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starstruckmiraclekitty · 1 year

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Date With Your Lieutenant

Simon Ghost Riley X Afab Reader

Note: This is my first smut, so it's not as good as I'd like it to be. Apologies if it isn't good!

As always, if there's anything you'd like me to write, feel free to send a request!😊

Warnings: swearing, p in v sex, oral (m and f receiving), fingerings, cream pie----MDNI!!!

To say that you were nervous was an immense understatement. You found yourself pacing around your bathroom, constantly checking back to your reflection in the mirror. You were wearing minimalist makeup, had loose curls cascading down your the middle of your back, and had a floral blouse with tight jeans on. Every time you looked back to your reflection, you ended up touching up your makeup or fixing a stray hair. Any minute now, your Lieutenant would arrive at your home to pick you up for a date.

You and Ghost had danced around each other's feelings for nearly the entirety of your years working together. Both of you had mutual feelings for each other, but neither one of you had the courage to act on it. Until one night, when he had a little liquid courage (and Soaps incessant pestering), Ghost decided to make his move and ask you out on a proper date.

A knock at your front door had pulled you from your thoughts. If you were nervous before, that paled in comparison to how you were feeling now. It's just Ghost, you thought to yourself. I have no reason to be nervous. However it was not Ghost who was standing at your door, it was Simon Riley, someone who hadn't shown himself to you fully, save for the small moments here and there throughout your working relationship.

You walked to your front door, and wiped your sweaty palms on your jeans. "Grow a pair, Y/N." You told yourself, as you opened the door.

The sight that welcomed you, had melted your insides. Simon was standing in front of you, in a nice sweater, jeans and combat boots. What had really got you, was the fact that he wasn't wearing a mask. You had yet to see him without his signature balaclava, but you were not disappointed in the slightest. His light brown hair had been styled neatly, his face cleanly shaven. He had freckles that littered his slightly crooked nose, and his eyes were even more stunning now that they were unobscured by the black paint he usually wore.

"You alright? You look as if you've seen a ghost." Simon's cheeky remark had pulled you from admiring his features.

"Heavens, Riley. If that's your opening line, I'm in for quite the night." You rolled your eyes playfully, your nervous giggle betraying the confidence you were trying to convey.

" 'm teasing love, you look beautiful by the way." He said bashfully, as he stretched his hand out to you. In your deep admiration of his features, you had failed to notice he was holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand the entire time.

"Oh! They're so pretty, Simon. Thank you!" You exclaimed, grabbing the bouquet from him. You had never been given flowers on a first date before, and needless to say, you were even more enamored with the man in front of you because of it. "Soap had lied to me, said you looked like E.T. under your mask."

Simon had let out a hearty laugh at your statement, as your eyes widened at what you just said.

"Oh my God! I didn't mean to say that. It was a joke on his part, but saying it out loud sounds so insensitive, I'm so sorry."

"I ought to ring Johnny's neck for that one, haven't I." Simon waved away your apologies, with a shit eating grin on his face.

"You and I both." You agreed. "Come in! I'll go put these beautiful flowers in a vase, and we can head out?"

"Sounds good." He hummed, as he walked into your flat. As you went into your kitchen, Simon took in his surroundings. Your flat wasn't small by any means, but it was undeniably cozy. You had updated furniture and appliances, pictures of family and friends lining the walls, and it appeared to him that you took very good care of your home.

"It's not much, but it's home. My friend always does a great job looking after it when I'm on duty." You said softly as you entered the living room, noticing him looking around.

"It's nice. It's exactly what I'd expect your home to look like." Simon replied, turning around to meet your eyes.

"I hope that's a compliment?" You giggled.

"Of course it is. Shall we head out?" He asked, offering you his arm.

You nodded meekly, taking his arm. A blush had come to heat your cheeks as you were reminded again, that you were about to go on a date with the man you've been in love with for years.

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Simon had taken you to a small fancy Italian restaurant about 15 minutes from your flat. You were frankly shocked that he had chosen this place, as it was often incredibly busy, and nearly impossible to get a reservation unless you booked a month in advance.

He had proven himself to be the utmost gentleman, as he held open your car door, held the front door open for you, and had even pulled your chair out for you inside the restaurant.

After you had both ordered your drinks and food, you found yourself staring at Simon with a smile on your face. You were still in awe of how he looked without the mask, and you couldn't deny you were even more attracted to him than you had been before.

"Stare any longer, and your eyeballs may just fall out." Simon chided, earning a chuckle from you.

"Sorry, I can't help it. You're quite handsome." You replied, nervously tucking a hair behind your ear.

"That so? What would you have done if I looked like E.T., as Soap called it?" He joked, his playful tone drawing a smile to your face.

"Well, then I would've said it's a good thing I liked you for your personality first."

"I've been told my personality is.. lacking some desirable traits."

"Well they just haven't got to know the man beneath the mask. I'm sure anyone who sees what I do would be as pleasantly surprised as I was when I first started peeling back some of those layers. I'm excited to see what else I can learn about you." You admitted, taking a sip of your wine.

Simon smiled at your admission, as he reached across the table to stroke your hand with his thumb. “I’m just glad you’re giving me the chance to show you.”

“So what do you get up to, when you’re on leave?” You asked.

“Little bit of this, a little bit of that.I usually do some housework for my neighbors, like to go to the local farmers market every once in a while. I suppose my life outside of work is pretty mundane.”

“Anything is mundane compared to what we do on the field. You’ll have to take me to the farmer’s market one day, I’ve always wanted to go to one.”

“Sure. The one by my place always has a great selection, depending on what you’re looking for.”

“I don’t know why, but it’s hard to view you walking around a farmer’s market.” The thought had made you giggle.

“Oh, let me tell you. The old ladies there love me.” He grinned.

“Now that I have to see. Simon Riley being doted on by little old ladies.” You covered your mouth to stifle your amusement.

“What about you?” He asked.

“Oh! Well, I consider myself pretty crafty. I’ll knit, I paint sometimes when I have an itching to do it. Usually I just try to surround myself with friends and family.” You said, as the waitress came over with your food.

“Ah, forgot about your crafty side. Never thanked you properly for fixing my mask a few weeks ago.” Simon said.

“I think this is thanks enough. This food looks great, I can’t believe you got a reservation here! It’s been here for years, and I’ve never had a chance to try it, it’s always too busy.” You replied, your mouth watering looking at the pasta in front of you.

“I have my ways.” He chuckled, meeting your inquisitive gaze.

“Oh now I have to hear this!” You laughed.

Dinner had gone on for what felt like hours, conversation flowing naturally for the two of you. The small tidbits that Simon had given you about his personal life had you falling harder for the man than you had anticipated you would, especially after your first official date. Once you both had had your fair share of food and drink, Simon had driven you home. During the ride, you had shown him a few different bands you were into, and he had made a mental note to try listening to them on his own.

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As you walked up to your doorstep, you turned to Simon with a small smile. "I really had a nice time tonight Simon. I'm glad we did this, really."

"That makes two of us, love." He bowed his head, trying to hide the redness in his cheeks at your words. "I'll see you soon?"

"Absolutely, I'd love that. You still owe me a trip to that farmers market." Your smile grew bigger at his shyness.

He gave you another nod, and returned your smile, then turned back to walk to his truck.

"Simon?"

He turned around at the mention of his name, meeting your sheepish stare. "Yeah?"

"I thought first dates usually end with a kiss." You said softly, so softly Simon was glad he was actually able to hear it.

Simon's smile had grown ten times at your comment, and he strode up to you, your faces inches apart. "That so?"

"I mean, only if you want. I don't want to for-" you were cut off by Simon's lips pressing against yours. His lips were rough, but the kiss was surprisingly gentle. Once you had regained your senses, you reciprocated the kiss and wrapped your arms around Simon's neck.

"I've been wanting to do that for awhile, just trying to be a gentleman." He said as he pulled away breathless.

"Well lucky for both of us, I'm no gentleman." You replied, shocking yourself at your sudden confidence.

Simon looked at you with the cheekiest grin you'd ever seen on him, and he pulled you back into a kiss. The kiss was deeper this time, as he grabbed onto your hips and pulled you closer. Your arms which were still around his neck had squeezed together, and your hands had moved to his hair, threading the strands softly.

As the kiss continued, Simon's hands started to move slowly down to your backside, and he lightly squeezed the flesh there. "Perhaps we should go inside, don't want to give my neighbors a show." You said breathlessly, pulling away for just a moment to look Simon in the eyes, hoping he'd pick up on your hint.

"As you wish m'lady." He said, grabbing the backs of your thighs and lifting you into his arms.

You squealed in delight, wrapping your legs around his toned midsection, as he walked into your flat closing the door behind him.

The two of you had resumed your heated makeout, pulling away only to instruct Simon where your bedroom was.

He gently tossed you on your bed, smirking slightly as he watched your form bounce a few times from the impact.

"Are you gonna stand there and stare at me, or are you going to come over here and kiss me again." You said, still shocked at the confidence that was emitting from you. You weren't sure it was the wine flowing through your system, or the fact that you were desperate for Simon to touch you.

"Someone's bossy, maybe I should make you wait." He chided, climbing over your form on the bed.

"Please, Simon." You looked up at him, your eyes not betraying the lust you were feeling.

"Since you asked so nicely." He cooed, leaning down to capture your lips in his. You wrapped your arms around his neck again pulling him down closer to you. Simon took the opportunity to run his tongue along your bottom lip, and you had opened your mouth to allow his tongue to slip in. As the kiss deepend, his hand slid from your head, down to your clothed breast and gave it a squeeze. You threw your head back and let out a soft moan at the contact.

"Y/N, love. I need you to look at me, and tell me that you want this." Simon said, the sternness in his voice grabbing your attention immediately.

"Simon, yes. I want this. I want you." You begged, looking deeply into his dark brown eyes.

Seeing that there was nothing but the truth in your eyes, Simon lifted your form slightly off the bed to remove your shirt, leaving you in your bra and pants. He leaned down and kissed the valley in between your breasts, using both hands to palm at each breast. You arched your back, whimpering slightly at his touch, and he slid his hands behind your back to unclasp your bra.

“Fucking hell, you’re perfect.” He mumbled as he threw the bra into a random corner of your room. He bent his head down, and latched his mouth onto your breast, while his hand massaged at the other. He gave your nipple a soft bite, and promptly moved onto your other breast, continuing the same movement he had on the other.

Your hands latched onto his head, as you struggled to keep your composure at his actions. He moved his head back up to nip lightly at your neck, and you were sure it would leave a mark by morning. Satisfied by the mark forming on your neck, Simon slowly moved his way down your body, kissing every inch of exposed skin he could. When he got to the waistband of your pants, he looked up at you, his eyes far darker than they were a bit ago.

“May I?” He asked, his fingers lightly tracing the skin above your pants. You simply nodded in response, giving him the okay to continue.

He smiled at this, and started to unbutton your jeans, moving them slowly down your legs, leaving you in the lace underwear you had put on only hours earlier. You weren’t expecting for this to happen tonight with Simon, but you were glad you threw these on as a just in case.

“Cute.” He chuckled, admiring the panties. He hooked his fingers on the band of them, and proceeded to pull them off of you, leaving you completely bare to him.

You suddenly grew shy, as you were completely naked, and he was still fully clothed. You subconsciously squeezed your thighs shut, and your heart rate increased tenfold.

“Nuh uh. None of that. You are beautiful Y/N. Let me show you that.” He spoke, as he came up to give you a soft kiss.

You unclenched your thighs, and took a deep breath, letting him look at you. “Fucking beautiful thing you are.” He said quietly, moving to lay in between your legs.”You’re so wet for me already.” He kissed the inside of your thighs, making you grow even wetter by the second. You looked down to see his eyes already on you, and the moment you made eye contact with him, he pressed a kiss to your core.

“S-Simon.” You gasped, throwing your head back onto your pillows.

Pleased with your response, Simon ran his tongue alongside your folds, painstakingly slow, savoring your taste. “Jesus, you taste amazing.” He groaned. He then picked up his pace, licking at your heat fast, not giving you a second to breathe. Your back arched from the sensation, prompting him to put an arm on your midsection to hold you still.

“Oh my god, feels so good.” You cried, throwing your hands into his hair and tugging. Simon groaned at this, and moved a finger down to your core, to stroke your folds as he caught his breath.

“Yeah? I won’t stop then.” He said with a cheeky grin, slipping his slender finger in you, as his mouth latched back onto your clit with a fervor he didn’t have before. Between the movement of his tongue on your clit, and his finger pumping into you, you were seeing stars. You had never felt this good just having someone go down on you, no, Simon knew what he was doing. He was unraveling you with just his mouth and finger.

The closer you felt yourself to release, the harder you fought against Simon’s hold. The pace he had set was brutal, it was like this was his first meal in years, and he couldn’t get enough. The noises that your pussy was making, mixed with the sounds of his mouth were obscene, and was pushing you closer to your first orgasm of the night. It amazed you that this was your first time with him, and yet he knew exactly where the right spots were for you. His tongue relentlessly flicking your clit, and his finger curling at just the right spot to make your brain go blank.

Just as you were focusing on trying to last a little longer to enjoy the sensation, Simon had added a second finger, and you were gone. You cried out as your orgasm had hit you hard, fully fighting against Simon’s grip and squeezing your thighs around his head. This did not deter him however, from finishing out your orgasm. He took everything you had to offer, licking up every ounce of arousal from your heat.

You were trying to catch your breath, your head thrown back to your pillows, when Simon finally pulled away, wiping his face of your remaining juices. He chuckled at your form, as you were still trying to come down from your orgasm. He leaned up to press a kiss to your lips, and you returned the kiss deeply.

Finally regaining your senses again, you rolled the two of you so that you were on top. You smiled down at him, and instructed him to take off his shirt. As he did, you caught yourself slack jawed at his torso. There were scars that had littered his chiseled abs, painting the picture that this man had been through hell and back. You ran your fingers along the raised skin, and leaned down to place a kiss on each scar you could find. You could feel Simon relax under your touch, and he leaned his head back with an arm tucked behind his head to watch you.

You met his eyes, as you started to fumble with his belt. In one swift motion you had his pants off leaving him in nothing but his boxer briefs. You could now see the imprint of his hardness through the material, and it made your mouth water. He was bigger than you had anticipated him being. You looked to him while toying with the band of the fabric, silently asking for permission. He nodded and his breath hitched as you pulled them down his legs. Your eyes widened, now able to see him entirely, and he grew flustered under your intense gaze.

Smiling to yourself, you muttered "pretty" before taking his length in your hand, and swiping your tongue at his tip, collecting the pre-cum there. Simon tensed at this, and let out a breathy moan. "F-fuck."

Taking this as your cue to continue, you sank your mouth down on his length as far as you could go, using your hand to get what you couldn't with your mouth.

Simon's hands flew to your hair lightly grabbing it, guiding your head. You could hear soft grunts emitting from his mouth, and you were loving it. You decided to pick up the pace moving your hand and mouth faster, swirling your tongue around his tip each time your mouth moved.

He pulled your head up suddenly and pulled you up to his lips. " 'nough of that. I gotta feel you." He breathed on your lips, flipping you both so you were underneath him.

"You're sure?" He asked, his tip prodding at your entrance. His forehead was touching yours, and you felt his warm breath on your face.

Instead of replying verbally, you nodded and pulled his face down to yours to kiss him again.

He reached down to guide himself into you, and the both of you let out moans at the feeling. He was barely in, and your walls were already burning from the stretch he was causing. He sank slowly into you, pulling away from the kiss to watch your expressions.

You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to take a deep breath. You had never been with someone his size, and you've never felt this full before. The stretch was heavenly, and as the pain started to fade, you felt yourself squirming underneath him, trying to get him to move.

Simon had taken the hint, and slowly started moving his hips. "Fucking hell, you feel so good sweetheart." He groaned in your ear.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, allowing him to go at a deeper angle. At this, Simon picked up the pace. His thrusts started to become faster, burying himself to the hilt with each snap of his hips.

"Simon, oh- oh my god." You cried out, tears forming in the corner of your eyes from the pleasure.

"That's it, taking me so well." He cooed, not relenting the brutal pace he had set. He looked down to see your heat swallowing his cock whole, and the sight nearly set him over the edge.

Your nails raked down his back, and you were sure you drew some blood with the force. You were so close, any moment now you knew you'd find your second orgasm.

"Simon please, so close." You whimpered.

"I'll get you there love. Cum with me yeah?" He asked reaching down in between your bodies, finding your clit and rubbing it harshly.

"Fuck!" You moaned out, digging your nails further into his back.

"Jesus, I'm almost there. Fuck." He grunted, picking up the pace even more, leaving you nearly unable to catch your breath.

"Simon!" You cried, the coil in your belly snapping, as you found your second release of the night.

Simon wasn't far behind, "Where sweetheart?"

"Inside me, please. I'm safe." You gasped out.

He growled at that, and with one final thrust you felt him spill out inside you with a long breathy moan. "Fuckkking hell."

As he caught his breath, you let out a chuckle and laid your hand on his cheek. Simon looked down at you with a tired smile, and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

He slowly pulled out of you, leaving you feeling empty. "Be right back love."

He went into the bathroom and returned with a damp cloth, carefully wiping around your heat taking extra care to not rub too harshly.

He tossed the rag aside and pulled you into his arms. "You okay?" He asked, pressing his lips to your shoulder.

"Never better." You said , turning your head to plant a kiss on his lips. "Will you stay the night?" You were hopeful he would, but didn't want to push him past what he was comfortable with.

"If you'll have me, I'd love to."

You smiled to yourself, and curled yourself into Simon's chest, the tiredness taking over quickly. “Always.”

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You awoke the next morning, still locked in an embrace with Simon. You blinked the sleep away, and turned your gaze to him, to already find him looking at you.

“Good morning.” You murmured.

“Mornin’, sleep well?” He asked, brushing a stray hair from your face

“Best I have slept in months.” You admitted.

“Tis a good thing then, I was thinking maybe we could grab some breakfast, and I can take you to that farmers market?” He looked down at you, a hopeful look on his face.

“Yes! I can’t wait to see these little old ladies who supposedly love you so much!” You exclaimed, jumping out of bed to go get ready.

Simon chuckled at your excitement. As he watched you get ready, Simon Riley knew that he was madly in love with you and couldn't wait to see what was in store for the two of you.

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lucysarah-c · 6 months

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I would like you very much to talk about the girlfriend effect on Levi's fashion

The man has zero sense on it it's actually hurt

The way I squealed when I read this ask. I was like that TikTok sound of “OH MY GOODNESSI LOVE THIS QUESTION! I THINK..!”

*Deep sigh* Anon, you're absolutely right; it's time we face the truth about Levi's sense of style – it's hideous. Have you witnessed those panels of him in the Uprising arc with a T-shirt on top of a long-sleeve shirt? I mean, seriously, it's like, "You're lucky I adore you, Levi…"

Now, let's establish some basics. We can't delve into the "girlfriend effect" without first acknowledging Levi's life as a man. I hate to break it to many of us, but Levi is, indeed, a man – raised by Kenny, no less. Levi values cleanliness and practicality. To sum up Levi's approach to broad topics: cheap, pragmatic, and straightforward. The only exceptions to this rule are tea and cleaning. Levi grew up in poverty, so he won't waste a single penny on face cream, even if you harass him. As an example, there's a "game" that was only available, I believe, in Japan, that had side stories, and Levi literally told Erwin he wasted too much money on "pointless" stuff like hair pomade…

Levi doesn't buy much furniture, treats for his body, clothes – anything, really. I'd even venture to say he might get some of his clothes from donations. He saves his money for tea… and tea sets.

And here's where the girlfriend comes into the picture. It starts subtly; she spends a night in his personal chambers and suggests bringing in new pillows, curtains, furniture, scented candles, and bathroom appliances for her stuff. Then the full transformation happens.

Levi, pale as ever, refuses to wear sunscreen like any man would. “I'm trying to look after you!" she would insist while running her hand through his face; he's not pleased. He hates the sticky feeling, but it's just the beginning. He pretends to dislike it, but he falls asleep so easily when his face is on her legs, and she's giving him a face massage with a full face glam, mask, and gua sha.

"You have to use it like this, against the hair movement, to create volume so your hair doesn't stick to your scalp," she says, applying molding wax to his hair to give it more volume. Skincare routine? Check. Lip balms? Check. Hairstyles? Check. Personal chambers now looking comfy and homey? Double-check.

And finally, the clothes. He's against it at first, always in uniform, so why bother? But she explains how proportions and colors can make him look taller, and he's tempted to tell her he doesn't care. However, her puppy eyes beg him to wear what she chose.

The result? Levi, who once dressed like a pre-teen from the 2000s, transforms into a model. The LOOKS? He goes out with the vets for a few beers on a day off, and MPs are turning around; even Erwin is surprised. He's supposed to be the high maintenance of the group, not Levi! This transformation becomes the main giveaway that Levi is dating. Glowing skin, glass-like complexion, perfectly cut and smooth hair with ideal volume.

The cherry on top? Suddenly, he's taking days off, going out more, and knows a lot about which restaurants are "not that bad," all while dressing like a Vogue cover.

The only disadvantage? Now he has his pockets full of lip glosses, napkins, hand cream, etc. Women's clothes don't have pockets. How is he supposed to explain to the MPs when they ask for a pen, and he pulls out a pink, glittery lip gloss from his pocket? Not everything is an upside.

I ADORED this question! I hope the answer is somehow what you had in mind! Thank you so so much for sending this.

I hope you and your loved ones are doing great today and stay safe!

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count-alucard-tepes · 7 months

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What sexy things do the OP Hotties do that turn you on? 👀

Haha I normally wouldn’t do slightly spicy asks but I’ll respond to this one because I can’t resist😆😍

Kizaru ✨: he such a tease, you know he’s so smooth with the ladies and he dresses really well too. A well put together man is always desirable.

Akainu🌋: he’s stoic and cold and I’m a brat 😂 I feel like that would be the perfect match for someone like him. Also he has tattoos and he seems like he would protect me with his life and that’s so sexy.

Ryokugyu 🌱: he’s a bad boy and everyone loves a bad boy. And when ever I get mad at him he would just turn into a tree with my favorite flowers…a girl is sold.

Fujitora 🐅: he’s such a sweetheart, you know he would be the best husband ever.

Sir Crocodile 🐊: it’s his style, he just oozes sexiness in everything he does and says. He knows he can have anyone and that confidence is really sexy.

Doflamingo Donquixote 🦩: the ultimate bad boy who would have you wrapped around his finger literally and figuratively. It’s the sexy body, the laugh, the style! Not to mention, he’s someone you don’t want to cross the line with him. He’s the guy your parents say stay away from with good reason but you still want a taste.

Benn Beckman 🔫: he’s so mysterious and you know he’ll charm your pants off in 30 seconds. He’s also strong and smart…it’s a win-win situation!

Katakuri Charlotte 🍡: Oda thought everyone was gonna be terrified of this hottie! But no, this mochi baby daddy is the perfect example of don’t judge a book by its cover! He’s a family guy who listens to his mom and cares for his younger siblings! And not to mention he’s got a sexy body and can tell why you’re angry before you stomp around ! And he loves donuts so I never have to diet again! I AM SOLD!

Killer🔪: alright post time skip Killer is hot and all but pre time skip Killer had me on my knees! He’s is so cute and mysterious but also super intelligent and fine af! Blonde hair and blue eyes…that’s my punk rock Barbie right there!

Kaido🐉: he’s emotional af when he’s drunk and just loves the hell out of his kid and those around him that are loyal to him! To be Yamato’s mom and smash Kaido at him prime! Omg I’d cling to ankles, y’all !

King 👑 : he’s the hot character of color who is the epitome of tall, dark and sexy! He has the white hair! He’s that bitch! He’s got wings and legs for days! The fucking face tattoo!!! I would cling onto his knees (since that’s probably the highest point where I’d be able reach him) and die for this baby daddy!

Queen👑: oh man, Queen is so fucking cool! I just wanna party with him until I can’t walk anymore! You know he puts the party God to shame! Karaoke night at Onigashima would be everything!

Izou🔫🔫: he’s so beautiful…I would be so shy around him because he’s so freaken pretty and would always look hotter than me! It’s always nice to have someone else do your hair and make up and Izou is my main man to be my wifey!

Dragon D Monkey 🐉🐒: the face tattoo! You know he’s a badass when he got a face tattoo and his best friend is an Okama! I’m ready to see Dragon naked, y’all! I’m about to be Luffy’s stepmom! Croc is about to gut me😂😂😂

Oven Charlotte 🍞: feeling sad…he bakes some cake…feeling happy…let’s have croissants! He’s just gonna fatten me up and I’ll never have to diet again because I’ll always be smaller than him! These Charlotte men are just the best! He’s also got main character energy 😂

Buggy🤡: he has hair goals I want to achieve but will never reach even if I tried! He’s charismatic and funny af! Buggy-sama is everything!😍

Marco the Phoenix 🦅: he’s a doctor! Score! My parents would never be prouder since I’m not…next best thing is my hubby being a doctor! He’s also such a cutie who seems to always be smiling!

Eustass Kidd🤘🎸: our favorite angry firecracker! He’s a cutie who wears make up and looks like he should be a drummer in a rock band! He’s got beautiful red hair and he’s intelligent! He also can fix your appliances! That’s a wifey right there!

Rosinantè Donquixote aka Cora-San💕: he’s gentle and emotionally available! Not to mention he’s a natural dad! He’s funny and clumsy af but a total badass! Let’s not forget he’s the handsome sibling lol

Who’s Who ❤️‍🔥👹: omg he’s tall, has pink hair, has tattoos and has a sexy smirk! Not to forget he turns into a cute kitty man! I’m ready to have his kittens!

Gecko Moria🦇: now prime Gecko Moria was every fucking thing! I mean who challenges Kaido and doesn’t actually lose…kinda! He was really hot too!

Iceburg💜: he’s so cute and funny, I can’t with him! He’s also so intelligent and can build stuff, love it!

Gild Tesoro⚜️🏅: first of all, he’s rich and he’s hot! A girl is sold! He sings and dances…even better!

Rob Lucci🐆: he’s so cute! I can’t deal especially in his kitty form, he’s also mysterious. From hot to cold in a mere couple of seconds! I love it! His hair is so beautiful too! I can’t deal!

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san8ny · 27 days

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next door.

an: Inspired by a movie I watched last summer, ‘The Roommate’

Insane Ellie Williams

When you first moved into the block, she didn’t notice you, atleast, you thought she didn’t.

Second week, she’s knocking on your door with her dad, some baked foods in-hand.

Third week, she’s regularly waving at you whenever you two cross pants, a toothy grin when you return it,

and by the fourth week, she’s coming over to help fix appliances.

Ellie Williams was something, but nothing short of the girl next door.

As you two grew closer, it seemed like everyone else was becoming farther. Your parents, your friends, hell—even the landlord stopped talking to you, only opting to drop off letters when rent was due.

Everyone but Ellie.

She was tied to you, glued to your hip if you would,

When you brought this up in a pitiful drunken state one night she was hanging over, Ellie was silent, brushing your hair like everything you were saying was going in one ear and out the other, but she acknowledged it..ish?

“I won’t leave you.”

and while it seemed like a promise she could only keep for so long, she was serious about it.

So serious your hair styles began to seem similar, you two dressed alike, Ellie began to do everything you did.

She was just likely someone who didn’t have alot of originality is what you chalked it up to,

“Is that my shirt?” You say confused, eyeing the tee Ellie was adorning while she watches T.V in your living room— oh yeah, forgot to mention she borderline lives with you now.

“No.” Ellie says, returning her gaze to the screen.

When you decide rent has gotten too high for you and you’re thinking of moving out, a letter is dropped by your door.

Assumption being an eviction letter, you’re startled with the contents inside once opened: Your rent amount slashed in half.

You never bring it up, keeping your blessings to your self as Ellie watches you from down the hall, smiling when you return back into your home.

Joel was at his wits ends, no longer being able to put up with his daughter’s unhealthy obsession with the neighbor, but he thinks it’s better being uninvolved.

She’s done this with the others, whats so different about you?

‘Everything’ is what Ellie screams out, leaving the dinner table in a fury and storming up to her room.

She lays in her bed, eyes pooling with tears before she crawls out of it and walks over to her closet. Basking in the several pictures of you taped up— childhood, recents, printed out screenshots of your instagram feed.

“I love you..” she whispers, kissing the film, “so..so much..”

#tlou #ellie williams #the last of us #wlw

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thattiredanimator1t0mblr · 9 months

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| soft!father figure!Miguel o'hara x teen!spidey?reader | Headcanons | (platonic)

(Miguel o'hara x reader platonic)

(Miguel o'hara x teen!reader platonic)

(Miguel o'hara x reader platonic)

A/n: reminder, miguel is gonna be OOC(out of character) as HELL because I legit forgot how to write, and I lost all my skills because of art block 2 years ago and stopped. So, just a heads up, Ooc!Miguel.

Trigger warning: cursing, mentions of loss of family members/and or friends, mentions of death, mentions of dead family members(?), potentially overprotective/slight platonic yandere!miguel(?), etc.

Miguel....looks at you, the same way he looks at his own pride and joy, which is also you, ofc. (Because you are the main character and are amazing.)

He'll try and brush your hair, no matter how short or how thin it is. if you have a buzz cut, he'll just lightly massage your head. If you have braids or an afro, etc, he'll try and learn hair styles like that for you, like how to do braids, or afro puffs for you (please correct me on terminology, I'm not black, so forgive me if I accidentally say something wrong or call a hair style the wrong name/gen)

He will help you with anything and everything. You are his new pride and joy, sit down, and don't worry about a thing. :)

He'll help you with missions, homework, hell, even on how to build nuclear weapons if you ask nicely enough.

You're his kid(metaphorically), why shouldn't he help you with everything and dote on you?

However if you are more independent or less likely to understand/and or like how much he tries to help you in everything, he'll back off, he trusts you, he just cares about you too much to let you do anything(as horrible as that sounds, it comes from a place of good)

He's like those overprotective dad's that tell you, your outfit is too revealing, or some horror story about some random kid getting kidnapped before you go out. (Is that just my parents? Maybe I'm projecting a little, sorry!)

He will judge your friends, especially if its other spiders, hobie? He won't say anything to you but he will lecture hobie for 2 hours on making sure not to be a bad influence on you, gwen is...alright, he may not really like her but he understands why your friends (whatever that reason may be.), miles? Oh fuck no. Miguel would rather set himself on fire and destroy the spider society instead of letting miles be friends with you, and (aromantics, don't read this part.) If you're dating miles, congrats, miguel is popping a blood vessel from how pissed he is.

Of course, he may lecture you, or even 'ground you'(he'll start to get very emotional after 2 hours of being away from you, he can not risk losing another kid, you are too important to him.), but a little bit of pestering/and or convincing, and he'll begrudgingly accept you and miles are friends/dating.

He may teach you Spanish, if you're up for it.

Calls you spanish nicknames. (Hispanics and people who speak spanish fluently, I am so sorry, I don't know spanish and I'm using Google Translate, please forgive me for this. Please correct me in the replies/comments so I can edit this and fix it./gen)

Princesa/Príncipe, Cariño, Mi sol, mi corazón, mi vida, etc.

He lets(makes) you stay with him on his platform office thingy(sorry, I don't know what to call it.), he'll pull up a YouTube video or movie on some hologram, or holographic screen and let you watch while he works.

Honestly, does not know now to use basic cooking appliances, if you're from a universe where the year is like, anything under 2060, congrats, miguel will not understand any terminology or technology you have(like a regular phone, ipad or a regular computer from 2020, his universe is so futuristic and such, those things are ANCIENT to him, God forbid you quote any vines infront him, he will not understand and there's like a 30% chance his grandparents/great grandparents used to quote vines.)

Will ask you to help him with a fucking microwave,, his universe is so futuristic.

Sometimes, he sends you with him on missions that aren't missions, like jsut going out to soem really nice universe he thinks you'll like, and being 'undercover'(you're both gonna wear whatever you want, hell probably wear casual, you can wear anything you're comfortable in.). To which you'll both jsut be hanging out at some cafe, library, amusement Park, cinema, whatever place you like or he thinks you'll like, and pretends that you're looking for some anomaly but in the end he'll jsut tell you to go back to HQ or your own universe and he'll take care of the anomaly(there was no anomaly, he lied so that he could hang out with you.)

If you lose or are going to lose any family members, friends, lover, etc, maybe from the Canon or something else, he'll do everything to cheer you up, highest quality therapy, stuffed animals(if you like those), the entire series of a book you like, he'll even pay for your favorite Netflix show to get a 2nd/'random number' season, he is a billionaire, he won't let you on any missions, he'll make you rest, help you mourn and even maybe help arrange the funeral if you trust him enough.

This man has severe abandonment issues(hc), he has lost his daughter and family, he cna not lose you too.

He is a bit clingy and overprotective, he doesn't, like, read your texts or anything, but he does silently judge your friends, aswell as sometimes glare at anyone.

He has a huge soft spot for you.

If he's in the middle of lecturing or arguing with someone, maybe because of a mission, and you walk in or he notices you walking by, he will stop and say good morning/good afternoon/whatever time it is.

Warning, 'cringe' below, because I do not know how to use spanish nicknames properly, please forgive me :(

"(Random spiderman) this mission was important! You made mistake that could've costed someone their life!- good morning, Cariño."

^ this is what I mean by that.

Sometimes, he makes lyla monitor you on missions 10 times more then any other spider because he gets worried about you.

He will help you with your spidey suit, and making a suit if it rips or you don't have one yet.

This man will watch soccer, and get pissed off at how badly they're playing, like, you could jsut be in another room or sitting next to him doing your own thing and all of a sudden you'll hear a roar of spanish curses and such, because someone made a stupid move while playing.

He'll make you pack lunches, burritos, Quesadillas, Empanadas, Enchiladas, etc, (now I'm hungry thinking about it😭). If you don't like any of those or are allergic to certain ingredients used in those, he'll make you something else, a sandwich, burger, maybe French fries, sliced fruit, strawberrys dipped in chocolate (if your not allergic), pasta, lasagna, etc. Or he'll just buy you some takeout and put it in a lunch box for you. Whatever you prefer :)

Supports you no matter what, no matter your identity, religion, sexuality, race, etc, he supports you :).

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-𝔹𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕤 ℙ𝕋. 𝟞-

parings - wednesdayaddams x fem!reader

summary - wednesday and r learn about the wonderful world of taxes sksksksk

warnings - swearing but that’s it my dudes

an - big thanks to @myfturn for requesting this to become a series <3 ——————————

In your opinion, whoever invented weather was a terrible person. Winter nights in New Jersey were absolutely awful, considering the cold drop in temperatures and the humid air, you were suffering. Your body couldn’t decide if it wanted to bundle up under the covers or get away from them, which was excruciatingly annoying.

It also didn’t help that your heater had recently given up on you. Normally, you would assume your appliances in your luxurious gothic mansion would work perfectly, but all hell was against you and decided to make you suffer in the cold.

So that is why you were bundled up in your wife’s hoodie as you curled up by your fireplace. Payment files and your monthly taxes for november were spewed out around you as you jotted things down on a notebook. Your lip was in between your teeth, being chewed on gently as you calculated the prices for your water bill and electricity bill.

A frown of confusion made its way onto your face and you mumbled a small “fuck” as you stared at your water bill tax for the past three months. Your brain didn’t seem to want to work with you, so none of the written material was clicking as you read it.

Unfortunately, Nevermore never offered a personal finance or real world class, and now that you are an actual adult with an actual life you have to take care of, you felt overwhelmed and lost.

Usually Wednesday would be the one doing your taxes, being that she is the smarter out of the two of you. But, you being as stubborn as ever, you scolded her and told her you both needed to share the workload as you were now married and would share everything almost equally.

“Fuck!” You cursed again, throwing your pen away from yourself in frustration.

Now you could go ask Wednesday for help, you always did when you were frustrated or upset about things, but you acted cocky and overconfident about doing your taxes by yourself, in which she got irritated and told you not to ask her for any assistance.

Your eyes squinted at the pen, watching it roll around before stopping by the door to Wednesday’s private writing room. You could hear the faint ‘click clack’ of her type writer as she worked on chapter three of her fourth book. The full series could be see on a shelf in your bedroom; you would occasionally grab one to read and enjoy if you were bored.

You stared at the fire, it’s crackling becoming a comfort for you as you attempted to relax your emotions. For awhile, you just sat there, basking in the warmth and ignoring the tax papers laid out on the floor. You knew you needed to do them, and you knew the only way you could would be to ask Wednesday for help.

After contemplating your life or your pride, you caved in and chose to go request her presence. Carefully, as to not loose your cocooned shape, you stood up and shuffled to Wednesday’s office door. Your hand raised, pausing in a moment of hesitation before knocking on the wooden surface.

“Come in.” A voice called, prompting you to open the door.

There, was your gorgeous wife. Her usually braided hair was unbraided and tied back in a half up half down style as her wavy black locks cascaded around her shoulders. She was dressed in an over large white shirt and black panties, and surprisingly her feet were coved in fluffy black socks that you got her for valentine’s day.

Her back was to you, her legs tucked under her chair as she poured her little black heart out onto the pages of her book. You watched as her fingers danced across the typewriter, pause, and then begin typing again as she found a new perspective to write.

“You knocked.” Wednesday said as she typed speedily.

You gulped, pursing your lips as you shuffled forward so you stood beside her, peering over her shoulder at the paragraphs she had been writing. One of her hands slid away from the keys to caress your thigh, her thumb rubbing your hip lovingly.

“What do you need mi amor?” She questioned, her black eyes focused on her page.

You sighed, closing your eyes as you leaned into her comforting touch. The hand that was previously rubbing your thigh now wrapped itself around your waist, pulling you into Wednesday’s lap.

“Y/N.” She said softly, pressing her lips to your neck, “What’s wrong?”

“I’m frustrated.” You huffed, leaning your chin on top of her head as she continued typing.

“About…”

“Doing taxes…” You grumbled, a pout forming on your face.

Wednesday scoffed, squeezing you lightly as she finished her page. She gave your neck another kiss and hummed against your skin.

“I thought you didn’t want my assistance.” She replied as you hopped off of her, standing up to follow you.

“Well I didn’t, at first.” You mumbled, leading her to the fireplace where all of your papers were thrown about the floor, “Then I realized I wasn’t as smart as you.”

“You’re just now realizing?” She smirked slightly, sitting down on the carpet as you gawked in disbelief.

“My feelings are hurt.”

“That IS my job, is it not?”

“Nes...” You groaned, hiding your head in your hands.

“I’m joking, do you have a pen?” Wednesday asked, looking under a few papers for your previously chucked pen.

You nodded, walking to her door to retrieve the pen you threw from before, and came back to give it to her and sit with her.

Immediately she got to work, her eyes skimming each paper as she calculated numbers and signed her signature on certain papers that needed it. Your eyes shamelessly scanned across her face, taking in the small details that had you encapsulated every time you saw her. The freckles that dotted her face, the way her eyebrows scrunched up when she was focused, how her tongue would sneak out in between her lips as she worked.

“Stop staring at me.” She murmured, bumping her knee against yours.

You laughed, resting your chin in your hands as you gazed at with with a love drunk stare. She was your muse, your drug that made you feel all woozy inside; of course you couldn’t not stare.

“Done.” Wednesday finally said, setting the pen down on a neat pile of papers.

“How?!” You exclaimed in awe, staring at the finished tax envelopes.

She chuckled, music to your ears, and pulled herself into your lap. She unwound the blanket so she could slip into your cocoon, humming at the warmth you produced.

“I’m just flawless, cara mia.” Wednesday mumbled into your neck, placing yet another kiss there; her favorite spot.

“You sure are, mon cher.”

She blushed, landing you a sharp jab to your stomach that left you whining in pain as you doubled over against her. Her hand snaked around you jaw to inspect your face, her other hand running up you shirt to feel your ribs for any damage.

“You’ll be fine.” Wednesday droned before snuggling into you and staring into the fire.

You smiled, your arms going around her body to hold her closely. Silence was a precious part of your relationship, whether you both work in the same room quietly, or just gaze into the night skin together on the roof.

After a moment or so, Wednesday started to drift off into sleep, a small snore leaving her slightly parted lips as you cuddled her. In the rare chance that this happens, you soak in the peacefulness of just being able to love and protect her without her potentially getting angry with you.

What a wonderful world….

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*sobbing*

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Stray: Part 5

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A/N: Happy Halloween, my loves! It's my favorite holiday/month and today I have a tooth-rottingly sweet, sugary, fluffy chapter for you as a treat. But Loki is also up to some of his violent and threatening tricks, so read with caution if that is something uncomfortable for you (not towards our main girl, btw). Trust me. It's wickedly satisfying.

P.S. And enormous thank you to both my long time readers and the lovely and enthusiastic new readers following along. I'm trying my best to keep up with tagging, and engaging as personally as I can, but it's getting away from me a bit as the numbers go up. Please just know that I see and read it all and it really means so much to me and I'm so grateful to you.

Stray: Part 5

The next morning Loki put his plan into action. After his breakfast and cuddle and a fond goodbye from the human, the younger prince returned to his usual form. He stood for a long while in front of the mirror, magicking different outfits and disguises until he finally settled on a perfect one.

He wore a neat blue sweater, a black pea coat, and gray trousers; everything crisp and expensive enough to be impressive and tasteful, but not flashy. Loki noted with satisfaction that the outfit hugged his long athletic body to perfection. He still had to make some concessions to his vanity, after all. He was satisfied, however, it was unnerving to see his face so changed. He labored extensively to perfect a look that would spark familiarity but not give him away, so he settled on his usual face but changed the tone of his skin from alabaster white to a healthy tan. He morphed his longer slicked black hair into butterscotch-golden curls, cut short and styled impeccably into a soft swoop of volume at the top. Although he was still afraid that it might expose him, he kept his Cheshire cat grin and his piercing eyes.

I want that part to be real. I want her to look into my eyes without illusions or deception, he reasoned. Then, with one final adjustment of his watch, a swipe over his jacket and a check of his hair, he magicked himself into the hallway and began the journey to your place of employment...that hideous building with the orange and brown sign reading Mullen's Department Store.

Of course, Loki could have simply magically transported himself there, but he chose to walk for some time in the brisk November air and took pleasure in stretching his real legs. The icy bite of a snowy December would be close on the heels of autumn. He could tell somehow. He always loved the ice and snow and was never quite sure why. The prince thought of winter in this realm with giddy anticipation, mostly because of you. With a smile, Loki thought about how you were always a little chilly, and perhaps this winter he would have the privilege of keeping you warm.

As his long graceful legs waltzed over the pavement of downtown, through the late morning crowds, he realized the novelty of this whole experience. He had never been very nervous before in matters of romance (his charm going a very long way and letting him glide through a vapid love life with ease) but none of it meant anything. None of it was real. Everything was fleeting; just how he liked it so he would never be too bored. He felt a pang of remorse which had never pricked him before, considering that his sweet moral would never treat people as disposable entertainment the way he had.

His feet slowed to a stop under the hulking department store's shadow as the thought needled him; What if I don't deserve her?

Nonetheless, he carried on. He had a plan after all, and there was no time to ruminate. As he parted the glass double doors, a hideous stretch of polished tiles sprawled out before him in display after display of appliances and apparel.

What a horrible soulless place. My poor little mortal is subjected to this each day? I have to find her.

Prince wondered for a moment, when it had become his mortal, his human...not simply the. He was assuming you were already his, but really, he was already yours.

He marinated in these thoughts as he searched for you until he heard the sweet syllables of your name called by a young lady in a uniform identical to yours. Loki watched as the frazzled girl asked you a panicked question about the hulking machine in front of her. He watched, rapt, as you soothed, “Hey, Janet. It's okay. Stop calling yourself stupid. You're not stupid. You're just still learning. I had the same problem at first. Here, I'll show you a trick.” You softly put your hand on her shoulder as you explained patiently. A drawer full of cash slid open with a click and Janet's face lit up with relief as you said, “See! I knew you could do it. Keep going and call me if you need anything else. I'm right here.”

Loki's heart turned absolutely molten as he watched. You had just shown more patience and compassion in a matter of minutes than he had probably shown in several hundred years. He swallowed a little nervous gulp, took a deep breath, and approached you with what he hoped was a casual stride and a friendly smile.

“Hello...Miss?” he said, bending down to catch your eye from where you were restocking gift boxes. When you glanced over, your eyes went wide and several items tumbled out of you arms. With the quickest reflexes you'd ever seen, the handsome stranger reached out his long arms to catch them.

You breathed a deep sigh of relief and then chuckled. “Oh, sir, I'm so sorry! You snuck up on me, there. Thanks for the save. There's glass in these. Would have been a real mess and...” you stroked a hand through your hair and blushed, trailing off. Then you really observed his face and immediately lost your train of thought. He was absurdly handsome and oddly familiar, in a combination that left you very shy and very frazzled.

Finding words after a beat, you said, “Sorry! Rambling...What can I help you with?”

“I'm...um...terribly sorry to trouble you. I seem to have strayed a bit. I'm looking for the menswear department.” He paused to peak his eyebrows sweetly and put his hands in his pockets, stepping ever so slightly closer to you while holding your gaze in a vice grip, “and I'm afraid I need a lady's help to pick out a suitable tie. Would you be so kind as to assist me?”

You just stood there a moment, eyes wide and mouth open like a fish. You shook your head and came back to your senses. “Oh...oh! Menswear is just one floor up and to the left. I'm afraid that's not my department.” You laughed nervously, cheeks aching from your awkward smile, “I wouldn't know the first thing about men's fashion, but Tammy works of there. She's lovely and knows absolutely everything about putting suits together...really good taste...”. You paused your torrent of words to shake your head and still your wildly gesticulating hands. The stranger just listened intently while flashing a stunning, amused grin. He was watching you as if you were the most fascinating creature he had ever met. “Sorry...I'm rambling again. I don't mean to be too nosy, but have we met before? You seem incredibly familiar. Shopped here before maybe?”

Loki quickly realized you were putting it all together. Soon it would dawn on you. His eyes must have given him away, but he saw a solution and said smoothly, “Oh...yes. Yes, I've been by here a few times. I'm sure we've passed each other. You look familiar as well. I never forget a lovely face.”

A pleasant fragrance of mint and pine struck you with a lightning bolt of comprehension, but being a generally sane person you found a logical explanation.

Of course! I was reading that page about Loki. I saw this man around here, and it must have all just seeped into my subconscious...got into my dreams. I guess I ought to thank my brain, because he is stunning. Jesus Christ, how could I forget him? I guess I even remembered his cologne. He seems a little too charming to trust though. Probably complimenting me to get something out of me.

He blinked and looked down at his perfectly polished shoes, setting one finger pensively against his lips. He nodded thoughtfully and said, “Right...One floor up to the left?”

“Yes, sir. And Tammy will be the one to help you.”

Loki immediately discovered that you calling him “sir” had a very particular effect on him, but he decided to tuck that thought away for much much later. The charmer began to feel a little fizzle of panic as you began to turn back to your work. Wasting this chance would devastate him.

“Tammy...right,” he said flatly. “Thank you for your help,” he said with a smooth grin. “Oh...and...one more thing.”

“Yes?”

“Would you be so kind as to join me for lunch?”

You just stared, utterly baffled, for a long moment. Trying to process that this had actually just happened. (In fact, about half a dozen of your coworkers were doing the same thing, rubbernecking this train wreck of your social skills with their mouths agape).

You shook off the impulse to follow this man literally anywhere he asked and switched to a more sensible tactic. You asked skeptically, “Forgive me for being blunt...but you don't need a tie, do you?”

He threw his hands up in a gleeful and mischievous expression and declared, “Guilty as charged.”

You giggled at his shamelessness then advised, “Well if you're looking for what I think you're looking for, there are much prettier and more socially graceful shop girls than me around, but I'm very flattered. Don't get me wrong.”

His eyes shot wide open and he put his hands up saying, “Oh no no! Please don't misunderstand me. I'm not that kind of man. I just find you interesting. I promise you, I'd just like to chat. Cafe next door? 12:30?”

Thinking of your pitiful bank account you excused yourself saying, “I'm sorry, but I really can't. I only have 30 minutes and...”

He winked. Jesus...he winked and it made you absolutely melt into putty in his elegant hands. Lowering his voice to a delicious whisper he said, “Come on...my treat. Let's have a bit of fun, shall we?”

Very uncharacteristically and with complete abandon, you answered, “Okay...okay,” grinning and nodding over and over in a cloud of delirious infatuation that carried you through the morning and into your much-anticipated lunch date.

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While you worked as best you could, floating around with hearts in your eyes, Loki was putting his own enamored giddiness on the back burner for the time being. The god of mischief still had work to do and he needed ice in his veins. As he strode off the elevator and into the hallway of the top floor, he was back in his black suit and tie and white shirt, pitch black hair perfectly slicked back; every strand in its right place. He let out a derisive little bark of laughter at Mr. Mullen's locked office door, and the note stuck to it that said “Out of office. Back in one hour.”

Loki effortlessly drifted through the door in a glow of green smoke and settled in; somehow dominating the vast room with his singular presence. He sat, relaxed, biding his time with a tumbler of Mr. Mullen's fine Scotch whiskey. As the morning sun glared through the windows, the trickster donned his sunglasses and summoned an elaborate and very lethal switchblade. He gave a sideways smirk as he flicked it open with a satisfying click and began twirling it in his nimble hand, watching the glimmer of it in the sunshine. The god of mischief despised tedium more than nearly anything, but he was no stranger to patience in the service of a cunning plan. And this...oh this would be a worth waiting for, he mused as he coolly sipped the amber liquid and flipped his gleaming blade.

The door unlocked and a red-faced, balding man shuffled through the door. He squealed and flinched, seeing the tall dark stranger sitting with his legs crossed and feet resting on his gaudy desk. Loki swung his legs down lazily and sat up straight, saying crisply, “Mr. Mullen, I presume?”

“Who...who the fuck are you? This...this door was locked!”

Loki slid off his sunglasses and peaked an eyebrow haughtily in Mullen's direction. Arctic irises skewered the pitiful man as he quipped, “Hah...please. And you, Mr. Mullen, have not earned the pleasure of knowing my name. All you need to know...” he said leaning forward to carefully place his scotch on the desk, and swing his switchblade deftly in his direction, like a conductor's wand, “..is that I am someone very very dangerous. Now...have a seat.”

Mullen, red and shaking, did has he was told and Loki smiled wickedly. Oh, he had missed these kinds of games. It felt strangely righteous to be so wicked, but for such a good reason. He was so pleased to make this man cower in the same chair where he had made his precious mortal feel small and worthless. He had to admit, it felt good to be in his element again, and to use what he knew best.

Loki knew, for example, that nothing makes people squirm and break more easily than keeping them wondering. Often, the longer he stayed cool and silent, the more his opponent's imagination would fill in the gaps of assumption, volunteering their most heinous secrets in desperation. And just as he predicted, the businessman folded easily, jumping quickly upon his own dagger of dread.

The businessman sputtered out, “What are you? FBI...CIA...I was wondering when you men in black would start crawling out of the woodwork to bother me.”

Loki glared, lowering his voice. “Worse, I'm afraid.”

Mullen's mouth dropped open and his beady eyes shone with terror, “My god...you're one of Vinny's men aren't you? I...I told him I was good for it. I'm counting on him for this whole operation...I wouldn't betray...”

Loki tutted and scolded, “Good heavens, no wonder this city is in turmoil! With such abuse of power...dehumanizing people different from yourselves, squashing them under your expensive designer shoes while they toil away...what else could you expect? Narrow-minded idiots...the lot of you.”

The trapped man whimpered and sweated through his suit in ugly patches. He began to blubber something incomprehensible.

The god stood up and stalked towards his victim, knife held deftly up to his lips in a silencing gesture. “Shh. Shh. Shhhh. I'm not here to hear you talk. I am here to tell you what to do. Is that clear?”

The man said nothing, only trembled. Loki brought the blade closer to Mullen's face. “I said, is that clear?”

“Yes...y...yess.”

“Alright.” He smiled maniacally. “See? That wasn't so hard. Now...listen. There was a very clever young lady who came to you yesterday, politely asking for a chance to advance her career and you shooed her away like a stray animal,” he said, growling the last few words.

Loki came closer, propping the knife under his chin and forcing Mullen's eyes to meet his own. “Rude, Mr. Mullen. Inexcusably rude...and it has drawn the attention of an entity you very much do not want to agitate. So, if you would like exit this room intact, you will do the following: you will apologize properly to that young lady, you will give her the chance she very much deserves, and you will not say a word about this meeting to anyone. If you dare to, I will do terrible, awful things to you. Do you understand? Do we have an agreement?”

“Y...ye...yes.”

“Good. Now,” Loki said crisply, then glanced at his watch, “my time is very precious Mr. Mullen, especially today, and I've already wasted too much on you. Maybe if you had given her the time she deserved we wouldn't have to deal with this little inconvenience. Have a nice day,” he said with a wide, menacing smile (more of a showing of teeth than a sign of happiness), as he swanned out of the room.

Now, Loki thought as he walked down the hall with a spring in his step and a smirk on his lips, I have a date.

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Got this ask I wanted to share, Listen…..what about….Sebek getting a part time job….as some form of training

HE INFLICTS THE TRAINING UPON HIMSELF AND DIASOMNIA HAVE NO FUCKING IDEA ABOUT IT

He hears about Yuu complaining about how their world treats like. Fast food and retail employees and says "their job is literal HELL i dont know how they do it! everyone should treat them with respect" and he's like "HMMM A PERFECT WAY TO TRAIN MYSELF!!!"

So, during winter break, he takes up a job in both a fast food place and a retail store. Alright, hold up right there. Hey. You, the one reading this. Search up "jolibee worker uniform." Yeah. That's right. That's what he's wearing in the fast food place that is unrelated to Jolibee. Yeah.

Everyone in the Not Jolibee thinks he's a PAIN to work with because he does not get how these customers can end your entire career with a single recording. Either he's too loud, or he judges a customer's order, etc.

His boss sets him aside for a bit and goes "customer is always right bla bla bla" and what he doesnt know is that. Sebek treats any higher authority's words as LAW. So his performance suddenly SKYROCKETS and everyone else realizes "oh shit bro he's just a fucking puppy man. a little guy. if a customer starts telling him to refund their order he's going to refund their order now oh shit"

These guys have to work together to make sure that Sebek doesn't fall victim to sleazy customers and Karens. Except Karens have no effect on Sebek because anything they say goes over his head. "I'd like to speak to your manager!!!" "MY MANAGER IS BUSY, BUT I CAN SET UP A TIME AND PLACE FOR YOU!!!"

They get so put off by him that they leave. Everyone cheers. Sebek is now their Karen-repellant.

Anyways, Sebek gets whiplash from working in a retail store because there are NO uniforms to follow after. At best you just have to present yourself nicely. But not a single worker in Twisted Wonderland follows this rule because they just dress the aesthetic of their store. So, naturally, Sebek feels the need to follow after them too.

...did I mention that he works in Not Claires. Yeah, imagine that. Put their aesthetic onto Sebek. Yeah, YEAHHH.

Across from Not Claires is the Scorching Point (Totally not the twst equivalent of Hot Topic), and these two stores have NEVER interacted with each other. In comes Sebek, entering the mall in the most blandest outfit ever. But these retail workers see his stoic face, slicked back hair, and think "Oh. Scorching Point guy. Alright"

Imagine their surprise when he enters Not Claires instead, asking for the job. Someone from Scorching Point faints. Before he actually does any work one of the Not Claires employees suggest that he dress up like them for the appeal and to fit in with the general look of the store. Sebek says that he will.

Everyone has NO expectations for what Sebek is going to wear because bro literally went inside a mall looking like he goes there to window shop for household appliances only for their jaws to drop when he comes in with his hair down and decked out in PASTELS (He asked for help from Riddle who asked for help from Cater because "Sebek what the fuck is a Not Claires what is that"). Sebek had to be FORCED by Cater to style his hair down btw

And the thing is!!! Even if he works at Not Claires he ALWAYS goes over to Scorching Point on and off his shifts. Talks to this specific girl for some reason. Everyone else ignores it. The second week that Sebek's been there, a Scorching Point employee finally walks up to the Not Claires girl who always mans the cashier and asks for her number.

A bridge has been made between the two retail stores, carried by two lesbians and the green haired kid they like to gush about their crush to.

...Diasomnia still has no idea about this.

#sebek zigvolt #twisted wonderland #twst #twst sebek #sebek twisted wonderland #twst sebek zigvolt #my asks!#mall sebek au

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harrysfinelinevol1 · 2 years

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the flatshare in london

harry styles x reader

summary: you live in a flatshare with sarah and two other girls in london in 2017. through your insistence to get sarah's talent more widely recognised, you meet a man who will change your life forever

word count: 8.7k

warnings: smut

Living in London in your early 20s had its ups and downs. Everything was ridiculously expensive and the city was becoming busier and busier. It was so packed and crowded all the time. But you loved it. You loved the city for its vibrancy and its people, the different cultures and the beautiful sights, and just getting lost in it. It was home and you wouldn't change it for the world.

You had moved there when you turned 20 in 2015, blindly following your best friend to the capital, happy to indulge in her adventures. Sarah had been your best friend since you were four, whom you had met at your local primary school. Both of you were quite shy when you were little and naturally bonded over wanting to keep to yourselves in the corner of the playground. Since then you had navigated life with her, giggling through those cringy pre-teen years, crying through your teenage heartbreaks and holding each other when adulthood really hit you.

As you had grown up, you had come out of your shell, developing into a bit of a free spirit. You loved people and making new friends, exploring new places and immersing yourself in whatever situation you were faced with. It meant that you hated being alone and sometimes you found yourself making stupid decisions to get people to like you. You could never really hold down a relationship, even though every time you were in one, you convinced yourself that he was the one for you and you were madly in love. You fell in love very easily.

Sarah, on the other hand, mainly stayed quite reserved. While that meant she often didn't want to come on your weird adventures and struggled to open up quite like you could, she was very level-headed and very loyal to all her friends. She always had the best advice and was always there for a hug when you needed it. Sarah gave the best hugs. That's why, despite your differences, you had remained close friends for such a long time. You would follow her to the end of the earth if she needed you to. And you knew she'd do the same for you

You and Sarah had always talked about moving to London. The idea of the city thrilled you as well as the opportunities that came along with it. You were both from a small corner of England, where not much ever happened and you needed a change. You needed some excitement. That's why, when Sarah said she'd got a job as a drummer for a local bar in London, which paid a decent wage, you had jumped at the opportunity for you to move to London. She had worried that you didn't have a job there, but you had assured her, in your impulsive way, that everything would be fine, you had some money saved up and you would take any job when you moved there so you could afford the rent and living there. It took a lot of convincing on your part but you managed to get her to turn her life around in about a week and begin preparing to move to London. You knew she wanted to go and she was excited about her new job but decisions like this often felt overwhelming to Sarah and that's where you came in to give her a little push.

You had moved down, one Tuesday in June, both of you giggling and singing down the M4, hair blowing in the wind. You remember being so excited to start your new life and you now realise that moving to London was the best thing you and Sarah had ever done.

Since moving, both of your lives had been a whirlwind of emotions. You had moved in with two other girls, who you and Sarah had known for a while, into a small flat in Clapham. It was a bit rundown, the paint was peeling in places, some of the appliances needed a bit of a kick to get them working and there was a dubious patch of mould in one corner but with some love and a lot of command strips you had made it feel like home. You loved it there, even if Sarah liked to play the drums at obscene times at night. Your neighbours really didn't like you.

You had managed to get a job working in a pub. At first, you saw it as a temporary job, until you found something that you were passionate about but soon you found yourself passionate about working in the pub. You became fast friends with the Landlord and he had basically made you his partner when it came to running the pub. Your opinions and what you had to say were listened to and taken on board and you loved making the pub a safe space for all that passed through the doors. So many fun nights had been had in that little pub in Clapham and you wouldn't change it for the world.

Sarah was now playing for a couple of bands, often touring the UK and Europe and was so happy with what she was doing. However, sometimes, her talent would present her with insane opportunities, but she would turn them down, believing they were too big for her. This had happened a couple times now and you knew you weren't going to let her do it again now. You were in awe of how talented your best friend was sometimes, she had a beautiful voice and was an insane drummer, and you felt like the world deserved to hear her perform.

That is what led you to meet Harry. Your determination for your best friend to make a name for herself. You were pulling pints on a particularly busy night at the pub when you struck up a conversation with one of your regulars. He was a nice guy, probably spent too much time at the pub rather than at home with his girlfriend, but he made for interesting chat.

"Anyway, I just had to get out of the house tonight, the missus is going mad," he chuckled sipping on his pint. You rolled your eyes at his usual excuse for why he was at the pub alone but you let him continue.

"I swear since she became creative director for that bloody pop star, she's been so stressed out," he continued and you nodded along while wiping down the bar.

"I'm sure she has a reason to. What's stressing her out at the minute?" you asked.

"Oh, she's trying to organise a band for this guy. Apparently, they had it all sorted then the bloody drummer dropped out..." he continued ranting but you zoned out the minute he said drummer.

"...Anyway, they're holding auditions but they can't find anyone who's good enough at the moment or who fits the band's vibe or whatever. So bloody annoying," he grumbled but you were busy scribbling on a bit of paper.

"Y/N?" he queried, confused why you looked so excited.

"John, I think I have the solution to all your problems. My best friend, she's an excellent drummer and singer. Like she's insanely talented. Give this to your girlfriend and tell her to give her a call," you explained excitedly, handing over a scrap of paper with Sarah's details on it.

"You're a lifesaver Y/N. I hope you're right about this girl," he said tucking the paper into his pocket.

"Oh don't worry, she's incredible," you assured him.

"You sure she won't mind your signing her up for this?" he wondered, but you shook your head. You knew it was a bit risky, signing Sarah up for something she might not want to do, but she had expressed to you that she wanted to do something big with her music. She just didn't have the guts to do it herself. You knew she was capable of it though.

"She won't mind at all."

"YOU DID WHAT!?" Sarah chased you through the small kitchen brandishing a wooden spoon at you.

"Sarah, I did you a favour," you tried, cowering away from her rage.

"Y/N, I swear to god!" she huffed, throwing her hands up in the air in disbelief. "You're too bloody impulsive sometimes."

"And you're not impulsive enough. You've always wanted to do something big like this, you told me that two nights ago! I know you can do this, you're Sarah fucking Jones!" you insisted and she sagged her shoulders. Even though you both knew you should have consulted her beforehand, she knew if you had, she would have said no right there and then because she was too afraid.

"Listen, it's just an audition. Go along and see how it goes. I think it's worth a shot," you implored and you could see her begin to crack slightly.

"I'm not sure, I mean what would I even play?" she muttered nervously. You rolled your eyes.

"Anything babe, you're insanely talented,"

"You're just insane," she quipped back.

"Thank you," you did a fake curtsy and she rolled her eyes but a grin was making its way onto her face. "Listen, she'll probably text you in the morning, so sleep on it and see how you feel in the morning. Although I'll be very disappointed if you don't go."

"God, you sound like my dad. You're bloody lucky I'm still up right now, I would have murdered you if I'd got the call in the morning with no idea what you had signed me up for," she pointed out and you nodded laughing. Your shifts at the pub finished at 1am so if Sarah had been asleep when you got back you would have been in very deep trouble. Thank god she was a night owl like you

"Hm yeah fair point," you said as you trudged back into the kitchen to continue making your late-night snack.

"You need to think before your actions sometimes babes," she reminded as she went back to her baking. God knows why she was baking this late but you didn't question it.

"S, when have I ever done that," you replied, a cheeky smile on your face and she shook her head, grinning.

"Anyway, who is the band for?" she asked and your face dropped. Shit. You didn't actually know.

"Uhh, well... I think...," you stuttered and she sighed loudly.

"You don't know do you?" she groaned.

"Uhhh, no."

"For fucks sake."

Sarah was gripping your hand so hard you thought it would fall off as you walked down the road from the tube station to the studio where her audition would be. The morning after your fun altercation in the kitchen at 1am, Sarah had received a call from John's girlfriend, the creative director, who had helpfully let her know that she would be auditioning for none other than Harry Styles's band. She had screamed at you again for that. Neither of you had really listened to his music before but you knew who he was and how famous he was. She had nearly pulled out again then, claiming it was way too much for someone like her and she wasn't talented enough for someone like that. You had nearly punched her in the face to stop her ramblings but luckily you managed to convince her, somehow, to come to the audition.

"Y/N, what the fuck have you got me into," she mumbled as you reached the doors of the studio.

"Something incredible," you declared giving her hand a squeeze. "You'll thank me later babe."

"No I won't," she grumbled, even though she knew she needed to do this. This could open a lot of doors for her.

"I'll be right here. You're gonna smash it S, I know it," you assured her, staring into her deep brown eyes that held so much anxiety.

"You're paying for my therapy when I have to recover from this," she called back to you as she began to nervously walk towards the door.

"Happily," you called back as you began to dig about in your tote bag for some stress relief.

"Don't smoke while I'm gone," she reprimanded you and your movements stopped. You had been caught.

"Wasn't gonna," you lied grinning at her.

"Liar," she said as she disappeared through the doors and you chuckled as your hand closed around your lighter and your cigarettes. It was an awful habit you picked up but you needed the stress relief sometimes. And getting Sarah to this audition had been anything but calm.

You popped your headphones in as you leaned against the wall, your cigarette resting loosely between your lips as you took a drag from it, feeling the relief wash over your body. You hummed along to the song playing in your ears as you began answering some emails regarding the pub on your phone. It was a lovely summer's day and you soaked up the sun's rays happily as you typed away on your phone. You didn't even notice the time passed before Sarah's happy face appeared in front of yours again.

"Oh my god! How did it go!" you squealed pulling out your headphones excitedly, so happy to see her happy.

"I think it went really good! That was the best I've ever played," she gushed and you pulled her into a tight hug.

"I am so proud of you!" you beamed, almost jumping up and down in excitement. "I know you would nail it. When do you find out?"

"They said that today was the last day they were holding auditions and that they'd call tomorrow to let us know. Oh god, I actually hope I get it, everyone was so cool and nice. I met a couple of members of the band," she explained as you began walking down the street back to the tube stop.

"Did you meet him?" you asked curiously but she shook her head.

"No, he's in America at the moment. I'll probably meet him at the first rehearsal or something."

"Ah, I see. So what was his band like?" you continued your line of questioning. She began to ramble about every member and how nice they'd all been. You noticed a twinkle in her eye when she was talking about the lead guitarist, Mitch, but you decided not to push her on it, knowing you would only receive a harsh glare and a slap to the shoulder. Little did you know, that audition would change everything for the both of you.

That same evening Sarah had got the call to say she was in. They said they had loved her so much when she auditioned that they just knew it had to be her and cancelled the rest of the auditions for the day. You had screamed the kitchen down and your whole flat had gone out and got absolutely hammered to celebrate.

A couple of weeks had passed since that date and in the last week, Sarah had started rehearsing for the band. She had become close with the rest of the band and especially Mitch. They had already been out to dinner once or twice together and you were internally jumping for joy for her. Sarah didn't really date, not like you did, and was very reserved and found it hard to open up to people. To hear that she had found someone quite similar to her in that aspect and someone who she got along with tremendously filled your heart with joy. Even if she remained very coy about it.

Apart from that, life went on as normal. You still spent too much money, smoked too many cigarettes, got too drunk on the weekend, regretted it on Monday and continued to love the life you had built for yourself. You could never have guessed one Wednesday morning it would all change for you.

You woke up late, as usual, your late shifts meaning you didn't usually get up until 10 or 11 the next day. The sun seeped into your room under the door as you groaned and stretched out your tired muscles from working too hard the night before. That and also having passionate sex into the early hours of the morning. You had a regular bed partner named Will, who was a bit of a lost soul but an excellent shag. He kind of floated through life, often with no direction and spouting the most amount of bullshit you had ever heard. However, you were very fond of him but you knew you could never fall in love with him. That's what made him so perfect. You could fulfil your needs and desires but not have to worry about falling in love with your friend.

You turned over in bed, seeing him still sleeping peacefully and an evil grin spread over your face. You leaned over and blew hard in his ear, which had him shooting up out of bed.

"Fuck!" he roared and you fell back giggling.

"You're such a twat," he groaned as he rubbed his hands over his face, you continuing to cackle manically.

"Couldn't help it, you looked so peaceful," you chuckled and he sighed.

"God I hate you," he murmured leaning down to peck your lips gently.

"Hate you too," you responded, kissing him back gently before pushing him off you.

"Come on mate, you've got shit to do today," you reminded him as you pulled a grey cami top over your head and slipped into some black lace panties. He turned over and hid his face in your pillow and you slapped him lightly on the shoulder.

"Can't I just stay here? I think it would be constructive for my mental health," he tried and you rolled your eyes.

"Will. Up. Now."

Eventually, you managed to get the grumbling man up and out, laughing to yourself as he talked some more crap about why he should stay at yours. But you had a shit ton of stuff to do today so you managed to get him out the door, sighing as you leaned your back against it. You made your way into the kitchen at that point, goofily dancing along to the song playing on the radio and humming along. You were about to grab some toast out of the cupboard when someone spoke.

"Uh hey?" a deep voice spoke and you yelped, whirling around to spot a handsome, curly brown-haired man standing in the corner of your kitchen. It didn't take long for you to realise the man standing casually in your kitchen was Harry Styles. And also that you were just wearing some lace pants and a small top.

"What the fuck?!" you squeaked, watching him as he unashamedly checked you out. Your brow furrowed at this.

"Hey, eyes up here mister," you said gesturing to your face and he held his hands up.

"Sorry love," he smirked, his Mancunian accent sending shivers down your back even though you tried not to let it show. Instead you eyed him warily before calling out for Sarah.

"SARAH?"

"Yeah?" she called from down the corridor.

"Why the fuck is Harry Styles in my kitchen," you inquired and Harry laughed out loud at this. His eyes shined when he took in the sight of you. He would happily tell anyone now that he immediately fell in love with you when he saw you in the kitchen that day. You weren't overwhelmed by his presence and you just treated him like any other person. You had looked so beautiful standing there that he wanted to reach over and kiss you straight away.

"Oh shit sorry, forgot to mention, we're just stopping to grab some equipment. Do you remember where you put those spare mics I bought?" she inquired like it really wasn't a big deal that one of the most famous men in the world was currently staring at you in your underwear.

"They're in the storage cupboard. Also maybe next time you wanna let me know there's someone coming round before I charge into the kitchen in just my knickers," you yelled back and Harry was full-on cackling now. The whole situation was hilarious to him.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry," she apologised as she came rushing into the kitchen, going red when she saw your state of undress and Harry laughing into his hands in the corner.

"Uh, this is my roommate and best friend, Y/N," she introduced you. "Can you go put on some clothes?" she hissed at you as you leaned against the counter, eyeing up Harry. He raised an eyebrow as if to say 'go on, do as you're told,' but you hardened your stare and shook your head.

"No, I'm quite happy like this. My flat, my rules," you countered, turning around to continue making some toast.

"You're unbelievable," she tutted sending an apologetic look to Harry. "Come on H, we're going, could you grab that box over there?" she asked as she marched out of the kitchen. You knew you'd get a bollocking later but you didn't really mind. It had been fun to mess with both of them.

"Bye Y/N," he said, smirking at you as he went and when he left, you gripped the counter, hard. He was gorgeous, you had to admit but you knew if you pursued him, you would fall in love with him. You had form. You weren't supposed to fall in love with people like Harry, you were too wild for people like him, too spontaneous and too free. You weren't sure he would be able to tame you.

"Is that who I thought it was?" the sound of your other flatmate's voice broke you out of your deep thought.

"Uh, if you mean Harry Styles, then yes it was," you confirmed and she took in your current outfit.

"Y/N, please don't tell me you had your whole arse out when he was here."

"Oh you know I absolutely did."

It had been a couple of weeks since the kitchen incident. Predictably Sarah had given you a telling-off when she got home that day but as usual, most of it went over your head. As much as she tried to tame you, she had never really managed to stop your wild and crazy nature.

However, you hadn't stopped thinking about Harry. His green eyes and stupid smirk found their way into your head at all times of the day and you desperately wished it didn't. Even though you had only shared a couple words with each other, there had been an undeniable tension between the both of you.

"Y/N, I swear to god, stop bloody smoking," Sarah chastised you as she passed you on the steps up to the front door of your flat building, breaking your chain of thought. You smiled up guiltily as she marched passed you, stubbing out the butt of your cigarette.

"Sorry," you mumbled and she rolled her eyes.

"You're not. Anyway, have you got a shift tonight?"

"Nah, Andrew let me have the night off for once," you told her and she grinned wide.

"Brilliant! You're coming out," she told you as she unlocked the door and you jumped up in excitement. You would never say no to a night out.

"Yes, where are we going?!" you babbled excitedly.

"We are going out with the band. And Harry," she explained and your mouth dropped open.

"What?" you asked incredously. People like Harry Styles didn't go on a night out with people like you.

"You heard me. So please Y/N, I am literally begging you, be on your best fucking behaviour, I work with these people," she pleaded and you nodded, knowing that it was important for Sarah that she impressed these people, and you had been known to go a little crazy on nights out, often not trudging home until the sun had risen or was rising.

"I pinky promise," you said seriously holding out your pinky. You and Sarah had a rule from when you were kids that pinky promises were very serious. You didn't ever break a pinky promise.

"Thank you. Now go shower, I'm not taking you if you stink like smoke."

"It was one cigarette! I've only had one this whole week," you tried.

"One too many. Go!" she slapped your butt as she pushed you in the direction of the shower. Grumbling you went off to make yourself look presentable, as per Sarah's demands.

As you stood under the hot water, it came crashing down on you that you were about to go out with a proper celebrity. While you didn't really see him as such, it was still kind of a cool realisation. You emerged from the shower ten minutes later and opened the door to find your flat in an utter meltdown. Clearly, Sarah had told your flatmates who would be joining you tonight and it was like someone had let a fox loose in a chicken coop. There were clothes everywhere, people yelling and the distinct smell of something burning. You chuckled as you made your way to Sarah's room.

"Have you seen the carnage you've created?" you chuckled as you poked your head around the door and she giggled in response.

"Yeah, my bad."

"Where are we going tonight? Wanna chose the right outfit," you asked already planning a fit in your head.

"Pub near Harry's house. They have live music on Friday and Harry says it's really good fun," she explained and you nodded.

"Ok so smart casual then?" You got a thumbs up in response.

You went back to your room, pulling everything out of your wardrobe as you usually did when you were going out. However, you could feel yourself trying a bit harder tonight and even though you would never admit it, it was for Harry. Eventually, you pulled together an outfit and headed downstairs to find your secret bottle of Tequila. You then dashed up to Ellie's room, who was one of your flatmates.

"Wow, you look hot," she complimented as you entered the room, doing a little twirl for her. You were wearing a tight black waistcoat with matching loose trousers.

"Liquid courage?" you offered, holding up the bottle and she nodded quickly.

"God yes," and you chuckled as you poured out the shots.

Three tequila shots and one telling-off later, the four of you were walking to the tube station, all giggling and talking nervously about the night ahead. You could tell that Sarah was bricking it, so you held her hand tight the whole way on the Tube, despite it being very hot and sticky. You finally emerged in Hampstead, and walked briskly to the pub, slightly running late as you usually were. You quickly arrived at a very busy-looking pub, exactly what you were hoping for. People were milling about on the street smoking and Sarah gave you a warning glare. You pushed the doors open and were met with a very lively atmosphere. Sarah quickly spotted the band in the corner and dragged the three of you over, dodging around already quite drunk people.

"There she is!" one of them exclaimed when he spotted Sarah and everyone turned to your little group. You were all quickly introduced to each member of the band, and you paid keen attention to Mitch when you met him, sizing him up a bit until Sarah saw what you were doing and kicked you under the table. Harry, however, was nowhere to be seen. You didn't want to ask, not wanting to seem too eager but you were a little disappointed he wasn't there.

"Do you guys want a drink?" Adam offered as you all settled down on the table and you all nodded.

"Well you could have offered earlier," you hear a deep gravelly voice from behind you. Turning around you met the gaze of the man you had been hoping to see.

He was carrying a couple of drinks that he had obviously just gone to get and he rolled his eyes as he set them down in front of his band members.

"Uh ok, what does everyone else want," he asked, getting ready to go back to the bar. You shook your head.

"Don't worry Harry, I'll get them, you sit down," you told him, getting up off your seat to go to the bar. You knew your flatmate's orders anyway so it made more sense.

"No, it's fine, I'm already up," he responded.

"So am I."

"Sit down, I'll get them, it's on my tab," he argued back.

"No really it's fine..." you started before Mitch groaned.

"For god's sake, both of you go. Stop bickering," he grumbled and you chuckled before shrugging at Harry, agreeing to go to the bar with him.

You squeezed back through the throngs of people to get to the bar, Harry following close behind. You didn't miss the way his eyes flickered over your figure and your outfit and you certainly didn't miss the way his hand landed on the small of your back as you waited in the queue for the bar. You raised an eyebrow at him but he just smirked, so you let him keep his hand there. It felt nice anyway.

"Glad to see you've dressed up for me this time," he joked and you glared back.

"Right, to be fair, it was my flat and I wasn't exactly expecting you to be lounging about in my kitchen," you explained and he laughed.

"Don't worry love. It was a nice surprise," he whispered the last part in your ear.

"What's your game here Styles," you challenged him, knowing he was definitely trying something with you.

"What game, there's no game," he acted innocent as he fought the smile from growing on his face.

"Sure," you said, not believing a word. The bartender came over at this point, and you happily turned your back on Harry, giving the man your order.

"On my tab please," Harry added from behind you as you placed your order and you whirled around.

"No it's fine, I can get our drinks," you implored but he shook his head.

"I organised the night, I'm paying for the drinks," he argued and you smiled.

"That's very kind," you thanked as the bartender handed over your drinks and he smiled back in response, but this time it was a genuine smile, unlike his usual cheeky one.

"No worries. Pass me those two, I'll carry them," he insisted as you struggled to carry all four. You passed him the two and you walked back to the table where everyone was getting along tremendously.

As soon as your butt hit the seat, your social side came out as well as your need to please people and make them like you. You began to engage in animated conversation with everyone at the table and soon you were having a very enjoyable debate with Mitch, Sarah, Adam and Harry. Harry was slightly in awe of how likeable and joyful you were. You managed to coax laugh after laugh out of everyone on the table and you were so charismatic. He watched as everyone basically fought for your attention, which you happily gave. You were so animated when you spoke and he found himself hanging onto every word. You dominated the conversation but everyone was happy to let you, wanting to hear what you had to say.

The night went on, everyone growing tipsier and tipsier and growing louder and louder. Even Sarah had let her hair down a bit which was quite unlike her. Usually took a lot of coaxing from you, but it was such a good atmosphere tonight that she couldn't help herself.

The live band started at around 10, and soon you found yourself on your feet with the rest of the pub as everyone began to dance. You were dancing with your flatmates, apart from Sarah who was giggling away with Mitch in the corner. Your dance moves weren't the best, but you didn't care, you were having fun and that's all that mattered. Harry, Adam and Clare were all dancing as well, just as goofily as you. The drinks kept flowing though and you could feel yourself gravitating towards Harry as you continued dancing and you couldn't stop yourself. You didn't want to.

Around 11, Harry and you were returning from the bar to the dance floor when he grabbed your hand and pulled you off to the side.

"What are you doing?" you inquired as he pulled you away from your friends.

"Stealing you for myself for a minute," he explained as he looped his arms around your shoulders, pulling your back into his chest. You secretly smiled at the move and sipped on your drink coyly as you leaned back into him, both of you swaying to the slower song that was currently playing. You couldn't help yourself, the feeling of being in his arms was like nothing else and you really wanted to whirl around a kiss him. However, you could feel Sarah's piercing gaze on you and you knew you were probably being watched by the whole group. It seemed Harry had realised too.

"You smoke?" he whispered in your ear and you nodded.

"Come outside," he ordered and you nodded again, happy to go wherever with him. He grabbed your hand again and pulled you outside to the quiet smoking area, getting away from all the watching eyes.

"What are you up to Harry?" you chuckled nervously as you reached to grab a cigarette. He quickly plucked it from your fingers, laughing when you made a pathetic attempt to get it back.

"You shouldn't smoke."

"Yeah I know, but you literally invited me out here to smoke," you grumbled, trying to get your cigarette back.

"Oh Y/N," he smirked as he walked towards you, you walking backwards until your back hit the wall and he was towering over you.

"We both know that's not why we're out here," he whispered and you gulped nervously. Your stomach was tingling with arousal and all you wanted to do was lean up and press a kiss to his plump lips. However, you stood your ground, a playful glint in your eye.

"Hm, I'm not really too sure. Care to let me in on the secret?" you teased and Harry rolled his eyes.

"I'm wanna kiss you," he declared and you nodded quickly, wanting nothing more. He almost groaned out loud before he kissed you hard, and your breath was taken away by how deep the kiss was. His hands came up to cup your cheeks and pull you closer to him as your hands snaked around his back as you swirled your tongue over his, moaning when his hands snaked down your back to grab your arse.

"Fuck Harry," you gasped as you pulled back, both of your pupils blown wide by lust. He began to kiss slowly down your neck, sucking lightly at some points and you cursed loudly, wanting more and more.

"Please," you whimpered and he looked at you, smirking.

"What d'you want love."

"Want you," you panted and he grinned widely, your voice music to his ears. He leaned in again and pressed another deep kiss to your lips before pulling away.

"You wanna come home with me?" he whispered and you nodded again. You knew it was a bad idea and you knew it probably wouldn't end well but you wanted him so badly. Your core was throbbing with arousal and you could feel yourself becoming wet between your thighs.

"Stay here. I'll get our stuff," he said quickly, before turning back to the door of the bar and disappearing inside. You knew it was best if just Harry went, Sarah would probably be very displeased at where you were going right now. You didn't care though, you desperately wanted to be with Harry. You were already addicted to the feel of him and you needed more.

He emerged from the pub a couple minutes later, looking slightly flustered but holding your coats.

"Sarah had a go at you didn't she," you guessed and he chuckled as he nodded.

"Surprisingly enough, yes, she did," he replied as he came up to you, pressing a light kiss on your lips before handing you your stuff. You blushed slightly at the affection and he smiled gently before taking your hand in his and tugging you towards a private road just round the corner from the pub.

You both keep stopping for shared kisses along the way, Harry pressing you up against all sorts of things, the postbox on the corner of the road, the broken telephone box, the bus stop and he almost pressed you against a bin before you put a stop to it. He couldn't help himself, he didn't want to stop touching you.

You eventually arrived at a big white brick house, that was hidden behind a huge gate. You marvelled at the size as Harry discreetly unlocked the gate and pulled you up the driveway. You almost tripped up the stairs as you walked to his front door, Harry smirking slightly as he held the door for you.

"Y'Alright there?" he chuckled. You flipped him off in response and he glowered at you. The minute the door closed, he grabbed your waist and pushed you up against the door, you gasping at his actions.

"Watch your attitude," he hissed. You knew he wasn't being serious but his tone and his demeanour had you weak in the knees. He attached his lips to your neck again, sending goosebumps up your arms and neck.

"Want you, Harry, want you so bad," you moaned as his hands slipped under your waistcoat, groaning in annoyance when the tight material stopped them from travelling up to where you wanted them the most.

"Fuck," he groaned before pulling you away from the door and leading you upstairs. He reached a door at the end of the corridor and flung it open, almost yanking you into the dark room. You barely had time to take in your surroundings when Harry slammed the door behind you and grabbed your hips to push you onto the bed. He stood above you, standing between your knees and he cupped your chin slightly so you looked up at him. He almost gave out at the knees when you looked up at him with those beautiful wide eyes, eyelashes batting at him innocently.

"You're something else, love," he breathed, admiring your beauty. He frowned when you reached up to undo the button on his trousers, but before you got to unbuttoning them he pushed you back on the bed and crawled over you so your noses were touching. He grabbed your hands and locked them down on the bed with his.

"Did I say you could do that?" he growled and you shook your head nervously, thighs slick with arousal from this sudden show of dominance. He smirked at your submission before leaning down to kiss you, grinding his crotch against yours as he did. You groaned loudly at the friction and his grip on you grew harder.

"I wanna taste you," he murmured in your ear.

"Please," you stuttered, wanting nothing more than to feel his tongue against your core. He placed one last gentle kiss on your lips before crawling off the bed again. Suddenly he roughly dragged your body to the edge of the bed, so your legs were dangling off it. You yelped at the sudden movement, your heart pounding at his rough nature. You couldn't get enough. He fell to his knees in front of your legs, undoing the button on your pants so he could grab the hem of them and yank them down. His mouth watered at the sight of your clothed folds, a wet patch visible on your lacy underwear. He placed soft kisses on your thighs, nipping them slightly to leave marks, you becoming a writhing mess on his bed as a result of his torture. Eventually, after many pleas from you, he skimmed the hem of your panties and hooked his fingers under them to pull the down achingly slowly. He groaned out loud at the sight of your soaked folds, glistening and ready for him. He wasted no time in hooking your legs over his shoulders and delving his tongue into your centre, you throwing your head back at the sudden contact, crying out his name. He circled his tongue around your clit before lapping up your wetness. You were gasping and moaning as he devoured you, gripping hard onto the bed sheets out of sheer pleasure. No one had ever eaten you out like this before and it was incredible.

"God Harry!" you almost screamed as he moved one of his hands from your thigh to insert a finger inside you, adding to the growing pressure growing in your stomach. He slowly pumped it in and out, adding another finger when he knew you could take it while continuing to pleasure you relentlessly with his tongue. You knew you couldn't last much longer, the pressure in your stomach becoming more and more intense by the second. You basically sobbed as your orgasm came crashing through you, your back arching off the bed as Harry worked you through it, sucking harshly on your clit as your body shook.

"Fucking hell," you gasped as came down from your high, Harry lifting his head off your dripping folds.

"You taste incredible love," he cooed as he placed a kiss on your lower stomach, admiring your flushed body. You pushed yourself up on your elbows as you tried to slow your breathing as he unhooked your legs from his shoulders. He quickly pulled his shirt over his head, and you shamelessly admired his toned chest full of tattoos. He saw the hunger in your eyes and his cock strained against his trousers.

"Move back," he ordered and you complied, shuffling yourself around so you were leaning against his headboard.

"That needs to come off," he continued, gesturing to your waistcoat.

"So do those," you cheekily replied back, referring to the brown flares he was wearing. They fit his waist incredibly well and you had almost been drooling at him in the pub.

At your attempt to order him around, he moved quickly to the bed and was hovering over you in a flash, a tight grip on your jaw.

"You first darling. Only good girls get what they want," he rasped sinfully and you almost came right there. His voice was much lower and more gravelly than usual. Quickly, you undid the buttons of your top, all while holding eye contact with him. Your top flapped open, revealing your bare chest and Harry swiftly ducked down and latched onto your nipple with his mouth. Your hands threaded into his hair as he did so, tugging harshly generating moans from Harry. He continued to lavish your chest but you were desperate for more. So you lifted your hips up and pushed them into his. He lifted his head from your chest rapidly.

"Watch it," he warned but you were feeling dangerous. Smirking at him, you did it again and he snapped. He sat back and grabbed your hips to flip you over, delivering a sharp slap to your arse as he did so. You moaned loudly at the stinging sensation as he tugged on your hips to bring you up onto your hands and knees, your bum pressing hard into his crotch. He quickly undid his trousers and pulled down his boxers, then leaned over your back to whisper in your ear.

"You sure," he asked gently, needing your consent over everything.

"Absolutely," you assured him and he gently kissed your shoulder before reaching around you to grab a condom and slid it on. He slowly pushed into you from behind and your arms nearly collapsed from beneath you at the feeling of being so full.

"Fuck," you cried out, feeling deliciously stretched.

"Took me so well love," Harry praised as he began to slowly thrust in and out of you, burying himself deep inside you with every move.

"Faster Harry, please," you begged, the slow pace he had set making you want him even more.

"As you wish darling," he said before pulling your hips into him faster and speeding his thrusts up. He leaned over you as he thrust quickly into you, so your back was pressed against his chest. He kept one hand on your hip while the other was gripping onto the headboard. You leant your head back to rest it on his shoulder, as he harshly sucked the supple skin on your neck leaving dark purple marks. He finished attacking your neck and straightened up again, but as he moved his hand from the headboard, you grabbed onto it, placing it gently on your throat. You looked at him over your shoulder to check he was ok with it and his eyes were ablaze with lust. You gave his wrist a quick squeeze and he began to apply pressure with his hand, lifting up your head slightly. He looped a hand around your waist to bring you onto your knees, so he could have a firmer grip on your throat, but still continued to thrust into you. You arched your back so he could get a good angle and he began pounding into you, hard, squeezing your throat slightly as he did. You were gasping loudly, tears streaming down your face from the feeling of it all, and Harry was whispering a mix of curses and praises in your ear. Using his hand looped around your waist, he slipped his hand down to rub your clit, providing the exact stimulation you needed for your orgasm to come rushing through you for a second time.

"Harry!" you choked out as you came for a second time, his grip on your throat loosening a bit. You couldn't hold yourself up anymore and fell down onto the bed, but he gently pulled out of you and turned you over. He softly kissed your lips, slipping his tongue into your mouth as he slowly pushed into you again, although his thrusts were losing rhythm as he neared his orgasm.

"Did so good love, you were perfect for me," he whispered sweet praises in your ears as he continued to push into you.

"Cum for me," you purred in his ear as you looped your arms around his shoulders to pull him into you, legs locked around his hips. He buried his face into your neck as he sped up his thrusts, moaning loudly into your skin. Eventually, he let out a cry and almost collapsed on top of you as he spilt into the condom.

"Fuck," he whispered as his movements stilled, still inside you, trying to catch his breath. He pressed a light kiss to your shoulder as he slowly pulled out, you whining from the loss of something inside you and he smirked.

"Needy," he chuckled as he collapsed beside you, pulling off the condom before tying it and dropping it in the bin beside his bed. You felt too spent by the whole experience to be able to even move a muscle and Harry realised this.

"You alright love," he checked and a big smile grew on your face as you nodded slowly.

"Never better," you rasped, voice a bit rough from him choking you.

"C'mon, let's get you cleaned up," he replied tenderly, rising from the bed to help you get up. He scooped you up in his arms, you nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck. He carried you through to his bathroom where he set you down on the open toilet and let you do your business while he started running you a bath. Your heart swelled at the gesture, no one had ever given you aftercare quite like this before.

You finished peeing and flushed the toilet, slowly wobbling over to the sink to wash your hands. Harry saw you struggling to stay upright on your shaky legs and quickly walked over to you to stand behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder.

"Thank you," you whispered lazily as he pressed a small kiss to your head, and led you over to the warm bath he had prepared. He helped you in before he got in behind you, letting you rest your weary head on his chest. You felt so at peace and relaxed but also your heart was pounding loudly. You felt like you were beginning to like him a bit too much. Yes, he was undeniably gorgeous and incredible in bed, probably the best you had ever had, but he was also kind and funny and caring and you really liked just being near him. You wanted to hear what he had to say, what he thought about things and you wanted him to hold you in his arms forever because it was the nicest feeling in the world. Before you had time to spiral over it, however, Harry distracted you as he began gently washing you with a sponge, making sure he got rid of all the grime and sweat you had accumulated from the pub and the sex. He carefully washed your intimate areas, knowing you felt extra sensitive down there at the moment before moving you forward slightly so he could wash.

Eventually, the water was beginning to go cold, so he slipped out of the bath, helping you out with him. You shivered slightly, so he quickly wrapped you up in one of his fluffy towels before going back into his bedroom, soon returning wearing some boxers and handing you a jumper and some old shorts. The clothes were a bit big on you, but they smelt distinctly of Harry and it felt like being wrapped in a big Harry hug when you put them on.

"You ok with staying over?" he asked, not wanting to overstep your boundaries. You nodded in response, even if you hadn't wanted to stay, you didn't think you'd be able to get home in the state you were currently in.

When you nodded, you swore you saw Harry relax his shoulders and let go of a breath he had been holding but you didn't think much of it. You were too tired. You both exited the bathroom and you crawled into his bed, gravitating towards him as he got in on the other side. Before you got comfy with him, you grabbed your phone to send a quick text to the group chat, to let them know you were safe but not to wait up for you. You blushed as their messages began flooding in, inquiring all sorts of details about your night with Harry, so you quickly shut off your phone and placed it on the nightstand. Harry was also scrolling on his phone, but he placed it down when your arm snaked across his chest and you rested your head on his shoulder.

"You're pretty," he whispered, admiring your gorgeous face and all the tiny little details on it. You blushed, hiding your face in his chest as he chuckled at your embarrassment.

"Stop," you whined, not knowing how to respond to his affection.

"Just telling the truth," he replied and you gazed up at him then, admiring his face too, his deep green eyes, his pointed nose and sharp chin. He was perfect.

"I think you're pretty too," you replied as you traced the outline of his swallows on his chest. It was his turn to look coy but instead of hiding his face like you had done, he leaned down and captured your lips with his, slowly moving his mouth over yours. It wasn't a passionate kiss by any means but it left you the most flustered out of all the kisses you had shared that night. It was a sweet kiss, gentle yet loving and that had you spiralling once again. You wanted him to kiss you like this forever and that's when you knew.

You were going to fall in love with this man.

part 2!

she's done it again, she's begun writing something as a oneshot and shockingly enough it's too long to just be one part. whoops. i think this might even have three or four parts. i like this a lot though and i hope you do too

sloane xx

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