#my one party I’m in is called the Founders
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Wishing you were here tonight is like holding on. (CEO!H)
Words; 11.6K (look at me gooooo!)
Warnings: Fluff city, angst, parent death, smut (oral; fem rec. praise, penetrating sex.)
Summary: Harry has a brand-new employee at Pleasing. An employee that he fell in love with the minute he saw her, that he constantly had to hide his emotions from, because, well, he was the boss.
A/N: My first CEO!Harry one shot!! Eeeek I’m so excited for you to read this one, I’ve worked really hard on it, and I’ve always wanted to write about CEO Harry. I love him already; I hope you do too! If you read, please let me know what your favourite part was or talk to me here. I’m always open for conversations <3 (ALSO! This is my first time writing any smut, so be kind please) Take care and go easy on yourself this week. Elle x
March 2018
Harry is a good boss. Really, he is. He always stands up for his staff members, approving vacation days without much trouble and brought in pastries to the creative meetings.
He would maybe even be described as a happy, joyfull person, kind and engaged in what his staff was creating and how they were doing. And he was, but it was mostly a façade.
And it wasn’t that he didn’t feel joy around his colleagues, or that he was faking it to gain something else – Harry was just miserable in his personal life.
You would think it is impossible to be sad and to feel hopeless when you have a multi-million-pound company at the ripe age of 34, the cars, the women, the parties and all the vacation days he could ever want. But Harry wasn’t that shallow, he never had been. He wanted connection. Craved and yearned for a soulful connection with someone else. A lover, a soulmate to be his own, and not just a one-night stand or a drunken philosophical debate with whoever was available.
Harry sat in his penthouse suite, in the lounge. The penthouse was eerily quiet, apart from a few raindrops smattering against the glass of the windows. The sky looked as dreary and sad as he felt on the inside, his chest tightening and a furrow between his brows as the thought about her. There wasn’t a her yet, but when Harry sat there on his sofa, tie loose around his neck and clammy hands resting on his thighs, he couldn’t help but imagine her there with him.
He wasn’t going to cry though, have a breakdown or feel sorry for himself; it didn’t do him any good, even if it was all he needed right now. He almost called his mom, ready to confess his loneliness, his longing, empty, fragile heart, in hopes that his mothers love could glue at least a few pieces back together.
There was no use, though. He could feel himself falling deeper and deeper into the feeling of loneliness, his head leaning back over the arm of the couch.
A sudden phonecall woke him up from this circle of evil he found himself in. It was Niall, his COO, and best friend, the co-founder of Pleasing. Harry took a deep breath, readying himself for answering Niall’s phone call. It was past 8pm on Wednesday, if anything he wanted to go have a drink at a shitty bar somewhere and drag on about his ex-girlfriend. Harry couldn’t have that tonight.
Harry pressed answer and put on his façade, like he always did when there was possible business to oversee. “Hey, Niall.” Harry said, putting on his calmest, most stable voice. “Heeeeey there H! Sorry to bother you at this hour, I may have done something stupid, but I want you to hear me out before you get pissed, you hear me?” Niall enthused over the phone. Harry sighed, falling back on the sofa with the phone to his ear. This could be anything, it could be that he sold his part of the company to the devil himself or that someone put roses instead of tulips at the entrance of the building. “What did you do, Niall?” Harry let out, already feeling defeated with how his evening was going. His hand over his forehead, bracing himself for what was about to come out of Niall’s mouth. “It could be worse, Styles, I’ve done worse than this. So, you know how we were going over the applications for the new senior creative for cosmetics and design earlier?” Niall led on. “Yes.” Harry replied shortly. “Well, a very interesting application just got through a few hours late and I’ve already called her and set up an interview for tomorrow afternoon. Her resume looks incredible, she’s just leaving her post at Rare beauty and has previously worked as a creative at Milk makeup. She does marketing, press, design and has so many other skills, I just couldn’t put down her application without giving her a chance. If she’s anything like what’s mentioned in her resume she’ll-“Niall rambled on, Harry interrupting him, annoyance filling his head, although Niall didn’t deserve the blow of it. “Niall. We have a full day of interviews tomorrow, and you just booked another one until late. We don’t have time for this, I’m sure someone we’re interviewing can do all those tasks just as well.” Harry just wasn’t feeling it, at all. He didn’t care if Niall had just found the rarest gem in the industry, his workday was over at 5 and not a minute later. With how much brainpower has gone to his depressed mood and anxiety, he couldn’t bear the thought of staying until at least 6:30 on a Thursday. “Harry, I don’t know what to tell you, but I have a feeling about this one. I can stay and do the interview on my own if it bothers you that much. I just want us to give her a chance.” The line got quiet. Niall knew he had messed up not checking with Harry first, but his gut was telling him that this girl might be right for Pleasing. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Niall.” Harry plainly said and hung up the phone. Harry threw his phone on the couch, not wanting to even think about how drained he’ll be tomorrow as he went for his evening shower.
The next day dragged on, Harry keeping a big smile on his face for every new applicant that came through the door. There were a few possible hires, definitely, but with the final interview coming up, Harry felt the day wash over him as he waved goodbye to the one applicant they had just finished interviewing.
Their floor was pretty much empty now, just a few staff members hanging around and talking about their day. Harry needed a coffee to be able to finish strong, he didn’t want to leave Niall to do the final interview himself, even if all he wanted right now was to get a takeout and then get straight home. “Do you want anything?” Harry mumbled to Niall as he rose from his seat beside him, making an exit for the door of his office. There was still a few minutes remaining until the last applicant was supposed to be interviewed. Niall didn’t look up as he just said, “No thanks, mate.” And continued reading through the next applicant’s personal letter and information.
Harry walked out into the hall, hearing cheerful laughter down by the offices as he made his way through. His eyes zeroed in on the end of the hallway, the coffee machine calling out his name. “Hi, Sorry, can I just ask you something?” A sweet, nervous sounding voice came from behind him. Harry turned around and was met with what was probably the most stunning woman he had ever laid his eyes on. His breath caught in his throat, cheeks already flushing just by looking at her. She was the most beautiful creature he’d ever seen. Harry realized he had been quiet for a few seconds to long and kicked himself back into gear. “Of course, what can I help you with?” He got out, flashing his sweet smile at her. He got a chance to study her features, her outfit. Her full lips as she smiled, eyes bright and curious as she looked right at him. He felt like he had won the lottery, just by looking at her, his chest was on fire. She was wearing a fun, colourful outfit that was still business casual, a few cartoonish looking enamel pins on her blazer pocket. Creative she was. “I’m sorry to be a bother, I think the receptionist has already left. I have an interview for the senior creative position here and I’m just lost looking for Horan and Styles offices. Do you know where I can find them?” She smiled at him, a hopeful, kind look in her eyes as she awaited his answer. Harry immediately felt disappointment, if she was looking for work at Pleasing, he couldn’t even think about looking at her the way he was right now. Harry reached his hand out. “I’m the Styles you’re looking for, it’s nice to meet you…” He looked at her with a questioning look, not yet having heard her name. “Oh! This couldn’t be more perfect! It’s Y/N Y/L/N.” She bubbled with joy, reaching for his hand and shaking it. “It’s really good to meet you Y/N, you can call me Harry, everyone here does.” He smiled at her; he really couldn’t help it at this point.
“I was going to get some coffee before our meeting, we still have…13 minutes. Do you want anything?” Harry continued, looking down at his wristwatch to catch the time. Her shoulders slumped in relief, maybe partly relaxing because of his kind demeanour and kind offering. “I-yes, coffee sounds like it’s exactly what I need right now. Thank you, Harry.” She said lightly, with a giggle in her voice. Harry doesn’t think he’s ever heard such a beautiful sound in all his life, and she had managed to worm her way into his heart and make an impression bigger than the other 5 applicants had made combined. They walked together to the coffee machine, small talking about visions and dreams for the company and why she sent in her resume to work for them. And Harry, Harry was in trouble.
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Harry was light on his feet as he stepped into the lift at Pleasing HQ this morning, because he was in love. His whole life had transformed in just a matter of months, no longer feeling the lonely, bitter thoughts taking over him at night. He was in his own world of pink rose petals falling from the sky, rosy cheeks and laughter echoing in his head. He felt like he way going crazy, and maybe he was. Y/N had obviously gotten the position as a senior creative. After she left her interview, Harry was just obsessed with her. With what she saw for the company’s future, her laugh and kindness, her witty humour.
Y/N had been working for pleasing now for the last three months, taking it all in stride and charming the whole office with her tactics and energy; Harry had never seen anyone so passionate about their job, so caring about the people around her. She was the perfect puzzle piece.
There was just one issue.
Y/N had no idea about any of this. Or, maybe she could’ve guessed. Niall had to tell him how obviously in love he was with her, and that he had to get his ducks in a line or there would be issues. Dating a co-worker, especially as a boss was frowned upon, however not forbidden.
Harry just couldn’t stop thinking about her, ever. And they were friends, really good friends. Having lunch together, always getting stuck in conversation at their after-work gatherings, and Harry always did an extra round by the offices in the afternoon just to have an excuse to talk to her. Maybe she saw right through him, but he’s not sure he minded it. He was desperate to be a part of her world at this point, just to have a little piece of her, even if he couldn’t have her in the way he so desperately craved. This was going to have to be enough. It was like Harry had accepted his fate of this unrequited love, but he couldn’t really complain as long as she was still in his life. He didn’t feel sad about it anymore, it wasn’t that heartache he had felt previously, he had accepted that he had found his person, but that he was never going to have her. It was alright, he decided.
Y/N was doing a big pitch today, her first one. She had ben scrambling around for the first three months trying to learn everything about the company, the values, the staff and the consumers to really get an idea of what they were wanting to put out. She had worked hard, stayed some late nights to finish a mood-board or sketch a new design for something.
And Y/N was excited. Nervous for sure, but mostly excited to show everyone her interpretation of what Pleasing could become.
Harry spotted her in their conference room as he entered the floor. A smile on his lips immediately after seeing her setting up some snacks for everyone and trying to get the projector to work. He knocked on the slightly open door. “Morning, there! You need help with anything before we kick off?” Harry offered as he leaned against the doorframe. Y/N hastily turned around from the table she was standing on, trying to fix the cord to the projector that was not doing it’s best work today. She jumped down, straightening out her clothes and sighed. “I think most of it is all set, I just can’t seem to pull down the screen for the projector though, and you seem like a tall enough lad.” Y/N jokingly said to him, eyes scrunching and her little crow’s feet by her eyes showing. Harry loved every detail of her. “Course, love.” Harry replied as he walked over to the front of the room and pulled down the screen, easy as pie. “Thank you, H.” She said, now focused on her laptop screen, and fingers picking nervously at her lips. “You’re going to do incredible; I know it. Don’t have to be nervous, it’s just the staff and you know all of them.” Harry said, catching her nervousness as he’d known her for years. “Hm? Oh, yeah, I’m a little nervous, but everyone here is so nice, I have trouble believing I’ll be roasted by any of you.” She answered. He noticed that she never replied to his compliment about her being incredible. Sweet girl, Harry thought, she’s too nice and too sceptical of her own ability, she’s absolutely incredible at what she’s doing. Just as he was about to repeat himself, affirming his trust in her, the other staff started to trickle into the room. Harry hadn’t even put away his coat since he got here, he just went straight to Y/N. “Oh shit, give me a minute, yeah? I’m just going to put away my things, I’ll be right back.” Harry excused himself from the room, but not before hearing, “Hurry up, bossman, you’ve got to minutes to business-time!” Y/N shouted after him, earning a giggle from the people in the room. Harry just smiled to himself as he shook his head in adoration before walking over to his office.
She did so good. Of course she did. She had nothing to be nervous about, and she charmed the whole office with her visions and imagination of future products. She had put fourth an idea about more homegoods, candles, pyjamas and blankets. She had even went so far as to research materials, resellers for those materials and always making sure to stay true to the company’s values according to fair trade and labour rights. Her presentation was also funny, It barely felt like a meeting, she was just so naturally comedic, and Harry absolutely adored her. He sat way in the back, leaning back on his chair and twiddled with his shirtsleeve, looking like a lovesick puppy. Her every move and her every word entrancing him and pulling him deeper and deeper into her trenches. Although, he’d happily go down.
Just as Y/N finished, everyone cheered and clapped for her, everyone was proper impressed by her ideas and research, and couldn’t wait to get started with things. Harry stayed in the back, listening to everyone talk and share their ideas, budgets, raw material ideas and colourswatches. Harry was so proud of her. Everyone slowly left the room, congratulating Y/N on her impressive work, giving her hugs and encouraging words. Harry was the last one there. He was wearing a big, dimply smile as he walked up to her. “You have no idea what you just started, did you hear everyone? You’re fucking amazing, Y/N I don’t even know what to say. I’m so, so impressed.” Harry said, the smile never leaving his lips. If he didn’t know better he’d congratulate her with all the kisses she’d want. Y/N was blushing, her cheeks turning rosy as she looked up at him. “Thank you, Harry. I’m so relieved everyone liked it and that you’ve been here to support me, I really couldn’t have done any of this if you weren’t there so I could ask all those stupid questions.” She replied, humble as always. Harry got stuck in her eyes, just nodding to her. “Celebratory lunch? On me?” Harry followed up with, the blush never leaving her cheeks. “I’d like that.”
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Another 4 months had passed, and Harry fell just fell deeper and deeper into the sticky sweet lovecloud he was constantly in. It was dreary and dark out, the middle of November as Harry made his way into the office, preparing for their regular staff meeting, when he noticed Y/N was nowhere to be found. A pang of worry beat through his chest. Had she called in sick? Maybe she got in an accident on the way here? Harry felt his heart beating out of his chest in worry for his favourite girl; and just like that his phone went off. It was her.
He’s never answered his phone so quickly in his life. “Hey, there, I was beginning to wonder where you were.” Harry said immediately with a smile teasing on his lips, waiting to hear her voice. The line was quiet on the other end, he could hear her breathing and some rustling of something in the background. “Love? You there? Are you alright?” He said, softening his voice for her, the worry back in his chest as he stepped aside from a few other co workers and into his office, closing the door. “Harry…I’m sorry to call so late in the workday, I-i just don’t know what to do, i-.” He heard her crying over the phone, clearly upset, her breathing irregular and voice shaky. “Shhh, it’s okay love, take a deep breath for me, yeah? Tell me what’s happening, are you alright?” Harry was pacing in his office, wanting to demand her to tell her what was wrong, but he kept his voice gentle for her. He felt his pocket for his car keys in case he had to come get her. He would do anything. “It’s my dad, my dad has- he passed away in the night, and th-they don’t know what happened, I just I ca-can’t come in today so, so I was just…can I-I work from home today, is that o-okay?” Harry’s chest was aching as he listened to her tearful voice. Silly girl, working from home when something like this happened. He couldn’t allow it, and all he could think about was seeing her, wrapping her up in his arms to shield her from the pain she was experiencing. “Listen to me, Y/N, everything is going to be alright. I’m so sorry about your loss, I am so, so sorry. You’re not working today, or tomorrow, you’re going to take the week off and go see your family, do you understand?” He tried to be as gentle and clear as possible so her foggy brain could understand his words. “Do you have someone there with you?” Harry continued, biting his nails in worry for the sweet girl he had fallen so hard for. Harry already knew her answer, her family lived a plane ride away and she was pretty new in London, not yet having made a steady base of friends to look after her. She didn’t protest when he said she wasn’t going to work this week. “No-no. I’ve already booked a flight home, but it isn’t until the weeken-nd.” She stuttered through her tears. “Can I come see you? I just want to make sure you’re alright.” He said immediately, taking any chance he could to care for her. “It’s, it’s okay, Harry. You’re busy, and i-I’m a mess anyways. Thank you for l-letting me out of work tho-though, I’ll make it up to y-you.” She said, but he knew her better than this by now. He knew she’d never ask for help, even if it was from a friend, and just the fact that she called him instead of her closest boss, or Niall for that matter, made his cheeks warm, they were friends first, he decided then.
“Don’t worry a second about work right now, I’m never too busy for you, you know that. I’m going to excuse myself from the meeting and I’ll be at yours in 30 minutes, alright?” He said gently, her heavy breathing on the other side. “It’s going to be okay, doll, I’ve got you.” Harry continued as he grabbed his coat from the hanger and fished his keys out of his pocket, not letting go of his phone for a single second. “Thank you, H.” She just said, as they hung up and Harry was sprinting through the office building to get to the meeting he was supposed to attend minutes ago. He peeked his head through the glass door. “Sorry everyone, Niall can I borrow you for just a second? Important.” Their staff was all very kind and gentle people, Niall excused himself as small talk was rolling around in the meeting area. The staff not wanting to intrude on their conversation. “Y/N’s father has passed away, and she needs a friend right now, she’s all alone and her family lives a plane ride away. I just got a call from her, and she needs someone, will you be handling the meetings for today?” Harry said as he buttoned his coat up, barely looking at Niall, cause all he could think about was her, her, her. Niall put on a knowing smile, but not without feeling his chest tighten for one of his favourite colleagues. “Of course, mate, that’s so shit to hear. Be gentle with her and give her a hug from all of us, yeah?” Niall said, looking for eye contact with Harry. They weren’t a super big company, they were around 20 people and everyone knew each other well, including Y/N. Niall thought he’d tell them she wouldn’t be in for the rest of the week. “I will be, good luck, I’ll phone you tonight.” Harry said, already halfway to the lift as he harshly pressed the buttons in attempt to get a move on, faster. Niall gave harry a smile and nodded. He had to know exactly what Harry was feeling, he was a shit liar and could see right through him.
Harry sped off to Y/N’s apartment, making no stops and pushing the gas a little extra to get to her as fast as he could. He almost ran up the flight of stairs to her apartment, out of breath as he knocked on her door.
And there she was. Still the most beautiful person he’d ever known, despite the tears staining her face, her messy hair and pyjamas still on. It was like another wave of tears hit her the minute she saw Harry, it was like now that he was here, she was going to be okay. “Hey, doll, I’m so sorry.” Harry said as Y/N crashed into his arms, her body heavy and limp from the crying, panic and absolute bottomless darkness she found herself in. Harry had shivers running down his back, just being able to hold her like this, comfort her. His arms wrapped around her, his cheek pressing to the top of her head as he breathed her in and continued whispering affirming words to her. Without letting go of her, Harry stepped them inside her apartment, closing the door behind him with his foot. “Shhh, I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry, love.” He continued, pulling her head out of his chest and tear stained shirt, his thumbs drying her cheeks and looking her in her eyes. “I know it’s difficult right now, but I’m here to help, alright? C’mon, let’s get you settled, yeah?” He continued. She couldn’t have possibly missed his loving gazes and soft language. She couldn’t have possibly missed how he without any doubt took her into his chest to calm her down. She couldn’t have possibly missed how Harry’s heart was beating out of his chest when he held her so close.
Harry took her into her lounge, witnessing a mess of tissues, her open laptop and a now ice-cold cup of tea on the table. Y/N was still burrowed in Harry’s chest, searching for any kind of comfort she could find. In this moment, she didn’t care that he was her boss, that he had hired her months before to be an addition to his very successful team of workers. She knew it was a strange situation to be in, and to be such good friends with your boss, but with her being so new to the London, sha wanted to grab and hold onto the people she had. And Harry was a very special friend to Y/N, she really liked him as a friend, but it was difficult to not harbour feelings for the man, affectionate, kind and clever as he is. She tried her best to keep things as casual as possible between them, but she was stumbling in the dark right now, looking for whatever lifeline she could grab, and Harry showed up. Of course he did.
Harry settled her down in the lounge, now on a mission to do whatever he could to make her feel at least a little bit better. He wanted nothing more than to hold her, kiss her, stroke her wild hair and paint soft circles on her skin with his fingers but he had to draw a line. He couldn’t use this situation to his advantage, this wasn’t about him and his feelings.
Harry knew her well by know, she couldn’t function in a messy environment, so he took the first step, that was deemed appropriate enough, and started cleaning up and cozying up her lounge area. He removed all the tissues, wiped down her table and made her a new steaming hot cup of tea. He lit a candle, and put on some soft, but not too sad music for her in the background. She protested, of course, not wanting to bother him, it was almost embarrassing that he had to take care of her in this way; but for Harry it was an act of pure love. Of course he would do absolutely everything and anything for her, even if it was picking up her snotty tissues.
As he finished, he settled down on the other side of her sofa where she was laid down. Her crying had settled, she didn’t have a single tear left in her eye. At this point he was just staring at the candle in front of her, trying to focus her energy on something else other than the trainwreck that was her current situation. Harry sighed as he looked over at her. “Thank you for being here, Harry.” Y/N mumbled quietly, not letting her eyes drift away from the flame. “You don’t have to thank me; you know I’d do anything for you.” Harry answered her, his warm hand coming to give her a comforting squeeze around her ankle. She just nodded.
There they sat, Harry’s hand still on her ankle, at loss for action or words. “Is there anything I can do, at all, to help you? I know it’s a stupid question, I know there’s physically nothing I can do to make this any better, but if there is anything, please let me help.” Harry said into the still air of the room. A few more tears welled up in her eyes; he was so kind to her. “C-can I have a hug? I know it’s not proper but I coul-” Y/N said quietly, almost ashamed to be asking such a thing from him, but she really needed him right now. Harry let a puff of air escape his lungs, almost relieved at her words as sat up slightly and opened his arms for her. “C’mere, sweet girl.” Harry let the words slip from his mouth so easily, he couldn’t help but call her those sweet names when she was like this. And Harry often did call her those names, she didn’t seem to mind.
Without another word she turned over on the sofa, crawling her way up into his arms, and letting his scent embrace her and calm her down. His warm chest and comforting strokes to her back. Harry was trying hard to keep his cool with her so close to him, and tried to emit calmness in hopes that she could feel it too. And it wasn’t just a hug, it was more of a cuddle. But in that moment, they both needed it more than anything else.
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After that day at her apartment, Harry and Y/N had become even closer. Y/N had gone to see her family for the weekend, and Harry had assured her that she could stay longer if she needed to. She was slowly coming out of her hazy mind, thinking more clearly, but she was still barely functioning. Grief is hard. It’s cruel, dark and endless. Y/N’s mind was constantly racing between the final time she saw her dad, their memories, and all the things she had to do that was piling up over the week. Harry was checking in on her constantly, texting, calling, showing up with dinner or helping her with the most simple tasks, that felt huge and impossible in her state of mind.
Y/N was going back to work tomorrow, and although she dreaded the pitying looks and comforting hugs, although she really wanted to get back to her life. Not to forget what had happened with her father, but more to kickstart herself, she knew she didn’t want to lose herself in this grief, so she had to at least try and do something about it.
Harry was taking up a big chunk of her mind as well. As if she wasn’t falling for him before all this, she was now hopelessly lovesick over someone she couldn’t have. She didn’t want it to turn out this way, and she had thought about all possible scenarios for them to maybe, just maybe have a chance together, but was constantly reminded of the one thing that made her heart ache more than anything – he probably didn’t want her. He was just the best human alive, supporting and cheering for his friends, she knew he was like this with all of his friends, he couldn’t possibly not be. She shouldn’t mistake his kindness and generosity for being in love with her.
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Harry felt like he was going to explode at any given time. They had spent so much time together in the last few weeks, and now that she was coming back to work, full time, he wasn’t sure if he could handle just seeing her without giving her a good cuddle or asking how she’s doing. He knows that as a boss, this is the last thing he should be doing and thinking about, but Harry had never felt like this. It had been months of torture not having her the way he wanted, and he felt completely blinded by the love he felt. Even so far as considering leaving pleasing to Niall just so he could maybe be with her. That was an insane thought though, he was still pretty sure that Y/N didn’t even reciprocate those feelings for him, and he was weighing his options of telling her what he felt or if he was going to take it to his grave. He didn’t want to risk her career, and if they actually got together, he wasn’t sure how the company would take it. HR would hate it, even though it wasn’t forbidden to date a coworker.
This was what his mind was racing on and on about, and he felt like he was going to accidentally expose himself soon if he didn’t say anything.
He had to talk to Niall. He was his best friend, his COO. Harry knew that he was blinded by the love he had inside of him, he needed someone with a clear mind.
“Niall, I need you here for a short meeting, it’s personal though so don’t bring anyone with you.” Harry texted Niall after lunch that day. He wasn’t functioning properly, he felt incapacitated from all of this love that he had nowhere to put, and it was time to come clean to someone, although Niall already knew some of the feelings he was harbouring for Y/N.
Not even 2 minutes later, Niall popped into Harry’s office, closing and locking the door. His office at leas had some frosted glass, so they wouldn’t be totally exposed. “What can I do for you, lad?” Niall said as he sat down across from where Harry was sitting, at his desk. Harry looked deep in thought, his arm leaning on the armrest of his chair, chin supported by his hand. He didn’t even know how to say it, but he could feel a word vomit coming up his throat as the silence grew bigger. “I don’t know what to do, Niall.” Harry said, eyes glazing over as the iceberg finally tipped over, and everything came to the surface. Niall instantly looked worried about his friend, not yet knowing where he was going with all of this. Niall leaned forward in his seat, eyes on Harry as he watched him rub his eyes to rid them from tears coming through.
“I’m so in love with her and I don’t know what to do anymore. I feel like I can’t do anything without thinking of her, I feel totally incapacitated. But I know that if I tell her this, her career could be at risk. I want to let her know, I need to, but it could go wrong in so many ways. She probably doesn’t even feel the same way I do, and I don’t think I could live with that. I’d rather not tell her and keep her in my life for as long as I can…And I know it sounds dramatic, but I’m desperate at this point, Niall, It’s been seven months and I-“ Harry trailed off as he rubbed his eye once again, refusing to let another tear fall for this girl. He was rambling, almost incoherent at times, but Niall listened to him.
Niall knew, he knew without Harry even mentioning her name. It was obvious that they were both in love with each other. The whole office basically knew, except for Harry and Y/N. And for this, Niall wanted to almost laugh at this immensely dense friend of his, but he kept it to himself, aware that this was probably paining Harry more than he knew.
“Harry, I’m going to tell this to you straight and you need to listen to me.” Niall said, no readable look on his face. Harry readied himself for a proper metaphorical fist to the face. He knew this wasn’t right, he was her boss for chirst’s sake. Niall continued. “I think the whole office knows that you’re both in love with each other except for you two. And I need you to get your house in order because I can’t watch this anymore. You’re going to tell her, and you’re doing it tonight. Y/N just left for her half-day and I suggest you call her up right now and see her tonight.” Harry is just staring blankly at Niall, not completely sure that he heard him right. He just starts nodding. And then the tears come. It was relief in some way, and although he still wasn’t sure about her response if he told her, there was still something there for them to build on. “Niall, I-. What if it all goes wrong, I’m her fucking boss, what do I do if she becomes uncomfortable at her own workplace, she’s a genius, I’m going to have to be the one that leaves.” Harry stuttered. “You’re not going to spend a single second thinking about that just yet, because it might not even happen. In fact, I don’t think it will. You know, she’s talking about you all the time. And she has these disgusting puppy eyes every time you just walk past or even glance at her direction. This needs to end. Call her.” Niall continued, supporting his friend. Niall really did think they were endgame, he could already see it when she had her interview here, all those months ago. Harry nodded. And in a moment of bravery, he got out his phone and pressed her contact information.
Y/N’s heart grew when she saw Harry’s contact on her phone. She didn’t waste a second picking up. “Hey, there bossman, everything alright?” She chirped on the other end of the line. Harry’s heart was beating out of his chest. “Y/N.” He just said, as her blood ran cold. She felt like she was in trouble. Had she forgotten something important? Did she do something to offend him? Y/N was thinking at a million miles per hour, every thought she had ever had about Harry was coursing through her brain at the same time. Harry continued. “I was just wondering if I could come see you later, I have something I need to speak to you about.” Harry said, trying his best not to let his emotions spill into his speech. “Harry? Are you alright? I’m free now, do you want me to come back to the office? I just left.” Y/N said. She could tell this wasn’t the regular hang out or check in like in the past two weeks. “I’m alright, love. And don’t turn around. Can I pick you up at 6 and we could go to mine?” Harry said, looking at Niall who was still sitting across from him, nodding and giving him a thumbs up like a child doing a prank call. Harry’s nicknaming made her slightly calmer, maybe he just had a stressful day. Although, he’d never offered her to come to his, if they were hanging out they were always at hers. “Of course, that sounds good. I’ll be outside by 6, then?” Y/N replied. “Yeah. I’ll see you later, okay?”. Harry said and then hung up the phone.
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Harry’s hands were shaking on the steering wheel of his range rover. When he had gotten home from his office he stormed around his penthouse, cleaning up any mess that he could detect. He made sure he had something to serve her, and some snacks in case they wanted some. Every thought he had about telling her, he tried to steer away. Instead he cleaned up, took a shower, did some nervous pacing around, and now finally, he was behind the wheel, minutes from Y/N’s apartment. It was all or nothing, now. And he thought about every likely outcome for what was about to happen, he just couldn’t stop stressing out about it.
He didn’t want to mess this up. That thirst, longing, yearning feeling for connection had immediately been quenched the minute he met her. The person he had been waiting for. And maybe, if it didn’t turn out the way he was hoping, all those dreams of a love so deep maybe wasn’t meant for him. And maybe it would be okay if that was the outcome. Harry wasn’t sure he wanted anyone else but her.
Y/N was stood outside her apartment complex as harry drove up. She looked heart-stoppingly beautiful, like she always did. She had been getting a little better sleep and routines for the past few days, which had been nice to see for Harry. He was such a worry wart when it came to her.
Y/N enthusiastically threw the door open to his car, stepping in as if it was nothing.
“Hi, doll.” Harry said sweetly. “Hi, H.” She replied. “So, what’s this mystery topic you can’t talk about over the phone, huh? Top secret business?” Y/N continued, wiggling her eyebrows in suspense. A smile crept on Harry’s face for maybe the first time today. “I’ll tell you when we get to mine, yeah? You might be surprised, who knows?”
Y/N stepped out of the elevator that led directly into Harry’s penthouse. Her chin was on the floor, she didn’t realize he lived somewhere like THIS. She was almost ashamed of the fact that he had ever hung out in her neighbourhood. She was absolutely well paid as a senior creative at Pleasing, but this was a whole other level. “Sit down, cuppa tea?” Harry led her to his lounge, overlooking the city skyline. “Mhm, yes please.” She said, instead going over to the windows rather than sitting down. Harry disappeared for a second and she could hear him put the kettle on. You could see the office from his window, just barely.
Y/N zoned out in some kind of philosophical thought, looking at the skyline, thinking about her current life. But at the forefront of her mind, she was always thinking about Harry. And now she was at his place.
“Cuppa tea, for you, love.” Harry mentioned, putting their two mugs down on a table by the sofas. Y/N stood still, looking at all the lights as she could feel Harry’s presence behind her. She felt his eyes looking at her, and she craned her neck to take a good look at him. Y/N is thinking that he is getting more beautiful by the day. His defined features lit up by the twinkling lights of the city, and his perfectly unperfect chestnut brown curls, framing his face in the most delicious looking way. A pang of adoration fought it’s way into her chest, but she couldn’t let him know.
“Y/N, I really need to tell you something. And before you say anything I really need you to listen to me and let me explain. Can you come sit down?” Y/N was shaken out of her daydream with his serious words. Y/N could just nod, plopping down on the sofa, facing him as he tried to relax against the back of the sofa. Y/N did her best to put on a calm and settled look, smiling at him when she could tell that he was getting nervous. This was going to be way worse than she was expecting, she’s sure now.
“I don’t even know how to say this.” Harry started. It took everything in Y/N’s body to stay still and not question those words from him, he had told her to just listen at first. Her thoughts were racing, as she stared at him, waiting for more words to come out of his mouth. He doubted his voice, trying to get words out and then it was like he was changing his mind. Over and over again. Y/N reached for his hand that was resting on his thigh, fingers lacing together as she gave him a long, hard squeeze. Harry looked to their interlocked hands, carefully stroking her hand with his callous fingers. He gained courage enough to look straight at her. ”I’m in love with you. I have been since the day I first saw you.” The words left Harry’s mouth as he gauged her reaction to them in real time. Harry continued, “And I feel like an asshole, because I know I’m putting you in a tricky situation with me being selfish and telling you this. But I also want you to know that if you want nothing to do with me, or this situation, that’s okay. I-I just had to tell you, because I felt like I was going to drown If I didn’t.” Harry looked right into her eyes. “I was fucking drowning.” He said, almost like he was all out of air, or breathing oxygen for the first time. Y/N couldn’t believe a single word coming from his mouth. This had to be a prank, it couldn’t be. And if it is true, maybe she wouldn’t feel sad ever again. “Harry…” Y/N got out before he stopped her again, grabbing her same hand with his other one. “I’ve been realizing a lot of things lately, and one of them-.” Harry continued. Y/N could see the gears turning in his head, trying to get the right words out, but she couldn’t wait another second for her lips to collide with his. Her eyes glazed over as she realized that he wasn’t going to let her speak. So instead, she took control. “Harry!” She said loudly. Moving from her position on the sofa, towards him and settling herself in his lap. “Shhhh, I don’t want to hear another word about that, just tell me again.” Y/N said as she got closer to his face. Lips calling out to one another. Harry couldn’t breathe. Not with her this close, with her breath on his lips, her thighs hugging his, his hands around her back. It was Harry’s turn to get teary eyed. It just dawned on him what her answer to his speech would be. “Just tell me.” Y/N breathed against his lips. “Please.” She was almost begging to tell her those words again. Just to know if they were true. “I love you, I’m in love with you.” The words left his mouth like they had been sitting on his lips for his whole existence. Y/N let a watery smile overtake her features, and a chuckle left her mouth. “Thank god.” She whispered as she finally pressed her lips against his. His pink, puffy lips danced with hers as their tongues licked into each other’s mouths. It wasn’t like any first kiss; this was a long time coming. It was desperate, passionate and everything they had been craving. Their wet lips then collided in a smattering of pecks, one after the other being placed on their lovers’ lips. Wanting to do absolutely anything except speaking words right now. “I love you, H.” It was Y/N’s turn to speak, in between desperate kisses. Harry was seeing stars as she said those words loud, her nickname for him feeling like it’s burning a hole through his heart.
It was hard for Harry to be vulnerable. He only really was with his family, and Niall. He couldn’t even remember how it felt to have a possible partner to be vulnerable with. Someone he could pour his heart out to, someone who listened, and who vowed to take care of him. Y/N has stepped into his life and cracked open his whole being, it felt like he was on fire from top to toe from all the emotions and tenseness releasing. Y/N let go from his lips as she felt wetness smeared onto her cheeks. Harry was full on crying now. Y/N put her hands around his cheeks, drawing soft patterns on his cheeks with her thumbs, strategically removing the tears from his eyes. “I-I’m so happy, I promise, I ju-st…” Harry breathed, looking at her with wet, wild eyes, his face leaning into her hold. “I know, it’s alright. It’s been a long time coming, yeah?” Y/N chuckled out, in attempt to lift the moods. Harry nodded, smiling to her. His hands moved to her wrists, holding her in place. “I’m going to tell you everything I’ve been feeling these past few months, but the girl I love just told me she loves me too, so I just need to breathe for a second. Take a good look at her.” Harry joked, eyes still focused on Y/N’s face, his gaze bouncing all over her features, drinking her in. Y/N just nodded to him, her love for the man in front of her glowing in her chest. It had been a long, long time since she had felt like this.
This wasn’t at all what Y/N had in mind when he had called her earlier that day. She really had no idea that he was in love with her, she really had no idea that he felt the same way she had, especially in the last few weeks, with them becoming extra close since her father passed away.
Y/N agreed to stay over at Harry’s that night. She didn’t bring a single thing with her to prepare her for an overnight stay, but Harry had convinced her that he had everything that she would need. And she really didn’t want to let him go, not when their night had turned out like this, maybe she would just stay here, always.
They had barely stopped touching since the moment he told her. Always at least one hand on one another; they had a lot of time to make up for.
As they settled in his bed for the night, it was still early, barely 10. They had changed into soft, comfortable clothing, and Y/N got to borrow a set from him. There they laid, Harry was behind her, strong arms wrapped around her frame, fingers lightly touching and playing. Harry breathed in her scent, burrowing his face into her neck and soft, lavender scented hair.
They talked for hours, pouring their hearts out about the past months that they had known each other. But the tears had since long left their eyes, they had each other now, and there was not a single broken heart in sight.
“I still feel like this is all in my head. Like I’m going to wake up from this dream and I’ll be as fucking lonely and sad as I always am.” Harry said into her neck, placing a light kiss after he finished his sentence. “I know. But it isn’t a dream, although my mind is definitely trying to tell me otherwise.” She replied to him. Her eyes focused on the lights from the city dancing on the walls. Suddenly Y/N turned around in his arms, so that they were facing eachother. “Hi.” She said. “Hi, sweet girl:” Harry’s reply came so easily, and he was finally able to say it whenever they wanted to. “I think we need to talk about work, what do we say to HR, do we even say anything? I know it’s all still so new, but I want you to know that I’m all in…if you want that as well.” Y/N continued, a worried look on her face. The thought was bothering Harry as well, but as things had turned out well for them, his positive mindset was telling him that it was going to be alright. And work, HR and people’s opinions was about the last thing he wanted to talk to her about. At least for tonight.
They talked for hours, kissed for hours. In this room, it was just them, Harry and Y/N. They had both been craving this for so long, Y/N had thought of him so much. How it would feel like to be loved by him, what it was like to feel his hands on her body, in her hair, on her cunt. She couldn’t stop herself from thinking about it some nights when she was all by herself in her apartment, with her hands between her legs. Heavy breath lingering in the air as his name left her lips in a desperate call for him to do anything to her, anything he wanted. She had felt guilty about it, of course. But now that they were in his bed together, those illicit thoughts were starting to creep back into her head. Now that he was touching all over her, she wanted more.
Her lips reached for his neck, leaving wet kisses and small bites around his soft spot, as Harry’s breathing got a little heavier. “Love, what are you up to, hm?” He said in the gentlest voice, knowing where this was going as her kisses had suddenly changed from pure and loving, to slightly more sexual. “Tell me what you need, pet. I’ll give you anything, do you know that?” Harry continued, as he brought his lips to hers. Y/N almost mewled out a reply, mind fuzzy from his scent and sweet talking. “I need you, everywhere. Please. Just do anything, I’m yours.” Her eyes closing as Harry placed kisses all over her face, nose, cheeks and corners of her mouth. “You’re mine now, huh? I love to hear those words from you, you have no idea. But I need you to tell me what to do pet, what do you want?” He tried again, wanting to make sure that she knew what she was asking for, and wasn’t just caught up in her hazy mind. “I need you to touch me, k-kiss me, I just want you, H.” Y/N said desperately, in an almost whisper. Harry chuckled at the sweet girl in front of him. Of course he was going to take care of her. “Alright, love I’ve got you, yeah? But I need you to tell me if there’s something you need or if you want me to stop, do you understand?” Harry spoke clearly to her now, looking into her eyes to make sure that his message got through. “Yes. Yes, H, I want you.” She got out, her hands now underneath his t-shirt, nails scraping against his stomach. Harry’s hands touched her all over, keeping her close to his body, his hands travelled south and dipped into the waistband of her borrowed sweatpants. He stroked her soft skin over the thighs, bum and finally stopped on the outside of her underwear. Their mouths connected, and Harry was trying to stay focused on her pleasure, on the ques and clues she was leaving him with her touches and the way she moved. “Please, H” She moaned out, so zeroed in o finally getting a little taste of him on her tongue. “Shhh, pet, you’ll get all of me, don’t worry.” He tried to reassure her as his hand grazed over her underwear, laying soft and gentle strokes over her underwear, right on her clit. He moved devilishly slow, and Y/N was aching for more, higher pleasure from him. A moan slipped from Y/N’s lips and it was like all of the blood in Harry’s body rushed to his cock, almost making him lightheaded. Harry’s fingers that were moving on the outside of her underwear was now moving said underwear out of the way, being able to fully feel how wet she had become just from a few touches. Y/N had started to tug on his t-shirt. “Off, I want it off” she said to him in the dimly lit room, wanting to see all of him. Harry chuckled at the silly, sweet girl in his bed and removed himself from her, pulling his shirt over his head aswell as removing his sweats, just in his underwear mow. His next mission was to get Y/N out of her kit. He tugged on her t-shirt. “Is this alright? Wanna see you.” Harry whispered in her ear as his large hands were already underneath the t-shirt she was wearing, massaging her soft sides. Without a word from her, she sat up, and pulled it all off, discarding the t-shirt and her bra on the floor. “You’re so fucking beautiful, love.” Harry said, without tearing his gaze away from her breasts. His mouth instantly coming towards her belly and kissing up towards her boobs, wrapping his lips around one of her nipples, fingers tugging and rolling the other one. A moan ripping out of Harry’s chest the second he got a taste of her. “Shit, H, that feels…” Y/N moaned out, fingers running through Harry’s hair, slightly tugging on it. Harry continued kissing her chest, any skin he could to touch or kiss, he was there. Desperate to taste every inch of skin that she’d offer him.
Harry’s mouth started to travel down Y/N’s belly, teasing at the waistband with his green eyes looking into her’s for permission to remove them. Y/N slightly lifted her hips to make it easier for him, and her underwear and sweats were on the floor in barely a second, his body falling in between her legs, as he continued to kiss anywhere he could get to. “Are you going to let me have a taste, pet? Yeah?” He said to her, eyes still looking into hers. Another “please” fell from her lips, eager to get him on her. “Hmm, so kind to me, yeah? I’ll show you my worth, I promise you.” Harry said with a gentle tone, leaving her even more needy and ready for him to do something; anything. His lips finally met with her wet cunt, licking broad, strong swipes over her entrance and clit. Harry moaned at the taste of her, his eyes falling shut; he’d been dreaming about tasting her like this, but this was way better than anything he could’ve imagined. Y/N was writhing in her place on the mattress, her hips chasing after his tongue and heavy moans escaping her throat as he continued to kiss, lick and poke at her with his tongue. “You’re so goo-d, Harry, fuck! You’re mine, please,” Her moans encouraged him and simultaneously made his cock even harder, if that was even possible. Harry’s arms came up, one arm over her hips to slightly still her, and one over her breast, teasing her nipple. “I’m yours, don’t worry pet.” He replied to her, letting go of her messy, wet cunt for just a second before diving back in. Y/N’s hand flew to his hair, searching for anything to hold on to in her intense amount of pleasure. “Please, I’m going to come, you’re gonna make me com-e, please” Y/N was moaning out, almost screaming at this point, to deep into her pleasure to realise how loud she as being. Harry didn’t mind it at all. The hand that was previously on her breast moved down to her cunt, a finger playing at her entrance before pushing two of them inside her, slightly curving his fingers as he could feel her clenching around them. Y/N could almost black out at this point. She could barely remember the last time someone else had made her come this hard, it wasn’t usually happening at all with her previous partners. Her breathing started to get heavier as she came closer to her climax. “Come for me, pet, let me taste what I’ve worked so hard for. Look at me.” Harry let out, having to rut his hips into the mattress to get some kind of relief, he felt like he could come just by looking at her in this immense state of pleasure. With her eyes locked to his, she came, orgasm ripping through her body, legs trembling as Harry worked her through her orgasm with his mouth and fingers. When she slowly started to come down, Harry’s touches became lighter and more gentle, not wanting to overwhelm her after such an intense orgasm. As Harry’s lips let go of her, he moved to crash down on top of her, kissing her puffy, swollen lips. He had already missed her mouth. “I think I’m going to have to keep you forever, if that’s how you’re going to make me come.” Y/N admitted with a smile, her flushed face close to his and lips lingering on each other. “Darling, you know I wouldn’t mind, I’m here for as long as you want me.” He said back. Now it was her hands that started to travel down to his boxers, slipping inside of his boxers and gently stroking over his cock. “Shit, doll, I’m not going to last if you put your hands and me and I’m planning on at least two more orgasms for you.” Harry shakily breathed against her lips. “Mmmh” Was Y/N’s only reply, instead ridding him of his underwear and mumbling. “Are you clean, please tell me you’re clean I just want to feel you. I have a Nexplanon.” She almost begged him, it felt like too much to just get out of bed in search of a condom. “I got tested after my last partner, I’m clean as well, do you trust me? I could go get a condom, it’s no trouble, pet.” He replied in between kisses.
“No condom, I want to feel all of you. Please?” Her wide eyes looked into his for any kind of regret about it. She trusted him, he had already proven himself to be loyal and trustworthy, and she couldn’t find a single reason not to believe him although Y/N religiously always wore a condom with new partners. “Of course, pet, give you everything, you can trust me. Always so good for me, yeah?” He said, loving her reaction to the words that came out of her mouth. He turned them around, so that he was on his back, with her on top. “I want you on top to start with, okay? You can go as fast or as slow as you’d like, pet, it’s up to you.” Her heart trembled as he encouraged her to feel good with his body, completely trusting her and wanting to go at her pace. Although, her face fell slightly as her confidence wore thin when she had been on top with previous partners. Harry could read her immediately. “Shhh, no frown on that beautiful face, just to start and then I’ll take over when you’re ready, yeah?” He said, sitting up so their naked, upper bodies were flush against each other. “C’mon, doll, take what you want.” He encouraged her as she lined him up and slowly sank down onto him. She was slightly worried about taking him, he was above average in comparison to others and she wasn’t a fan of the pain that it could bring. But as sank down and took all of him, and she had never felt such a spark of pure pleasure as he filled her up. “Fuck me, pet, you feel so good around me, never had anyone feel this good on my cock.” Harry praised her, as she started to slowly grind her hips for some friction. Harry held her close, arms clasped around her upper body for support, as he attached his lips to hers. They moaned into each others mouth as Harry’s encouragement made her more brave and she moved more freely, her hips desperate for more, more of him. She had never felt this good during sex. Y/N’s thighs were burning from the work out she was getting, her belly on fire from him, so deep inside of her. “You feel good, baby? You’re taking my cock so well, look at you.” Harry praised her. She could barely think straight, not even being able to form a single word as more moans escaped from her lips and spilled into his mouth. His lips went to her neck, leaving lovebites, kissing, sucking, not for a second thinking of any marks he was leaving, deciding that he liked it like that. “Harry…” Y/N let out a tired whimper of his name, feeling so close to another orgasm already, but her legs felt like jelly, and she was frustrated that she couldn’t keep up her pace to chase after her climax. “I’ve got you.” Harry replied, giving her a big smile as his hands came up to her sweaty face to get some hairs away from her eyes. He just wanted to see her properly. “Going to let me take care of you? Make you come, again?” Harry continued, a proud, cocky, smile on his lips. Y/N just about had time to nod as he pushed her onto her back onto the mattress, getting up after her and getting on top of her. “This is my favourite…” Harry said into her neck, proceeding to put both of her legs over his shoulder, Harry leaning over her. As he pushed himself back into her, Y/N could swear she was seeing stars, the angle made up for her almost lost orgasm as after just a few strong thrusts, she was barrelling towards her orgasm again. Her hand attempted to slip in between them, to rub her puffy clit, she could taste her orgasm, it was just right there. Harry had realised quickly pulling up her arm and replacing her hand with his. “You’re going to come for me, again, pet? Spoiling me, aren’t you?” Harry laughed, pressing and pinching her clit, as Y/N’s lips attached to his neck. His scent was grounding her as another orgasm rolled through her body, causing her to grip on to Harry hard, pressing herself against him as if he would vanish at any given moment. Y/N’s nails pressed into his biceps, his shoulder blades, earning a grunt from Harry. Every nerve ending in her body was exploding, wanting more him, needing him like water or air.
Harry’s pace didn’t falter, he worked her through her orgasm and continued. The pleasure was so overwhelming, but she didn’t want to stop, she wanted more. “Darling, look what you’re doing to me. Promised you another one though, didn’t i? I’m so close, pet, be gentle with me, alright? Harry stuttered softly to her, kissing her lips as he released her legs from his shoulders, pulling out of her. Wordlessly, he turned her to her side, placing a pillow under her head as he got in behind her and pulled Y/N’s leg up for him to enter her again. Y/N was lost for words, she was in some hazy dream state driven by her lust for him, and not thinking a single thought besides him. “There we go,” Harry whispered to her, his arm encasing her shoulders as his other hand find it’s way back to her clit, in hopes of luring her into another orgasm. Y/N sighed as he picked up his pace again, her head falling back on his shoulder as she let him manipulate her to wherever he wanted. She was almost pissed at this point; she had gone her whole life without having sex that was this could? She had no idea that this is what it could’ve been. And she’s also pissed at herself for missing out on so much time with him, when he had been in love with her this whole time.
“Pet, you’re going to make me come any moment, where do you want it?” Harry’s voice was strained, trying to keep his composure as he neared his end. Y/N could barely get her words out, already feeling her next orgasm growing from those words he said to her. “Inside, come inside me.” She manged to say into the air as she turned her head slightly to catch his lips.
Harry let out an otherworldly moan from that sentence. “So good to me, Y/N, i’m going to come, are you with me?” He grunted out, his thrusts quickening as did his hand on her clit. Y/N was sure she was going to black out by the time they were done, as she felt her orgasm triggered by Harry’s cock steadily poking her g-spot. Y/N just about screamed, hands clawing at Harry’s arms, writhing around in the bed, wanting to get closer to him and get away from him at the same time. She could feel Harry’s cock twitching inside of her and his cum filling her as his pace faltered, giving deep, hard thrusts into her. They were both moaning out, breathing laboured, as they had just ran a marathon. Y/N was now shivering in her post orgasmic state, Harry’s cock still inside of her as he had caught up to reality, placing soft kisses on her neck, jaw, and cheek.
“Did so good for me, you feel okay, pet? I’m honestly kind of pissed that we didn’t get to do this earlier, best I’ve ever had.” Harry mumbled, nose grazing her cheek. Y/N smiled, slowly coming back to reality; their minds had to be connected somehow. Y/N turned around in bed, now facing him on their sides as she clung on to him. Sweaty bodies embracing each other, heartrates still way too high to be healthy. “Mm-hmm.” Was all she could reply to him, as she closed her eyes, taking in his scent, a mixture of sweat, his cologne and pure man, peppery, citrusy. “I don’t even think I could form a proper sentence; you’ve absolutely wrecked me.” Y/N manged to get out, a teasing smile on her lips as their eyes made contact. “Yeah, I was kind of hoping I’d ruin everyone else for you, you’re mine now, huh?” Harry winked at her, an almost comedic tone to his voice, although Y/N could see the hopeful glint in his eyes as he had repeated those words back to her. He can’t fool her that easily. “I am yours. If you’ll be mine.” She said to him, watching a glowing smile spread over his face, a puff of air escaping his lungs, full of all the love he had for her. “I’m all yours, and I have been for a long time.”
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Gimme More
Pairing: Kishibe x f!reader
Rating: Explicit – MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Word Count: ~1.6k
cw: bodyguard au, no devils au, reader is thirty-years-old, Kishibe is fifty-ish, age gap, smut – PIV sex (cowgirl), creampie, car sex, slight degradation (slut, whore)
Summary: Your father is the founder and CEO of one of the fastest growing tech companies in the city. As his prominence in society continues to skyrocket, he hires only the most elite people to look after his family. Kishibe started working for your father only a year ago, but already he’s his chauffeur, his bodyguard, his most trusted confidant, his right-hand man. What your father doesn’t know is that Kishibe happens to be your right-hand man as well.
Author’s Notes: Thanks @demonwoman for the request for the y2k karaoke party! This one is inspired by "Gimme More" by Britney Spears. It’s been a minute since I wrote for Kishibe, so this was especially fun for me to write. It’s a short one, though I might expand on this in the future because the idea of bodyguard!Kishibe is making me go brrrr, LOL. Likes, reblogs, and/or comments are always appreciated, thanks for reading! MDNI divider by @/cafekitsune.
You know better than to interrupt your father when his office door is shut. Closed means he’s in the middle of discussing important matters with his business partners or that he’s in an important phone call overseas. There are no other vehicles in the driveway besides your own, so you figure it’s the latter. You continue to pace the hallway, waiting for the moment until he’s finally free. A few more minutes pass, then you hear the distinct clickof the knob being unlocked and the door creaking open. You wait a couple of seconds before barging in.
Your dad glances up from his desk, smiling at you as you make strides towards him. “Hi, princess. Going out tonight?”
It’s obvious, considering that you’re currently dressed in your skimpiest black dress, makeup done, high heels clacking against the tile floors. You press your cheek to his, giving him a fake smooch, not wanting to ruin your lipstick with a real one. “Yes. Just want to say goodnight before I leave. I won’t be back until late.”
He crosses his arms over his chest, scanning you up and down. “Aren’t you going to be cold dressed like that?”
You roll your eyes at him. Here it is, the lecture. “I’ll be fine.”
He sighs, organizing the papers on his desk into a neat stack. “Princess, you should really start thinking about settling down soon. I mean, you’re not getting any – ”
“Don’t say it,” you interrupt him, patience wearing thin.
He waves his hands, relenting. “I’m just saying. I’m worried about you.”
You take a deep breath, deciding whether or not to debate with him. There are a thousand different arguments you can hit him with, but you know that your efforts will prove futile in the end. So instead, you press a gentle kiss to his forehead, murmuring, “Thank you for the concern. Like I said, I’ll be fine. I am fine. Don’t worry so much, okay?”
You turn on your heel, ready to leave the house, and especially this conversation, pausing only when he demands, “Kishibe, go with her.”
You stop in your tracks, listening for Kishibe’s response. “Yes, sir,” he mutters.
Facing your father again, you scoff. “Seriously? I can’t even go out on my own anymore? Do I need to remind you that I’m thirty-fucking-years old?”
“And do I need to remind you of what happened two weeks ago?” You don’t because the memory is still fresh in your mind. The two of you were just leaving from lunch together when out of nowhere, a man grabbed you from behind, dragging you with him. It’s thanks to Kishibe, your father’s most vigilant and trusted bodyguard, that it didn’t escalate any further.
You shake your head, understanding his concern, flashing a glance at Kishibe, who avoids your gaze by focusing on the floor. He accompanies you out the door, your father yelling, “Be careful!” before you’re out of his sight.
Kishibe follows you in silence until you’re outside on the driveway, stepping towards the car. He opens the backseat for you, waiting for you to step in. You ignore him, heading directly to the passenger seat, sliding in without his assistance. He lets out a faint grunt, shutting the door closed, walking to the driver’s side with an annoyed expression on his face. You can’t help but smirk to yourself, amused.
This isn’t the first time your father has forced Kishibe on you. He’s only been employed a little over a year, but in his short tenure, he’s become your family’s highest-ranking bodyguard. When you began to do press alongside him, posing for magazine covers, interviews for online articles, all that jazz, Dad figured it’d be best to have him around in case you were recognized in public. And, of course, after the incident from two weeks ago, it’s to be expected that Kishibe be with you at all times.
Little does your father know the dirty secret the two of you share.
His hand rests lazily on the gear shift, driving the speed limit through the main street, heading towards the club downtown. You don’t tell him an address or destination; he already knows exactly where to go. You wait until you’re well away from your gated neighborhood to make your move. It doesn’t matter; no one from the outside can see through the tinted windows. Still, it’s routine; it gives the both of you peace of mind, as if you’re doing your due diligence to hide this. Your hand grazes his, lifting it off the lever to guide it to your thigh, spreading yourself wider for him. His eyes stay focused on the road ahead, though you can see his jaw clench, nostrils flaring, his composure wavering. His fingers tease the inside of your plush skin, gradually making his way closer to your loins, throbbing with arousal. You slide the hem of your dress up, giving him more access to slip past the fabric to toy with your clit.
You buckle in your seat, rubbing yourself deeper against him, moaning his name, loving the way he plays with you. “Almost there,” he mutters, driving faster now, a bit over the speed limit now. “Be patient for me.”
He pulls into the private lot two blocks from the club, the parking attendant flashing him a thumbs up as soon as he spots the familiar license plate. Down the row, where there are fewer cars, Kishibe backs into a spot away from any potential voyeurs. He reaches for the shift with his left hand, putting it in park, his right still working your clit, wet with your slick now.
Finally, he leans in, kissing you sloppily on the lips, tongue lapping into your mouth greedily. He pulls his fingers away from you, mouth brushing your cheek until he’s hot on your ear, whispering, “Backseat. Now.”
You nod, already in a daze, carefully making your way to the back. He gives you a light slap on the ass, chuckling in that low, husky voice of his, following you. Once you’re both situated, you straddle his lap, your dress hoisted past your stomach, panties wet with your slick as you ride his thigh. “Is it good, princess?” he asks, watching you with a satisfied grin on his face.
You grimace at him. “Don’t call me that.” Your dad calls you that, but you don’t say it out loud to not ruin the mood.
“What should I call you then?” He presses his thumb to your clit, massaging it. “Slut? Whore?”
You throw you head back in pleasure, grinding against him, spurred on by the vulgar language. “Yes,” you whine, palming the erection bulging in his pants.
“No wonder your daddy is always worried about you,” he huffs, rubbing slow circles on your sensitive bud. “Going around, slutting yourself out like this.” He kisses you passionately, unbuckling his belt. “Or are you only like this for me?”
“For you. Only for you,” you moan, swallowing his spit, frothy on your tongue.
He shrugs his slacks down his legs, enough to free his cock, thick and girthy in his fist. “Does my pretty little slut want to get fucked now?”
You nod erratically, begging for it. “Please, Kishibe. Give it to me.” You lift up on your knees, positioning the head of his cock at your entrance. Slowly, you sink down on him, stretching around him like a perfect fit. You’re familiar with him now, your body molded only to him, no one else. He lets you be in control; lets you take what you need from him. You ride him slowly, panties bunched to the side, his shaft brushing against the lace with every thrust.
His forehead is pressed to yours, skin damp with sweat, windows beginning to fog up from your body heat. The car creaks on its tires as you bounce on his lap faster, your climax approaching quickly. In a daze, you murmur softly, “I’m coming,” coating him in your orgasm.
“That’s my pretty girl,” he coos, kissing you sweetly. His grip is at your waist, ready to lift you off.
You stay seated wrapping your arms around his neck, determined. “More, Kishibe. Give me more.”
He chuckles, chest vibrating with that deep, sexy gruff you love so much. “Whatever you want, sweetheart.” He increases his pace, tightening his hold on your hips, barreling his cock deep into your cunt, hitting that sweet spot over and over until he fills you up with his load, warm and creamy inside you.
You snuggle into him, relaxing in his arms. After a few moments of comfortable silence, you ask, “Are you worried about me too?”
He kisses the top of your head, understanding what you’re referencing. “No.”
“You don’t think I should starting looking for a partner?” You twirl his tie around your fingers aimlessly, hoping for a particular response, pretending to be nonchalant about it. While the two of you haven’t formally admitted it yet, there’s no denying it: You love each other.
He doesn’t speak right away, choosing his words carefully. “Why would you need one if you have me to protect you?”
You smile, satisfied with his answer. “Is this a proposal, Kishibe?” you tease him.
He squeezes you tighter in his embrace. “It is if you want it to be. Though, your father might disapprove of it. At first.”
You snuggle into his chest, giggling. “We’ll break the news to him slowly, then.”
Fifteen minutes later, you’re finally at the club, some of his creampie still inside you as you grind on him in the middle of the dancefloor, his expression stoic and serious while you beam at him.
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Step Aside
Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Kook!fem!Reader
Warning: arguing, just a very short blurb that could potentially be a short series, not edited
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There was a party happening this afternoon, I didn’t know who’s it was but everyone knows I’m up for anything.
I got invited by Kelce, my first friend on the island. He taught me the in’s and out’s of the island, in his words I am basically a native now.
But all I know is Pogues and Kooks is a thing here. I’m still not used to it, not used to how Kooks looks down on Pogues.
Anyways, I had a busy day with helping my parents with some paperwork and meetings but I definitely needed a break from reading fine print.
I got ready for the party at Cannyhill? Someplace that ended in ‘hill’. I just knew it wasn’t that far, and that it was definitely a Kook party.
The sun was still beaming even though it was late afternoon, so I decided that shorts and a regular top was the way to go. People here dress differently for these types of parties, designer all around even though they know it’s going to be covered in vomit later on in the night.
I quickly grabbed my things, spraying myself with my signature scent, and left in my car that I always dreamt of when I was younger.
I sped down the streets with the salty wind in my face as I followed the GPS to the address Kelce sent me.
As I arrived, I immediately could tell the vibe of this party. It was Kook Central, filled with expensive jungle juice and collared shirts. The loud music was definitely found through social media, because they definitely did not grow up around trap music.
I parked my car on the side of the road for easy access if this party turns out a bust. I walked through the pathway and into the grassy lawn where everyone was at. The music was loud and so was people’s cheers once they saw me.
“Heyyy! Look who’s here!” Kelce and his friends crowded me.
“Finally got out of that damn office.” I joked to them as one of the girls handed me a red solo cup, which I accepted and chugged.
Everyone else waved at me and said their ‘hellos’.
I began to walk around and talk to the others there, creating conversation about parents and the beach club. Normal “Kook” things I guess that’s what they call it here in the OBX.
“So yeah, my dad got me Hermes sandals from his trip to New York but I hated the color so I just gave them to some lady on the main land.” a random girl whined about to me and her boyfriend ignoring the repetitive story.
“Oh wow. That is so sweet of you.” sarcasm flowed out with my words as my smile didn’t drop once.
“Hey, sorry to interrupt.” Kelce apologized to the couple I was talking to as I pulled me away. “Forgot to introduce you to the host.”
“Lead me to it” I followed behind him as he led me throughout the house, up until I reached the balcony that looked over the party.
There was only a few people up here, exclusive, seemed like you needed to be on the guest list to be up above everyone else.
“Rafe.” Kelce hollered.
A tan and tall body turned towards me, his arm around a shorter girl. Once both of them turned around I was able to see who the girl was.
“Sofia.” I nodded towards her with a friendly smile, and she nodded back with a awkward one.
“Who are you?” Rafe snapped.
First red flag, having an attitude in the first interaction.
“Y/N Y/L/N” I held out my hand with a smile, hoping to change his tone.
He scoffed and ignored my handshake.
“So what’s got everyone hooting and hollering for you?” he twisted his neck, arm falling off of Sofia’s shoulder.
“That’s a good question. It’s weird, people call me the Kook Queen? I’m new so I do-”
“Kook Queen?” he laughed out loud, clutching his chest as if he was going into a heart attack.
“I mean she basically is the Kook Queen.” Sofia said softly with a chuckle from beside Rafe, which earned a hard stare.
His face was in shock, his eyebrows furrowed, and neck tilted.
“Dude. Her like great great great grandfather-
“I am a descendant of founder of the Outerbanks. It’s nice to see that you guys know your history here.” I laughed to his face while lightly smacking Kelce’s shoulder.
“Hey! Kook Queen has arrived!” I heard from behind me.
“Barry!” I walked up to him to give a light hug.
“How the fuck do you know her?” Rafe asked harshly.
“Calm down Country Club, she lives at Corolla.” Barry laughs as his hand rested on my shoulder. “A lot has changed when you went on your little vacay.”
“Holy shit.” Rafe mumbled under his breath.
“Big ass house ain’t it. Rich ass mofos.” Barry clapped as he left to go back inside Tannyhill.
My head turned quickly at the shadow in the corner of my eye, Rafe’s shadow that was very quick and heavy.
He cleared his throat and bent down to my level. “I think we got off on the wrong foot. I’m Rafe Cameron.” he put on a fake friendly smile as his hand was reached out for me to shake.
I happily took his hand and shook it firmly. “Nice to finally meet you Mister Cameron, it seems we have a scheduled meeting coming up soon.” I gave him a smile and a pat on his back. His eyes seemed to almost bulge out of his skull.
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LAURA WEN YU’S RAT COLONY !
— tatter x fem!creator!oc lore (basically)
next: prologue
masterlist
LAURA (23) — content creator && model under ESteem group. born in china, moved to the usa at 4, and moved to south korea after college to be with her sister && explore new things. makes varied content, but has recently grown in views for her web-series “laura tries things” and her interviews with different idols/celebs. frequently models for designer brands (e.g.: calvin klein, louis vui, ysl, etc.)
MAIN SIDE CHARACTERS !
JIA MEI (25) — dancer/choreographer under the jam republic agency. laura’s older sister, roommate, and best friend. strawberry lover, film buff, && hopeless romantic. supports laura’s shopping addiction.
SUYIN (23) — content creator based in china. met laura at a party they were both invited to in late 2019. has been in a long distance relationship with laura for almost a year. a little manipulative but laura lets it slide.
YUQI (24) — member of girl group (G)I-DLE. met laura at an event in mid 2019 and instantly clicked. one of laura’s closest friends and ties with hyunjin as her biggest hater. shuts down laura’s delusions most of the time.
HYUNJIN (23) — member of boy group STRAY KIDS. met laura at an interview she conducted for his group in early 2021 and almost immediately bonded. one of laura’s closest friends and ties with yuqi as her biggest hater.
YEJI (23) — member of girl group ITZY. met laura through her sister in 2020 and grew very close since then. one of laura’s closest friends and often referred to as her twin. one of the people laura confides in the most.
YOUNGJAE (ERIC) (22) — member of boy group THE BOYZ. met laura through hyunjin in late 2021 and became friends. the co-founder of laura’s drama club (made-up club that’s like a book club but for watching dramas).
OTHERS AS MENTIONED !!
a/n: soooo cast list has been made!! this ff is going to mesh with my bada one (called love lies go check it out!) bc they’re in the same au so I’m not going to fully start this one until it gets to the part where i want it to start in this one, in the other one 🧍🏽♀️I probably make no sense but pls bear with me 🙏🏽 (replaced somi w my girl yeji btw)
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Hi! I’m James, and this is my blog :^) I’ve been writing Death Note fanfiction since 5ever and this is a whole list of my OVER 50 Death Note fics.
This is a combination of my two AO3 accounts. I have all fics with trans characters marked with a T. For avoidfilledwithcelluloid, I have fics marked E if they’re explicit. Didn’t do that for my other account, coprinus_atramentarius, because all of those fics are explicit. Most of this is Lawlight, but there’s also Mikalight, Remisa, LMisa, just to name a few others. Enjoy and make sure to leave nice comments when you’re through!
avoidfilledwithcelluloid fics
Chapter Fic
sit and stay awhile complete, T
“Light has a fantasy of sitting in L’s lap, and he’s got a plan to make that a reality.”
the art of ink and flowers incomplete, E, T
“Light needs an apprentice and thinks he’s found the perfect one in young firecracker Mello. Now to deal with Mello’s uncle, the strange, mysterious, and - oops! - super hot florist Ryuzaki, who doesn’t want his nephew near a tattoo parlor. What could possibly go wrong?”
i could write it (better than you ever felt it) incomplete
“Light works in the To-Oh university library, where he meets his favorite romantic mystery author, Eraldo Coil, who later reveals himself to be the great detective L. Through the course of their working together to solve a crime, Light finds he might have feelings for L and those feelings might be shared by the detective novelist.”
your heart is an empty cup incomplete
“Light is the assistant manager of a Starbucks in NYC, and L is one of his most annoying customers. When L accuses Light (correctly) of being Kira, as well as mysteriously asking for his help on a different case, the barista has to decide if he’s ready to get in bed with the enemy – maybe even literally.”
the forest holds strange creatures complete, E, T
“Light, a paranormal research grad student, comes to a small town trying to find a mysterious cryptid. He finds L, a 10-foot-tall tree creature, who helps Light discover the greatest cryptid of all: love. The only reason this one is in the chapter fic section is because it includes a Halloween special chapter with the intro of Beyond Birthday into the cryptid AU.”
At Your Service complete, E, T
“The Yagami family owns the sprawling, exclusive Hotel Kitsune where all sorts of international espionage agents make their temporary home. That includes the great detective L, whose romantic tension with Light comes to a boiling point when he comes to stay after a long absence.”
best practices complete, E, T
“Light has been working his way to the top of the corporate ladder thanks to his own hard work, and his more-than-close relationship with L, the company CEO and founder’s son. Their relationship comes to a head when L challenges Light to open himself up, making him vulnerable to showing the true depth of what he feels for L and his own desire to explore sexual power dynamics.”
One-Shots
Lawlight
constricting, T
“Light breaks L’s favorite tea cup in their kitchen, and L eats him out because he loves his husband so much.”
tell me I’m good, E
“In the middle of the night, L receives a drunk call from Light, hiding in the bathroom at a party. The call, turning from desperate to horny, reveals more about Light than L wanted to know.”
if at first you don’t succeed E, T
“Light gave his first blow job and accidentally bit L on the dick. He tries to make up for his mistake by trying again.”
let me work on you E, T
“As the result of losing bet to him, Light has to be L’s computer desk – naked and laying over his boyfriend’s lap. Of course, when L gives him another sexy challenge, Light can’t help but rise to the occasion.”
Buried Alive
“L and Light live together in L’s underground bunker after the apocalypse scorches the Earth. They watch some VHS tapes and do some gardening.”
Our Little Secret E
“After getting his memories, his freedom, back, Light wants to give L a gift: Kira tied up at his mercy. But L isn’t so sure if that gift is the one he really wants.”
The Light of the Moon E, T
“L is a vampire and accidentally bites Light, who is haunted by dreams that make him question why he wants L to bite him again (and maybe … something more …)”
little animals E
“Light and his werewolf boyfriend L fuck in their backyard garden.”
Change OR the one where L and Light get married E, T, A gift fic for @ohgodplsdontlook.
“Six years after the Kira case closes, L and Light go have a wedding in the mansion where L spent his childhood summers. They bring the Yagami family, their baggage, and vows to share each other’s secrets.”
a divine power E
“L has a particular power that has helped him get confessions from even the most hardened, tight-lipped criminals, and he offers to use this power on Light to get an honest answer to the question “Are You Kira?” Not really believing L’s power is real (and also smelling an easy way to lie his way out of being caught) Light agrees to submit to this bizarre investigative power - not realizing that L is about to make him a *very* honest man. (TL;DR, L has a Magic Cock That Makes Anyone He Fucks Fall in Love With Him AU.)”
Possession E
“After being killed by his family for being Kira, Light makes a deal with the demon L to get back to the mortal realm - a very, very sexy deal.”
Fantasy of a Fantasy E, T
“While monitoring the Yagami family home for suspicious activity, L catches Light getting off to a dirty magazine and projects what he thinks his main suspect’s fantasies might be.”
the chains that bind us E, T
“Obligatory post-Yotsuba arc fic where Light is released from the handcuffs, and wants desperately to be back in bondage with L. Features a very creative use of the handcuff chain.”
Kept E, T
“Omegaverse AU where Light cooks up a horny evil scheme so that L won’t throw him in jail, and also lets him get that alpha lovin’ he so desires.”
so glad you’re home E, T
“L returns from a solo case and he and Light have a purr-fect homecoming together - including some spanking, cat ears, and a shower of sappy affection.”
Yours and Mine, E
“During a Kira case work day while handcuffed together, L and Light sneak off for some fun.”
Non-Lawlight
tell me the truth, T
“Light and Matsuda hit up a bar after work, and then Light hits up Matsuda for sex, praise, and a distraction from the deep emptiness inside him.”
alterations E, T
“Light comes to visit his boyfriend Mikami at his fancy law office and suggests they have sex there. When Mikami reacts unfavorably, Light has to do damage control, and it smarts a lot more than he expected.”
lizard E, T
“Light meets a beefcake guy at a bar on the anniversary of L’s death, and lets him take him home” (Lizard is my death note OC, and the fic was a wonderful commission from @queerical)
24-Hour Gym
“After the yellow warehouse goes (mortally) in their favor, Light and Mikami frequent the same 24-hour gym. Eventually, after seeing all his work out skills, Light asks Mikami if he can bench press *Kira*.”
a big bag of factory reject seeds
“Misa keeps seeing L's ghost around the apartment and eventually, she dreams about him. But everything is not how it seems.”
Short Fic Compliation
hand in unlovable hand
Okay so I’ve been answering Tumblr askbox prompts for over 2 years now, and this? This is ALL of the Lawlight fics. There are over 70 Lawlight fics in this compilation, with all the nsfw fics marked as such. Here are somethings you’ll find in this horde: an AU where L is fat; dirty talk; ghost sex; phone calls about buying a house; early morning tea; kissing; spanking; bondage; L’s hair being brushed; and much, much more. If you have wished for a particular type of Lawlight fic, it is probably in this bunch.
Containing Multitudes
Like i said, I’ve been answering all types of Tumblr prompts. These are all the multi-pairing fics that are not Lawlight. In over 20 fics, you’ll find Mikalight, Light/Misa, Misa/Takada, Misa/Rem, Light/Namikawa, Beyond/Light, Light/Matsuda, and even a few ones with Light and my DN OC Lizard. All nsfw fics are marked as such.
hereditary
All the Tumblr prompt fics I wrote specifically about the Yagami Family. About 4 fics long, includes a really nice couple of Sayu and Light sibling sadness fics.
bottom shelf erotica
These are the 5 fics that I wrote to fill Death Note kinkmeme prompts. They are few frills, dirty, sloppy, all bottom Light smut fics. Also, since I didn’t want to give myself away on kinkmeme they’re all cis stuff. (because really who else would have been throwing trans smut up there?)
something between us (anyway)
a slowly updating collection of 10 tumblr fic requests I received for the pairings of lawlight and (my DN OC) lizard/light, covering prompts including omegaverse, coffee shop AU, sexy lingerie, and much, much more.
kinktober 2021
updated each saturday of Oct. 2021, these five fics all revolve around lawlight and specific kinky prompts.
Gift Exchange Fics
your father’s son, T
A Secret Shinigami 2018 gift for AbbodonAbandon. Light and Soichiro have a talk about why Light quit the tennis team. Lots of trans shit in here.
in your shoes, E
A Sexy Enquirer 2019 gift for @pashmina-dhaage. L is a professor who is having a quiet relationship with one of his grad students, Light. When he sees Light through his office window stepping in mud, L rushes to give him the shoes off his feet.
wash it out
A Sexy Enquirer 2019 gift for @complicatedmerary. Mikami and Light, a pianist and violinist respectively with the same opera company, are carrying on a passionate affair while Light remains married to the opera’s soprano, Misa.
coprinus_atramentarius fics aka my smut-only ao3 account
Bottom Light
In Your Place, T, omegaverse junk series
“Ide, Matsuda, and Aizawa ask L how he deals with Omegas; Light finds out the answer firsthand.”
let go, T, omegaverse junk series
“L offers Light a chance to get out of being his Omega; Light is unsure if that's what his problem really is.”
pillow talk
“L and Light discuss his reluctance to accept Light's father's invitation to a Yagami house dinner. A little saucy conversation between two dudes who only want the worst for each other but are also a little in lust with each other. Pre-Yotsuba arc, with a still Kira!Light marinating in the joys of being evil and sleeping with the enemy.”
special, special, T
“On a packed train, Light gets felt up by someone while in his tennis uniform and likes how good they make him feel - even if it means he's being naughty. Wait until he finds out who this mystery person is ...”
To Have and To Hold, T, omegaverse junk series
“Light is an Omega learning to be comfortable in his own happiness. L is understanding what it means to take care of someone else. Together they navigate their dynamics, both Alpha/Omega and Dom/sub, in order to cultivate a deep and lasting romantic relationship. this is a multi-part work, following the first two pieces of the omegaverse junk series.”
Bottom L
Heat of the Moment, T
“L hogs the blankets in their cold-ass hotel room, and when Light complains, L drags Light's hand down to the hot, hot heat between his legs.”
made to love you, T
“Light buys an android customized to look like L, but when he finds out Mikami's peeping on he and the bot having sex, Light decides to invite the other man to partake of the perfect lover he's made.”
need you, T
“L and Light engage in a heated kitchen quickie.”
nothing wrong, T
“After L gets a bruise from their fight, Light can't stop thinking about the marks they leave on each other.”
Overcome With Emotion, T
“After Light comes home from a trip away from L, he's built up a lot of sexual tension and L's more than happy to provide himself as an outlet for release, in more ways than one.”
For.you.mp4, T
“Pretend L survived to the second arc, is horny for Kira, and while Light’s on a work trip for the NPA cybercrime division, L sends him a special, pillow-related video”
Just a Drop, T
“Light finds L's secret aphrodisiac solution and decides to test it out on the detective to *very* successful results. But Light's not immune to the strongest drug of all - love.”
give it to me
“L wants Light's big cock inside him, and Light's more than willing to oblige. But they're unprepared for how complicated things become after they sleep together.”
Making a Scene, T
“L starts being a brat when he and Light visit the Wammy House, so its up to his alpha to get to the real reason why L's so upset - using some *interesting* methods.”
Birthday Boy
“Light gives L a two-part birthday gift that leaves a mark, and L gives himself a gift that involves going down on one knee.”
In Kira’s Kingdom
“Light has L imprisoned in his Kira’s Kingdom compound. L has been trying to escape and has failed for the third time. What was it they say about third time being the charm? Well, for L it’s more like the curse: the curse of having a megalomaniac freak be obsessed with keeping him and fucking him stupid, and L being super turned on by the whole thing.”
Going Up
“L and Matsuda get stuck in an elevator, and Matsuda confesses he’s always been in love with L. In an attempt to do a good deed before he dies of overheating, L says Matsuda can do whatever he wants with him. Will he regret his selflessness when he sees how big Matsuda’s dick is, or will that be L’s heavenly reward?”
good boy
“Light calls L his good boy, but L can't help misbehaving. Ruh-roh.”
Light’s Perfect Plan, T,DN Kinktober 2023
“Light and L have sex, and the only way Light can handle the fact that he might be into L is to create an elaborate plan as justification for them to have more sex.”
A Done Deal, T
“L makes a deal with Light that if he tops for a night, Light gets him as his maid during his next solo case – pretty black dress and all. But Light, ever the manipulator, can't let L just have this one.”
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Set in Stone
Prologue
Viktor x artist!reader (reader is low-key a self insert but aren't they all?)
Summary: To commemorate the success and completion of the Hex Gates, Councilor Merdarda has decided to commission an up-and-coming artist to sculpt a statue of Jayce and Viktor.
Warnings: none
A sea of shuttering lights blinded Viktor almost completely as he struggled to maintain his best attempt at a “winning smile”. The urge to turn away and shield himself from the cameras was strong, but he fought against it. He didn’t want to be confronted with his scrunched up visage in the newspaper tomorrow: “Co-founder of Hextech shown sneering at unveiling of the new Hexgates.” Jayce would never let him live that down if he became the new shining headline for Piltover’s press. This was supposed to be a joyous occasion for the two of them. The news of the new gates would surely bring in a lot more investors, which meant more funding, which meant better equipment and more amenities to further their research. Gods forbid history look back at him as being disgruntled– no, ungrateful, at the event of their success. So Viktor smiled and waved against the onslaught of camera flash.
It seemed years before Councilor Merdarda appeared once more in all her gilded glory to say a few words before leading them offstage. Viktor’s face immediately dropped as soon as they were out of sight. His cheeks hurt immensely, even more so as he tried to wrangle them back into some state of normality.
“I was starting to think my face would become paralyzed,” He said, holding his jaw. Jayce clapped his shoulder with a hearty laugh.
“It’s a sign you should smile more then!” Viktor rolled his eyes, a more natural smiling snaking its way onto his face. He didn’t expect Merdarda to comment as well.
“Perhaps you should,” She chimed, “I imagine the press will be swarming you both for a while after this.”
She stopped in her tracks as some assistant of hers gave her a clipboard of papers to look at. She flipped through them half-heartedly before giving her signature and handing them back.
“Not to mention, there’ll be a lot more ‘smiling and waving’ at tonight’s gala. I do hope you’ll both be joining us. It’s in your honor, after all.”
If her tone was anything to go by, the two didn’t have much of a choice. He hoped his discontent wasn’t obvious on his face. Parties were never his forte, let alone the formal, lavish ones that the councilor seemed to enjoy. Jayce looked at him knowingly.
“This’ll be good for us, Vik, relax.” He wished he could share in Jayce’s optimism.
“Good indeed, there’ll be investors from all over and enough food and drink to fill your… tiny scholar stomachs for the next month,” she added, “I’m sure you’ll find a way to enjoy yourselves.”
“Well, if we can get more funding, I’m sure this night will prove worthwhile,” Viktor sighed. He supposed he might as well make the most of the night. It wasn’t often that one got invited to one of these after all, let alone had one hosted in their honor, as much as he despised them.
“It’s all business with you, isn’t it?” Merdarda remarked. Viktor shrugged. Jayce chuckled almost awkwardly next to him.
“We’ll be there. Thank you again, councilor.”
“Please, just Mel is fine, we’ll be working together more I presume after all. No need for formalities.” She smiled.
Viktor had an inkling that was directed more so at Jayce than himself. He didn’t like the idea of getting ‘chummy’ with Piltover elites.
Her gaze pricked up at the sound of her name being called.
“Duty calls,” she said, dusting her dress. “See you boys later.”
And with a lingering hand on Jayce’s shoulder, she was gone.
It was going to be a long night.
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Viktor tugged on the collar of his shirt absentmindedly. Combined with the overwhelming crowd of people, laughing and boozing, it felt suffocating. He’d long since tuned out of the conversation Jayce was having with some potential investor, mind wandering instead to how many tiles were on the floor or how feathers seemed to have reached the height of fashion amongst the higher echelons of society.
He didn’t mind at all letting Jayce take control of the conversation. Even though he was chided for being all “business”, Jayce seemed to be a natural at it. He supposed his familial background had something to do with that. Besides, all the investors seemed to gravitate naturally to Jayce anyway. Once he said his little introductory spiel about what Hextech had to offer, they seemed to forget he was even there… he tried not to think too much about how his own background played into that.
He didn’t care much for the opinions of uppity politicians, anyway. If they didn’t want to talk to him, fine. He was happy enough to use Jayce as a social buffer whilst he sipped glasses of whatever sparkling wine the waiters walked by with. Merdarda hadn’t lied, the refreshments indeed flowed freely and the hors d’oeuvres were impeccably plentiful. Oh, speak of the devil—
“Apologies, Mr. Windsor. Do you mind if I steal these two for a moment?”
And there she was, dressed in shimmering black. It seemed the feather trend had reached even to her. Her gown reminded him of the crows he used to see on the outer parts of Zaun, where the smog was not as thick, with their almost oil slickened iridescence. He was sure Jayce was enjoying the view it provided of her bosom. From the corner of his eye, it almost seemed like this Windsor fellow was as well.
Not one to argue with a councilor, Mr. Windsor didn’t have any problem making himself scarce.
“You needed something?” Jayce asked. Viktor noted how his chest puffed slightly now that she had her attention on them.
“I have someone I want you both to meet.” She said, already walking into the crowd.
Soon, Viktor found himself standing at the entrance of one of the many balconies that lined the upper floors of the building. Leaning on its railing was a young woman, who’s clothes, though elegant, seemed simple when compared to the extravagance of those in the main ballroom. It was almost refreshing to see a lack of feathers.
Merdarda tapped you on the arm to get your attention, before corralling you towards them with an arm behind your back.
“I’d like you to meet the talented Madam Brisbois,” She beamed at the young lady. “She works in the Art and Design branch of the academy. I’ve decided to put her skills to use.”
Viktor exchanged a look with Jayce.
“I wasn’t aware the academy even had an Art branch,” Jayce said.
“I-it’s a very small branch,” you said with a quiet laugh. Merdarda hummed in amusement.
“To commemorate the success of the gates, I’ve commissioned her to craft a statue of you two to be placed in the academy.”
A statue? That was a first.
“Oh wow, thank you, Mel, I don’t know what to say.” Jayce said.
“Yes, it is… far too kind of you, Councilor,”
“Oh please, you act as if you boys haven’t made history!” She laughed. “I’ll be leaving you to discuss details, I have other matters to attend to now.”
Of course, she did.
…
“So,” Jayce began. “How do these things usually go?”
You chuckled awkwardly, “Well to begin, I’d like to… shadow you while you work if that’s alright— to help understand how you two interact.”
Jayce looked at him. He shrugged. He couldn’t really find any reason against it.
“I don’t see why not, though I can’t guarantee there’ll be anything interesting happening.”
“Yes, you’ve caught us at a bit of a lull in work. We’ll mostly be working out the next steps for Hextech.” Viktor added. You waved a hand in the air as if to dissuade worry.
“Just getting the chance to work with you is more than interesting enough. I still can’t believe the Councilor has even asked me to do this!” You laughed nervously, before clearing your voice.
“Sorry, um, where are my manners?” You held out a hand for them to shake. “I look forward to working with you— or well your likenesses that is.”
For the first time of the night, Viktor found himself laughing as well. Even if it was more of a short puff of air than anything else. Jayce clasped your hand loudly with a firm shake.
“We look forward to working with you, too. I’ve never worked with an artist before.”
“Yes,” Viktor said, shifting his weight on his cane. “ It’ll be interesting to see how this turns out.”
Interesting indeed.
#arcane viktor x you#viktor x reader#Viktor x you#Viktor x artist!reader#Set in Stone#I was so nervous to post this like omg#This is going to be my first multichapter fic#the idea has been swimming around in my head ever since i had the idea on my art blog#art by me#I'm planning this to be a slowburn but we'll see how it goes#can't guarantee a consistent update schedule cuz im just like that#I also can’t guarantee art with every chapter
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i couldn’t do it, y’all. i spent the time to age up and adjust ivory’s save, because playing her in a world where dallas didn’t exist just felt wrong 🥺 that’s one dinner party of five down! (which i missed, bc i left my computer running dhdhs)
catch up with the kruegers below! ⛓️
for those of you who don’t know, dallas (sixth pic, they/them!) was a nameless sim i’d created with the idea of playing through the joy of life legacy with! they became much larger in-game than the confines of the challenge, though, and while they were working on starting their own 🌿 bakery, dallas was also working as a stripper and a sex worker at “the flamingo” in del sol valley.
dallas wasn’t on any protection when they successfully seduced mayor ted roswell at the club and freak-a-leeked the next month’s rent payment out of him. when they found out they were pregnant, they resolved to raise their daughter as best as they could.
little ivory was born maybe three in-game weeks into the game, i’m not kidding.
though she was a major upset in the course of the challenge, ivory has been a delightful sim to watch grow up! dallas did a wonderful job raising her - but their fate was never to be a simple legacy founder!! so while dallas is freed of mantle of “tjol gen one”, ivory gets to don the “tjol+ gen two” crown 💛 i did a timeskip in-save and now we catch up with her fresh off of her graduation from ubrite 😌
i hope this can help explain a little bit of what’s happened and why the legacy has been all over the place! we’re sticking with ivory from here on out, who has a much more streamlined gen dhdh
morgan fyres, wolfgang munch, savannah price, cassandra goth, and gemma charm are ivory’s best friends since highschool. she used to date cass when they were still teens, but they cooled things off before going to college. now, ivory’s crush on savannah has been popping up in her mind from time to time… 👀
shingo sasaki (fifth pic) was ivory’s nanny from the moment she was born to the moment she grew into a teen! he was there since day one, and over the course of the years has woven his way into the kruegers’ lil unit of two. he’s wearing a ring because dallas proposed to him, not the other way around 🥹 he’s also the reason our girl is level 5 in komorebigo, and they exclusively gossip together in this language. (shingo has never learned simlish dhdhd he’s like level 4 and we love that for him) ivory calls him “toji” or “otoji” — basically “grandpa-dad”.
cliff kiser (by @gothoffspring) and anaya jang (third pic) are dallas’ best friends and the first two sims outside of her parent and nanny that ivory ever made friends with! they’re solid figures in her life, and ivory views cliff as the fun-uncle-slash-father that she never had in ted!
(ivory has been thinking a lot about ted in-game, though: she’s been calling him to chat every day bc her “think about family member” dialogue is always him. i’m imagining that the motherfucker didn’t exactly go to any of her graduations 🙄 ted still doesn’t recognize ivory as legitimate, even if he was paying her child support and even if she’s met her half-sisters and they adore her!)
also like??? my baby dallas did so good, look at ivory’s traits 🥹 none of these were cheated in: dallas was just an absolute super parent!
#ts4#ts4 gameplay#ts4 screenshots#ts4 legacy#the joy of life legacy challenge#;tjol+#sim: ivory#sim: dallas#sim: shingo#cliff kiser by gothoffspring#||#wolfie is always so absolutely miserable fjshdj he hates and loves his friends sm#i also changed my eyes back to the non-defaults bc i’m inconsistent 😎#welcome to the joy of life+!! fhdjd same as kmik#i am nothing if not a fan of the reboot#ivory is our protag now~ phew#it was impossible to do anything with dallas bc y’all thought they were so hot if im honest fhshhdd i was like#i cannot lock them into some… relationship… or career… they must be Effervescent Always#so even though they’re going to be living out their life in this save#dallas is definitely becoming an Icon Sim like bee or blue 😌 my ageless babies#so ivory’s goals are: (1) completing the master chef aspiration (2) reaching level 10 of the chef career#(3) buying her own restaurant at 2 celebrity stars#(4) acheive 3 star celebrity status#and (5) acheive a 3 star rating on her eventual restaurant#and have a kid and a controversial relationship throughout it all mwahaHA#this will be posting in-between kmik and - once i’m on hiatus - sporadically as i play when i have the time!!#its been fun playing with a sim i’ve watched grow up though like 🥹 its been so long since i had a sim world that developed beyond a gen dhdh#more kmik today!! just one post ~
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I actually have a shit ton of Ace’s big brother headcanons so I’m gonna go ahead and throw this in your inbox😫
Ok so first of all. I like to think he has a name that’s also related to Alice in wonderland so something like Hare or king or a Filipino name (Cause I’m a believer in the Filipino Ace headcanon) like Angelo or Lester. For now we’ll call him K.
First thing’s first, this guy was a straight A student even though he was a slacker and didn’t like doing shit. But when he studied he *studied*. the first time he spoke to Sam he actually needed something from him so he was lying out of his ass the whole time(Sam found this out when he was Senior and was lowkey impressed and annoyed). He has three pictures of Ace in his wallet, one when he was a toddler one a child and one now. When he found out Ace was going to NRC he threw a small party, only inviting close friends and family. He’s in and out of relationships every other month, longest one he’s been in lasted a year(everyone was surprised). Continuing the last point, that relationship was with Sebeks brother, they’re still friends and talk regularly though. Trein was and still is his favorite teacher, and even though he doesn’t show it Trein likes him a lot. He was the one to create the board game club because “the other clubs are so boring”. When he was around 18 he got a tattoo of an Ace Of Hearts because Ace. His home screen is an old family photo with his parents and Ace and the inside is his with Sam and Sebeks brother. Speaking of Sebeks brother, they always talk about their brothers together. The housewarden of Pomfiore when he was in his 2-4th year has a huge crush on him and hated the fact that he didn’t like him back(K was and still is an oblivious dumbass). He flirts without realizing he’s flirting. Can hold his liquor, doesn’t like drinking. Smokes every now and then (nothing heavy don’t worry). Was a mechanical engineer major and now works in an amusement park(this one is true, he does in fact work there in canon). His best subject was potions, but he always had “beef” with Crewel(friendly fighting). Was supposed to be the vice-housewarden but he didn’t want to deal with all that responsibility. Was a model for a few years. While Ace looks more like his mom K looks more like his dad, but they still resemble her more. ✨dimples✨. He sounds a bit like Howl from howls moving Castle. While he loves annoying Ace more than everything ever, if he ever called K he would drop everything to make sure he’s alright.
And uh yeah, that’s all I can think about at this time!!
THE FACT HE CARRIES ACE’S PHOTOS AROUND IS KINDA CUTE LMAO. You see this cool guy until his brother somehow gets mentioned in conversation and he’s immediately brightening and showing you all the photos… I think that’s so cute-
I need that brain tbh… K being insane at tests😔 we love him being on good terms with his exs tho!!!! Hehe. Trien the big ol’ softie
Board game club founder- he has my respect. As a TCG lover amen🙏
Noooo him being a flirt and not realising it- pain heiwjwjwj- omg amusement park worker…. Imagine going on a date with him and he brings you to the amusement park at night when it’s closed so it’s just for both of you….
He’s just such a guy oh my gods…. Also Cecile you put in so much thought into this holy- shensjejeh AHAHAHAH thank you for sharing your thoughts on this silly!!!! It was a super fun read
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Once Upon A Scream (Witch! Tom Holland x Witch! Reader) - Prologue
Warnings: Filth in upcoming chapters, mentions of blood and violence, mentions of satanic stuff? Don’t know if thats a warning or not...
Word Count: 4029
Summary: As adversary witches, you and Tom spent your entire lives despising the other and their family’s magic. But when forces pull you together, a curse upon Tom’s town is unleashed and
A/N: Praying to the tumblr gods that this series doesn’t flop so please share it as much as you can! But happy fall! I’m so excited for this one because I am OBSESSED with witchy books and really want to do one for Tommo so I hope you guys like it? This one has one of my favorite enemies to lovers tropes that I have written and it’s been so much fun so far. Big thanks to @osterfield-holland-andcompany @lauras-collection for helping me out with this one and the moodboard! Pleaseeeee interact with it! THANK YOU AND ILY – xxx N
Looking vacantly in the mirror while smoothing out your black velvet dress, you waved your fingers around your head to allow your magic to put the final touches on your hair. This day was always filled with dread for you, but this year more so than ever. There was a lot riding on a day like today for you and your sisters, and now it was all your responsibility. The worst of it was trying to make a good impression on people who you knew very well despised you already.
At least that feeling was very mutual, you thought to yourself while you stepped into your heels before heading out. The Founding Family was one you had no choice but to endure considering you resided in the same town. Holland Hollow was a town far too small for rivals such as yourselves. And when a new witch had ascended like you had, it got significantly smaller.
Every Founder’s Day was when your coven had to present its reigning Supreme to the Founders. A tradition that began centuries ago when Holland Hollow was founded and slaughtered the majority of your deceased sisters because they were becoming more powerful than them. Unable to fathom the idea of a group far more powerful than the family itself of whom created its town.
But one sister, Hyacinth, survived. She and the Founder made a treaty to keep their respected magic within their proximity in the town and to never combine the coven’s magic with a Founder’s. In return, the Founding Family would call upon the Sister of Hyacinth on the same day each year; where they would feast together regardless of how they felt towards one another. The Supreme Witch would be announced, and be forced to manifest for the Founder, which you suspected was for them to make sure you weren’t as strong as they were. Centuries had passed, but the animosity was still very much alive.
For the mortals who resided in Holland Hollow, Founder’s Day was a festival to cherish and enjoy. A day of parades and parties, pumpkin carving competitions and pie baking contests. But for you and your fellow Sisters of Hyacinth, it was a reminder that the town you were in had full control over you and your magic. When it very much should have been the other way around. And with your magic now at the forefront, it so easily could be.
You never wanted to ascend to Supreme Witch, no one ever wanted the title. It was a burden for most as opposed to an honor. But when you ascended, your magic was the strongest in decades. And once you managed to keep it under control, you rose to the occasion and took on the title proudly. You may not have been born to lead the coven, but you fell into it so easily. Making your sisters proud and making them feel safe meant more to you than any magic you could gain.
After gathering a few herbs to bring downstairs, you headed through the corridors and down the spiral staircase to meet with the rest of the coven. All of your sisters were waiting for you so you could head to the Founder’s Day Gala together. You didn’t want any of them knowing how nervous you were but your chest was pounding when you greeted all of them. Being presented to the Founders was the last thing you wanted to do today when you already had so much work to do at the store.
That, and you were dreading having to manifest your magic in front of the Founder’s son, the Sovereign, Tom. Who was nearly as powerful as you and never let you forget it. As if the Founding Family wasn’t despised by you and your sisters enough; Tom was the additional thorn in your side that made you want to put another helping of Angelica Root in his tea.
The first time you did that still gave you a thrill of excitement every time you remembered how it made Tom’s hair fall out. Even if he still looked good without his brown curls, it was worth the confiscation of your herb garden at the time. And if anything with him happened like what had happened the first time, you would do far worse than Angelica Root.
You were always at each other's throats but ever since you became Supreme, Tom’s disdain for you had only increased. Maybe it was because you were finally a match for his magic and he didn’t like knowing a Sister of Hyacinth could keep up with him. But even you had to admit Tom was powerful; not only as a witch, but as a Founder. A part of you was envious of what he could do but the other part of you wanted to place another hex on him.
Taking in the fresh air as you walked into the town’s center, you tried to remind yourself of the positives of this day. There weren’t many, but one of them being that it was one of the few days out of the year where the energy within town was at its strongest and your magic could charge to an entirely new level.
Magic was a dreadful responsibility but the power it held was incredible. Surrounded by the right energies and witches it could make you feel all sorts of ways; tranquil, elated, even aroused depending on the witch. And as Supreme, all of that was now heightened for you. Holland Hollow was many things. But boring never seemed to be one of them.
You felt a shiver crawl down your neck as you sensed a familiar form of magic nearby. Breathing out a laugh while you excused yourself from your coven, you walked your way over to a table selling candied apples. Pursing your lips, you leaned over the table and found the source of the eccentric energy.
“I don’t suppose these apples carry any…particular ingredients in them to help a witch out, hmm?” you smiled when you got Harrison’s attention and leaned over to give him a hug. It felt nice to find someone similar to you walking amongst the mortals today but who understood the stress you were dealing with. Especially a witch who had a gift enabling him to grow any and every herb, regardless of the rarity, “Feverwort? Coffeeweed? Ugh, Haz! I beg of you…” your plea turned into a laugh when you saw his lips curve into a smile.
“As if I’d refuse a Supreme anything on a day of Founder’s…” Harrison rolled his eyes playfully while he slipped his hand into his back pocket and pulled out a small, clear baggie with muddle herbs in it, “Chrysanthemum and Coughort will do the trick,” he winked and extended his offering to you.
You practically squealed as you took the bag from him, “Oh! Thank Satan! I barely want to cross paths with that nightmare of a Founder in there. I’ll need anything to help me get through it…” you sighed into the cup of hot water Harrison had made appear in his empty hand for you.
Harrison was one of the nonaligned witches, meaning he didn’t have a coven of his own. He spent most of his days working in the public library, studying everything he could about the town’s history so he could collect and gather rare herbs and crystals for elixirs and serums that some witches may never gain enough skill to do. So he sold them to said witches for a fortune. But since you were Supreme and one of his closest allies, he traded you his findings for your coven’s famous homemade pumpkin streusel.
“Need I remind you, you’ll be on his territory while you manifest?” Harrison watched you carefully while you inhaled the drink Harrison had made for you. You rolled your eyes into your cup even though you knew he was right. “Tom may be your adversary, but he’s still the Sovereign,” his eyes narrowed.
“And I’m Supreme and can turn that lovely victorian he lives in into ash if I so choose,” you fought back with a grin. But you saw Harrison’s face and you shook off your annoyance, “I just hate this day. And I hate it even more now that I’m in charge of retaining a century’s old tradition…”
Harrison pressed his lips together and turned his head when the bells coming from the Founder’s Hall began to ring. He could sense your heart beating out of your chest and gently took your hand and brought it to his lips formerly, “Well, I know you’ll make your sisters proud today, Y/N,” he smiled when he let go of your hand and his eyes went to the short hem of your dress, “And you may just bring the Founders to their knees in that dress…” he chuckled before his attention was taken by a young girl asking for a candied apple.
With your sisters right behind you, you stood in front of the threshold to Founder’s Hall. Turning around to face them, you nodded your head with a small smile before you stepped in first while they quickly followed. The sounds of your heels clacking against the marble as you approached the center of the room where a long table was set up. The entire room was lit only by candles and it smelt of sage and rosemary.
If you didn’t know any better, it almost felt like your coven’s home. Only yours was better.
Your sisters took a seat at the table with the rest of the founding family. Their job was merely to present you to everyone in the room while you did everything else. And in a room filled with witches, the magic felt so strong it nearly knocked you out. But then you saw where the magic was coming from and immediately stiffened at the sight.
The Head Founder and Sovereign came forward and you tried your best to refrain from rolling your eyes at how serious they had looked walking towards you. It was as if they were trying to prove they had just as much magic as you and it nearly seemed laughable. Tom was a strong witch who didn’t have to prove a damn thing to you but it was nice knowing you clearly intimidated him.
You shook the hand of Tom’s father, The Founder, and tried your best to seem interested. You had never met them as Supreme so this time all eyes were on you and you had to be careful. The energy in the room was heavy but seemed to be masked by all of the festivities going on around so nobody seemed to take notice. Except you.
And Tom certainly noticed.
It wasn’t every day that the one witch he particularly despised rose to the most powerful position and now he had to play nice with her for the day. You had been the bane of Tom’s existence for as long as he could remember and he didn’t expect it to go any other way. He was more than loyal to his family and even more loyal to keeping all of the Sisters of Hyacinth as far from him as possible. With you being the main witch he desired to steer clear of after this.
Tom looked at you before him and sucked in a breath. You were a stunning witch, he couldn’t argue that. He had to remove his eyes from where your dress had ended and your legs began because he was afraid his father would take notice. Or worse. Having you take notice. Being a beautiful witch meant nothing and Tom quickly shook those thoughts away when he caught the expression on your face.
“Something you find amusing, your eminence?” It took a lot out of Tom to call you that. But he didn’t want to be on the receiving end of his father’s wrath so he grinned and bore it for now. Taking a step forward while he raised an eyebrow at you, “And do I detect foxglove within you?”
“The only thing I find amusing is that you could probably summon Satan himself and still not know your herbs properly,” you answered snarkily with a playful smirk while you watched Tom’s scowl tighten on your gaze, “Oh, and Happy Founder’s Day, my Sovereign,” you added nonchalantly.
Tom’s father quickly chirped in to disrupt the squabble about to take place, “As tradition of our covenant, we offer the new reigning Supreme a token to remind us all of our reconciliation and neutrality…” he glared at Tom and waited for him to snap his fingers, allowing a box to appear in his hands.
Taking a few steps closer to you, Tom opened the box and extended it towards you. Your eyes rested against the sparkling pendant. As Tom removed it from the box, you noticed it was attached to a golden chain. You didn’t really want to accept anything from the Founders but you knew you had no choice in the matter so instead you bowed your head in gratitude while Tom opened the clasp and spun you around.
“This was the very same amulet worn by Hyacinth when she died in 1622. Given to her by none other than our Founding Father, Jeremiah, when the covenant was created,” the Founder spoke while you felt Tom’s breath on the back of your neck as he carefully draped the necklace around your neck. His fingers felt like ice against your skin, “We had only discovered it was in Jeremiah’s possession when we discovered his vault several years ago,” he added as Tom finished clasping the chain together.
Your eyes quickly met before you looked down at the pendant and then back at the both of them, “Ah, I see. So you’re just giving back what was rightfully ours anyway,” you answered cheekily and tried to shrug it off with a laugh, “And as always, my sisters and I are forever grateful for the treaty and our place here in Holland Hollow,” it was a line that was recited by each Supreme every Founder’s Day, and it still made you want to cut your own tongue out.
“As always, the Founding Fathers of Holland Hollow welcome any Sister of Hyacinth,” Tom responded with his ghastly line that made him cringe and want to rip that necklace fresh off your neck.
This was so old fashioned and new witches and Founders such as Tom thought ceremonies like these were incredibly impractical and only continued on because his father insisted on traditions. So Tom had to as well, “As long as the covenant remains in tact,” he added lazily, snapping the box closed in front of your face and grinning when you jolted, “Well…time to see what you’ve got, witch,” Tom muttered under his breath before he went to his seat beside his father.
Moving towards the center of the altar, you closed your eyes so you wouldn’t be intimidated being watched by so many people. You focused on your magic and collected as much energy from the room as you could. Repeating your incantation in your head over and over and putting all of your intent into it. Once you felt like you were in control of the moment, everything just got lighter.
Tom held back his gasp when he watched you levitate on the altar and blow out every single candle that was lit. He nor his father had seen a Supreme Witch do anything like that since…never. Tom had never seen anything like it before. How the hell were you so powerful and where were you conjuring that magic from?
He had known your coven had grown over the last few years and he heard certain things about some witches within it dabbling in both white and dark magic. Although, Tom couldn’t be one to judge too harshly regarding magic since he used both as well. Dark magic wasn’t necessarily bad but it came with a price and if you weren’t a powerful enough witch, it came with serious consequences. But Tom was powerful enough. And clearly, so were you.
That was going to be a problem, Tom thought to himself while he continued to keep his eyes on you still in the air. Now relighting each and every candle, one by one while the organ from across the room had begun to play as you gently came back down to the ground. Something like that seemed like a trivial type of magic but Tom and his father knew a typical witch couldn’t conjure all of that at once. But you did it without breaking a single sweat.
Your eyes slowly fluttered open when you heard the rupture of applause come from behind you. Smiling coyly while you turned around and took another bow towards the Founder as every Supreme before you had done. Walking your way back to the table as he announced that dinner should begin now that the ceremony was completed. You were famished and any type of sustenance would help refuel your energy again.
“Well, Satan below, aren’t you a clever little Supreme now,” Tom came into view with an empty plate and handed it to you while you both made your way over towards the buffet table. “It’s very cute seeing how hard you try,” he grinned snarkily as he continued to follow you around the table.
“Don’t you have somewhere to be, Tom?” you scoffed while you took a spoonful of the roast that had been brought out and placed some into your plate. Trying not to look back at Tom even though you felt his eyes glaring into your back, “Isn’t there a mortal waiting for you at The Watercress Magik to share an ecstasy potion with or something?” you rolled your eyes at the thought. You always heard rumblings of what the Sovereign would be up to with other members of the town and every story made you wish you had never heard it.
Tom let out a dry laugh, “Is that jealousy I sense? Oh, cara mia…” Tom teased as he hooked his fingers underneath the chain of your necklace and guided them to the pendant where you locked eyes, “I could conjure us up a potion right now if that’s what’s got you so worked up…” his eyes went back down towards your legs and his stomach flipped. “It’s a full moon tonight so we could-”
“Do not call me that,” you seethed at him through your teeth and swatted his hand away from you. How dare he think a Sister of Hyacinth would want anything to do with a Founder. The thought alone made you feel weak, “I’d rather ingest Wormwood than consume any type of potion with you, Tom…” you spat his name back at him as if it were venom.
“That’s no way to speak to your Founder,” he teased right back. Oh, you were certainly everything that Tom remembered to disdain and that feeling wasn’t going away any time soon. He grabbed a glass of wine from the bar and sat beside you at the table. He had to get the last jab in, “I don’t suppose I need to remind you about what had happened during the Bealtaine last equinox, hm, cara mia?” his words had you frozen and he knew he had you at a checkmate.
You silenced him with a wave of your finger, tossing it towards Tom’s lips and sealed them shut with your magic. Your blood was boiling and he was getting a rise out of you, which only infuriated you further. You took a breath as you leaned in, “Remind me all you want, Tom. We all know what the outcome of that story was…”
As you trailed off, you moved your fingers again and forced his wine glass into the palm of your hand without even trying. You brought the glass to your lips smugly while your eyes remained on Tom’s, “And we both know that neither of us would be in our current positions if the Bealtaine happened any differently,” your tone was clipped before you got up and walked away.
Tom stared at the now empty glass with a huff. His eyes flickering towards the sparkling gem resting upon your neck and he suddenly felt his energy rising. Muttering a spell to himself while he glared at you and the necklace in order to remind you precisely who Tom was.
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When Reality is Worse than the Lies they told Me
Summary: “My dear, you sound jealous, like a jilted lover.” Vought’s observation made Liberty huff, “you were the one who decided not to pursue anything more than a brief fling with Soldier Boy during that orgy back in ‘52.”
Pairing: Soldier Boy x Reader
Word Count: 2635
Square Filled: @anyfandomdarkbingo -gluttony
Part I Part II Part III
*Do not read if you find anything offensive-triggering about/on/from The Boys series
*More warnings will be added in additional parts
Warnings: cursing, verbal arguments, racial/derogatory slurs, sexual situations, loads of marijuana/drugs, PTSD, sexist Supe, physical altercations, firearms, knife-wielding, outdated slang, toxic male attitudes, Soldier Boy thinking he’s the man and learns about online porn, medical experimentations, reliving long-buried memories, possible death by a chicken, non/con drugging, dub/con sex, manipulation, BDSM themes, sex toys, gynecological procedure, possible incest
A/N: I’m using season 3 as a template for this so it will contain spoilers from the series mixed with original ideas.
A/N II: the characters are running the show so blame them for this is.
*divider by @firefly-graphics
*gif credit to creator
Vought R&D Lab
March 1st
There was a stir outside his office that made Jonah Vogelbaum look up from his reading to see Frederick Vought, founder, and CEO of Vought-American, crossing the lab accompanied by his first successful Comp V test subject, Liberty.
“Jonah, how did phase two of the experiment go?” Vought inquired of his head R&D scientist.
“Better than anticipated, I couldn’t have set up the introduction any better,” Vogelbaum said, leaning back in his chair.
“As previously discussed, we called Soldier Boy in for what he believed was routine testing and had the subject set up a predetermined spot so we could film the encounter. Let us move to the projection room so you can see for yourself how it went.”
Nodding his acquiescence, Vought got up and, holding his elbow out for Liberty to take, proceeded the researcher to the designated room.
Once the party was seated Vogelbaum signaled for the projectionist to start.
The film opens in the sterile white lab with scientists and others carrying out various tasks around a colorful area rug with cartoon animals where a thirteen-month-old girl in a sunny yellow dress sits trying to stack wood blocks her tiny hands lack the coordination needed.
A minute later a pair of men in deep discussion appears in the frame, “I was walking him out and, as prearranged, Ms. January accidentally drew his attention,” an attractive woman drops some files she’s carrying.
The man dressed in a military-style outfit gallantly helps pick them up, giving her his trademark smirk as she flirtily smiles back. Thanking him for his help he watches her walking away appreciating the sway of her hips under the pencil skirt when he gets a surprised expression and asks Vogelbaum something that made him laugh and waves for him to follow.
“As his physiological tests have indicated the unusual presence of the subject sparked his curiosity.”
The camera pans down to the girl then a pair of well-fitted brown and maroon boots appear in the frame before Soldier Boys squatting down.
“We made a good choice investing in the Arriflex 35 IIC, color quality is much better,” Vought offhandedly commented.
The camera zooms in for a closeup of Soldier Boy breathing deeply cocking his head puzzled.
“Seems the hypothesis of adding the attractants in utero came to fruition.” Vought comments sounding pleased.
The Supe makes an inquiry and Vogelbaum smiles gesturing for him to sit down before getting up and disappearing from frame.
“I find it reprehensible,” Liberty voiced with disgust.
“My dear, you sound jealous, like a jilted lover.” Vought’s observation made Liberty huff, “you were the one who decided not to pursue anything more than a brief fling with Soldier Boy during that orgy back in ‘52.”
“Soldier Boy has never shown a predilection towards pedophilia,” Vogelbaum comments, “in fact, despite his libertinism, he still possesses strong personal morality, an interesting holdover from when he was human, and becomes incensed when presented with scenarios that violate them. The reactions he is displaying are purely subconscious physical responses to pheromone attractants the subject is producing.”
The girl picked up the block and held it out to the Supe who mirthfully smiles when Vogelbaum, just in view, snaps a picture with a 35 mm camera.
“So what do your physiological tests say about his stance on incest?”
Soldier Boy lay there unsure of what happened last night.
Butcher and his school-boy bitch leaving gave him the opportunity to fall back on a highly questionable but tried and true technique of extracting information because he had enough of Y/N’s evasiveness.
What he hadn’t expected was how fast it'd hit her and after being called out was left sitting there pissed off with a hard on when everything went 180.
After finding the shadow box she started having a conversation with someone the Supe quickly figured out it was from when he visited Vought over the years. Shaking her awake she suddenly bursts into tears, and without thinking sat down wrapped his strong arms around her began softly singing the tune she’d hummed.
He felt Y/N move, burrowing closer to his warmth, a leftover from the Russians tests, felt her leg brush against his morning wood making his hips twitch and rub against her cunt felt warm wetness dampen his sleep pants.
The Supe remembers how prudish women were expected to be when it came to fucking in the decades proceeding the sexual revolution, one reason he co-started Herogasm with Liberty, fucking firecraker that one.
Man, all those years the puss flowed freely in his direction, or did it?
He never lied all the times he told Crimson Countess he loved her but she’d been plain vanilla, almost never initiated relations, and going anal was an absolute no go so what was he supposed to do but find it somewhere else?
Now he couldn’t stop hearing Grace Mallory’s fucking annoying but maybe accurate assessment that women gave in to his pressure and manipulation of them. Were they actually scared of what he’d do to them if they didn’t let him fuck them?
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You felt his hip rub against your snatch and crack an eye open to see the Supes morning wood tenting his sleep pants and for some unfathomable reason can’t resist some tit for tat for last night.
Nuzzling his neck, fuck his scents making you crazy, slip a hand under the waistband lightly brushing fingertips along the top of his hardening cock, teasing his slit before tracing the pulsing vein underneath ending by cupping his bare balls.
“I feel you took my advice,” you breathily whisper and nibble on his ear while firmly squeezing them making his hips jump, “umph yeah, my cock and balls look fabulous..” withdrawing your hand, ”..hey, the fuck?!”
“I didn’t suggest it to feed your fucking ego!”
“Who’s being a cock tease now!”
“Alright,” running your fingers through his treasure trail, “what’ll you give me in return for finishing you off?”
Soldier Boy subconsciously sucked on his bottom lip contemplating..fuck, no man should make that gesture so sexy you could come untouched just watching him.
“Whatcha want?”
“Mmm, to frenchtoast me.”
His head popped off the pillow.
“Huh??”
You shift to look him in the eye, “I'm craving to frenchtoast and then have you whip the cream.”
Sitting up tugs his shirt over his head, “only if you get me off how I want first,” the Supe waits to see if you’ll take the proposition.
You move to kneel on the bed and unbutton your sleep shirt as he shoves his pants off and leans back on a forearm sliding his other hand down his broad chest, fingers trailing like yours did gather the precum he’s now leaking, and started bucking his hips up and down, fucking himself into his fist like it’s a fleshlight.
The recesses of your mind scream some things off but your craving is overwhelming and rational thought evaporates.
If he wants to tease, you can too.
Tossing the shirt, you spread your thighs and push two fingers into your sodden channel mimicking him.
“Stop,” he harshly orders and your immediate obedience made him smirk before lying back on the pillow and growling, “bring it up here,” you knee up the mattress and when he circles his index finger, turn before straddling his face.
“Fuuck baby,“ his breaths warm over your bare skin, “so beautiful without bearded clam,” takes his time his calloused fingers explore your bare mound before parting your lower lips, “haven't even started and dripping with passion for me, have to have a taste..so fucking sweet,” his tongue delving deeply makes you keen loudly.
“Hmm, I like that,” he pushes you up enough to watch you kitten licking his drooling slit, “don’t worry, I won’t forget to whip the cream,” he teases.
You’re sitting naked on the kitchen table, legs hanging off each side playing with your clit completely titillated by his assets: resplendent features dusted in cinnamon freckles, brawny shoulders, still feeling it in your hips where he stretched you to accommodate their breadth when he..
“I can’t hear how wet you are,” Ben casually but sternly comments when he finishes eating.
You can’t stop the full body quiver when pushing two fingers deep into your sopping, overused pussy making it squelch, vaguely aware no one but him has ever made you so lecherous you’re obeying everything he orders you to do.
“Never had such a cum drunk fuck duck like you,” he seizes both your ankles lifting up places your feet flat near the tabletop's edges, “show me that pretty plug.”
Laying back you lift your hips up and the change of angle makes your inner muscles clench your fingers as his play around the plugs' large, bejeweled end starts slowly withdrawing it, stretching your rim around its widest point then reinserts it, repeating the action again and again.
“I want you to squirt all over my hand and this table now.”
His command sent your overstimulated self off the cliff.
The vibrating of your phone is incessant and annoying the fuck outta you.
Tossing back the covers notice the wetness coating your thighs and reaching down barely brush your pussy when a massive orgasm slams through you and collapse back onto the bed, unable to vocalize as your body’s pulsating for fuck knows how long.
When you're reasonably lucid again get up knocking the cell on the floor, its lock screen lit up displaying two days have passed and you had no fucking clue how but knew who to start with in figuring it out.
Finding Soldier Boy asleep in the recliner with several bottles of liquor on the end table pisses you off and gave into the impulse to slap the bejesus outta his face.
“The fuck was that for!”
“Wha’ yu’ guv m’?” Your words are slurred and he squints, not initially understanding, “I ground up the leftover benzos in some apple juice for us to get some sleep because we’ve been non-stop fucking for two days and my dick needs a break!”
Shaking your head take a breath and try to enunciate, “wha’ the fuc ya put in tha’ bunt Ben’amin?”
“Reefer mixed with MDMA..”
You stupid fucking bitch, letting your guard down with Soldier Boy and shouldn’t be surprised at his duplicity.
Of course, it’s your luck he used the one drug that overrides the compound you take to keep your system functioning normally start panicking, wobbling in the direction of the kitchen get as far as the doorway when he grabs and presses you between him and the wall feel his hardening length against your bare thigh, “where the hell do you think you’re going?”
“Bas’mnt..need meds..stop ‘is..”
“Fuck me dead!” He scoop you up bridal style strides for the basement door kicking it inwards descends down the stairs and sensor lights flickered on revealing a small lab caught sight of the medical bed depositing you on it.
“Where’s the stuff?”
“Fridge, am’r bott’l,” Ben opens the countertop fridge retrieves the colored glass vile searches around for a syringe to draw it up.
“Cab’it, ster’l bag,” finding the right one grabs a steel tray with the bag laying in it deposits it on the swing arm table opens it, “what the fuck’s this?”
He picks up a funny-looking instrument with an attached light reminding him of a duck’s bill when it dawns on him.
“Can’t inje’t, skin like yor’s, ya hav’t go in cer’ix.”
Any other time the look of horror crossing his face would’ve made you laugh but now was sooo not the moment, “are you shitting me? I can’t do that!”
“Not li’k I can re’ch.”
“I didn’t sign up for this,” you give him an imploring look, “alright, alright..good thing I already know my way around your pussy.”
He helps you place your feet in the stirrups, “you’re gonna have’ta talk me through this,” he holds up the speculum, “how the hell does the duck-thing work?”
“I’m not a bad guy.”
Soldier Boys slouched in leather wingback lifts the liquor bottle to his lips draining a third before dangling it over the chair's arm between his fingers, watching Y/N sleeping in his bed.
“That’s what I told powder puff when he asked about midtown and you know the kicker, I meant it. I never mean to hurt anyone that doesn’t deserve it but shit happens, that’s life. I was the guy who stepped up and did what was needed, like a real man does.
Vought should’ve let me choose my own team. Fucking Payback..bunch of no-talent, second-rate wannabe hacks! Couldn’t even hit a fucking mark on the first let alone the tenth take and if it wasn’t for me, they'd been farmed out to some bumfuck city..fucking ingrates,” chugging another third.
“When they turned on me, all of them put together still couldn’t take me out, needed some fucking Commie nerve gas, and know what’s ironic, I wanted out, but they couldn’t let me graciously bow out, settle down and have a family, had to have a big, theatrical shitshow with me going out in a blaze of glory, turn me a fucking martyr.”
Fucking Vought.
“Don’t get me wrong, it was great at first; all the booze, broads, and bennies I wanted. Then after the war came the fucking acclamations,” he paused remembering, “yeah, it was great. Then a couple of decades go by I began wishing I’d actually done those things my bio says,” takes a swig, “Omaha beach, killing Nazis by the dozen, being a real hero not used as a fucking prop, a pretty face to slap on their fucking propaganda and those stupid movies,” draining the bottle drops it.
“You think I wanted to make that cheesy calypso album in ‘57? Always wondered if I had strangled Legend, would it have got me outta it? Hell, I could’ve been the next Jerry Lee but noo, had to do what I was ordered because of my fucking contract.”
Getting up he staggers to a dresser where lying on top are a handful of files dating from 1965-1985.
“The evidence is right here,” he taps the files, “what’s happened between us since I walked through your front door..all your goddamn fault for hiding the truth!”
*Transcripted from damaged video/audio recording: Vought R&D (11/d/1978) archived (05/27/85)
-Research assistant is scribbling notes when Vogelbaum joins them outside testing lab#4 viewing window.
-The subject is face-up on padded table, strapped down with the strongest restraints after destroying the original ones, somehow still twisting around in them.
-The subject's naked skin is splotchy and covered in sweat mixing with what written file states is vaginal fluids they are currently profusely excreting.
-Research assistant to Vogelbaum.
“The subject's fecundity schedule has been consistent, and, in this cycle, vials have stayed stable the last four days, a vast improvement since its initial induction.”
-Research assistant flipped some paperwork, “however, other tests still suggest waiting a minimum of three years for the subject to be physically mature enough for maximum yield.”
-Vogelbaum is nodding.
“I’ve been advised by Stan Edgar the upper echelons are deliberating a change of circumstance for Soldier Boy due to the uptick in his recent antics and we should consider developing alternative plans if they come to fruition.”
-Research assistant.
“Dr. Steptoe and Edwards have contacted us concerning our interest in their research and they have a test case that's looking very promising.” Researcher informs Vogelbaum, making him smile.
-Vogelbaum.
“Excellent. Continue monitoring the subject's vitals and as long as they remain stable, hold off giving the correctives, let’s see how long this estrus lasts.”
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cuz it was toph’s birthday yesterday have a snippy from lukewarm rejection that i haven’t really finished yet :3c
context: after hastily getting toph on board as a replacement for maverick, LR has to somehow impress the judges so they can be selected to go on the cross country battle of the bands. di is not confident and is still reeling from the day before tm.
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Beki hailed Nix over while they were doing their final adjustments before the curtain raised and Di watched idly from atop one of the speakers, while Amiya fiddled with his guitar. “Should be good to go!” She gave him a thumbs up and Di hopped down from the speaker. “Thanks Miya.”
“Don’t mention it!” She peered at him, biting her lip, seeming to want to ask that question that they’d all been wondering since he… since he left. His look must’ve deterred her against it, and Di didn’t bother trying to offer any explanation. Instead, he let his eyes wander back over to where Nix and Beki were whispering.
“Is Beki still unsure about him?” Amiya asked aloud and Di shrugged, slinging his guitar over his neck.
“Knowing her, probably.”
“Are you unsure?” Amiya asked. He let his gaze wander to the front of the stage, where Toph was standing. He didn’t seem to have any nervous jitters like the rest of them did, and he didn’t parade around doing the vocal warm ups and jokes like… like he had before he left. He was quiet as a grave; and maybe it’s because he knew this was doomed to fail. Nix handed him the music for today’s song literally an hour ago, a song that under… his direction took them almost a year to perfect. It was their best song, their strongest hitter, and if this failed then they should just disband. Di didn’t want to but… what other choice did they have? Their vocalist, the backbone of the band, had just fucking left him—them—their dreams. He abandoned him when he needed him most. He knew Di wanted to use this to prove to his parents he could succeed—and he just threw in the towel. Called it quits.
Di began shaking, but whether it was from rage or sadness he couldn’t tell.
Amiya steadied him.
An event organizer came over and gave them a 2 minute warning. 2 minutes before they crashed and burned. Nix came over to him.
“Just play like your normally do.” Nix grinned. “If you slip up, I got you covered.” Di couldn’t look into his eyes so he morosely nodded into the floor. At the thirsty second warning, Amiya, Crispin, Rill and Trisha fluttered from center stage. Everyone took up their positions. Then, the curtains opened and they were staring out into the massive crowd. Nearly 10,000 people were there, waiting to see them fail. Di could hardly breathe.
Nix walked up to the mic. Toph stepped aside to let him grab it.
“What’s up party people!” He shouted. The crowd roared back at him. “Thank y’all so much for being here today. We’re LuKEWARM ReJECTION!” The crowd roared back again and Nix was a natural at this. He was a spot of sun on the stage and everyone drew close to him, leaning in to his enthusiastic recount of why they were here today, who each of the members were. When he introduced him, Di waved from where he was leaning against an amp.
“I’m your lead guitarist, and band founder, Nix—and for my OG LR fans, you might notice a new face!” He slapped Toph on the shoulder. “This is my best friend, Toph! He’s our new vocalist from here on out! He’ll knock your socks off.” The word new punched a hole through Di’s chest, and while those who didn’t know them cheered, it was almost like he was honed into the whispers of their older fans sprinkled throughout the crowd. What happened to Maverick? Or maybe, they knew. He was always on Twitter anyway. The thought made him sick to his stomach.
With a cue from the judges, Nix went back to his place and Beki counted off. Nix began to slowly pluck. Di joined in a few beats later, and it was just like they practiced, despite his mental state and nerves. However, all eyes were on Toph, even the rest of the band. Even their groupies. Everyone was curious to how this new singer would be able to hold up to the Maverick-shaped hole that was left.
Toph stepped up to the mic on cue. Grabbed it, opened his mouth to sing that first, soul crushing note.
And fuck.
Di was almost upset that Toph was better.
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New Simmer
Hi hi! i’m actually new here to simblr, you can call me prince! so to start i already have a few gameplay screenies from my current legacy that i created already, i was actually inspired by a few simmers here to start a simblr account so shout out to them!
anyways, meet sage holloway he is my precious baby and founder of the hollow legacy, he started from being homeless until a certain celebrity (who shall not be named) met him at a party his best friend rose (who is also a celebrity) hosted one day, and the celebrity invited sage to stay at his place until sage made enough money...but they started to get close and eventually started dating so now sage lives with a multimillionaire CEO celebrity, (name reveal when??)
uhm that’s what currently is happening in the game so far, if you’re interested in being friends just uhh idk reblog i guess (me being confused on how tumblr works.)
#simblr#new simmer#hollow legacy#sims 4#sims 4 gameplay#so confused#sims 4 legacy#ts4 screenshots#ts4 screenies#About My SIms
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Trolly Problem - A Genloss Theory/Thoughts focused on Hetch
// This is kinda long, also genloss spoilers
Before I rant, I’m just saying that I feel silly and am just ranting. I saw 1 post about this and went haywire smile
Ok so i’ve been thinking about genloss, specifically, Hetch. Now I know a lot of us see him as villainous, seeing as he did manipulate Ranboo and in a way, killed them. But, as I’ve been thinking, Hetch as a character seemed a bit to simple. A villain, a killer, someone we shouldn’t trust. However, what if that in a way, he as a person was masked a bit. our view has been masked before and I don’t doubt we are free from it. So, my rant begins:
First off, titles. Hetch, apparently, was a name the Scottish used as a nickname for someone crooked. Which, with Hetchs character as we know goes, fits. But, nickname is what gets me. I could ask many questions about naming for some key characters, or a lack of naming. Examples include The Mastermind and The Founder. We are given titles that explain how they are relevant in a way. So, why wouldn’t the same go for Hetch? We know he works for The Founder, so maybe he was renamed to fit the role. The role he needed to serve.
That segway’s into my next point. A post talked about how people with masked in genloss are controllable, like the workers and Ran, as well as including Hetch. So what if Hetch is high in power, nearing The Founder, but still a puppet. Again, new point. It can be assumed that Hetch is a puppet for The Founder. But, what if that isn’t the case. Someone outside of Showfall trying to expose Showfall. But, evident by the 7-foot monster that killed multiple people, and upped security we know from Hetch telling us, simply walking in can’t happen. We know Showfall can’t stop hackers, evident by Hetch and Squiggles interactions, if you can call them that.
I’ll stop building fluff around this and just say it, I think Hetch is a puppet being used to tear down Showfall Media. However, he works there and was quite high on the job scale. The person who is puppeteering him could be doing what we did to Ranboo in the Cabin. We told Ranboo to go somewhere, but didn’t control a lot of what they did or how they did it, aside from a one worded command. Explore. Could this person controlling Hetch be doing similar things, but with Hetch being aware of Showfall control on Ranboo or just Showfall being able to control people. Or they let him keep those memories, not relevant.
I said i’d stop the fluff then added more so here’s the good part. The person puppeteering Hetch wants us to see him as villainous as well as those working with The Founder, who we assume are well aware of everything, as people who need to be torn down. Making Hetch be the only person from The Founders direct team and our only representative of them it a great idea for the goal of tearing Showfall Media down. If we assume the Founder is the Founder of Showfall. Anyways, with how we view Hetch, maybe they want us to view the rest of them to be untrustworthy. Make us take very thing they say with a grain of salt.
Ok that’s it, i’m not the best at explaining my theory but I hope it makes sense. A few more things though. If we believe that there is a separating party involved, that could make a neat ending. We have to make one final choice, which villain do we eliminate? Both could leave us with a feeling of dread. Ranboo seems to likes that. Adding on to that, Hetch could be neutral. Controlled by one side, but technically working for the other. Neat character idea. Bonus, stab wound was given to try and make him easier to control. Getting him both mentally and physically tired.
Also, I think you can somewhat ignore the thought of another person puppeteering Hetch or assume is just Hetch acting. But, I don’t think we know enough about Hetch and his true motives, or things threatening him. To finish this off, I pose a question to you:
You know the trolly question? The train going to hit one person or five, and we have to pick. Have you every thought of the person who was controlling the train, or the one who launched it? If they were trying to stop it, to make it better once aware. Would you blame them for the accident, a situation they might have not been able to control? Just some thoughts.
#generation loss#genloss#genloss hetch#wow#this got long#i could talk a bit more about this#like trying to find Hetchs motifs#but also the concept of Ranboo pulling a trolly problem at the end of genloss sounds rlly cool#ive also been thinking about the naming of gen 1#the social experiments#EXPERIMENTS#MORE THEN ONE#THE SOCIAL EXPERIMENT WOULD ALSO WORK#maybe another experiment would be how we treated Hetch#booblr#my ass forgot a tag#genloss theory#this doesn’t mean i like him tho#sorry rewatched the death scene again#this doesnt make him more likeable
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40 Kim Kardashian Facts that are ‘Literally’ so True
It might seem unlikely that there can be anything left to unearth about Kim Kardashian.
After all, she’s had hit reality shows that have documented her life since 2007, and been the center of attention on social media and news outlets for over a decade.
Even though you can keep up with her on every possible medium from TV to social media, there are still some things that you may not know about the famous mother of four.
So, gather ‘round, Kimmy K lovers (and haters) – here are 40 Kim Kardashian facts that are literally so true, Bible.
1. Kim has Six Piercings
We all know that Kim isn’t afraid to go under the knife. She also has nerves of steel when it comes to piercings!
Did you know that she has piercings on her bellybutton, one in her right ear and four on her left? She hasn’t been spotted with her belly ring lately, though.
2. She Was a Celebrity Stylist Before Fame
Besides her controversial tape, the Kardashians’ rise to fame was largely thanks to Kim’s pal Paris Hilton.
3. Kim ‘Looked’ For Paparazzi
When Kim first hopped onto the scene, she was photographed everywhere. The new ‘it girl’ was featured in all the magazines and paparazzi would literally feed off getting a photo of her.
She’s been accused of calling the paparazzi on herself, but Kim recently denied this and admitted that she did intentionally head to certain spots where she knew the photographers would be.
4. She Regrets her Adult Tape
Indeed, Kim has big regrets when it comes to her controversial adult tape with Ray J. Admitting to Andy Cohen on the KUWTK Reunion, Kim said,
“That is something that I have to live with for the rest of my life. That is something that is being held over my head. I try to not live with any regrets, but it’s probably the one thing I wish didn’t exist. If I could erase any of the stupid things I’ve done in life, that’s probably it and it’s more so from being a mom than anything.”
5. Her Feud with Kourtney Goes Way Back
From physically fighting each other on their shows, to feuding about their Dolce and Gabbana projects, Kim and Kourtney have rarely seen eye to eye over the years.
6. Kim Got Drunk at Beyonce’s Party
If you haven’t caught up with season 4 of The Kardashians, you’d have missed Kim confessing this juicy little fact.
The SKIMS founder admitted that she got drunk and “blacked out” at one of Beyonce‘s parties after dancing all night long. With just “two shots,” Kim revealed that she gets easily “wasted.”
Don’t believe her? “Ask Beyonce,” Kim said.
7. She has a Freckle on her Eyeball
There are many Kim Kardashian doppelgangers out there. So many women try to copy her style, fashion, makeup and hairdos.
8. She Goes to the Beach at Certain Times
As her true fans know, Kim loves going on vacation where she can flaunt her bikini and relax on the beach.
What you may not know is that the curvaceous star only goes to the beach when lighting is the most flattering, to avoid casting unappealing light on her cellulite.
A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.
9. Kim has Been Married 3 Times
If you thought Kim K’s infamously short marriage to Kris Humphries and her famous marriage to Kanye West is all there was in the ring department, you’re mistaken.
10. She Almost Didn’t Marry Kris Humphries
Other than her adult tape, we’re pretty sure marrying Kris Humphries is Kim’s second biggest regret in life.
Believe it or not, she almost escaped the 72-day marriage on her wedding day! Kris, her mom, revealed during the KUWTK Reunion, that she tried to talk Kim out of marrying Humphries – “I said, ‘Listen, if you really don’t want to do this, I don’t think you should do it.’”
Kim added, “What you said to me was ‘Go, I’m going to put you in a car. No one will find you. Just leave and I’ll handle it.’ I thought, ‘OK, we’re filming this for a TV show. If I leave, I’m going to be known as the runaway bride forever. It’s going to be a huge joke. I think I just had cold feet.”
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MTV News Confidential: Kurt Loder, Tabitha Soren, and John Norris Tell All
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SEND THE LOVE . . . 이재현 !
PAIRING. spy! hyunjae x spy! fem reader (bosley! hyunjae)
GENRE. fluff, action
WARNINGS. graphic, violence, mentions of knives, guns, shooting, and strangling
WORD COUNT. 2.6k
𓂋˚˖ A/N. finally back w another written fic! i’ve been watching a lot of charlie’s angels recently (films and tv show) so here’s one based on that ^-^ if you haven’t watched any of the films, you should jk i’ll explain references like “bosley” and “angel” within the fic but just know that bosley = hyunjae :) also let’s pretend it’s new year’s eve (post-edit note: ngl this was so rushed but i wanted to get it off my chest alrdy)
“GOOD MORNING, ANGEL,”
“Good morning, Charlie! Happy New Year’s Eve!”
“Same goes for you both. Bosley, are we ready?”
“One moment, sir,”
“Congratulations on becoming an Angel, Y/N! I’m terribly sorry to be asking you and Bosley to work on a day like this, but opportunity knocks. Don’t worry; it should be a walk in the park for you,” Charlie began as Bosley turned the monitor on and handed you a few papers.
Bosley. The term comes from one of Charlie’s trusted assistants back in the day, John Bosley. Now, it is used as a title and refers to the only rank in the organization one can be promoted to. Bosleys are in charge of training soon-to-be Angels and keeping in touch with Charlie. They sometimes work in the field, usually doing the negotiating and assisting Angels, but ultimately leaving the dirty work to the girls. The only people who know their real names aside from family are Charlie and the Bosleys themselves, so everyone else simply calls them ‘Bosley’.
Angels. The women who make the agency and keep it alive. You are an Angel yourself; Charlie took you under his wing after resigning from the National Police. As an Angel, you work on missions handed by Charlie, putting on a disguise and carrying knives and guns as needed. At first, you were pretty skeptical about the entire setup of working for a man you have never seen, but you decided to put your trust in the one who hired you: Bosley, the very same one whose office you were currently sitting in.
Angels. The women who make the agency and keep it alive. You are an Angel yourself; Charlie took you under his wing after resigning from the National Police. As an Angel, you work on missions handed by Charlie, putting on a disguise and carrying knives and guns as needed. At first, you were pretty skeptical about the entire setup of working for a man you have never seen, but you decided to put your trust in the one who hired you: Bosley, the very same one whose office you were currently sitting in.
“Since this should be relatively easy for you, you’ll be working alone with Bosley for this one,” You looked up to face the man seated on his chair. He raised his eyebrows teasingly twice, to which you only quietly scoffed as Charlie continued the briefing. “Your target is Cheon Jaehwa, son of the founder of Cheon Industries. We have been monitoring him for a few months, and based on his activity, he has been stealing donations and aid money from the charities and orphanages associated with his father’s company. He holds a New Year’s Eve Party every year, which is where you’re heading later,”
“I see why I’ll be kicking ass instead of grabbing a drink today,”
“We’re going to a party, so you can still drink a little,” Bosley chimed in.
“No thanks. First day on the job. Don’t wanna mess it up,”
“You better get going then, Y/N. Other details will come from Bosley. Good luck, Angel!”
“You look amazing,”
“You really think so? This’ll be easy then,” you nervously giggled as you retouched your makeup using the small mirror on the sun visor of the agency’s car. Once you finished, you turned towards Bosley, catching him already staring at you.
“Don’t worry, you’ll be fine. Meet me at the pick-up later. I’ll be right here,” he smiled, easing your nerves a little bit.
You stepped out of the car and walked towards the entrance of the mansion where a pair of guards were already on standby. You showed them the invitation that Bosley provided and entered, already turning a few heads as you walked further into the large home.
“Comm check,”
“Good,”
“Relax, Y/N. You’re doing great,”
“Are you watching me?”
“Of course. Gotta do one last perimeter check,”
You looked up towards one of the security cameras before grabbing a glass of champagne from one of the waiters passing by. You looked around the ballroom-sized hall for your target, but you could only recognize a few celebrities and business people.
“Oh no,”
“Something wrong, Boz?”
“Yeah. Looks like Cheon hired more security tonight than we thought,”
“Oh yeah, I did see one too many guys with guns outside. Do we abort? I’m sure this isn’t the only way to–”
“No, stay where you are. I’ll be right over,”
“You’ll be what? What do you mean you’ll be right over? Boz?”
“I thought you weren’t gonna drink,” Your body suddenly tensed as you felt a hand on your lower back, causing you to almost attack the man had you not recognized his voice. You whipped your head towards Bosley and slightly stumbled backward at how close his face was to yours.
“Boz, you– How are you wearing a tux?”
“You never know when you need to crash a party,” He smiled as you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. ”Looks like I needed it anyway,” You looked away from him, your nerves greatly relaxing from his presence, but when you looked back at him and actually took in the man’s appearance, they started to act up again; you’re not sure it was first-day jitters anymore.
“First day and you’re already distracted,” he whispered right next to your ear and elbowed him lightly as you both fall into a quiet fit of giggles.
Once you have finally relaxed and scanned the room again, you finally spotted the host and man of the night. “Cheon. 10 o’clock,”
He looked in the direction you were referring to and took a deep breath in before raising his elbow for you to hold and motioning you toward your target.
“Alright, just follow my lead,”
You took in a few deep breaths as you both slowly walked to the other side of the room. As you approached the man slightly sticking out like a sore thumb, your grip on Bosley’s arm tightened, which does not go unnoticed.
“Mr. Cheon,”
The man glanced in your direction and excused himself from the guests he was speaking to. “Yes, hello!” He took a good look at Bosley, obviously trying to come up with a name but failing, as he shook his hand. “And you are?”
“Hyun—” You turned towards Bosley as he abruptly stopped and his body tensed up, but quickly gained back his composure. “... Jae. Bosley. But you can just call me Bosley. From Boz Enterprises,”
He placed the hand he used to shake hands with Cheon on your hand which was currently holding on to his arm while the man opposite you squinted his eyes and slowly nodded. “Okay … Mr. Bosley,”
He then switched his attention towards you and smiled, to which you quickly thrust your free hand forward. “Y/N Y/L/N. Secretary,”
He took your hand and shook it for an uncomfortably long period of time while staring and smiling at you, which Bosley thankfully noticed.
“I would like to discuss business with you,”
You quickly retracted your hand the moment he let go, and he sowly returned his attention back to Bosley.
“What kind of business?”
“I would prefer if we talked in private,”
Cheon simply stared at him as if contemplating his offer. After a while, he finally spoke up again.
“Alright, I’ll see you in my office in 10 minutes,” He put on an obviously fake smile and ordered one of his guards to guide you both to his office.
After you have made sure that the man was out of earshot, you whispered teasingly to the one whose arm you were still holding on to, “Hyunjae Bosley?”
He sighed and closed his eyes for a second as you both followed behind the guard. “Pretend you never heard that,”
You don’t listen to him and kept going. “Is that your real name?”
“I am not obliged to answer that question,” he said as he kept his eyes trained forward.
“So it is then!” You smiled and quickly scanned the hall you were walking in, noticing the expensive-looking chandeliers and decorations you were passing by. “I guess someone’s more nervous than I am,”
“If you tell anyone else, I’ll—”
“You’ll what, Hyunjae?” You turned towards him again and smiled cheekily, earning a glare from him, which could not intimidate you even if he tried harder. “People make mistakes, it’s okay,” You giggled as you pat his arm in faux comfort.
The guard then turned toward a pair of doors and opened one of them for you to enter. When you both stepped into the room, you looked around and took a mental note of the security cameras and sharp or heavy-looking objects that could be used as weapons.
Both of you took a seat on one of the couches, and as if reading your mind, Hyunjae whispered in your ear, “I’ve taken care of the cameras,” to which you merely nodded.
Two guards then entered and stood on separate corners of the room near the door. After a few minutes, the doors opened again to another pair of guards and Cheon trailing behind them.
You and Hyunjae quickly stood upon their entrance, your nerves rising once again every step closer they took.
“Take a seat,” Cheon said as he sat on the opposite couch.
You tried paying attention to their conversation, nodding every once in a while and laughing when they do, but you were too focused on your next move. You did notice that the man in front of you kept glancing at you, obviously wanting to talk to you but Hyunjae was too busy talking. So the moment he was about to ask you a small-talk question, you don’t even let him. “I’m sorry, but where is your restroom?”
Slightly taken aback, he takes a second to respond before telling you that the guard outside can lead you.
You smiled and quickly stood up, facing Hyunjae and giving him a small nod before leaving the room. The guard took you to the restroom and stood by the door as you pretended to use the toilet and washed your hands.
Before leaving, you took out the fake Altoids tin you hid under your dress and picked up one of the circular stickers, making sure you did not touch the wrong side. You took a deep breath and quickly swung the door open, surprising the guard and placing the sticker on his neck, causing him to faint and fall to the ground. You then pulled him inside the bathroom, making sure that you did not make too much noise.
Once you made sure that the guard would not be waking up any time soon, you go out and walked around, looking for any other guards present. When you make a turn and spot one, you put on an innocent smile and approached him.
“Ma’am, you’re not supposed to be here,”
“Oh, I was just looking for the restroom? This place is really big, so I was hoping you could take me there?”
He took a while to agree, but when his back was finally facing you, you took the chance to take another sticker and placed it on the back of his neck. Just like the guard earlier, you dragged the unconscious man towards the closest room and left him there.
When you’ve made sure that there were no guards close enough to Cheon’s office, you called Hyunjae’s attention.
“Boz, you’re up,”
You finally started paying attention and actually digested the conversation he and Cheon were having, which you have actually been hearing the entire time because of your comms. To your not-so-surprise, Cheon was rambling on about his most recent golf outing before Hyunjae cut him off in order to talk about “business”.
“I don’t want to keep you here long; I know you have a party to attend to, so I’ll just cut to the chase,” Hyunjae’s voice slowly lowered in pitch. “I understand that you are expected to take over your father’s company any time soon, which is coincidentally working on a revolutionary product that could make a significant breakthrough in the scientific community,”
“How do you—”
Although you can’t see him, you could tell that Hyunjae had a smirk plastered on his face. “And I just want a little piece of it. In return, we will be taking the money from your father’s charities and orphanages,”
Deafening silence envelops the room, feeling the tension rise quickly even from the outside.
“I’m going to have to ask you to leave,”
“But we haven’t made a deal yet,”
A faint sigh can be heard from Hyunjae’s side, most likely from Cheon.
“Who are you, exactly?”
“Me?” Hyunjae taunted as he slowly stood up and reached for his pocket. “I’m just the decoy,”
You shoved the doors open and drew your gun toward the guard on your right, shooting him in the leg. Turning toward your left, you shot the hand of the guard on the opposite side, knowing he had already drawn his own gun.
In your peripheral vision, Hyunjae had already hand-cuffed your target to the legs of the coffee table and was busy taking on the guards behind him.
Returning your full focus to the guard in front of you, you tried punching him in the face, but he was too quick and kept blocking your blows. You then quickly switched to kicking him in his genital area, causing him to bend over in pain. You took the opportunity and finally knocked him out.
As if on cue, Hyunjae called your attention from the other side of the room where he was being strangled with a cable wire. Not wanting to prolong the pain any longer, you resorted to shooting the guard in the arm.
You first ensured that your target was still cuffed to the table before running over to Hyunjae.
“Are you okay?” You helped him up and gently gripped his face with one hand, slightly moving it to the side to check on his neck.
“Of course, I am,” he reassured you as he held your hand that was holding his face. “But you’re gonna have to kiss it later,”
You scoffed as a smile graced his face, letting him go before approaching the man on the floor.
“Who are you?”
“You are in the presence of an angel,” Hyunjae said as you chuckled and cuffed Cheon’s wrists together.
“Boz, what about the guests?”
“Oh, let them have their fun. I’ve called for backup,”
As the three of you exit through one of the back entrances of the mansion, you are met with other girls, presumably other Angels of the agency. You finally relaxed and sighed in contentment for the first time that night as you watched Cheon being taken toward one of the cars.
“Well, that’s an interesting way to end my year,”
“You’re gonna have more of those if you last long,” You turned towards Hyunjae who was standing beside you. “But we still have a few minutes left. Care to join me inside?”
“I would love to,”
He then signaled one of the Angels before taking his arm out once again for you to take.
“So, Hyunjae,” Giving up on you, he simply chuckled at the name you used. “What’s your New Year’s Resolution?”
“At first, it was ‘not getting myself killed’, but now I think I’m gonna have to change it to ‘legally changing my name’.”
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