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princesssukunalover · 3 months ago

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Inconsiderate

Toji Fushiguro is a cocky and inconsiderate scumbag.

CW: NSFW, Toji Fushiguro x Female reader, age gap, unprotected sex, hate sex, missionary, doggystyle, degradation, begging, creampie, squirting, size kink, ball sucking, oral sex (both receiving), slapping, spanking, spit play, choking, face fucking, dacryphilia, VERY ROUGH SEX, dubcon elements, overstimulation, him being a nasty pervert, lack of aftercare. (I'M SORRY) Not proofread.

Wc: 5027

A cheerful bell above the door rings, signifying the start of another tedious shift at the ramen restaurant that you work in. Like clockwork, you tie a black, stained apron around your waist, sighing as you look at the customers coming in. Every week is the same. You spend your weekends dishing out food, and clearing it off the tables. It’s simple enough. And every week is the same as you keep telling yourself ‘Just a little longer.’ until you finally graduate from university and you can finally leave the job that funds your studies. The restaurant that you work at is far from perfect. You deal with the same sleazy customers every week; the same scum that come in with a scowl on their face, gamble, lose, and leave with a scowl on their face. There’s really no pleasing any of them, so you don’t even try. Most of them don’t even care, their minds too occupied by whatever horse race is airing on the rundown, static television in the corner of the room.

And then there’s him. Toji Fushiguro. You only know his name from your boss, who seems to be an acquaintance of his. But an acquaintance is definitely not the word you would use to describe your relationship with him. Toji Fushiguro is a cocky and inconsiderate scumbag. He spends his weekends at the restaurant, gambling and causing chaos with other customers. Toji finds any little thing to complain about when he knows that you’re on shift. He ordered tea? It’s too cold. He ordered ramen? There’s not enough meat. He ordered a desert? It’s too sweet. And on the rare occasions that the food is to his standard, the tables are a mess and the choice of seating is inadequate.

Fushiguro finally makes his appearance. He treads towards the counter, an irritated look already plastered on his face. The scar on his lip does nothing to help him. It makes him look even more intense than he actually is. “Morning, doll.” He smirks. You try to mask your annoyance, but he knows how you hate when he calls you that. And that’s precisely why he does it. “What would you like today, Fushiguro?” You ask the man, mentally preparing yourself for the bullshit yet to come. “How about some sake?” He flatly responds.

“Don’t you think it’s a bit too early for drinking?” You ask the well-built man, tilting your head in a way that Toji finds adorable.“Don’t you think you should mind your business?” He bites. You simply nod, not having the time or energy to deal with him.

He stares intently as you prepare his drink, purposely provoking you, reminding you not to mess it up. When you bend down to grab a clean cup from below the counter, his eyes wander like the pervert he is. Toji knows that you can’t be less than 21 years old, but you’re nowhere near the same age as him. There’s some sick part of him that likes it. He likes how no matter how much shit he gives you, you’re going to do nothing but take it like a good girl, respecting her elders. This continuous cycle of Toji giving you more reasons to despise him continues for weeks, until the day you finally see him, outside of the restaurant.

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On a night out with friends, you’re sitting at a bar, ordering drinks while the rest of the group are on the dance floor. The ice cold metal from the bar stool brushes the bottom of your thighs, visible from the short dress that you regret choosing to wear. It leaves little to the imagination and you can feel the lustful stares from the men around you, trying to ignore it. Of course, you are not aware that one of those lustful stares is coming from Toji Fushiguro. The same man that spends his weekends finding ways to aggravate you is now spending his evening, thinking of how he’s going to rip you away from those pesky friends of yours. He wonders why you are even in such an establishment. You seem like the type of girl that would be home by 8, in bed by 9 and asleep by 10. The type of girl that wouldn’t be ordering shots like nobody’s business. Toji is pleasantly surprised when he watches you let loose and he wonders just how far you’ll go for the night.

When you’re about to pay for your drink, the bartender informs you that somebody has already done the honours. “Who?” You ask him, a confused look on your face. You turn to where the man is pointing and the confused expression on your face turns into a skeptical one. Toji stands up and you sigh. He strides towards you, a drink already in his hand, before he takes a seat beside you. He has that same smug look on his face, but you can tell he’s already been drinking. The alcohol gives him a dazed look that you find oddly attractive. You take his appearance in completely, eyeing the dark compression t-shirt that he’s always wearing, only in this lighting, it makes his muscles look even more defined. The black jeans that he’s wearing fail to conceal the absolute monster that he’s ‘hiding’ in his pants. For a moment, you even wonder if he’s hard. “You know, my eyes are up here, darlin.” Toji teases, looking down at you. You roll your eyes at him, going back to your drink. “Jeez, I don’t even get a thank you. How unappreciative.” He mumbles, staring into your eyes.

“Get lost, old man.” You spit out, to which Toji’s grin widens. He starts to play with your hair as if you’re some kind of toy. “Is that how you talk to me when the boss isn’t looking? You usually treat me so well at that shitty restaurant.” He jokes, resting his head in his hand as he leans on the bar counter, eyeing you up. Your eyes flicker between the zip on his jeans and his face, struggling to concentrate on his words. “I wouldn’t even piss on you, if you were on fire.” You snarl, the alcohol clearly taking effect. Toji moves the drink from in front of you, letting out a loud laugh, one that you’re used to hearing. “Damn, sweetheart, you kiss your mother with that mouth?”

“Do you need something? Toji?” You reply, clearly getting annoyed. The tall man hums before he responds. “Do you need something? Doll?” He questions, his face inching closer towards yours. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” You ask Fushiguro, moving away from him. “I don’t know, doll. It’s just that, the entire time if you've been sitting here, you’ve been struggling to look away from my dick.” He growls in your ear, before licking the shell of it. Toji doesn’t miss the way your thighs clench together.

“Oh, shut up. Don’t you have other things to do?” You try to avoid his remark and your face warms with the mix of lust and shame. “I can think of something I’d like to do. Or someone.” He tells you, his hand resting over your right thigh, which is shaking with anxiousness. You don’t realise it’s there until he squeezes your thigh and you turn to look at him. “The last thing I wanna do is fuck you. You asshole.” You attempt to lie, struggling to make eye contact. “Oh yeah? Is that so?” Toji asks you teasingly. You nod. Toji forces you to look into his eyes. “Then why haven’t you moved my hand from your pretty thigh?” You glance down at his hand. Sure enough the lengths of his fingers are rubbing circles into your thigh, waiting to be stopped.

It takes you way too long to shove them off you. “You’re the worst.” You mumble.

“I know, baby. I know. But if you come home with me tonight, I’ll make it up to you.” Toji tells you. It’s the last time he tries to lure you in. And it’s the first time that it works because you find yourself holding his hand, following him out of the crowded club. You don’t have the means or time to say bye to your friends, your mind only focused on Toji’s defined biceps as he pulls you out through the door. Fushiguro suddenly crouches down before you feel his strong hands grip onto your thighs. You yelp in shock as he lifts you up, carrying you over his shoulder like a ragdoll. “Put me down, Fushiguro!” You shout. He laughs at you, carrying you down the street as if to say you’re his property. It only takes a minute before he reaches his house. He unlocks the door swiftly and practically slams it behind you and then he carries you upstairs.

Toji throws you on his bed. You sit up, ready to scold him for his lack of care and tenderness, but he speaks first. “I’m gonna give you one last chance to leave. Otherwise, I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you.” He tells you, staring into your pretty eyes. “Are you staying?” He asks you, to which you nod. “I’m gonna need you to use your words, doll.” He informs you.

“I want you to fuck me.” You quietly admit, clenching your thighs together like a needy slut.

“Huh? Say it a bit louder.” He orders you, tapping on his ear as he leans closer to you.

“I want you to fuck me, Toji.” You shamefully cry out. He smirks, blood rushing to his dick, which is now throbbing in anticipation.

“That’s a good girl. Lie down.” The man instructs, the praise making you blush.

You remove your tight, black dress before you lie down. Toji wastes no time pulling your heels off. You hear two thuds as he discards them onto his bedroom floor. He grips your legs, pulling you closer to the edge of the bed and he kneels down. Your pussy throbs expectantly. The skin of your pussy is met with the cool air as Toji peels away your underwear. “Slutty little panties.” He mumbles, pocketing them into his jeans, which he unzips, freeing his cock. Toji groans as he lays his eyes on your pussy. “Such a pretty little pussy.” He mumbles, pushing one of his fingers in. You moan at the praise. “You’re already so fucking wet for me.” He pushes another finger in before he leans forward, kissing your clit.

Toji allows his tongue to play with your pussy, flicking up and down your clit, sucking it little by little. It’s teasing, cruel, almost. You whine desperately as his long fingers thrust at a quicker pace. “That’s it, baby. Tell me how good I’m making you feel.” He slurs, the vibration of his voice bringing you even closer to an orgasm. “Don’t stop..” You moan, tugging at his hair to bring his face closer to you. He groans in response, curling his fingers inside of you until you jolt. “Hmm… So that’s where you like it..?” He teases, repeating his movements. Your moans turn into cries as he starts ruthlessly fingering you, curling his fingers to hit that sweet spot. Just when you’re about to cum, he stops. “Need you to finish in my mouth.” Toji mumbles before you feel his tongue poke inside your pussy. It feels so dirty, his wet tongue playing inside of you. But it feels too good. The man eats you out like he’s starved. He eats your pussy like it’s his favourite meal. You start to grind your hips on his face and he licks your folds before circling back to your clit. “I.. I’m gonna cum..” You moan sensually. Toji grips onto your thighs, pulling them apart to make sure that no part of your pussy is left unloved.

Fushiguro’s tongue has your legs shaking as you cum rapidly. He doesn’t stop licking your pussy, nor does he remove his grip from your plush thighs. “Toji, stop. It’s too much..” You tearfully wail while he laps up your cum. He ignores your pleas, completely absorbed in your twitching pussy. While Toji over-stimulates your needy cunt, you almost cry, trying hard to close your legs. You can’t take it anymore. Your ears ring as he forces another orgasm out of you. You cry out, begging him to stop, which he doesn’t. His tongue endlessly toys with your cunt. It makes you slowly start to lose your mind and you lose your ability to even speak. He notices you stop begging, your words turning into slow, erotic moans. “Poor girl, can’t even take my mouth. I wonder how you’ll even take my cock.” He groans as he finishes abusing your pussy. He plants soft, loving kisses on your pussy and inner thighs, rubbing them soothingly. Toji watches as your pussy is still twitching, begging for more. The tip of his cock leaks with pearly white precum, waiting to be swallowed by your tight hole.

“Tell me, baby, you ever sucked a dick before?” Toji asks you. You hum in response, nodding shamefully. He tuts. “Dirty fucking girl.” He teases. You sit up and kneel before him on the bed. He towers over you, staring in awe as you submissively gaze at him. Your tits are perfectly plump and perky, nipples perfectly hard, both ready to be toyed with. Toji starts to grope your breasts. “You’re such a good fucking slut..” He groans. Although his constant praise turns you on, all you want is for him to hurry up and pound you. “Just hurry up and fuck me, Toji.” You burst, catching the man off guard. He stops playing with your breast and grabs your face, forcing you to look at him. “Who do you think you are? Ordering me around in my own house?” He asks you, stroking your face. You stay silent. “I think you should be punished. Punished for being such a slut. Punished for not respecting your elders.” He continues. You do nothing to defend yourself, preparing yourself for whatever punishment Toji has prepared for you. “Open your mouth.” He orders.

Toji spits inside. You keep your mouth open, partly from shock, partly because you want him to do it again. He spits in your mouth a second time, this time slowly, allowing it to drop into your mouth. You close up, swallowing his spit like a shameless whore. He smirks, undoing his belt and putting it on the bed. His trousers drop to the floor and his cock springs completely free. It’s huge, perfectly veiny and way too thick. Toji notices how your expression falters a little. “Too big for you?” He teases.

“I’ve seen bigger.. It’s nothing impressive..” You lie, a smirk forming on your face, which is quickly wiped off as Toji’s hand meets your cheek. “Fucking bitch. I’m tired of your fucking attitude.” He grabs your hair, yanking you down from the bed and onto the floor. It’s utterly humiliating. He forces you to look at him, your face right below his balls. And although you hate Toji Fushiguro, although he’s 10 years older than you, although you already came twice, your pussy is throbbing, begging to be abused by the man in front of you.

“You gonna shut me up, old man?” You tease, digging your grave a little bigger.

“Hmm yeah..” Toji hums, rubbing the flesh of his penis on your soft face. You pout, fluttering your lashes at him. “You gonna teach me a lesson?” You ask submissively. Toji continues rubbing his dick on your cheeks. “Sure..” He tells you. You giggle in response. He’s had enough. “Open your mouth for me, sweetheart?” He asks with false kindness. Toji positions the tip of his cock at your glossy lips, prompting you to open up. Big mistake. He grins and you realise just how much trouble you’re in. Toji forces himself into your mouth, but it’s not just the tip, it’s all of him. All eight inches of cock are now inside your throat as you begin to choke.

You try to breathe through your nose, the scent of his crotch is intoxicating. It’s absolutely fucking degrading. You’re ashamed of yourself and for a moment, you wonder what your friends might think if they saw you like this. Toji moans as he feels you physically swallow his cock. Your throat warms his dick perfectly until he pulls out. Before you can even speak, his dick is back inside your mouth. He starts to fuck your throat, spit collecting and acting as lube. It’s painful and demeaning, but there’s a sick part of you that enjoys every second of it. “Stupid little brat. That’s what happens when you run your mouth.” He laughs, fucking your face. You gag on his length. If you weren’t already crying, you definitely are now. Toji grins, watching as mascara runs down your face. Your fingernails dig into his thighs for support, though he doesn’t mind the pain.

The constant abuse of your throat makes you lose your mind. You stare up at him, a pleading look in your precious eyes, which is ignored as Toji mockingly stares back at you. He pulls out and you gasp for air. Your relief is short-lived when Toji grips the base of his cock, lifting himself so that his balls can rest on your face. “Suck my fucking balls, bitch.” He orders. You whimper lowly before licking his balls. One lick turns into two, which turns into you slotting both of his balls into your mouth, sucking gently. Toji pumps his cock with his rough hands, moaning as you pleasure him like a good slut. “Nasty little whore..” He almost laughs. “Use your hands.” He instructs, allowing you to take over and rub his dick. Toji groans vulgarly, watching while you do your best to get him off. The way he looks down on you has your stomach fluttering, even though it shouldn’t.

Your lips part from beneath his dick, returning to form kisses on his shaft. “I love your dick.” You tell him, mesmerised. His dick twitches at your words. You start to lick his length and suck at the tip of his dick, getting a taste of his precum. Toji intervenes, pushing his cock back into your mouth while you suck him off. “Let me see you play with your pussy while you suck my dick.” He grunts and you do exactly that. Toji’s dick twitches as he watches you. You’re playing with your pussy and fingering yourself while you suck him off. The sound you make, sucking and swirling your tongue around his dick is almost enough to have him cum down your throat, but when you moan from toying with your clit, Toji’s just about ready to cum. “Stick your tongue out..” Fushiguro slurs, while he pumps his cock. Thick ropes of cum paint your tongue white as he finishes. He slaps his dick on your tongue a few times, spreading it out before he moves to cum on your face.

When he’s completely bottomed out, he stops for a moment to admire his little masterpiece. Mascara is running down your eyes and there's an erotic blush on your face, which is covered in cum. Your lips are swollen and his cum drips from your mouth, down onto your tits, little by little. You’re on your knees before him and your hair is slightly dishevelled from him tirelessly gripping it. You stare up at Toji, whimpering from his wrath. He hums before speaking. “I don’t think we should let that cum go to waste..” He tells you, swiping a little off your face with his index finger, like icing on a cake. He doesn’t even have to tell you what to do because you’re opening your mouth and sucking Toji’s cum off his finger. And just like that, he’s hard again, feeling as your tongue swirls around his finger. He watches carefully as you swallow his cum.

Fushiguro leans down to lift you up gently. Although he just completely ruined your face and your throat, he is still somewhat a gentleman. He sits you down on his bed and you move back a little. Toji moves closer to your face, his two arms supporting him as they rest beside your face. “Come here, doll.” He mumbles before placing his lips onto yours, which are soft and plump compared to his own. Your tongue grazes on the scar of his lip before he pushes his own into your mouth. Your heart pounds dangerously as you make out with him, wrapping your arms around him to pull him in closer. Something about it feels so right, but you tell yourself not to get hooked. It's difficult when he’s kissing you so tenderly. You moan against his lips and you lift your legs up, allowing him to place his dick against your pussy. Toji groans at the contact, grinding himself into you as reciprocate.

Toji pulls away from your lips before he’s, kissing your cheek sweetly. His kisses migrate down your jawline until his lips are on your neck. The kissing turns into light sucking as he teases you. You mewl in response, feeling his lips curl into a smile. “Hmm.. She’s sensitive there..” He teases before he continues to leave love bites along your neck, moving down towards your breasts. You expect him to start toying with your nipples until he sits up, properly aligning his length with your pussy. “Fuck.. Your little pussy’s just begging to be filled.” He murmurs, eyeing as you twitch around nothing in anticipation. Toji uses your arousal as lubrication to push his dick inside you. A visible bulge forms beneath your stomach. He’s so fucking big compared to your tiny pussy. He could almost cum as you start to whimper, telling him you can’t take it. “It’s okay, baby, you can take it.” He reassures you, giving you a moment to adjust to his size while his dick stretches you so good. “You’re so big..” You moan, your pussy throbbing on his length.

Toji lets out a light chuckle before he leans closer to you, his face inches away from yours. He starts off slow. Slowly thrusting himself in and out of your pussy, which feels heavenly around him. Your pussy is nice and warm, tightly squeezing him, but it’s still wet enough for him to fuck you good. “God.. You feel so fucking good, squeezing my dick like that.” Toji groans into your ear, making you moan in response. He whispers praises into your ear before he bites it tauntingly. “Stop teasing me.” You cry out. Toji fakes his sympathy.

“I’m sorry, baby. Please forgive me.” He murmurs before kissing your soft lips. You moan into the kiss and he speeds up his thrusts, fucking himself into you. Your hands make their way around his back, pulling him in closer.

The way you’re moaning has Toji completely entranced. The feeling of your soft hands caressing the hard muscle of his stout back hypnotises him. He pulls away from your lips and looks you in the eyes. “I’ve been wanting to fuck you since the day I met you.” He confesses, your eyes widening as you look at him. “What.?” You ask him, stuttering as he continues fucking you. “You’re so fucking cute.. Such a pretty girl..” He mumbles, clearly drunk on your pussy. You smile knowingly before you pull him in for another kiss. You can feel that Toji’s about to cum when he twitches inside of you, speeding up his thrusts. His right hand makes its way to your pussy, teasing your clit while you take his cock. His fingers are fast and resolute as he works to make you cum. All of a sudden, it becomes too much. The smell of Toji’s cologne is intoxicating, paired with the faint smell of cigarettes coming from his bedroom. He’s now fucking you so rough and so good, abusing your clit with just his fingers. “Toji.. I think I’m gonna cum.” You squeal, clenching your pussy on his cock.

“Come on, baby. Cum on my dick.” He groans, pounding into you with purpose.

And just like that, you let out the most erotic moan that Toji has heard in a while. You’re a blabbering mess the man above you continues to fuck you, chasing his own orgasm. “Where do you want me to cum?” He asks you, to which you weakly respond.

“Inside..” He groans in anticipation. The thought of him filling your pussy with his cum riles him up. “You want me to breed your little pussy? Hmm? Want me to use you as my personal cum dump?” Toji questions and you nod beggingly. He kisses you on the forehead before he leans back away from you, gripping onto your thighs. Toji pulls your body closer to him, using you like a fleshlight as he pounds into you. He moans passionately as he bottoms out inside of you, filling you up with his cum, just like you wanted. “Fuck..” He slurs, slowing down his thrusts and wrapping his thumb and index finger around the base of his dick. He slowly pulls out halfway, allowing the rest of his cum to stay inside of you.

When he finally pulls out, his cum slowly oozes out of your pussy. Toji wishes he could picture this moment forever, watching as you collect your breath, completely in a daze and all fucked out. “You’re letting my cum go to waste.” Toji teases, slapping your thigh tauntingly. You mewl from the feeling. The sight of cum dripping from your pussy is enough to make Fushiguro want to fuck you again. He’s not sure how, but he knows that he has a few more rounds in him and he just hopes that you’re the same. “Think you got one more round in you?” He asks. You freeze and he notices.

“I can’t..” You whine, completely ruined by Toji’s huge dick.

“Aw.. Come on princess.. Just one more? Promise I’ll be gentle.” He urges. You know he’s lying and so does he. “Just one more.” You repeat. Toji doesn’t respond with words. Instead, he rapidly flips you over, pulling your ass closer to him and you yelp.

“I wanna fuck you from the back.” Toji growls as you lay your face down on the bed with your ass up to him. You look and feel like a complete slut, ready to be bred a second time by Toji Fushiguro. Testing the waters, he delivers a harsh slap to your ass, which recoils so beautifully. You let out a pleasing hum in response and that’s when Toji knows that you’re a little slut who gets off from being spanked. “Fucking little, slut.” He slaps your ass again. You whine as you feel Toji’s thick, wet cock line up with your entrance, yet again. He uses his cum as lube and pushes himself into you. Although you’ve already been fucked by him, it still feels too big for you and you need time to adjust. But Toji doesn’t care. He starts to fuck you, completely absorbed in the way your ass bounces off his dick. The only thing you can do is lie there and take it.

Toji’s hands grip at your waist, pushing his dick further inside you than before. You’re sure that the tip of his dick is hitting your womb and the feeling drives you insane. As he’s fucking you, Toji loses interest in your comfort. He’s too busy pulling you back and forth on his dick, desperate to fuck his cum into you. You cry out in pain as he spanks you continuously, muttering degrading and sensual words that bring you closer to orgasm. He spends the next couple of minutes fucking your pussy from behind like a beast before he’s gripping your hair and forcing you to arch your back completely. “Toji… ahh! It’s too much!” You cry out, gasping for air. He ignores you. “Please…” You beg him. He ignores you. “I can’t take it..!” You start to sob. He wraps his right arm around your neck. “You can’t take it?” He asks you as if you are even capable of responding. “No.. baby, you’re gonna take it.” He tells you as his hard biceps start to choke you and he pounds the fuck out of you.

That’s when you realise that you should’ve stayed at the bar. Once again, you are reminded that Toji is a cocky and inconsiderate scumbag. He doesn’t care about making you comfortable. He’s already given you three orgasms and that’s enough. All he cares about is ruining you and leaving you full to the brim with his cum. Toji plants kisses into your scalp, telling you not much longer. Your back is seriously starting to ache and you can no longer feel anything below the waist. Your hips jerk up abruptly as Toji’s dick hits your special spot. He doesn’t say anything. Instead, he continuously attacks your sensitive area until you're squirting on his dick, crying and drooling as you cum from the abuse and overstimulation of your pussy. Your orgasm is followed by Toji’s when he drains his balls inside of you, filling you with his cum. He slows down and lets your body drop back onto the bed, your perfect ass still in the air.

The older man watches as his cum drips out of your pussy, which is now red and swollen from being tormented by his dick. He bites his lip, enthralled by how out of bounds you look. He rubs your ass apologetically but you don’t move until he pulls your legs back, allowing you to completely lie down on your stomach. You’re a whimpering mess, unable to form a sentence and in complete ruins, trying to recollect your breath. “You’re an asshole..” Is the only thing that you can mumble before you close your eyes. You hear him grab something from the pockets of his trousers before he answers.

“I know.. Baby. I know.” Toji murmurs, lighting a cigarette.

I'm so fucking sorry for this. LOL.

Lowkey wasnt nasty enough for me 😝

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amnhnyc · 11 months ago

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Heads up… it's Fossil Friday! In this archival image, Museum preparators work on a trio of Tyrannosaur skulls. With 4-ft- (1.2-m-) long jaws and powerful bone-crushing teeth, T. rex was one of the largest and most fearsome carnivores of all time. In fact, this dinosaur could bite with about 7,800 pounds of force (34,500 N)—the equivalent to the weight of three cars! No living animal, and few extinct ones, could rival its bite.

Although Tyrannosaurus rex is one of the most renowned dinosaurs, few of the fossil specimens recovered by paleontologists are complete. The first partial T. rex skeleton was discovered by a curator from the Museum—the legendary Barnum Brown—and we have one of the few specimens of T. rex on public display! Fun fact: The Museum’s T. rex specimen, AMNH 5027, inspired the cover of Michael Crichton’s Jurassic Park.

Photo: Image no. 129039 © AMNH Library

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pokemongotrading · 1 month ago

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1709 2033 5027

Trying to get my son some friends to give and recieve gifts! All the help is appreciated🤗

#1709 2033 5027 #porshiadw #catcakeee

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magiccath · 1 year ago

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How could you not know?

tenth doctor x GN!reader

Summary: In which an alien fortune teller lets your feelings for the Doctor slip

“5027, the outskirts of Alpha Centauri,” The Doctor explained, landing the TARDIS with a flourish. The ship retaliated with a shake making you wobble a bit in a desperate attempt to not fall over. Sometimes you wondered if the Doctor actually did know what he was doing when it came to the TARDIS. He claimed she was a finicky ship, but you had your suspicions regarding his flying abilities.

Once you had regained your footing you exchanged a childish grin with the Time Lord, both of you excited for your next adventure. Without warning, you bounded excitedly out of the ship, anxious to see what was on the other side.

The sky instantly caught your attention, its purple hue so different from anything you’d seen before. Multiple moons littered the skyline, and cars zoomed through the air above your head. The grass was soft and emitted a faintly sweet aroma. You turned your face to the sky, allowing the light rain to fall on you. With an over joyous giggle you looked back at the Doctor “It’s fantastic!”

He smiled at you lovingly from the TARDIS’ doorway, leaning on the frame slightly. He loved seeing you like this.

“Allons-y?” He asked, more a question than an exclamation. You nodded enthusiastically and held your hand out for him. He locked the door before running to your side, slipping your hand into his.

“By now you lot have spread yourselves across the galaxy,” The Doctor explained, “Mingled with aliens and traveled amongst the stars.”

You watched the Doctor as he talked, completely smitten with his knowledge and passion regarding the vast universe. He talked about it with such passion and enthusiasm, that you had no choice but to listen intently.

“Planets like this sort of turn into a melting pot,” He continued, “you can find just about any species here,” He looked down at you with a smile. “The center of the city is a big ‘ol market of sorts. You can get goods and foods from all around the galaxy,” He explained.

“Kind of like an alien farmers market?” You asked with a laugh.

“Sort of,” He shrugged, “you’ll see.”

After a short walk, you had found yourselves in the aforementioned city center. The Doctor wasn’t joking when he called it a big market. For as long as you could see there were rows and rows of vendors selling everything from oddly colored fruits to exotic fibers, and everything in between. It was almost too much, all of the sights, smells, and textures hitting you at once.

Much to the Doctor’s dismay, you asked to stop at every single booth. It was your first space market, and you wanted to see everything. After all, there was so very much to see.

“Where do we even start?” You breathed, still trying to take it all in. As much as you wanted to run wild, the Doctor was the expert here.

The Doctor scanned the area quickly before leading you to a wooden booth selling what appeared to be bread. Surely the Doctor hadn’t taken you to an alien planet for bread? You were almost certain he was aware of the numerous kinds of bread on Earth.

The Doctor paid for two small loaves and handed one to you.

“Did you really just buy bread?” You laughed, looking at the food in your hands.

“Just try it,” The Doctor grinned.

You examined the loaf, finding it to be more of a pastry than a simple loaf of bread. Deciding it was safe enough you bit into it warily. A slightly sour taste assaulted you, catching you off guard. You pulled the bread away to examine the bright pink jelly that filled it.

“What is this?” You asked the Doctor wide-eyed.

“Neo-fruit,” he smiled, taking a large bite out of his own. “Like it?” He asked, mouth half full. You nodded and took another bite, letting the combination of sweet and sour melt on your tongue. The Doctor finished his treat quickly, but you savored yours as the two of you walked along.

At some point you found yourself stuck at a small booth displaying beautiful scarves. Their silky smooth texture had initially drawn your attention, but the longer you looked at them the more interesting they became. In your hands, you held a scarf the same blue as the TARDIS, with lighter-colored swirls and small yellow dots littered throughout. You must have been holding it for a while because the Doctor noticed.

“You like it?” He asked, pulling you from your thoughts.

“Reminds me of the TARDIS,” You smiled. The Doctor nodded and pulled a few coins from his jacket pocket before handing them to the vendor.

“It’s yours,” He smiled back.

“I- um. Thank you.”

“May I?” He asked, gesturing to the scarf. You nodded quickly, handing it over to him. He ran his fingers through the fabric, unraveling the scarf, before wrapping it gently around you. The action felt so shockingly intimate you couldn’t help but turn a bright scarlet. The Doctor, per usual, had become too distracted to notice. He ran off, leaving you starstruck in his absence.

By the time that you caught back up to the Doctor, he already had two pints of steaming liquid in his hands. He shoved one into your own hands before clinking your glasses together. You stared at the drink, shocked.

“Hot chocolate,” He explained before taking a gulp of his. Foam from the top stuck to his upper lip. You smiled and sipped your own drink, getting the foam on the tip of your nose. Without a second thought, the Doctor used his thumb to wipe it off, the simple touch sending shivers down your spine.

Always in motion, the Doctor kept making his way through the market as you enjoyed your drinks.

You loved spending time with the Doctor like this, taking and laughing while you held hands. His hand always seemed to find its way into yours, almost as if he was scared he might lose you amongst the chaos that followed him.

By the time you had walked through all of the booths, both you and the Doctor were carrying small purchases and laughing comfortably. You decided to loop back through the market on the way to the TARDIS. You walked hand in hand, taking in all of the sights around you.

Your eyes caught on a small booth you hadn’t noticed before. The setup was akin to a fortune teller’s booth. You tugged on the Doctor’s sleeve, excited to see what an alien fortune teller looked like.

You slipped your way through the drapery and into the booth. Inside was a beautiful alien. Her skin was an iridescent white with large ears poking out of her long, silky hair. As your eyes settled on her face, you instantly became aware of her eyes - or lack thereof.

“Greetings!” She hummed, gesturing to the seat before her.

You looked at the Doctor, warry of the stunning creature before you. He nodded, and you took a seat before her. She grasped your hands lightly with her own, her touch feather-light.

After a few moments of silence, she spoke up.

“You love him.”

You cast a wayward glance back at the Doctor, panic coursing through you.

“Yeah,” you laughed, “he’s my best mate.”

“No,” she continued, “you truly love him.”

You stammered, not knowing how to react.

“He’s just a friend,” you smiled painfully. It was true, that’s all the Doctor was.

“But you want more,” she said plainly. You were almost certain if she had eyes they would be baring into your soul.

You looked back at the Doctor, panicked, but he was already walking out of the booth. You pulled your hands from the aliens and dashed after him.

You caught up to him quickly, but he didn’t seem to fully register your presence. The walk back to the TARDIS was silent. The Doctor didn’t seem to have anything to say, and you were too scared to speak up. Was he angry? Your greatest fears settled around you like a very uncomfortable blanket. This was it, the Doctor was finally done with you. All because of one stupid alien.

The Doctor unlocked the ship silently and made his way straight to the console, busying himself with flicking switches and pressing buttons.

You peeled your coat off slowly before draping it over the railing. Absentmindedly your hands went to the scarf around your neck, pulling at the threads anxiously.

“I don’t know what she was talking about,” You laughed, though it wasn’t very convincing.

“No?” The Doctor asked calmly, looking you in the eye. His gaze was so heavy it was almost impossible to look away.

“Really, honestly!” You said, trying to hide your voice crack. The Doctor pulled his eyes away from you and back to the console in front of him. Anxiety built within you again. When the Doctor never responded you spoke up again, “Please say something.”

The Doctor turned his attention back to you, his usually expressive eyes impossible to read.

“Please.” You whispered, pulling at your new scarf desperately.

“You really are oblivious,” He said, pulling his eyes from yours.

“W-what?” You stammered.

“After all this time you still don’t know?” He asked, shoving himself off of the console and walking over to you. “You don’t realize just how hard I’ve fallen for you?”

“Me? Are you sure? Out of the whole universe you fell for me?”

The Doctor laughed brightly, “How could I not?” He asked, his hands ghosting on the sides of your body. You looked up at him, finally seeing all of the love hidden within his honey eyes. You crushed yourself for never noticing it before.

“You’re the most magnificent person I’ve ever met,” he whispered.

Tired of waiting, the Doctor wrapped his arms around you with a newfound urgency. His lips connected with yours, sending all kinds of sparks down your body. You quickly relaxed into the kiss, allowing your arms to drape over his shoulders.

He pulled away briefly, wanting to make sure this was what you wanted. He didn’t even get to open his mouth before you cut him off, a more desperate kiss erupting from you. The Doctor was more than happy to oblige, his arms wrapping even tighter around you. One of his hands moved upwards to cup your face delicately, his thumb rubbing circles into your skin. When you finally pulled away, gasping for air, the Doctor grinned at you.

“Can we do more of that?” You asked, breathlessly.

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summer lovin

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summary: a summer well spent with rúben

a/n: this was v rushed but i wanted to just see how a rúben fic would do. enjoy my angels <3

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Finger My Mouth by LouisThiccSexyGlitteryAss | E | 1515 Louis' dentist (and childhood crush) rides him on the orthodontic chair.

A+ Patient by YesIsAWorld | G | 1882 Harry hated everything about the dentist—the antiseptic smell and the bright light in his face and the disappointment in himself and the suction thingy that kept his mouth too dry. But the thing he hated the most was how in love with his dentist he was.

Working With Mouths. by kotabear24 | M | 2075 But, basically, Louis goes to a new dentist...who is Harry Styles.

The gas had a delayed effect(it's just the dentist's office) by AxWorldxAway | nr | 3832 "Got a bit of a laugh, eavesdropping in on my very personal conversation with myself, eh?" Louis pulled the straightest face he could, acting as stern as he could, and he almost pulled it off. That is, until he saw the way the boy paled dramatically and his eyes widened comically. He burst out laughing a second after the boy began rushing out a hasty apology. He couldn't stop laughing, doubling over from his place perched in the chair. The other boy began chuckling slightly along with him. Louis knew it wasn't that funny, but he had to keep his spirits high somehow; he was sitting in a dentist office after all. (Louis cracks his tooth and is forced to take a trip to the dentist. Harry just happens to be the attractive dental assistant to Louis' eccentric dentist.)

Brace Yourself by Kaname | nr | 4056 "Standing in the doorway, wearing the most garish pair of banana scrubs that Louis had ever had the misfortune of seeing, was the most bloody gorgeous man he'd ever laid his eyes on. His hair was twisted into a messy bun of shiny, perfect curls; his thick lips curled up into a playful smile while a set of sparkling green eyes read through his folder. 'Hope you’ve not had trouble "filling" the time before the appointment, then,” the hygienist mused, smirking down at the file in his hands. His muscular forearms were blissfully exposed, a white undershirt rolled up to the elbows while a set of long, elegant fingers flipped leisurely through Louis’ x-rays. “Not that I mean to "drill" you about what you do with your free time, but it would be awfully "root" not to ask.'" (Louis is a whiny arsehat who hates the dentist, and Harry is a hygientist with a pocket full of dental puns and a thing for petite men in poof-hats.)

always tell the truth by anditsonlyforthebrave | nr | 5027 Harry is Louis' dentist and getting a wisdom tooth removed shouldn't be the end of the world.

Tantrums and Toothaches by sagegreenharry | nr | 5159 Louis and Harry's daughters always loved their dentist appointments with Louis. While Harry was off to the side doing his deep breathing, the girls would be laughing in the chair with Louis as he cleaned their teeth. So, this time when Harry gets the text from Louis to bring himself and the girls to his office, and Eva turns pale as a ghost, Harry knows something must be up.

Beautiful smile by HESLWTLJPNJHZJM | G | 5297 Louis takes Doris to her dentist appointment where Harry just so happens to be the dentist. Shocker, I know.

You smile all the time ('cause how can you not show it?) by thebreadvan | E | 9500 Harry’s eyes unwillingly slip up to the doctor, scanning his features and the focused crinkle between his brows. His jaw looks sharp, especially when he clenches it, pearly teeth biting into his bottom lip. Harry admires the stubble growing on his cheeks, and the impressive cut of his cheekbones, and – the blush blooming from his cheeks down to his neck. Harry blinks away, hoping he hasn’t been caught staring or made the man uncomfortable, but Dr. Tomlinson clears his throat and his leg starts bouncing beside Harry’s chair. Harry looks up again, and finds his face twisted into an undecipherable grimace. “Uhm,” Dr. Tomlinson stammers, “Could you hold your tongue still for me?” Harry stops breathing when he realises. He is licking Dr. Tomlinson’s fingers. <<>><<>><<>> Or, Harry never liked dentists, until now.

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Too Far From Texas | Chapter Eighteen

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A cold front came through that night. Even with the fireplace blazing in our bedroom, I could tell the temperature had dropped outside when I awoke in the middle of the night. But I didn’t wake up because I was cold. I’d had another dream.

This one was mild, though. I hadn’t awoke sitting up in a pool of sweat, my heart racing. In fact, if it hadn’t been for the lingering loneliness I felt in the pit of my stomach, I wouldn’t have thought I’d had one at all.

But I could recall it quickly, the details conjuring up like they’d just happened. In my dream Harry had taken me to the airport where he kissed me at the gate like it was no big deal. I’d told him I loved him one last time as our joined hands stretched further and further apart until I could no longer see him. I’d cried on the plane, but only on the inside. And the last thing I remembered from the dream...he’d written me a note that I found in the pocket of my coat.

I love you... No buts

With a sigh, I rolled over to face Harry who laid on his back, his head facing the other direction. I snuggled up against him the best I could, wanting to feel his warmth, but also the comfort of his closeness. He stirred a bit when I laid my arm across his chest, then turned to me with a slight groan.

Neither of us said a word as he pulled me closer, his eyelids still shut closed. He hummed softly against my skin, his breath tickling my forehead until he kissed it. His hand traveled my back to my waist, his long fingers dancing in time with his breathing. I inhaled the scent of him as my lips met his neck, kissing him across his collarbone. His body stilled against mine, and for a moment I thought he’d drifted off to sleep. But then his hand continued caressing my back, moving down to my hip where his fingers ran cross the skin where my butt met my thigh. I sighed into him, wishing his touch would go where I wanted him most. When he cupped my butt cheek, I lifted my leg as my tongue traveled across his jaw to his ear.

Harry rolled me onto my back then, a deep growl rising from his throat. I didn’t want to pressure him into sex if he was too tired, but his audible breaths and the way he pressed his hips into mine told me his body ached as much as mine did. He licked his lips before swiping his tongue across my awaiting mouth. His other hand cradled my face, his thumb pressing gently against my throat. I let out a tiny breath-filled cry when I felt his firmness between us, needing him to fill me with it.

I caught sight of Harry’s hooded eyes as he separated our hungry kiss and reached over to the bedside table to retrieve protection. I watched him hastily roll the condom up his erection, then grab my thigh and give it a nudge upwards.

The sting of his entering me was probably something I’d never get used to, but also never tire of. He made love to me with eager animalism, hard but not rough. Like I was his first meal after not having eaten for days. I liked it, maybe a little too much. Part of me wanted to say something, or perhaps have him talk dirty to me, especially when I lifted my thighs further and he reacted by fucking me harder, his jaw slack as he looked into my eyes. But I actually liked the silence, the only sounds our bodies and breathing, accented with moans of passion.

I could tell Harry’s release was coming soon as his body quivered above mine. He kissed me hard and cried my name, causing my own undoing. I clawed his back and clung to him as we came together. A blissful sigh sounded from Harry when he collapsed, his mouth still lingering closely. My chest rose and fell rapidly as I tried to catch my breath. My fingers tangled in his curls, damp with perspiration.

“I love you,” I whispered against his lips.

“I love you, too,” he declared with a heavy sigh. Then he kissed me deeply once more before rising for the bathroom.

I was asleep before he even returned.

The next couple days were more of the same. Harry cooked for me, even though I told him I was perfectly able and knew my way around a kitchen. He insisted he had it all planned out, so who was I to argue? I did help him though here and there, stirring a pot or slicing vegetables. Mostly I just wanted to be near him.

After dinner, we brought our wine glasses to the living room. We made love on the rug next to the fireplace, the Christmas tree lights glowing. I was glowing too. I never knew a man could make me light up so much from within. For the first time in my life, I felt what it meant to be truly desired and cherished.

“What are you thinking about?” murmured Harry as we laid on the rug. He ran his fingers through my hair as he propped himself up on his elbow.

I shifted my gaze from the Christmas tree to his face and smiled. “You.”

“Liar.”

I chuckled. “What makes you say that?”

“‘Cause you’ve been staring at that tree for at least five minutes. And I’ve noticed when you’re staring at something like that for a while, something’s on your mind.”

“So, I could still be thinking about you.”

Harry shook his head. “But you’re not. Spill.”

I sighed in defeat, blinking a few times. It was kind of scary how he knew me so well.

“I was just thinking about past Christmases,” I answered.

“When you were small or when you were married?”

Clearing my throat, I tore my eyes from his again. “Both.”

“Happy memories?” Harry asked softly and somewhat reluctantly.

Closing my eyes, I shook my head. “Not always.”

I heard Harry let out a breath as his fingers grazed my forehead and my temple. “You can tell me," he whispered.

Shaking my head again, I looked up at him. “I’d rather not.”

“Not even a good story?”

I considered his question for a moment before grinning with a nod. “Okay, I got one. Remember that Buckingham Nicks album?”

“Of course.”

“My brother gave me that for Christmas one year. I’d recently discovered Stevie and had bought all her albums and all the Fleetwood Mac ones. But that one was out of print, and he found it at a used record store and surprised me with it. Best present I’ve ever gotten.”

Harry beamed at me. “There’s that look.”

“What look?”

“The one you had on your face that night of our...first date.”

“You still remember that?”

“‘Course I do,” he smirked. “And I said you have that look when you talk about music and your kids.”

“And when I look at you,” I finished.

“Mmm.”

I slithered closer to him, touching his arm with my hand. “Are you saying I don’t look at you that way anymore?”

“No, you do,” Harry nodded, “it’s just...different.”

“Different how?”

His tongue poked out of the side of his mouth as he considered his reply. Then lowering his arm, he rolled over to lie above me. I furrowed my brows in question as he stared down at me.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Showing you.”

Before I could protest, he pressed his mouth to mine. My body instantly relaxed as our lips and tongues danced and he rested his chest against me, tangling his fingers in my hair. Then in one split second, Harry lifted his body and hovered over me, leaving my mouth open and wanting more.

“There it is,” he declared, though I was perplexed.

“What?”

“The look. It’s the same...but slightly different.”

“I don’t get it,” I said, my mouth suddenly dry.

“Don’t worry,” he grunted as he shifted back to his side. “I do.”

I glared at him for a few seconds until he giggled and kissed my forehead.

“So your brother…” he commented, changing the subject. “Don’t reckon you’ve mentioned him before. You’re close, yeah?”

“Yeah,” I nodded. “Well, we were. I don’t see him much. He lives in South Carolina now.”

“Older or younger?”

“Older. Four years. But yeah, we were very close growing up. I was introduced to music very young because of him. He discovered the Beatles, so I did too.”

Harry continued to caress my hair as he grinned at me. “I bet you were really cute as a kid.”

I poked him in the ribs. “Hush, you weren’t even born yet.”

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“It just reminds me,” I remarked, narrowing my eyes. Harry rolled his with a groan as he laid on his back. This time, I turned on my side and looked down at him.

“Okay, we won’t talk about that. I bet you have some good childhood Christmas memories.”

“Loads.”

I smiled. “Share one.”

“Alright, but it probably happened after you were already having babies.”

“Harry.” I poked him again.

He side-eyed me with a smirk, then turned towards me.

“I was never good at keeping secrets,” he began. “Especially as a kid. This one year Gemma and I had gotten my mom a handbag for Christmas. I was so proud of myself for not letting the cat out of the bag. I’d made it to Christmas morning. But just as she was about to open it, I shouted ‘It’s a handbag!’.”

Cackling, I fell back on the rug. I could hear Harry laughing next to me, but I could barely see him for the tears of laughter streaming down my cheeks.

“Oh my God,” I giggled.

“I was a little shit,” declared Harry as I wiped my eyes.

“No,” I disagreed. I rolled over and took his face in my hands. “You’re so damn cute, Harry. Holy shit. I love you.”

I marked his face with kisses all over as he continued to chuckle.

“I love you, too, baby,” he said between kisses.

When I called Lorelei again, she informed me that Tod was coming to get the girls a couple hours earlier than he’d originally said, so they were already packing up their things.

“What should I tell him if he asks?” Lorelei inquired.

Upon my decision to come visit Harry, I’d told Tod that I would be “out of town” when he came to pick up the girls for his Christmas weekend with them, and that Lorelei would be at my place. I hadn’t gone into detail, and he didn’t ask, merely replying to my text that that was fine. And just to be on the safe side, I’d given him Lor’s cell number and told him if he couldn’t get her, to call my mother. So far, he hadn’t asked questions.

“He probably won’t,” I told her.

“But if he does?”

I sighed. “Honestly, Lor, I don’t care. Tell him the truth.”

“Really?”

“He got the hunch that I’m seeing someone when Harry sent me those flowers. I mean, you don’t have to tell him who, just that...you know.”

“Alright.”

“Seriously, though,” I pressed, “I doubt he’s gonna even ask.”

“Okay. Oh, I don’t wanna alarm you, but Jaz had a little episode last night.”

“Oh no.”

“She was okay. She didn’t have a seizure, she just woke up with some spasms. I calmed her down and she was fine. Went right back to sleep,” Lorelei explained.

“Poor thing,” I mumbled.

“She’s fine,” Lor repeated. “Really, Stace. I just figured you’d want to know.”

“Thanks. I’m really glad you’re there with her,” I said.

Lorelei handed the phone to Jasmine then and I had a short and sweet conversation with her, mostly to ease my mind. She sounded like the same ol’ Jaz, my sweet girl.

Emery got on the phone next and immediately demanded she talk to Harry. With a look, I handed him the phone.

“Your biggest fan,” I winked.

“Hello, Em!” greeted Harry.

“Hiiiii!” she sang so loudly I could hear her.

“How are you?”

I watched Harry smile, his beautiful dimples showing, and I took it as my cue.

“I’ll be in the kitchen,” I mouthed and rose from the couch.

Any other mom might’ve stayed to listen to the conversation, but I knew my daughter. She liked her privacy, and she liked when I respected it. Sometimes I thought she was nine going on fifteen.

I stood in the kitchen, taking a look around as though there were something for me to do in there. I opened the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of water and a couple of carrot sticks that Harry and I had sliced earlier for snacks. Leaning against the counter, I could hear Harry laughing, which filled my heart with joy.

But I also couldn’t deny the little feeling deep inside my gut that had been bothering and annoying me for the last couple days. It was that gnawing sensation deep down that seemed familiar, though I couldn’t pinpoint when I’d felt it before.

Uncertainty. That’s what it was. Fear of the unknown, the future, what was to come. I’d had the feeling last after my divorce. I’d been hollow, a shell of a woman, scared of taking a step for fear of falling deeper down the hole I’d already been trapped in. I’d been screaming to get out until Lorelei had helped me out of my depression by getting me to write again. Since then, I’d had a one-track mind, my compass leading me in the right direction. I’d come out the other side stronger. Then I’d met Harry.

Harry had said he wanted to be my future. But what did that mean, really? Sure, things were great while we were in our little hideaway fantasy. But reality was coming sooner than later. And I wasn’t sure if I was ready to face it.

I stared down at the counter, at my half-eaten carrot next to the longer, untouched one. I was the half-eaten carrot, I realized. Still good, yes. Still had some time left to be enjoyed. But already bruised and beaten, unable to return to the way it once was. Harry was the untouched carrot stick. Still young and full of life and promise. A beautiful soul unscathed by the trappings of mid-life and the road that had yet to take him there.

I cursed myself for being so negative. And for having the audacity for making such a hideous food analogy. I jumped when I heard his footsteps behind me. He set my phone on the counter, and I felt his arms wrap around my waist.

“What’re you doing?” Harry murmured against my neck.

“Nothing,” I leaned into him. “Just giving you some privacy.”

“She’s a chatter, that one.”

I grinned and turned around. “She can be if she has a good listener.”

Harry lifted his hand to brush a curl from my face. “She definitely loves her mum.”

“You were talking about me?”

“A little. She says she misses you and can’t wait to see you for Christmas. Are you gonna eat that?”

I blinked and shook my head as Harry reached for the uneaten carrot stick.

“What else did you talk about?” I inquired as he took a bite.

“Um...she wanted to know what I got you for Christmas, and since I’m your boyfriend it better be something good.”

“She did not!”

Harry laughed. “Okay not in those words. But she did ask what I got you, and she said she’s glad I’m your boyfriend.”

I covered my heart with my hand and sucked in my lips. “She did?”

“Mmhm,” he nodded and swallowed. Then with a grin, he slid his hand across my waist, pulling me to him. “And y’know what? ‘m kinda glad too.”

With a tilt of his head, Harry kissed me softly. And just like with every kiss, my tension and worries melted away, and I was weak in the knees.

“Hey,” I said suddenly. “Since when are you giving me a present? I thought Lorelei said you said no presents.”

Harry smirked as he rubbed his hands down my hips and back up. “I said that you didn’t have to give me anything. I didn’t say anything about me giving you something.”

I gave him a look. “But I thought this was my gift. This trip. This...place. With you.”

“Eh…” Harry hesitated, nodding his head from side to side. “It’s...part of it.”

“Harry Styles…”

“Wha?”

Pursing my lips, I lightly slapped his chest. “I got you something too.”

Harry chuckled, “You did?”

“It’s not much,” I looked down at my fingers against his white t-shirt. I could see the outline of his tattoos and I began to trace them. “But I wanted you to have something to unwrap before I leave.”

Quirking a brow, he slid his hands under the hem of my sweater.

“Not that,” I giggled. “A memento.”

“Trust me, I’ll remember,” Harry growled.

“God, you’re randy,” I quipped, pushing him away just far enough that his lips couldn’t reach me. He laughed harder.

“I’m just teasing you, baby,” he insisted, pulling me back and wrapping his arms around me. “I think it’s very sweet. Can’t wait to see it.”

Sliding my hands up his chest, I smiled at him. “So when are we doing this gift exchange?”

“I was thinking tomorrow night. Before you go home.”

“Ugh,” I scowled. “Don’t say those words.”

“What words?”

“Go home.” I stuck out my bottom lip in a pout and Harry copied it. Throwing my arms around his neck, I murmured, “I don’t wanna.”

“Jaz and Em would miss you,” said Harry as he rubbed my back.

“I know,” I sighed. “But I’ll miss you.”

Harry and I got up early the next morning. Though I’d enjoyed our time together inside immensely, I felt like I’d missed out a little bit on seeing the beauty outside. So, Harry agreed to take a stroll with me at sunrise, checking out the local environment.

Though the day was absolutely stunning, about ten minutes into our walk, I began to think I’d made a massively wrong decision. I was freezing and my fingers were already getting numb, even in the pockets of my wool coat. I could barely even look up at Harry for the cold wind blowing in my eyes, but I was grateful when he took my hand and rubbed it between his own.

We came across a little shop at the end of the road where Harry said we could stop for coffee, but mostly I think it was to get me out of the cold. I’d tried to pretend it wasn’t too bad, but frankly, as much as I hated to admit it, I was a Texan and not used to such frigid temperatures.

I took in a deep breath as soon as we walked in, and I heard the jingle of the bell on the door. The shop smelled amazing. It smelled...like Christmas. Harry and I both ordered coffee and muffins and sat at a small circular table.

I stared at the small decorated tree in the corner as the holiday music played softly. I looked up at the door when it jingled again and an older couple walked in. The man nodded in our direction before stepping up to the counter.

“Morning, Louise,” he told the cashier.

“Good morning, Harry, how’s the weather treatin’ ya?”

I giggled behind my mug and eyed my Harry who winked at me.

“Oh, I’ve certainly seen worse. Can’t right complain, really.”

“Harold, you silly prat! You were just saying how the crops could have frozen overnight,” said the old woman beside him.

“But they didn’t, Millicent, did they?” her husband argued.

With a sigh and a roll of her eyes, Millicent turned around and took a seat at the table next to ours. Though the room was small, there were still several empty tables, and I wondered why she chose to sit beside us. Until she looked at us and smiled.

“Harold’s always been a glass is half full kind of fellow,” she remarked. “We have a farm and for years I’ve told him it’s not worth the winter freeze. But would he listen to me? No! ‘Just one more season, Millicent,’ he says. ‘You’ll see.’ Thirty seasons later, and we’re still here.”

I smiled back at Millicent as I felt Harry’s hand grab mine under the table. Harold joined his wife and set a mug in front of her. But she barely acknowledged it. Her gaze seemed to be fixated on me.

“They’re a lovely couple, aren’t they Harold?”

I raised my brows and looked at Harry who grinned at me.

“Yes,” Harold nodded, setting down his coffee. “I reckon you think they look like you and me when we were young.”

“Well, don’t they?” asked Millicent.

“Pardon my wife,” Harold addressed us. “She seems to go down memory lane every time she sees a young couple.”

“Nothing wrong with that,” said Harry.

Millicent beamed wider and sat back. “See?”

“Here you go Harry and Millie,” sang Louise as the rounded the counter with two plates. She set them in front of the older couple who thanked her. I wondered if they only called each other Harold and Millicent and everyone else knew them as Harry and Millie. I figured it was likely.

“I remember being that young,” Millie continued to muse. “Harold was tall and thin like you. Even had a green cap if memory serves.”

Harry smiled at her. “You don’t say.”

Millie nodded, then leaned forward. “What’s your name, love?”

“Harry,” he replied.

“Harold!” Millie poked her husband who nearly dropped his fork.

“You’re joking, lad!” he exclaimed.

Harry chuckled. “No, I’m not.”

“And what’s yours?” Millicent addressed me.

“Stacey,” I shrugged, embarrassed and disappointed that it wasn’t Millie.

“Oh,” she said softly. “That’s not my name, but it’s a lovely name.”

Harold scoffed. “You didn’t have red hair either.”

“Shh,” Millie swatted at her husband. “I could have. They don’t know that.”

That made me laugh out loud and I squeezed Harry’s thigh. He covered my hand with his as he joined me with a giggle.

“How long have you two been married?” asked Millie.

“Oh,” I blushed, “we’re not married.”

“Forgive me,” Millie gasped, clutching her chest. “I get carried away sometimes.”

“Yeah, you do,” mumbled Harold as he bit into a biscuit.

“You just look so...perfect for each other. Such a handsome twosome. I just assumed.”

Sucking in my lips, I turned to Harry and couldn’t help but lay my head on his shoulder. I felt him shake with laughter as he spoke.

“No worries, Millie,” he said. “We aren’t married. But we’re…”

I felt him turn his neck so I lifted my head as he looked into my eyes.

“...very much in love,” he finished.

“How marvelous!” I heard Millie exclaim as she clapped her hands. But I just continued to stare at Harry. My Harry. He mouthed the words I love you as Millie rattled on about something else. I felt like I was momentarily in a bubble, like our own personal snow globe.

The jingle on the door made me blink, followed by a squeal-like cheer from Millie. I turned to see her get up from her chair and greet the young woman and her baby. She cooed at the little one in the buggy and then waved at me.

“Come see, Stacey,” she insisted. “This is my great granddaughter!”

I pushed back my chair and walked over to Millie hovering over the pram.

“She’s beautiful,” I said softly.

“Her name is Annabel. And this is her mummy, my granddaughter, Iris.”

I said hello to Iris and told her congratulations. Tiny little Annabel babbled up at me as I reached my hand to her, and she took my finger. She reminded me of my girls when they were babies.

“Hi there, Annabel,” I suddenly heard Harry say. I hadn’t noticed he’d joined me; I’d been so lost in babyland. I felt his hand on my back as he reached in and took the baby’s other tiny fist.

“You two will have a little one someday, yes?” remarked Millie.

I looked up at her, wide-eyed and speechless. How young did she think I was?

“I...don’t know,” I shrugged nervously. It was all I could say. I wasn’t about to explain I’d already had two. And they weren’t babies anymore. My baby days were...long gone.

“You would have beautiful ones,” Millie added. Suddenly, I didn’t feel so well.

“Millicent,” Harold cleared his throat behind her.

“Sorry,” she said. “I’ve probably overstepped my boundaries again. I just think everyone should have a baby. They’re God’s blessing.”

I smiled at her, to reassure her there were no hard feelings. But my tummy said otherwise.

“We should probably head back,” Harry murmured in my ear. I nodded and stood up straight.

“Nice to meet you all,” I waved.

“Same here, love,” said Millie. “Happy Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas,” Harry and I called in unison.

Outside in the frigid cold, Harry wrapped his arm around me as we trekked back to the B&B. I had so much on my mind, and I knew Harry could tell, but like the gentleman he was, he remained quiet. This time I was grateful for the sound of the wind whooshing through my ears. When we reached the front door, however, I could feel my cheeks were wet. I didn’t think I’d been crying, so it must have just been from the chill. I wiped them with the back of my hand as I sniffled. Pushing the door open, Harry stepped inside the warm house, and I followed. I shook out of my coat, hanging it on the nearby coat rack. Immediately Harry’s hands landed on my face, cupping my cheeks as he wiped the two tears I must have missed with his thumbs. He opened his mouth as though to speak, but instead he filled the silence with a kiss. I leaned into him, sighing when our lips separated, my arms dropping to my sides.

“I love you,” he murmured against my mouth.

I licked my lips and nodded. “Me too.”

Noticing I wasn’t looking at him, but instead at his chest, he touched my elbow.

“Stacey?”

I said nothing as I slipped my arm from his grasp and headed for the stairs. I could hear him follow me, his feet taking each step behind mine until we reached our room. I stopped at the french doors and stared out into the backyard. I felt him behind me, silently waiting for me to turn around, or to say something. Finally, he seemed to give up and try a different tactic. I felt his arms loop around my waist, his breath in my hair.

“That Millie was quite chatting you up, wasn’t she?”

I nodded. “She’s a sweet lady. I liked her.”

“But you didn’t like all the things she said.”

“I liked them just fine,” I commented.

“Stacey. Baby, talk to me.”

Letting out a long breath, I decided I needed to ask him. “Harry, do you want kids?”

The next few seconds were so quiet I could’ve heard a pin drop.

“I do,” Harry finally said. “Someday.”

“Hmm,” I sounded, unsure of what to say next. So I just said what came out of my mouth. “You know that can’t be with me though, right?”

“I...don’t know that.”

Turning around, I could already feel the tears forming in my eyes. I clenched my teeth as I looked up at him, wanting so badly for what I was about to say to be untrue.

“Harry, I’m forty years old.”

“So?”

“So...when you’re finally ready for kids of your own...when someday comes around...I’ll be too old.”

Harry let out a puff of breath, a chuckle, and it irritated me.

“What?” I glared at him.

“Stacey...you’re being ridiculous.”

“Am I?”

“Yes,” he nodded. “Are you wanting a baby right now?”

“No.”

“Well, neither am I.”

“But you just said-”

“Would I like kids someday? Sure. But I’m not giving up someone I love and the time I could be enjoying with them now because of something that may or may not happen in the future.”

I shifted my eyes around the room, then back at him. “I’m not sure that makes me feel any better. You said you hoped you were my future.”

“I do!” Harry took my hands. “Baby...I want to be with you. I don’t know how much more I can show you, that I can prove that to you. But I’ll gladly keep trying.”

“But wh-”

Harry silenced me with his finger. “No buts. Remember?”

“You just said a but.”

“You’re pushing my buttons, woman,” he scoffed.

“Ha! There’s another!”

“That wasn’t a but-” he began before I crashed my lips to his.

I started to chuckle against his mouth as he tickled my sides and guided me to the bed. I laughed harder when he found my most ticklish spot and pinned me down.

“Stop, Harold!” I shouted, trying to push his weight off of me. But it was no use.

“Hey, my name’s not Harold, Millicent!”

We both ended up in a fit of giggles followed by heavy breathing as we lay side by side. I played with his fingers, tracing his cross and anchor tattoos.

“Will you wear that red dress again tonight?” he asked me.

“Why?” I smirked.

“Because it’s our Christmas night. But mostly because you look beautiful in it.”

I smiled and rolled over, kissing his gorgeous face from forehead to chin.

“Anything for you, sugar,” I agreed. “And I won’t count that as a but.”

A/N: I have no recollection of where that gif above came from. I just remember finding it while I was writing this and saved it. Wattpad has it blocked, but hopefully tumblr won't lol.

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