing the energy she needed to keep herself up. Harry stroked her arms up and down, shushing her softly for a moment.

“Doing so good for me,” he whispered. “Two times already… both were a lot stronger than in the ocean… such a good girl for me.”

Another soft whine fell from her lips.

“What’s your color, darling?” he asked softly.

“Green.”

“And what’s your color if we go one more time?”

“One more without cumming?”

“Yes, sweetheart.”

“Um… I think green?”

He kissed the top of her damp hair again as he shuffled his body around, looking for the toys around him.

“Ok darling. Remember, you can tell me yellow or red any time. You don’t have to wait for me to ask, right?”

“I know.”

“Ok, good. We’re going to do one more, which will make it three. One more than in the ocean. Then if you’re good for me, I’ll let you cum.”

“Ok, sir.”

There were no extra sounds this time, as he started with her fingers to find her weeping hole, circling around it before entering with two fingers. She was so wet and ready for him, there was almost no resistance, and she let out a little sigh when he entered her.

But it didn’t last long, as he brought the dildo he had found earlier to take his place. She watched as he used her own wetness on her fingers to lubricate the toy before bringing it down between her legs. YN hadn’t used this one in a while, throwing it aside mostly after she got the vibrating one that hit her g spot so much better. But this one was bigger than any of her others.

She let out a small moan as she felt the stretch, the tip of the toy entering inside of her.

“Does it feel good, baby?”

“Yes, yes sir,” she answered through a breath. “So good.”

“Not as good as my cock though, hm?”

“Never.”

When he got the toy all the way inside of her, he started to thrust it out and back in again. He started slow, just as he had with his own dick the night before. She warmed up to the feeling, letting out little noises here and there as he went. It was so deep, and she felt so full.

He started to speed up then, as he picked up with his dirty talk into her ear as well.

“Such a fucking slut, giving it up for any cock you meet, hm? This one feels good? Remember how much better mine felt?”

“Yes sir!” she cried out.

“Good. Because you’re my little slut, isn’t that right?”

“Yes!”

Her breathing was quickening as she started panting. Chest rising and falling quickly as the tension in her tummy built and built. She knew she wasn’t going to finish with this one, externally she knew that. But something in her body didn’t know that and was racing towards the finish line anyway.

Her fingers started digging into his soft thighs, legs trying to close only to be stopped by Harry’s superior strength. And through it all, he kept thrusting the toy inside of her.

“Such a good slut for me… letting me play with your little hole… such a pretty girl…”

All she could do was whimper until he finally stopped his movements, and she let out a breath.

“So good for me,” he murmured. “Look at that… three times… you’re getting so good at this…”

“I’m tired,” she whined.

“I know baby, I know. Do you want to take a little break? Maybe suck me off before I make you cum.”

“Yes sir.”

“Ok then, up you go.”

He helped to lift her, moving her hands from beneath his thighs and his legs from around hers. She stood next to the bed stretching out her muscles in her calves and fingers and trying to catch her breath.

Harry scooted so he was sitting at the edge of the bed.

“On your knees then, come on darling.”

YN followed his instructions.

And normally, she would be doing a lot of thinking while giving a blowie. Normally she would be worried about her speed or her breathing or doing that extra thing with her tongue that she learned he likes. But her head was a little bit floaty and all she could do was sit there, mouth open, eyes wide staring up at him, letting him use her until he came.

It didn’t take long. He was pretty worked up before she even touched him. She swallowed it right away, opening her mouth to show him that none of it had gone to waste.

Harry groaned at the sight, shaking his head at her. In doing so, that long curl on the front of his head fell down in front of his eye. He was catching his breath as he helped her back up onto her feet and into the bed.

YN followed Harry’s lead and laid down against the pillows, legs open wide. He was sitting between them, staring down at her - first her face, then her chest, then her core.

“Shit babe,” he mumbled. “Look how wet you are. This sweet pussy got so wet just for me?”

“Yes sir.”

He reached over then, grabbing the three toys he had previously used. One brow rose up on his forehead as he considered what to use for the main event. Finally, he turned back to her.

“Which one’s your favorite, sweetheart?”

YN just shrugged, a little timid still to talk about these things with him.

“Oh come on, I know you’ve got one.”

She took a deep breath. It was often hard for her to talk about sexual things with people. But this whole time with Harry he had been so open and upfront and honest about all of it. Their conversation the day before had been so reassuring. And he was constantly asking if she trusted him, which she did.

“It depends,” she finally said. “But I really like using that one and that one together.”

She pointed to the g-spot vibrator and the clit sucker toys, earning a smirk in response from Harry.

“Then those are the ones we’ll use. But,” he started, voice getting a little bit deeper. “You have to ask me permission to cum, do you understand? And if I say no, I expect you to hold it.”

“Yes sir.”

What came next was beyond YN’s wildest dreams. She had used these same toys on herself countless times, but the experience was entirely different with Harry. He kept the sucker directly on her clit, increasing the intensity in intervals. With the virbator, he turned it onto a pulse setting and thrust it in and out of her consistently. It wasn’t long before she was squirming, trying her best to keep her legs open even though her instinct was to close it.

“I’m… Can I…”

“What was that?”

“Please.”

“Please what?”

YN groaned. He wasn’t making it any easier for her to find words.

“Can I please cum? Sir?”

“No.”

“Harry!” she protested.

His brows cinched together in acknowledgement of his name.

“I said, call me sir. Now you’re gonna have to wait even longer.”

Harry didn’t let up, pushing and pulling the toy inside of her at the perfect rhythm, even increasing the intensity of the toy on her most sensitive nub. YN was gasping for breath, desperately trying to hold onto reality as the pleasure was trying to overcome her.

“Please sir, can I cum?” she asked again.

“No.”

She cried out, in agony or pleasure, she wasn’t really sure. But she couldn’t find the words to express what she was feeling. It felt so good it was almost hurting. It felt so strong it was making her weak. It was wonderful and awful all at the same time.

It continued for several more minutes, Harry dutifully pleasuring her and YN crying out for release only to be denied. She wasn’t sure how much longer she would be able to hold it together, to hold her orgasm back. Never in her life had she ever experienced anything like this.

“What’s your color?” he asked.

She couldn’t respond with words, taking a moment to remember that she could show him with numbers with her fingers. Holding up one finger, she signaled that she was still green, even with her eyes squeezed tight and tears starting to leak out of them.

“Good girl, taking it so good for me,” he praised her. “Gonna show me how good it feels? Gonna cum for me?”

“Yes sir,” she spoke through a cracked throat.

When she opened her eyes and looked at him, she expected to see something harsh. Maybe his brows pulled together, a thin line of his lips, determination in his eyes. But instead she found softness. Several of his curls were now weighted down by sweat, his eyes were soft, and his smile was gentle. And just knowing that’s how he felt while he was doing this to her was sending her into overdrive.

“Please, sir,” she managed to ask.

And even though she hadn’t been specific, he replied, “Yes, come on darling, cum for me. Let it all go.”

YN practically screamed his name when her orgasm finally hit her. She felt Harry continue to use the toys as he had been, the vibrator hitting her g-spot over and over as a white hot pleasure rolled through her body. Her neck stretched back, her hands grabbed at the blanket below her, and even her toes curled in on themselves. It was by far the strongest orgasm YN had ever experienced.

And then she started to come down from it. She had just enough energy to wiggle her hips away from the toys, and Harry took the hint, turning them off and throwing them off to the side. She lay there panting, heart racing, and body melting into the mattress below her.

The next thing she felt was a warm washcloth on her thighs as Harry wiped her down softly, shushing her when she started to whine at the sensitivity.

“Let me take care of you baby,” he whispered.

She sighed, allowing him to continue. Through the ringing in her ears she heard him walk away for a moment to throw the towel in the bathroom and then walk back. The bed dipped beside her as he crawled over to her, leaning halfway over her body and brushing stray hair off of her face.

“How do you feel?” he asked softly.

All she could do was nod.

He laughed at that. “Have you ever squirted before?”

She shook her head.

“Well now you have. Was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”

YN opened her eyes. The blurriness quickly dissipated to a clear image of Harry’s face before her, and she smiled.

“Really?”

“Mhmm,” he hummed in agreement. “Gonna make you do it with my fingers sometime too.”

Before she could respond, Harry’s hands were coming to cradle her face again. His grip felt strong and nice as she sighed with content. With his thumbs, he brushed away the tears that had stained her cheeks. In another universe, she might have been embarrassed that she had cum so hard she cried. But with Harry, it was ok. He was taking care of her, and she was letting him.

“Got you good, didn’t I?” he laughed.

YN only nodded her head before closing her eyes as she hummed in agreement. In response, she heard Harry chuckle a bit. She felt surrounded by him still, but only in the best, most comforting way. Like she could snuggle into him and fall asleep right that moment.

“Wanna sleep,” she said with a pout.

Harry looked over at the clock. It wasn’t even 6:00 yet.

“Let me brush your hair out for you first, hm? Don’t want you to wake up with a mess.”

She opened her mouth to object, but Harry was already making his way to the bathroom to retrieve her hairbrush. When he came back, he sat behind her as he had when they first started playing that night. Gently, he worked through her tangles and knots to smooth her hair. They were both silent, but in a good way. It felt nice to just exist with someone, to have him take care of her without asking and for him to seemingly thoroughly enjoy it. It felt good to be taken care of.

But they were broken out of their trance when there was a knock at the door.

“YN! Have you seen Harry?” her brother called out from the hotel hallway.

Both YN and Harry’s eyes widened. They looked at each other in a panic before Harry finally jumped up, gathering his clothes off the floor and racing back to the bathroom.

“Uh… yeah!” she called out.

“Let me in!”

On wobbly legs, she walked to the door, unlocking it just to be pushed aside by her brother barging in.

“Where is he?” he said looking around the disheveled room. “Need his opinion on something before I see that girl.”

With fog still clouding her brain, YN’s mouth hung open, unable to come up with an excuse or reason.

Luckily, before she embarrassed herself too badly, Harry walked out of the bathroom fully clothed.

“Hey, what’s up?” he asked.

“Dude, I need help with something. Come on. Why are you in my sister’s room anyway?”

They looked at each other, YN with her brows up high on her forehead, but Harry with a soft smile.

“I’d tell you but it would ruin the surprise,” Harry said.

Her brother looked between them curiously for a moment before eventually shrugging.

“Whatever. Come on man, I need you.”

He walked out of the room without looking back, Harry following closely behind.\

MASTERLIST - PATREON - BBF TAG - PART 3 - PART 5

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Yandere Knight

Word Count: 1,037

A grunt echoed through the room, followed closely by the sound of a harsh thud against the ground and a whimper that was oh-so-delightful to your ears.

"I—" the thief before you panted, "—I didn't mean any harm... I swear, your majesty..! I swear!"

It was pathetic; the way he gave in so easily. Honestly, if he was going to steal from you, the least he could do was have the balls to face you when he got caught.

"Hm?" You hummed, tone mocking with a light hint of fake empathy. "Is that right~?"

He nodded vigorously, desperately, pathetically. A fool could see that he wished not to die for his actions.

Too bad. If he didn't want to die - he shouldn't have stolen from you.

You'd think the fact that you killed the previous monarch on the throne would be enough to deter people from rebelling against you but perhaps you underestimated the stupidity of this kingdom. After all, only idiots would dare to defy your orders and disrespect you.

"Kyrie."

As soon as your lovely, little hardworker's name left your lips, his scowl shifted into that familiar look of pure admiration, a hint of pink spreading from one side of his face to the other.

"Yes, my queen?"

"Do tell, is he being truthful? Did he mean any harm?"

Just like that, your beloved knight's expression shifted, narrowed eyes and tugged-down lips showcasing his disgust and irritation towards the guy. It was almost too funny.

"He slandered your name, my queen. Dragged it through the dirt as he attempted to steal your gold."

His tone was filled with contempt and hatred so strong, one would feel compelled to believe that it was he who had been shown disrespect.

But you knew him better than that. You knew him well enough to know that he wouldn't be near as offended as he was right now if it were his own name dragged through the dirt rather than yours. It was adorable, really; how much he cared.

"Hm..." you placed your thumb and index finger against your chin as if to further emphasise your 'thoughtful' look, "that's not what he said. Are you sure you aren't lying to me, Kyrie?"

His eyes widened and you could see it; you could see the panic and alarm that crossed them.

'Have I done something to make my queen lose faith in me?' you imagined he was thinking, 'why would she ever suspect me of lying to her?'

He was just so fun to tease, taking things so seriously.

"I would never, my queen."

His pupils shook, eyes desperately searching yours for any sort of validation he could find; the sort of validation you made sure he only seeked from you.

"I know, love." A sly smile grew onto your lips as you let the nickname sink in, all-the-while turning your attention towards the petty thief once more. "Tell me, little man. Do you take me for a fool?"

Said man whimpered.

You narrowed your eyes. "When I ask a question, I expect an answer."

"Nuh-no your majesty."

"Then why do you treat me as such?"

He whimpered again. You frowned.

This man was proving to be more trouble than he was worth - not at all the entertainment you desired. It seemed as though thieves came in the packages of cowards nowadays.

"Guards, take him away."

"Nuh-no! Wait!"

Your most loyal guard of them all was quick to attempt to execute your orders, however, you were also quick to give new ones.

"Not you, Kyrie."

"Yes, my queen."

Without hesitation nor question, he obeyed your order as quickly as you gave it. Of course - you expected no less of him.

The screams of the man being dragged out of the room became nothing but white noise to your ears as your hand rose up, two forefingers flexing in a gesture well-known to your best knight, whose eyes stayed trained onto your form - captivated no doubt.

He slowly approached, light reflecting off the shiny surface of his armour and blinding you momentarily before disappearing not a second after. The light allowed you a clear view of his face, and thus, the pink hue that dusted over his cheeks.

If that was from your nickname earlier on, this man was more hopeless than you thought.

When he stopped, he was a mere two meters away from you. He didn't dare to approach any further; as though he were fearful of it. Not fearful of you, but rather, fearful of displeasing you.

What a silly man, he was much too important to you to be able to displease you over something so menial.

"Come now, I don't bite, my love." The nickname naturally flew out your lips and he flinched, looking flustered. "Closer."

Regardless, he obeyed.

With each step he took, the blush on his face grew a shade deeper and deeper; you could hear his breath break up more frequently and could practically see the heatwaves radiating off him - as if he wasn't already obvious about his feelings.

Once he got close enough, his knee immediately gave way and he propped himself up with one foot, head not daring to tilt up and meet with your own.

No matter, you would just force it to anyway.

With that thought in mind, your fingers traced the rim of his jawline before cupping his chin and lightly tilting his head up - meeting his gaze with purposeful intensity that had his pupils dilating even further and his blush practically taking over his whole face.

"Kyrie."

His lips parted and a light sound left them.

"I think a reward is in order for such a good job, no?"

He slowly nodded, eyes dazed and expression dreamy. He was so clearly out of it, head wafting around in the clouds - as it often did when he got just the slightest bit of your approval.

It was so adorable, you almost felt bad for what you were about to order.

Keyword: almost.

"There's only one thing though, I need you to kill your brother for me."

#yandere x reader #yandere male #yandere oneshots #yandere #male yandere #yanderecore #yandere knight #x reader #yandere x you #x female reader #yandere male x female reader #queen reader

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UNERASABLE SMILE - part 1

pairing: miguel o hara x gn!reader

synopsis: what starts as an humiliating attempt at a confrontation, and ends with being so entranced you just cant wipe that smile off your face.

content warning: none, all fluff.

word count: 1,750 / 9,182 characters

a/n: this is my first fanfic !! open to any suggestions or critiques

It’s only been a few weeks since you had moved to Nueva York, getting used to the difference in people, maze-like subway routes, the numerous amounts of potholes, as well as the headache-inducing traffic that causes you to be 10 minutes late to work every day. It’s safe to say that Nueva York is a busy city. It seemed like you couldn’t get a break either, since every day you got home to your congested building, you had an awkward moment with some guy on the elevator. Every day the same “Hey sweetheart”, or whatever unique pet name he concocts. It’s odd really but you’ve grown used to it the past few weeks you’ve been here. It’s just been a routine now even with its quirks.

You wouldn’t say you’re alone in the city, you have a few friends. Like Stacy, the girl that sits next to your chamber in the bank. Or sometimes when you feel generous enough, that elderly man who accompanies you on the elevator. Sure he’s about 60, but he’s well enough company. You also have the people that come by to the bank but you never really get conversations from them, just the usual stuff people talk about at a bank. In summary, you wouldn’t consider yourself lonely, because you do get social interaction even if it’s for a moment.

That little routine of yours was interrupted eventually after you had stopped at a busy Coffee shop that you had started to take a liking to. You had the usual seat you sat at, the one next to the abstract painting on the wall, the espresso you ordered, and that little chipped wood in the corner of the table that you always placed your bag on.

Everything was supposed to be the same to the most minute detail.

Once you stepped in, you were met with an incredibly jam-packed café and a line so long you had to squeeze through about 9 people just to get to your seat. The empty space you usually occupy wasn’t so empty since some brooder had taken your place.

You so badly wanted to Kamehameha his ass out of it or use the stiletto on your feet to plaster a print across his face and send him flying off your chair but we can’t all get what we wish for. It’s just a seat anyway and you can always just grab your order and leave to some other place, but you’re on your break. You’re entitled to it. You deserve it, it’s a treat.

So, you huff, wait in line while glaring at the table that was so cruelly snatched away from you, order your drink, and make your way to it. You look at him, tapping your nail on the wooden panel of the table to grab his attention. He looks up at you, his expression not so different from the one on your face.

“Can I help you?” His eyebrow was slightly raised upwards, a corner of his upper lip twitched up.

“Yes, um I usually sit here so can I have my seat back?” The moment it came out of your mouth you realized how pathetic it sounded but it would be even more pathetic if you tried to take it back now so you didn’t turn back.

“Don’t think you own the table.” His eyes traveled down and up, back to your face in a judgmental way. It’s not like he was wrong though. It was just a seat but it was your seat. And you deserve to be able to sit and enjoy your bland coffee, it’s only a luxury you can get after a hard day at work. You have to go back there anyway after the hour.

“I don’t, but it’s only kind of you to give it up. My feet are killing me.” You weren’t wrong either, at least partially. It really was just a get-out-of-jail card so that you didn’t have to go through the embarrassment of confronting him and not getting what you asked for.

He let out a huff, his eyes turning to the side, up, and then back down again. Wait did he just roll his eyes at you? The urge to slap him right there and then was getting so strong you didn’t think you could hold it together. You still kept your bearings though, as you saw his lips purse and then start moving again.

“Okay.” He stood up, leaning over the table to pull his coat off the other chair as he sat back down again. Sure you had a seat now but it wasn’t the one you usually sat in. It was petty to even try to get the seat back at this point since you’d been asking for too much anyway.

What was going through your mind when you decided to try and ask for your seat back?

You sighed, placing your bag on the corner without the chipped wood, and your coat on the head of the chair, sitting down as you placed your coffee and binder on the surface. With some courage, you muttered a thank you.

Instead, he tilted his head. “Did you say something?”

“What- no.” That’s not what you meant to say.

“Didn’t say anything at all.” Shit, you were digging an even deeper hole now. Maybe 6 feet under, enough to place your casket.

He hummed, the scowl on his face deepening as he looked back down to whatever it was that he was doing on the watch on his wrist. You couldn’t tell, but there was a glow of orange so whatever. You didn’t care anyway, but how long were you staring for?

“Do you need anything else?” The words were rotten, not out of concern at all since the hands that were tapping away at the watch were now on his head as if he were frustrated. His lips were still twitched up, his eyebrows furrowed. If anything you should be the annoyed one, not him.

So rude.

“No, but I don’t like your tone.” Fuck, did you mean to say that out loud? Literally what the hell was going on with you right now? If you could, you'd try to Kamehameha yourself.

“Excuse me?” He scoffed, his face twisting into a grimace. His jaw clenched, teeth grinding, as his nose flared. Steam could’ve escaped his ears at that moment. The anger was radiating off of him, the air starting to heat up around you.

Your throat constricted as you just continued to make it even worse for yourself. “You heard me. I don’t like your tone. It’s rude.”

“So were you when you decided to come over here and claim this seat.” His tone was so firm, that it felt like he was hissing at you. And while it hurt to admit that you were being a tad bit hypocritical, what felt even worse was that you had pushed a stranger this far.

You swallowed down your pride and breathed in. “I'm sorry.”

“Huh? Say that again? Couldn’t hear you.” Was he teasing you? Or could he genuinely not hear you?

“Are you teasing me?"

“No seriously. I’m not teasing you I genuinely couldn’t hear.” He did hear, he was just having way too much fun with this. Though he wouldn’t give you the impression that he was, it’d defeat the whole purpose.

“I said I’m sorry.” It came out a little more forcefully than you intended, but it works.

His mouth wiped at the bottom of his face, hiding the smirk that was threatening to escape. “You’re forgiven. My apologies for not letting you get what you want. I don't know you, but I'm sure you're not used to it. So, I'm sorry as well.”

“Unnecessary.”

“Not really.”

You scoffed, you couldn’t tell what was worse. The fact that a stranger was enjoying your embarrassment, or that you were apologizing to a stranger for something you could’ve easily avoided. “Look, sir, I don’t know you. But I do know that you probably shouldn’t be making fun of someone after they genuinely apologize. It’s disrespectful.”

He retorted. “Or what? You’ll take your apology back? You already said it.”

You didn’t really know what to say after that, it sucked that you were even in this situation. You sighed. “Okay, whatever. You’re right. I’m wrong. Let’s move on from this.”

“That’s what I’ve been trying to do but you just keep talking.” He took a sip from his coffee cup. “You’re annoying.”

The balls of this guy. Who was he to say that? “You literally don’t even know me.”

“I don’t need to, just to figure out that you’re annoying.” He looked back down to his watch, his fingers starting to tap at it again.

You were about to respond to what he said when your timer went off. An hour had passed, and you had to return back to your dreadful day at work. You were saved, at least sort of. You didn’t need to embarrass yourself any longer, but was it really that bad? It felt stupid to say, but it was kinda fun to have this banter with someone. It was refreshing in a sense since you didn’t get this type of conversation at work. Or with the old man from the elevator.

“Think what you want. I’m not annoying.” You scrunched your lips to the side, standing up to put your coat and purse back on, picking up the binder back up. “Have a good night.” You said, distastefully.

“You too.” He murmured, not looking up at you as your heels clacked against the wooden floors of the café. After you disappeared into the crowd of people on the line, he looked back up, hearing the sound of the glass door closing.

That walk out of the café and back to the bank felt like ten years, almost as if you dreaded walking out anyway. It was disappointing to walk out without asking for a name, a number, or some way to get the chance to speak to him again. However, it was already disappointing enough that you were even thinking about it, even after he completely humiliated you. Well, you humiliated yourself but does it matter? He made it worse. But, maybe it wasn't so bad. All you knew was that as long as you were in the city, it wouldn't hurt to see him again. Suffer the same embarrassment again, or be humiliated again.

He wasn't that bad.

already have a part 2 scheduled!! this isn't going to be that long of a fic but it'll be a slow burn 😭 again this is my first posted writing so any constructive criticism is good with me, just hoping to learn as i gooo. 💞

#miguelohara #atsv miguel #across the spiderverse #fanfic #kamileai #atsv #spiderman 2099

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Dazai X Odasaku!Sister Ch9

Chapter 9: "You Are Not A Good Man"

Summary: Dazai fights between the darkness of what he has always known and what Odasaku wanted for him. Oda's sister finally meets Chuuya, our favorite angry ginger.

Warning: pm! fifteen year old dazai, Dazai self destructing, Odasaku death mentions, Dazai torturing himself and everyone around him, manipulative behavior from both sides, Mori mentions and grooming themes, underage drinking, talks of suicide, pm! fiftten year old Chuuya being a good boy. I gave Oda's sister a name but you can imagine it as y/n.

(This is chapter nine of my fanfic "Timeless" which is now on A03. It carries on from the three part intro I posted a couple days ago. I'll link it below to fully understand the story. Oda's death has been moved up to when Dazai is fifteen for plot purposes. Asagao's ability is to stop time for up to six seconds.)

Three Part Intro Here: (just cause the first chapter is so long)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

A03 Version Here:

Word count: 7k total

Moving down the familiar port mafia base, Dazai shoved his hands inside his pocket begrudgingly, his feet shuffling as he thought about the annoying conversation he was probably going to have.

Yet the one thing that occupied his mind the most was the red haired dork he had left behind.

And yeah, the last thing he probably should’ve done was leave Oda’s sister unattended in a port mafia owned building, knowing that she had a habit of not following directions and staying put. She had run away from Ango three weeks ago after all, what was to stop her from doing the same thing here?

It was no secret that she liked to cause trouble, in more ways than one.

But unlike the agent, Dazai didn’t underestimate her. Yes, leaving her alone wasn’t preferable but he also knew that she was fully capable of handling herself if someone did decide to step out of line and mess with her. Hell, she could probably outsmart and kick the asses of every incompetent subordinate in the building if she wanted.

The truth was, she didn’t need his protection, not in the way that Ango thought she did. Asagao was calculating when she wanted to be, even if she was limited by the effects of alcohol currently. She was still a force to be reckoned with and the boy wasn’t worried in the slightest at the fact that he had just left her in a den of wolves.

And in some sort of way, the boy looked at this little opportunity as a kind of test, wanting to see just how the girl would react to his way of life. Most people wouldn’t have been able to handle his port mafia lifestyle but Asagao, he knew that she could.

And not only that, he knew that she could thrive in it if given the opportunity.

Was it wrong to think that though? Was it fucked up to hope that she would be in danger while he was gone just so he could see the full extend of her capabilities? That was probably not something a good person was supposed to do, but what could he say? The situation was too perfect to pass up.

Humming to himself at the thought, Dazai then frowned at the shift in air only to vaguely feel a burst of air approach from his left, causing the boy to quickly duck in order to just merely miss a kick in his direction. “You piece of shit, there you are! I’m gonna kill you!”

Already groaning at the sound of his voice, the brown haired mafioso simply closed his eyes before turning in order to meet a very familiar head of ginger

Ah, right on cue. “Aww Chuuuuya, did you miss me that much? And thanks for the offer but dying by your hand doesn’t really interest me at all.”

Watching Chuuya shake his head in exasperation, the boy grumbled back, clearly bursting at the seams from unkempt anger the entire day. “Shut up! You left me alone to take down those losers by myself. Do you know how outnumbered I was because you decided to ditch?!”

Dazai only raised an eye though, mocking his pathetic partners immediately.. “Oh boo hoo, I thought the famous gravity manipulator could handle a few measly thugs, but it looks like you are more incompetent than I thought if you’re complaining about this much. Pity, I thought you were at least a little useful to me..”

The boy then shrugged his shoulders only for his partners to immediately wrap his gloved hand around Dazai’s jacket in order to shake him around as usual. “Screw you, I did take down all those idiots by myself! They didn’t stand a chance!”

Dazai then replied halfheartedly, his finger in his ears in order to block out the ringing from Chuuya’s shouting. “Then what’s the problem? The job was done, wasn’t it? Unless you just like yelling to hear yourself talk?”

That only seemed to make the hot headed mafioso even more angry though, his fingers tightening on his partner's jacket before yelling even louder than before. “The problem is that you ditched for nothing just to make me look like an idiot!”

Scoffing in response, Dazai smirked. “Oh Chuuya, you don't need my help for that, you do that to yourself..”

Then the bandaged boy simply lifted his hands out in defense before smiling in wistful memory of today's events. “And if you must know, I was very busy. I told you, I promised a lovely young lady a good time. What kind of man would I be to deny such a wonderful request?”

Dazai then thought back to the adorably drunk Asagao that was waiting for him back at his apartment. And though he loved pissing off Chuuya, tonight this was the last place he wanted to be.

Closing his eyes in exasperation, Chuuya then caught the silence in his idiot partner's gloat before forcing himself to let go of the boy with a grumble. “Listen, I don’t care about what kind of fucked up disgusting shit you do in your free time or what kind of brain damaged girls you manipulate for your own selfish whims. Just know that if you pull that shit again, you’re gonna regret it.”

Dazai only raised an eye in amusement though. Calling Asagao brain damaged, what a way with words he had. It’s like he was implying that he was forcing her to date him. If only Chuuya knew just how wrong he was, about how opposite he had everything.

How would he react to knowing that Asagao was the one who pushed him into this relationship? That for once, it wasn’t the demon that had made the contract but rather the angel.

So much so, the mafioso felt his lips curve upwards before a short chuckle escaped his lips at the idea, causing Chuuya’s head to turn in angry confusion. “What? What the hell are you laughing about, mackerel? What’s so damn funny?”

Shrugging his shoulders in response, the boy then forced his lips closed before shaking the thought away. Nah, this slug didn’t deserve to know about her, at least not yet. “Oooh it’s nothing. But really, you’re so scary Chuuuya. I’m practically shaking from fear..”

Then all at once, he watched the red haired kid start to get wound up again, his words practically seething through his teeth in order to point a finger in his direction. “I mean it, dickhead! I’m watching you..”

Dazai only rolled his eyes though, responding in a millisecond. “How can you watch anything? You can't even see that high..”

And just like that, the momentary calm was broken as Dazai watched Chuuya’s control completely snap, much to his satisfaction. “Fucking basard..!”

Yet that’s when a new voice seemed to enter the space, stunning the two bickering children immediately as he strolled up behind them rather unbothered. “Dazai, there you are.”

Widening his eyes, Chuuya then turned to the voice before immediately falling to his knees in a sign of respect as Dazai simply remained silent. “Boss..”

Mori simply nodded his head in return, unbothered by the bickering he had just witnessed. “Ah, Chuuya, you’re here too. Seems like you two are just as explosive as ever.”

Crossing his arms over his chest in a huff, Dazai frowned, knowing that the reason he was stuck with this little brat was because of the boss in the first place. “It’s your fault for making me deal with something so unpleasant all the time.”

The port mafia boss didn’t seem bothered in the slightest thought, his lips giving a cruel short chuckle before seemingly getting right to business. “Yes, well I suppose you’re right. Now Chuuya, if you would excuse us. I must speak to Dazai alone.”

Almost immediately, Chuuya responded, his body snapping back up before giving another small bow of his head in response. Whatever the boss wanted, he would gladly do.

Besides, it finally got him away from the bandaged bane of his existence, and that was a blessing in itself. “Yes boss, of course..”

The boy then turned around only for Dazai’s mocking gaze to follow his steps before calling back to him all at once, almost like he wanted the last victory. “See you, Chuuuuya. Maybe the next time we meet you’ll be able to reach the top shelf! I highly doubt it though, petite mafia!”

All at once, Chuuya felt his eyes twitch, his fingers curving through the leather of his gloves in order to force his feet to continue to move and obey their boss’s wishes. But that didn’t stop him from muttering cruel obscenities inside his head all the same.

Stupid annoying little prick, picking on my size like that. He’s lucky the boss is here or else he’d be dead! God, I hate him so fucking much!! Why did I have to be stuck with a guy like him?!

And even though his threats were unsaid, Dazai still gained a sense of satisfaction from them, his lips twisting into silent victory as he watched his favorite little toy stomp away.

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Mori led the boy straight to his office as Dazai watched him descend into his usual chair, virtually unbothered in order to turn towards his favorite little executive with his usual calm and collected smile. “Now Dazai, could you please share with me why you were absent from the job I assigned to you and Chuuya today?”

And although his smile was seemingly unbothered, Dazai sensed the threatening aura that always laid beneath. Too bad for him though, the boy was never shaken by his attempts of intimation.

Because of that, Dazai simply shrugged his shoulders, his own lips showing hidden intent, like he was up for the challenge. “Easy, cause it was boring and I didn’t wanna.”

The port mafia boss only frowned though, his expression dropping to a disappointed pout in order to lace his fingers under his chin.

Perhaps to anyone else his response would’ve been seen as unacceptable, but Mori already knew Dazai’s cruel mannerisms like the back of his hand. “Now that’s not very nice. I thought we had an understanding between each other when I offered you the executive position.”

His voice came out scolding, like you would do to an unruly child but the executive knew better to take his words at face value and think it was that simple. Nothing about Mori was simple after all, he had learned that the day they had first met.

Because of that, the bandaged menace called him out on it, Dazai’s fingers crossing around his own arms with a huff. “Oh please, we both know the real reason why you offered me that job. It was so you could keep an eye on me and protect your dirty little secret.”

And for a moment, Mori paused, seemingly taking in his answer before his fingers dropped from his chin with a simple nod. “Right you are, Dazai. You are the only one that knows the truth after all. That I killed the precious boss and took his place.”

Normally the man wouldn’t have ever admitted such a thing but he knew it was pointless to continue the charade, especially since it was Dazai that had figured out his true intentions long ago.

Why he had given him the position of executive, why he held the boy so highly, it wasn’t without reason.

Dazai only nodded back though, his eyes rolling in exasperation. “And I’m your accomplice for it all, I was the only witness to the previous boss’s demise. I know I know. I get it already. If you’re really that worried about it then you should just silence me permanently and get it over with.”

It was something that had tied the two together long ago. Dazai could still remember it like it was yesterday, the day his tiny little eyes accidentally caught the sharp metal scalpel as it slid across the previous port mafia boss’s throat.

After the event it was concluded that the old boss’s will was for Mori to take over but only he and Mori knew the truth, that the doctor had lied to the entire place in order to take the boss’s position.

And since that day Mori had regarded the two of them as partners in crime, always reminding the boy of his place in all of this over and over again like a broken record.

It was almost like he was worried that Dazai would ruin everything with just the slip of a tongue. Instead he used that little secret to try and tie him down to his side.

Mori simply waved the idea away though, almost like he had already read the boy’s mind. “Don’t be silly. There would be no benefit to kill you like that. If I really wanted you dead then it would already be done. I’ve already stopped multiple of your suicide attempts in the past year, I’m not going to let all that taxing work go to waste.”

You see, that was one thing the port mafia boss had figured out fairly quickly. For as much as he wanted all the loose ends of his little evil deed erased, the man knew it wasn’t that simple.

In a sick way, he needed Dazai, he needed him to keep their little lie going because with the boy gone, the old boss’s members would suspect him of the murder.

But that was easier said than done. When he had proposed his little plan Mori thought he was tying himself to a sad pathetic weak and stupid suicidal kid that he could manipulate to his own hand.

Yet almost instantly the doctor realized he had made a mistake, a grave miscalculation on his part.

For you see, Mori had learned very quickly that a monster like Dazai couldn’t be tied down. He couldn’t be manipulated as easily as he first thought. And now by putting himself in this deal he had also undoubtedly tied himself to an evil even he himself couldn’t predict.

But then again, that also made everything all the more enticing.

Dazai only pouted his lips though, not liking his annoying response. He knew that the guy had stopped his fair share of attempts and the boy still wasn’t happy about it. “Boo. You’re no fun, Mori.”

Mori waved his childish manner away though, his eyes planning in clear calculation in order to go for the nearby teapot that was just out of reach. “Everything I’ve done has been for the benefit of this organization. I will always do what I think is best for the port mafia, and that includes the assassination of the precious boss. A change of power was necessary, and when the time comes for another change, I will allow the transition wholeheartedly.”

The bandaged boy then watched as the boss tipped over the pot into his cup as Dazai truly thought about the meaning of his words. Was he saying what he thought he was? Was the guy really that dedicated to the mafia?

Narrowing his eyes, the boy questioned curiously. “So you’re saying that you’ll allow someone to murder you in cold blood and take your position just like you did with the old boss?”

It was an interesting idea, being aware of your own humanity and your own imminent demise. Was that how Mori lived his life, knowing it was a fleeting moment, that he was just a small chess piece in the grand scheme of the port mafia’s legacy?

Mori then closed his eyes, thinking about Dazai’s accusation before simply putting the teapot down onto the table in order to turn back towards the clueless boy with a knowing look. “Precisely. But only if it is someone worthy enough to do so. Everything has a time and a place, and when that moment arrives, my executioner will be hand picked by my own design.”

The air was silent then but the boy could feel his skin prick with devious unknown intent as Mori stared through Dazai’s nonexistent soul for what seemed like forever.

And though the kid was curious about his plan in all of this, the only thing that could stick in his mind was one perplexing thing. For someone so against suicide, you sure have thought a lot about your own death. What a hypocrite you are, old man.

Yet before he could truly stew on the matter, Mori waved the idea away in order to change the subject completely, or so the boy thought at the time. “Now, onto other matters. How are you holding up? I’m sure Oda Sakunosuke’s tragic death has taken quite a toll on you. It truly was an unfortunate event after all.”

At the sound of Oda’s name, Dazai then felt his entire body tense without permission, the words dying in his own throat all at once. Just the mere mention of his old friend was enough to make him internally unravel.

And he suspected that was the point, that’s why Mori had brought him up. To gain a reaction, to put him in his place and take control of the conversation for the first time since their meeting. Dazai hated it, he hated the kind of power anyone had on him with just one simple name.

So much so, the kid’s words came out bitter, not wanting to talk about this. “Why does it even matter to you? You don’t care that he’s gone. He was a low level lackey in the port mafia. Odasaku had no value to you.”

Dazai knew that was the truth, Mori didn’t care. Because of Odasaku’s morals and his refusal to kill, his position in the mafia was bottom tier at best. He was the equivalent to an errant dog, doing odd jobs here and there. He meant nothing to the organization and therefore he meant nothing to Mori.

That’s right, the boss was only bringing him up to get under Dazai’s skin, to make him squirm and act out. There was no other reason for it then to shove his own weakness straight into his face.

Mori took the boy’s reply with a collective air though, almost like he knew the kind of response he would get. “That may be true, but he certainly had value to you, did he not?”

And he did, to the boy, Odasaku was the most valuable person and thing to have ever existed. He was the closest thing to a friend or a family he had ever had. No one would be able to understand that, not even Oda’s own little sister.

Feeling his own lips screw shut in order to hide an emotional reply, Dazai shoved his hands into his pockets with silent despair. He didn’t want to pour his non-existent heart out to Mori but he also didn’t want to lie and tell the man that Odasaku was insignificant.

Because he wasn’t, he would never be.

Mori eyed the reaction silently as well, his expression unchanging before finally looking away from the boy in order to stare down in silent thought. “I must say, you are taking everything quite well, better than I expected.”

There was something different in the man’s tone then, something that Dazai couldn’t quite pick out. It was like there was something else laced in that sentence, something that sounded like..disappointment?

But why would Mori be disappointed in his reaction to all of this?

Wanting to dig deeper, Dazai frowned. “And what did you expect?”

Mori then snapped his gaze back up before speaking distantly, like he was listing off some sort of checklist in his mind. “I expected that I’d be saving you from another suicide attempt, that I’d find you in some sort of ditch alone and broken beyond belief. That’s usually how people grieve the deaths of important friends and family.”

And for a moment, Dazai paused. Was that what he was supposed to be doing? Was that the proper response to grieve someone’s death? He didn’t know, considering the boy wasn’t anything resembling normal.

He was already broken beyond belief though, even before Odasaku’s death. He had always been a sad amalgamation of what he should’ve been. How could you break what was already broken? How could the shattered be even more shattered? Perhaps it wasn’t possible.

Perhaps he was too numb to feel any of that.

But even Dazai knew that was a lie, that for a split second while holding his best friend’s dying body he had felt something. It had been what Mori had described for a split second. Grief, devastation, self-destruction, they twisted into him even more than before.

He felt the painstaking loneliness stuck to his skin whenever he tried to move around Odasaku’s apartment, he felt the numb pointless burn of the alcohol when he only poured one drink instead of two. Such human emotions, in those small moments Dazai knew what they were, even if he didn't want to admit it.

Yet if that was the case, why hadn’t he crumbled under it all? Why wasn’t his body succumbing to the pain of the loss? That’s what Mori expected, that’s what should’ve been the logical conclusion. Why hadn’t he given up all together and tried to kill himself again?

Then all at once, the boy had his answer.

Asagao.

Oda’s little sister, she was the reason he was just barely hanging on these last few weeks. She had fed him letters, memories and moments that were so new to the boy that it felt like Odasaku hadn’t disappeared from this world entirely.

Whether on purpose or not, she had given delusions to keep going, to wake up just in order to read another entry from his best friend’s fingers. Those letters, they meant everything to him. They were his lifeline, the boy depending on them just like Asagao did for her entire life.

And yes they were fleeting, they were just temporary spells in the end. He knew that, he knew that one day there would be no more words to read and Dazai would have to face that.

But not today, he didn’t have to do that today.

He wondered if she knew that, if she knew just how important Odasaku’s writing was to him? That they were just barely keeping him afloat even now?

And Asagao also, just her very presence filled a void that Dazai thought would never be filled again. Her living, breathing body, her tangible touchable skin, they filled his grief filled soul with a shaky wavering peace he knew wouldn’t last.

She wasn’t the real thing, but she was close enough to Odasaku for him to keep trying. To be a good man, a good person. That’s what both siblings wished, what they believed for him.

And he wanted to do that, for them.

Just then, Dazai’s internal thoughts were shattered as he heard Mori’s soft chuckle, the sound filling up the entire room in order for the man to sigh. “Then again, it should be expected that your reaction to grief and death would be different, considering you have always been different, Dazai.”

Not fully understanding, the boy then allowed him to continue, his voice coming out in a cruel edge. “Anyone else would look at you and see a child but you and I both know that’s never been the truth, not really. Not after all the blood and death you’ve shed over the years. Such an innocent yet simple term could never fit you.”

Sure, by looks and hypotheticals Dazai was a fifteen year old boy but Mori knew that was no excuse to underestimate him. The boy was young, yes, but he had already seen far more evil and monstrosities than an old man. Each experience had twisted and changed him into something more complex than just a sniveling child.

And Dazai agreed in a sense. He knew he wasn’t normal, he wasn’t like the happy and carefree Odasaku or Asagao. He never fit inside that box but in those moments with them the boy liked to pretend, to wish for another outcome then just the demon that resided in his heart.

This hopeful and trying side of him that he had displayed tonight with Asa, that wasn’t like him. He had never tried to be kind before, to give anyone anything like he had given her Bar Lupin.

And though it was selfish, Asa told him that it didn’t matter. That just the very act of trying was enough for her. It was so tiny so minuscule and yet Dazai wondered if that was truly enough? Could he really honor Oda like this? He wasn’t sure.

But the fact that he hadn’t completely disregarded the idea, that he hadn’t given up yet was new. It felt almost human in a way, his desire to keep going and prove to Odasaku and Asagao that their words about him being a good man could be true.

He would pretend, he would imagine himself as something more than a monster.

And maybe if he pretended hard enough, then someday it could be real.

Realizing he needed to say something, Dazai then turned his head, curious to hear what a man like Mori would have to say on the topic. “If I’m not a kid than what am I?”

The boss had his answer immediately, seemingly countering the boy’s delusions with sharp truth. “Why, the demon prodigy of course. It’s what you've always been. Anyone else would be foolish to think otherwise.”

It was like he was calling Dazai out with his words, like he was trying to shut down his silly little “pretending plan” but even still, the executive couldn’t abandon it. He didn’t want Mori to be right in any sense, but especially for this.

Leaning back into his chair, Mori then smiled once more, the corners not reaching to the edge of his face before carrying on his thoughts. “Speaking of which, I’m in need of your help. Chuuya successfully completed today’s raid and we were able to capture one of their colleagues. The thing is, it seems like he needs a little more..persuasion..to tell us the rest of his plans..”

Dazai knew what he meant immediately. Torture. He wanted him to be the demon prodigy and torture this guy for information.

And normally he would’ve jumped at the chance to play around with some pathetic enemies but Asagao was still waiting for him and he knew this job wasn’t going to be an easy one. “I see, and you want me to do it?”

Mori only nodded his head though, pushing his fingers back under his chin with a hum.“Think of it as your makeup assignment for missing the mission.”

Oh, so that’s how he was playing it. He was blackmailing him for missing that stupid boring raid by asking this. And Dazai knew that if he refused then Mori probably would look into the reason on why he missed the raid in the first place.

And that would lead him back to the pretty little redhead that was in his apartment right now. Long story short, if he didn’t do this job, then there was a risk that Odasaku’s sister would be found out.

He was giving him this option as a way out, as an alternative instead of digging into his life. And though the boy wanted so badly to counteract his little game, the risk was too great. Oda would be horrified if Asagao ended up in the port mafia.

Because of that, Dazai simply took his hands out of his pockets before smiling back in challenge, just to push his buttons. He couldn’t be too eager about this either, or else it would raise suspicion. “And if I say I don’t wanna?”

Mori seemed to find amusement in the question though, his eyes narrowing in victory before reading his favorite port mafia executive immediately.

“Oh, I think we both know that’s a lie.”

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Stomping his feet in pure lingering frustration, Chuuya made his way back to his place, still muttering under his breath because of the dipshit encounter with his least favorite person in the entire world. Fucking Dazai, always putting him a bad mood like this.

What was that guy's problem anyways, always pissing him off like this? It’s like he enjoyed it or some shit. Hell, he probably did, that little asshole would.

Thinking back to their unpleasant conversation, the boy then turned the corner before shaking his head with a new list of obscenities.

Just what was that guy saying anyways? There was no way he was out with a girl all this time. What kind of brain dead freak would ever hang out with him anyways? Nah, he was bullshitting him, he had to be.

Chuuya then turned back around in order to put his arms up in a huff only to feel his hand connect with something solid on accident as a small female groan was heard to his left. What the hell was that?

Yet that’s when the boy’s eyes widened as he caught the sight of a hunched over figure in front of him, the strangers hands covering their face as Chuuya felt his stomach dropped in guilt. Ah, shit, when did she get there!? He didn’t mean to hit her like that!

Panicking almost immediately, Chuuya hunched over, his hands moving in all sorts of directions before speaking at a million miles a minute. “S-Shit, are you okay? You came out of nowhere. I didn’t see you.”

The mystery girl only waved her only free hand away though, seemingly unbothered that the ginger had almost knocked her out. “It’s okay, don’t worry about it. This happens a lot..”

At that, Chuuya felt him raise an eye. “You getting hit in the face happens a lot?”

What the hell did that even mean? Why wasn’t this chick yelling at him like he deserved? He had just hit her, unintentionally or not he was still in the wrong.

She only seemed to laugh though, finding humor in the sentence in order to lower her hand a little bit so he could see her large round framed glasses on her face. “Yeah ha ha..I don’t have the best eyesight…”

And though the glasses were surprising, it didn’t change the facts. The way she was still holding her face was concerning itself. “Still, it’s my fault. I wasn’t looking where I was going. Are you sure you’re okay?”

That’s when the girl simply nodded her head in order to put her hands out in defense with a goofy little smile of reassurance.“Yeah, of course. Look, I’m perfectly fine! No need to worry!”

Yet just as soon as she said that, Chuuya watched a thin line of blood trail down from her nose in response, his eyes hollowing in horror as she simply touched the sight with a nervous laugh. “Ah..ha ha..would you look at that..”

All at once, alarm bells started to go off in the boy’s head, running through every horrible possibility. He did hit her pretty hard, what if he broke her nose or gave her a concussion? Oh, he hoped not. Then he’d feel even worse than before!

Reaching his hands forward, Chuuya’s fingers then swept under the blood in a panic, ridding himself from the sight only for more to take its place. Oh, this was bad. “Ah, damn it. You’re bleeding!”

The glasses girl only shrugged though, still giving him that goofy unbothered smile in order to reply softly. “Just a little, it’s..”

Yet Chuuya was done hearing her downplay the situation, the boy simply grabbing onto her hand in order to pull her off the ground with a frustrated huff. “Is your brain broken? Come here already..!”

With the way she was acting he was sure that she had a concussion of some kind. No one would ever act this calm about this mistake, especially here in a port mafia owned building.

Dragging her over to the lobby bathroom, Chuuya quickly threw open the door before pointing to the fancy plush waiting area sofa with hastily command. “Sit.”

She complied a second later with the boy practically pushing her shoulders down in a rush only for her to put her hands up in reply. “Hey, I promise. I swear I’m okay. You don’t have to..”

Yet that’s when her words were cut off immediately by Chuuya’s hand, his thumb and forefingers latching against her nostrils in order to make her dip towards him with annoyance. “Lean forward and don’t move. The bleeding should stop in fifteen minutes or so.”

It was a trick he had learned from an early age while in the sheep. A lot of the younger members would get nosebleeds fairly easily so this was basically secondhand nature to the boy.

And it seemed like the mystery girl knew that as well, her voice coming out rather nasally and strange considering his hold on her. “You’re really nice.”

Chuuya couldn't help but scoff though. “Did you forget that I caused all this?”

She only pouted her lips in response though, not at all bothered by the truth. “You didn’t mean to though. You said it yourself. Besides, it’s kind of my fault too. I’m not the best with new places. It was bound to happen.”

Shaking his head in exasperation for her answer, the boy then caught something else in her sentence. “Speaking of which, who are you? You port mafia?”

He had never met this girl before after all, and though he was fairly new to the port mafia himself he knew he would’ve remembered her. She was too odd not to.

And not only that, she seemed way too nice to be in a dark place like this. A little naive and stupid also. Definitely not good traits to have in the mafia. Which either meant she was new or she didn’t belong here at all.

A moment later, he had his answer, the girl giggling to herself in a cutesy manner before smiling back. “Me? Oh no, not at all. I’m just visiting Osu.”

And because she didn’t use Dazai’s last name, Chuuya had no idea who that was, his head lifting in confusion. “....Osu?”

She then attempted to nod under his fingers, beaming with child-like excitement. “Yeah! I’m gonna surprise him with a sleepover! Ah, I really hope he likes it. I want to make him just as happy as he makes me.”

Her feet then began to kick happily underneath him with hidden joy as Chuuya couldn’t help but wonder who this guy really was. Sleepovers seemed kind of childish for the port mafia but then again she seemed so happy about it. He hoped it went well for her.

Feeling her tilt her head up without permission, the red haired girl then added. “And what about you Mr. Ginger? I take it that you're port mafia.”

It was a conclusion that was fairly obvious given the place that they were in. So much so, Chuuya barely gave much thought to her clever deduction in order to latch his fingers even tighter around her nose in order to pull her head back down. “Yeah I am, so you better listen to me and quit moving or else..”

She took in his threat immediately before another apologetic smile crossed her fingers. This guy was really serious, huh? “Okay okay sorry.”

Then all at once, Chuuya felt his shoulders relax, the anger dissipating only for that same heavy guilt to sink in. “I’m sorry too, for hittin you like this. I wasn’t thinking straight.”

This girl wasn’t even a port mafia, she was just some guy's girlfriend or something. She had probably never even seen blood in her life and he had done something so horrible to her. A thousand apologies would never be enough.

She only batted her eyes though, still not angry or spiteful in the slightest. “What were you thinking about?”

Almost immediately, her words brought back the annoyances of the night, Chuuya still hearing Dazai’s ear grating insults in his ears. “Just an annoying bandaged dumb ass I have to work with. He pisses me off, that’s all.”

What Chuuya didn’t notice though, was the way Asagao perked up at the sound of his description, her voice coming out rather curious and coaxing. “Bandaged dumb ass?”

Nodding his head in fury, Chuuya then grumbled to himself before forcing the distaste down his throat. “Yeah, but it’s not something you gotta worry about. That guys not worth anyone's time, especially yours.”

God, he knew that Dazai would’ve eaten this poor girl alive if he was here. She was too good for everyone in this place but especially for a monster like him. He would crush her innocent little soul into nothing.

If only he knew, right?

But naive little Chuuya didn’t know, his lips fixed into a frown only for the female stranger to say something rather out of pocket. “Sounds like you two are close..”

Close? What kind of joke was that? Yeah, the boy guessed he was close to Dazai in some capacity but not any he wanted to be. They were partners, forced to be stuck together. That’s it. Just what was this girl saying, what was she inferring from his words?

She didn’t think that two were…friends…right?

Because that was disgusting.

And he wanted her to know that. “Close?! You gotta be fucking kidding me, I hate that guy. I’m just forced to work with him, that's all. Calling me a dog all the damn time.”

Seriously, just what was this girl thinking? The day he actually became close to a guy like Dazai would be his last fucking day of earth.

Yet there was something in his sentence, something at the end that caused Asagao’s head to tilt back up against his hand as her lips parted open in some sort of delicious realization. Oh, so this is your dog, Samu. I can see why you love him.

And for a moment, Chuuya paused, sensing something different in the air.

Just why was this innocent girl looking at him so deviously, like a predator finding a new prey? It kind of creeped him out, like a horrible case of deja vu. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

Yet just as quickly as it appeared, it disappeared, the girl’s head tilting back down in order to kick her legs back and forth with some sort of hidden delight. “Oooh nothing. Just thinking, that’s all.”

The way she said that, it sounded so similar to Dazai that he couldn’t help but cringe, pushing his fingers away from her nose all at once.

But that was silly, that bastard was just getting in his head. The two couldn't be alike. She was too nice to be that twisted.

Shaking the idea away, the ginger haired boy then took a step back before running his hands under the sink next to him with a huff. “Right..well that should be good enough for now. When you get back to Osu or whatever, make sure he takes care of you.”

Then he watched as the red haired girl seemingly hopped to her feet before giving him a small smile in return. “Thanks..”

Her tone was open ended, like she was looking for his name. And because he didn’t see the harm in it, the boy compiled. “Chuuya.”

Nodding once, the girl then pulled her hand out of her pocket for him to shake before repeating the gesture. “Asagao.”

He took her hand reluctantly, shaking back and forth before the two kids made their way out of the bathroom only for Chuuya’s head to ring with concern. She wasn’t seriously going to wander around by herself, right? That was a horrible idea.

Pushing his hand to her shoulder, the boy then reeled her back in question. “You know, this isn’t the kind place you should be walking around alone..”

Yet the girl simply put her hand up before laughing at his worry, almost like the thought hadn’t crossed her mind. “Oh, it’s okay! I’m not alone, I’ve been getting some help. And here they are now. Did you find everything I asked for boys?”

Then Asa simply lifted her hand up before waving a group of scary suited men over to her, their hands full of various pillows, snacks and other items that Chuuya assumed were for her supposed “sleepover” plan. “Yes miss.”

He couldn’t help but gawk at the sight though, seeing the small cute girl sandwich herself between them before patting their shoulders without a care in a world. “Perfect, now let’s go! We don’t have much time.”

Just who was this girl? And how had she commanded this group of mafia guys to do her bidding? There was no way, right?

Yet before he could come up with an answer he heard Asagao call back to him, her hand waving as she beamed joyfully from a distance. “Thanks again Chu Chu!”

Almost immediately he felt his lips twist in annoyance for the nickname, knowing that’s not what he said when he introduced himself. “That’s not..”

Although before he could finish the sentence, she was gone, leaving him to wonder just what kind of hurricane he had unknowingly got himself into.

“...my name..”

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Feeling his own feet carry him down the dingy steps, Dazai soon found himself back in the port mafia basement, his fingers lingering over the knives in order for his dull lifeless eyes to pick up the blade like a cruel cold welcome.

He had picked up these weapons hundreds of times before and this was no different. It was like muscle memory at this point and the boy fully knew what was coming next.

Dazai then seemingly slipped into his own internal thoughts, the warm lights of Bar Lupin and the soft blush that crossed Asagao’s face just a few hours prior. Such things were so lively, so real that he had almost forgotten the damp lonely feeling of where he originated from.

In Odasaku’s apartment, in the presence of Asagao he could block out the evil inside him, he could ignore the pull to destroy and to trample, but not here. Just by the shift of the air he knew that here there could only be darkness and corruption.

He couldn’t be a good man here, it was impossible to be.

But perhaps that was the point, that’s why Mori had brought him here. Because he was getting too comfortable, he was beginning to delude himself from reality. He had told himself that he could change, that he could be more than a monster.

And the boy still wanted that to be true, for Odasaku and Asagao both.

Pushing open the rushy hinges, Dazai then made his way to the shackled prisoner before him in order to immediately dig his knife into the man’s shoulder and twist and blade in muscle memory as he cried out in agony.

And as he felt the familiar sickening joy course through every single one of his muscles, the boy knew that it was wrong. That he shouldn’t have felt such satisfaction in making this man squirm. That’s not what a good person was supposed to do.

Yet he did, his body, his fingers, his muscles all twitched in satisfaction with the only thing that had accompanied him since he was a child. It was familiar, pulling him further away from his original goals by the second.

Simply because this was what this fucked up world had made him to be.

That’s right, he was the demon prodigy, he was shaped and misformed to be this way, a perfect monster of the port mafia. If Asagao saw him then he would think so also. She would take back her belief in him.

And though he tried to keep that fragile hope of change, with every stab and scream he physically felt it begin to slip away from him. This isn’t what Odasaku would’ve wanted, it’s not what Asagao thought he was..but this was all he had..

As a boy, as a child, Dazai was never given love, he never knew a gentle touch or a kind word. He didn’t grow up with normalcy or any sort of mundane. He went to bed with murder woke up with blood on his fingers and the sound of deafening screams.

Sometimes his own, sometimes not. But the fact remained clear as day even so..

This was what he was good at, whether Dazai liked it or not.

And that only showed just how different he truly was to Oda’s precious little sister. The things that Asagao had lived through were great but she had gotten away where he couldn’t. She could see more than his pathetic little world.

She was free where he would never be.

Another stab, another trail of blood seeped across his fingers only for a dark mocking voice to fill his ears and drown out his victims screams, his own thoughts and guilt corrupting him to insanity.

You are dishonoring his memory.

He knew that. He knew that so well, that by doing this, by torturing this guy he was going against everything that Odaskau wished for him. But he didn’t know any different, he couldn’t know any different. He wasn’t worth anything else but this.

You are making his little sister's words useless.

Damn it, he knew that also, okay?! A haunting memory, a foolish statement, that’s all it was. She called him a good man but what he was doing was in no way the truth. He knew she’d be disappointed like this, seeing him bathed in blood, torturing this man because of own inability to change.

Fuck, he hated it, he hated himself for being so incompetent.

What did she possibly see in him? Why did she call him precious? He wasn’t precious, he was a joke. A pathetic unfunny fucking joke. Didn’t she see how he was crumbling, how much of a failure he truly was?

Gritting his teeth against his own chaos, Dazai’s own demons tormented him once more.

You are not a good man.

And as his bloodied knife raised into the air once more, the demon prodigy knew the truth, his mind screaming it like a death sentence.

No, I’m not. I’m sorry.

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