#I got too watermelon sugar *high*

[always-aqua]

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[tsukimefuku]

lollipop kiss 🍭 kusakabe atsuya

summary: your workplace crush, kusakabe, is pretty dense when it comes to romance, so you try to ease things out with a bag of lollipops.

cw: gn!reader x kusakabe, comedy, fluff, this man is completely clueless but reader isn’t making things any easier. making out and happy ending. there is a bartender very invested in the drama. a little suggestive if you squint.

wc: 1.4k

notes etc.: my contribution for the foodies and goodies challenge. i’m not tagging myself because the voices in my head haven’t reached that point yet. special thanks to @jjk-eugie for inspiring me, i had hit a slump on this (you can read their kusahigu fic that saved my life here). song (?) > sugar, sugar (the archies). I had a lot of fun writing this, hope you enjoy it too!

Here’s the thing - Kusakabe was a brilliant sorcerer. He was regarded by all of the other first grades as the strongest first grade there was.

Regarding human matters, though, he could - and frequently would - be dense like a rock.

To put it bluntly - not a door, but just as thick. 

So when it came to romance, attempts to get his attention usually fell on deaf ears. 

When you realized you had it down bad for him, you knew you were in for a ride, to say the least.

First, there were the coffee attempts. You had to call him out for a coffee around three times before he accepted it - according to him, there was no need to spend money going out for coffee when Jujutsu High provided you all with free vending machine coffee. You had to patiently explain to him that leaving the premises for a while was the actual goal.

Then, came the drink nights. These weren’t particularly hard, given he did like his alcohol, but he always invited someone else to tag along. Utahime had the good sense to stop going after realizing what you were trying to do when inviting Kusakabe out, but you weren’t as lucky with the other sorcerers.

And finally, something about the days you went out together always gnawed at you. You felt like Kusakabe was in an unreadable state of mind. He’d either stare at you when you weren’t looking - fully believing you didn’t notice it -, or be the most unbothered person in that place. Whenever you approached him trying to make a move, he would act like he had absolutely no interest in you.

It was driving you insane.

Tonight, you were both sharing a few drinks after a particularly gnarly day at work, exorcizing curse after curse after curse. It was that time of year, after all. You were a few pints of beer in already, and he had downed at least two gin tonics by then. 

“I’ve got a gift for you, Kusakabe!” you chirped.

“Really? What? Is it a special occasion?” he asked while looking at you surprised.

“No, I just saw it and I remembered you.”

You pulled a giant sack of lollipops from your bag and put it over the counter.

The bartender was looking from afar, and had taken the dynamic between you and Kusakabe as a live soap opera of sorts, one new chapter each week. Last week, you seemed particularly annoyed at the sorcerer and he didn’t notice it - as he usually wouldn’t unless you were literally screaming at him.

“Okay...” Kusakabe offered, slightly uncertain as he pulled the bag towards him. 

“This supposedly has five flavors - peach, strawberry, mango, pineapple and watermelon. Since you always have a lollipop with you, I thought it would come in handy,” you chimed in, sparing him a smile. 

“That’s... thanks,” was all he said, and for a moment you thought you saw his face and the tips of his ears take on a dusty pink tint. 

“So... let’s taste it?” 

“Hm... what?” 

His face grew redder, and you were almost sure it wasn’t your imagination. 

“The lollipops, Kusakabe. Taste the lollipops.” 

The bartender scoffed from the other side, keeping down a chuckle.

“Oh! Yeah, sure,” Kusakabe replied, pulling the bag open.

And off you two went pulling lollipop after lollipop from the bag, one of each flavor. 

After about an hour or so of chatting and candy, he pulled the only pineapple one there was inside the bag and shoved it into his mouth.

“Oh, that’s the only pineapple one,” you noted. The liquor-bought courage was finally kicking in, and you were ready to make a move. 

“Hm, really? I’m sorry, I didn’t notice,” he replied, brushing the nape of his neck with his hand.

“Oh, it’s no trouble. Perhaps I can still taste it,” you remarked, a cheeky smile pulling on your face as you edged yourself closer to him.

The bartender heard your words and stepped nearby, fairly ignoring someone that was calling from the other side of the vicinity.

This was it. All the drama and emotional investment... The pay-off was finally coming. 

“Oh, sure. Of course,” Kusakabe replied, and he signaled for the bartender, which got you and the bartender thoroughly confused, “can you get me a glass of water, please?”

It all went swiftly, much to yours and the bartender’s shock. Kusakabe got the glass of water, pulled the lollipop from his mouth, put it into the water and pushed it into your direction.

He seemed pleased with himself in finding a solution for a non-existent problem.

This man better be joking.

“Kusakabe, you moron!” You exclaimed angrily.

“What!? What happened? What did I do!?” Kusakabe asked in earnest, which just served to deepen your annoyance.

“I was asking for a kiss!” you furiously retorted.

He only registered the ‘I was asking’ part.

“Why not just ask for what you want?! Why can’t people simply ask for things directly?! I’m not a psychic!” 

The bartender’s mouth formed a silent ‘o’ before it got covered with an incredulous hand.

The plot thickens.

“God, you have no ease for subtleties! How is that possible!? Are you even human!?” you were actively yelling at Kusakabe by that point, lifting yourself up from your seat.

“And are you allergic to communicating directly what you want?!” he retorted, feeling unjustly chastised for not understanding something he had no obligation to guess in the first place.

You grunted, enraged, and began stepping away from him, towards the bar’s exit. After you left, he face-palmed, upset that somehow, things went south with you again.

Only then it dawned on Kusakabe you said you wanted to kiss him.

“Fuck, I’m an idiot,” Kusakabe muttered to himself.

“Kind of,” the bartender mindlessly replied, forgetting this wasn’t an actual soap opera on TV, but a pretty interactive show.

“Huh?” the sorcerer questioned, not sure if he heard it right.

“I mean... I can put it all on your tab and you go after... Uh... it’s fine.”

Looking at the bartender, Kusakabe inhaled deeply and nodded, grabbing the lollipops bag, shoving it inside his trench coat’s pocket, and running after you.

“Hey!” Kusakabe exclaimed when outside, seeing you a little further ahead on the street. 

You heard his voice and picked up your pace, taking a turn into a smaller, secondary street. 

“Come on, I know you heard me, slow down!” his steps came quicker, and in a second he was right beside you, while you huffed and puffed in frustration.

“Just let me go home, Atsuya! This is too humiliating. I thought you liked me, but I think I’m the moron who got it all wrong!”

He held your arm and you halted your stomping, even though you kept staring at the ground, thoroughly embarrassed.

“You... didn’t,” he stated, voice uncharacteristically faltering.

“... What?”

Kusakabe delicately turned you to look at him and cupped the side of your face with his hand. His eyes were locked to yours, and for a moment, you felt your heart fluttering in your chest. You could smell the sweet, alcoholic scent from his breath, and that was when you realized just how close he was.

“I-“ he stuttered for a moment before clearing his throat, “I’m going to kiss you now.”

Your breath got caught in its way out for a second before you replied.

“Okay.”

He closed the gap between you both, pressing your bodies together with his hand over your back, and his lips descended to yours softly, waiting for you to meet him halfway. You pressed back against him, drawing both your hands to the nape of his neck, and deepened the kiss instantly, robbing him of a gasp.

Your tongue teased the seam of his mouth, and he welcomed you in, pressing his own tongue over yours. 

Oh, you definitely tasted that pineapple lollipop.

His aftershave still lingered on his skin, and it smelled minty fresh, filling up your nostrils in an instant as your lips slid over each other.

You both parted for a moment.

“You know what?” you said with a smirk forming on your face.

“Hm, what?” he genuinely asked.

“I think the pineapple one was my favorite flavor.”  

With an amused expression, he suddenly bit your chin, planting quick pecks and kisses down your jawline and neck. 

You chuckled, asking, “since we’re out of the bar, would you like to come over to my house? I remember there were still a lot of lollipops in that bag and I don’t feel like leaving them all to you.”

With a mischievous smile on his face, he pressed a quick kiss on your lips before replying.

“Of course.”

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[lilystyles]

watermelon sugar, highhhh.

part two of the no strings attached series by @lilystyles

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authors note part two baby, enjoy! i hope you all like it i'm still a bit iffy about it! gif creds to original owner. BTW THANKS SO MUCH FOR ALL THE LOVE ON THE FIRST PART OF THIS SERIES KISSES TO U ALL I APPRECIATE ALL THE REBLOGS AND LIKES XX (i can't believe the amount of likes fr!)

brief description basically why harry wrote watermelon sugar high, in my head at least anyway. ;)))

warnings! mentions of sex and sexual themes, smut! (f! receiving, fingering) drug abuse (reader doesn't participate), and swearing. around 5k words :)

inexperienced!virgin!reader x high!fwb!harry

* * * * *

It had been a few weeks since she last saw Harry. She had been avoiding the whole situation completely. If someone asked her she’d deny avoiding him. But whenever she shut her eyes all she saw was him, those green eyes. So he wasn’t forgotten.

Y/n was absolutely ruined that evening. After her long day of lectures, she was so overwhelmed this week and was not feeling her best. She felt like giving up and taking a nap. She had only just gotten home from uni and it was dark outside, she felt like she hadn’t stopped all week. So she was thankful it was a Friday because she didn’t know what she’d do if she had to get up tomorrow morning. She decided to take a long shower and wash the day off her skin and warm up. It had been a long cold and rainy day. She just wanted to get cosy and relax. Get out of this bra, these clothes.

When she got out of the shower smelling fresh and feeling warm, she decided to order Italian for dinner from the local place near her and have a quiet night in, she couldn’t be bothered to cook. 

The group had invited her out tonight but she was so tired she couldn’t be bothered. Anyway, Harry was going and she wasn’t ready to face him just yet. Things had been different ever since New Year’s. She felt different around him, and she didn’t know what that would mean for their friendship. She valued it so much and was worried she’d ruined it. She didn’t know what to do.

She called up the Italian place for dinner while scrolling through Netflix. She sighed, sadly. She felt so stupid right now.

She ordered enough food to fill up her rumbling stomach and pressed play on an all-time favourite comfort movie of hers. Notting Hill. God, she loved Hugh Grant. Harry used to make fun of how much she would watch this when they were roommates and honestly he wasn’t wrong. She watched it more than the average person, but was that such a crime?

She had gotten about a third of the way into the film when her phone buzzed on the table. She rarely got texts anymore, especially considering she only really talked to Daisy by text. She just called everyone else. She was expecting a drunk selfie from Daisy saying how sad she was sad that Y/n wasn’t there. But it wasn’t her.

NO CALLER ID

Y/n why didn’t you come out tonight? I miss you.

She was confused about who it could be. It had to be one of her mates. But seriously she had all their numbers. So who was this?

who is this?

The text was read instantly. Then three dots. Y/n’s heart weirdly began to race.

NO CALLER ID

It’s H. 

Obviously.

Who else are you texting at this hour, missy???

She giggled. He must be drunk, he was always like this when he was drunk. Even though she had been avoiding him; he was like a breath of fresh air. She had missed him. She now realised in the two years he had been away from her she had missed him, too much to let him go.

u drunk haz?

bc u sound drunk.

The text was again read instantly.

NO CALLER ID

I’m not drunk! How dare you!1!!!1

i don’t believe you harold.

NO CALLER ID

:((((((

Y/nnnnnnnnnn

why you sad?

NO CALLER ID

I want you.

what does that mean H?

Read. Then suddenly the replies stopped. Y/n felt stupid all over again but after ten minutes of checking, she put her phone down and tried to focus on the film. She was kind of worried though, was he okay? 

Thoughts of him disappeared as the food arrived. 

She ate slowly and sluggishly while Notting Hill continued to play. It was now up to the bit where naked photos of her had just been realised and she came rushing to Hugh Grant’s aid. She liked this part, it was so intimate and romantic. 

Her tiredness got the best of her though, her full belly and the warmth that her fireplace gave her sent her right off to dreamland. Notting Hill continued to play while she curled up under her old knitted blanket. Soft snores escaped her mouth as the fire crackled.

When she woke up it was probably around two am. She was startled and in the dark, Notting Hill was over, the fire had turned to coals, and the rain had turned to thunder. There was a banging at the door. She thought in her fuzzy mind it might be Daisy or even Miss Jones from next door who was an old lady that always thought Y/n was being loud. She sighed walking over to the door and opening it. Rubbing her eyes. Preparing for either a drunk best mate or an angry old woman.

It was neither of the people she expected. Sleep was still with her, eyes squinted and sore, and her voice was gravelly and quiet when she spoke. 

“Harry?”

He was smirking, of course, dimples and all. Eyes all hooded and sultry, he looked edible like this.

His hair was wet but his clothes were dry except for the tops of his shoulders. He was in a 70s ensemble. This orangey red shaded v-neck jumper was on his chest, some dark wash vintage flares on his legs, and some old white boots. His eyes were red and he was obviously under the influence. Of what? Well, she’d soon find out.

“Can I come in?” He asked. She nodded stepping out of the way. Even though things were different the love for him was still there, she’d have let him in her door no matter what, and she would always be at his beck and call. That’s what scared her. 

“Cute shorts.” He said touching her hip, Y/n blushed up at him. 

They were these old bunny print ones that were too small but she refused to throw them out. She was wearing the bunny slippers that matched too and some shirt that she actually thinks was Harry’s back from when they were roommates. It was navy and so worn it had faded.

He stepped inside. She could smell the potent scent of weed and his cologne. “I’m not going to lie, I’ve ‘ad some spliffs tonight. But I wanted to see you regardless. This just sorta’ happened, y’know how James and I get when we are together.”

Y/n did know. The number of times she’d have to help him get to bed way back when.

“Haz darling, I’m going to go home,” Y/n said softly. He was sat on the couch, high as a kite. 

“What? Why?” He sat up now. Hand reaching hers. 

She smiled. “Not really in the mood tonight, Haz. That’s okay though. Stay, have fun with James. Be safe, yeah?”

He stood up, all wobbly. She helped him steady himself. “Don’t go. Please?”

He got really affectionate and soft when he was high. She’d noticed that. Drunk Harry was all loud laughs and chaos. This scintillating star. High Harry was mellow and touchy. Like a teddy bear.

“‘M tired though, H.”

He grabbed his coat from the couch. “Then I’ll come too.”

She sighed pouting softly. “Not trying to ruin your fun, I know how you and James are.”

“You aren’t. Promise. Take me home please.” He said grabbing her hand. She smiled up at him. 

“Okay.”

“I love you, you know.” He said resting his head on her hair. “Y’one of m’best friends.”

“I love you too, Harry. Always.”

“Okay.” She said softly and he followed her to the couch, which was still warm from her sleeping body.

He put a hand on her thigh it was warm and soft to his touch, and he stroked it to calm them both. There was a nervous energy in the room, which was rare for them. It had always been calm and tranquil when they were together.

“Sorry for waking y’up.” He said, genuinely seeming apologetic.

“It’s alright, Haz. What’s up?” She had a feeling about what he’d say next.

He sighed. “I know we said we’d forget it, but I can’t. I really can’t.”

“It was supposed to be no strings attached…” Y/n said quietly. Because she thought that’s what he wanted.

He looked over. “I know. That’s why I came here.”

“What do you mean?”

He looked down at his hands nervously. “I wanted to talk to you about the whole one-night-only thing.”

“Go on….” She turned her body to face him, eyes glued to his handsome face.

“I want to be with you like that again. I want more than just that night Y/n. It's driving me mad. I want you so fucking bad.” He said waiting for a response, nervous.

She could tell he was high, but she could also tell he was telling the truth. He didn’t tend to lie when he was high. “Like friends with benefits?”

“Yeah sure….only if you want to though. I got the impression that you regretted the other night, but if there’s even the slightest chance you might want this. I need to know. If you don’t, well, at least I’ll know. It’s the not knowing that’s making me crazy, Love.”

She put her hand on top of his giving it a squeeze. “I don’t regret it, H. How could I regret you? I just- I don’t know how I’m supposed to be around you now.”

He laughed a short laugh leaning into her side. “Just be yourself Y/n.”

“Easier said than done.”

He just shook his head at her. 

“It’s a deal.”

Harry’s head snapped over, eyes wide and heart pounding so loud he could hear it in his ears. “What?”

She laughed, throwing her head back. “I want to. I really do, but you know we can’t do anything tonight, right?”

His smile quickly turned into a big pout. Hair falling over his eyes. “What? Why?”

“You are unbelievably high. Look at those pupils!” She jested hands resting on his cheeks as she looked into his eyes. There was hardly any green left in them.

“They always get like that when I’m with you.” He leaned closer to show her them. The green had been swallowed by black, his long eyelashes fluttering. His eyelids had gone all swollen from smoking. 

She rolled her eyes at him pushing his head gently away. “Shut up. You really are terribly charming. It’s annoying Harold, you know that?”

“Why’s that?” He smiled hands rubbing her thighs. Her soft plump skin was soothing to play with. His hands were calloused but still soft against her.

“I feel like one of your fangirls. Seriously. Speaking of which, we better keep this a secret shouldn’t we?” She put her legs to rest on his lap. His hand stroked her shin gently, relaxing into the couch. He leaned back against the couch, feeling calm.

He cocked his head. “Why?”

“You’re a rockstar. I’m just some random from Holmes Chapel. I reckon your fans will go crazy.”

He frowned. “They know who you are already but just for our privacy, I think so. It’s hard being under the spotlight. I don’t want your privacy taken from you just because of me. People who I’m seeing or any girl really get a lot of hate, I don’t want that to happen to you.”

She nodded, letting silence fill the space.

“Can I eat you out now?” He said abruptly. 

She laughed in shock her face turning bright red as she laughed loudly. “No.”

He pouted like a little kid throwing a tantrum. “I just wanna taste you.”

He knew how to get her all riled up. She hated it, he really was good at everything he did. Proving all previous fantasies to be correct.

“Harry, we can’t. It’d be taking advantage.” She replied, knowing she wanted him more than anything right now.

“Of who? Me? It doesn’t matter how sober, drunk, or high I am Y/n ’m still gonna’ want to eat yeh' out so bad.”

She laughed shyly getting up. She had never been so openly wanted, he made her feel sexy. It was a strange feeling because her whole life she had been told she was anything but. Especially because she'd gone this long being a virgin. “Let’s just sleep. Maybe when your sober, okay?”

He pouted again, grabbing her extended hand as she helped him find her room. His arms wrapped around her shoulders across her chest as he followed, feet heavy on the rug.

Her bedroom was chilly when they stepped inside. He clung to her for a moment his nose brushing against her neck, lips grazing her skin. “S’cold in here.”

“Yeah.” She replied, feeling goosebumps arise. She didn’t know if it was the cold or Harry who made her feel that way. 

He began to take off his clothes until he was just in boxers she was gonna offer him some clothes but he didn’t seem to care about being naked near her.

She stared at the art that was his body. She hadn’t had much chance to ogle him when they were together last. She noticed the new tattoos, itching to touch them, and ask about them but she refrained.

The tanned skin and rippling muscles, the whisps of hair on his chest, the snail trail on his navel. He was just fucking gorgeous.

“You're staring.” He said. She chose to ignore him, which only made him laugh at her.

She lifted the blankets for him. They were different sheets from last time. These were pink and Harry recognised them from when they were roommates. 

“In you get.”

He jumped in childishly and she joined him. 

Her window was slightly ajar so they could hear the rain bucketing down, it was loud but peaceful. He curled into her back. His hand slid onto her stomach underneath her shirt as he pressed her closer to him, soaking up her warmth.

“G’night, love.”

“Night Harry. Sweet dreams.” She replied.

He kissed her neck. “Trust me, they will be very sweet.” 

Harry was an early riser, he always had been. He loved the mornings. Even when they were roommates and he’d been out partying he’d still get up earlier than Y/n. She on the other hand hated mornings, she always got so grumpy and if he could he avoided waking her up at all costs. 

Even after his late night yesterday, he was still the first up of them both. It was around half past six, and the rain was still heavy and coming down. He sighed peacefully, Y/n was still curled up at his side soft breaths escaping her mouth. She looked so peaceful in his arms.

They’d barely moved all night, the last thing he remembered was her by his side tracing his tattoos with her fingers. Her leg was thrown over his hips and her arms were still clinging to his body. He could stay like this forever. He was kind of foggy after last night, he’d forgotten he’d come all the way over here, but it was a pleasant surprise to have her there next to him.

She moved quite a bit in her sleep, he’d always known that about her. She began to squirm a bit shifting her hips against his side, thigh rubbing over his boxers. “Mm.” She groaned, and he watched her to see if she was awake. But nothing. 

She kept wriggling against him, and against his own will, he felt his boxers grow tighter. He sighed, holding in a laugh at the thought of last night. It’s honestly the only thing that had been on his mind for days, which probably made him sound like a horny old bastard, but he’d never felt like that before except with Y/n. All she’d done was give him a blowjob and he’d had enough of those to know how it goes.

He’d even started a song about this feeling. It was in the works, but he had to laugh at himself. It was about the female orgasm. Or as he called it “the sweetness in life.” He really couldn’t help but let his mind wander to the idea once again. 

His tongue, her. How perfect would it be? Like art being made.

He felt her start to make more noise beside him, pulling him out of his filthy thoughts. 

“H?” She whispered groggily, voice hoarse. 

He looked down. “Hi, petal.”

She rumbled a groan, stretching her arms out her shirt riding up revealing her tummy. “What time is it?” He reminded her of a cat, all stretched out like that.

“I dunno, early though. Probably sixish.” He replied, hand rubbing her back. “How’d you sleep?”

“I can’t focus on what you just said when your dicks hard sticking into me,” She teased, “Can you start again?”

He laughed cheeks going a bit pink. “Sorry, I would’ve moved you but you are not the happiest in the mornings, I wanted to keep my head from being bitten off.”

She rolled her eyes ignoring that comment. “How long have you been awake?”

“A little while.” His eyes hadn’t moved off her face the entire time. 

“How’d you sleep?”

He pulled her closer, one hand on her lower back and the other on her thigh. She could really feel him now. It made this whole thing seem real. This was the first time they’d been like this when they were sober. Her confidence felt smaller and weaker. The tequila was what gave her the courage to get with him in the first place. 

“Perfectly.”

She just nodded trying not to focus on his achingly hard cock sticking into her. The feel of him already had her giddy. “Good. Can I make you a tea or coffee? You hungry?”

She was about to get up but he grabbed her. “‘M ravenous,”

She innocently started to list off what she had for food in her flat. “Well I have some toast, I can make pancakes, and I have cheerios—”

“You’re so cute, Y/n.”

She cocked her head. “Uh- Thanks?”

He kissed her hairline, “I haven’t forgotten our conversation from last night. Have you?”

She blushed, finally realising what he was insinuating. “No. How could I forget that?”

“Can I kiss you?”

She nodded, moving her face close to his, and their noses brushed softly.

As he leaned forward she could feel his warm breath on her face. He pecked her lips softly at first pulling back to kiss her nose too, then one of her rosy cheeks. Before finally placing his lips on hers firmer this time. It was deep and slow, with no urgency in it. He wanted to take his time and enjoy waking up with such an opportunity in front of him. 

He wanted her like this every morning. 

Y/n knew she’d never had a boyfriend let alone a friends-with-benefits before this. The most she’d done is kiss a few dates or strangers in a bar. But for some reason, she felt this was rather intimate for two people who claimed to be just friends who have just sex.

What drew the line between friends who are fucking and people dating? Is the fact they slept together and cuddled up all night something more than friends do? Or is it all part of this whole deal they had, did that just come with it? She had no idea, and she wondered if Harry was like this with everyone he slept with casually. She had to admit sometimes she got sad when she saw how he made everyone feel special. It made her feel just like any other girl he’d been with. When he was far from anything she’d ever experienced and honestly she’d probably compare every other boy to him after this.

That’s what scared her. 

And then of course she thought that if she wasn’t so inexperienced maybe she’d be calmer about the whole casual thing. But Y/n didn’t do casual. She was all or nothing. But if Harry wanted casual she’d do it. She’d do more for him than she cared to admit.

The kiss grew fierier and that felt more like the first time they were together — it was all tongues and teeth. He began to roll on top of her, pressing his hard cock against her and her yearning for him grew even stronger. She honestly thought herself pathetic for how wet he made her, they’d done practically nothing and already her heart was beating fast, her chest heaving against his.

His hands slid up under her shirt massaging her tits gently, as he began to kiss her neck. The hickey he’d left last had faded now which gave him the motivation to do another and who was she to tell him no? Her hands were in his hair massaging him as she sighed contently. Letting out moans every few seconds from the pleasure his touch brought.

How did he already know her body so well? It was like he could read her mind. And yet every move he made seemed so effortless. 

“Take it off.” Y/n sighed gesturing to her shirt. Harry didn’t need to be told twice, he ripped it off and throwing somewhere neither cared to look as his mouth roamed along the peaks of her tits, nipples suddenly hard. Her back arched up to his hot, wet mouth.

His tongue swiped along them and Y/n whined needily, her hands now on his shoulders as her hips bucked up. He sucked just below one of them, leaving a mark Y/n knew she’d touch whenever she thought of him after this. His hands were on her waist fiddling with the waistband of her very small shorts. He kissed down her stomach and on her hip tattoo. 

“When’d ya’ get this lil’ number?” He asked, moving the shorts to reveal a small yet noticeable tattoo. It was a little moth kind of similar to the one on Harry but smaller. 

“I got it with Daisy on a whim one night. I actually used you as inspiration. I didn’t know what else to get. I’ve always loved your tattoos.”

His heart swelled and he kissed it. “It’s sexy.” She smiled, face all pink, eyes soft. 

“Can I touch you, Harry?”

He shook his head and she frowned confused. “Why not?”

“Because I want this to be about you.” He replied. 

She pouted at him reaching for his hand. 

“Don’t give me that, be good f’me and let me make y’feel good Petal.” He said tapping it away.

“Okay, I’ll be good.”

He said. “Atta girl.” 

She felt her stomach twist in want. “You can take those off too.”

So he did. He had an inkling she hadn’t any undies under there and his theory was proven correct. 

“Sorry I didn’t shave, I didn’t know this would happen.” He looked up at her, his fingertips gliding up her inner thigh. 

“Don’t be silly, Y/n.”

Harry constantly raised her standards every second. 

“Don’t boys get repulsed by hair?” She asked. 

He laughed staring right at her dripping hole, his eyes looked hungry, lips slightly parted. “Yeah exactly, boys. Not real men. I firmly believe men who care don’t actually like pussy. I love pussy, what’s a little hair anyway?”

“I guess m’ just nervous, H.” She replied, looking away. 

He stopped, hands freezing. “D’ya want me to stop?”

Her hands moved from her stomach to his cheeks, stubble grazing her hands. “No,” She said faster than she had wanted to, which actually made him smirk. “I just- What if I do it wrong?”

“How can you do anything wrong? You just have to let me take care of you. Relax, Love. It’s just me.”

“Just Harry,” She confirmed and he kissed her thigh. She felt the stubble graze her and felt her pussy throb deeply. She was yearning for him. 

“Tell me if y’want me to stop, okay?” 

She nodded. “I will.”

He lifted her legs up placing them on his muscular shoulders, pulling her close by her hips. Every single touch and movement of his was teasing and getting her so worked up she was about ready to beg him for it. His breath was making her squirm against his face when he finally decided to kiss her puffy clit which was swollen in arousal. She was taken back to New Year’s when she kissed the tip of his throbbing dick. All pink and slick.

She let out a heavy breath shutting her eyes. One of his hands found hers and she held it, stroking her thumb over his knuckles in encouragement because she was worried her voice would be too shaky. Without further hesitation, his warm tongue lapped up all the wetness dripping down her pretty pussy. 

She whimpered. Was it supposed to feel this good?

He started to suck on her clit, lapping it up over and over. The noise of what he was doing to her was pure filth. Her hand was in his hair tugging at it as she cried out. She tried to stop her hips from squirming but it felt so good. 

“Fuck, Harry.” She said letting out a shakey breath when his tongue started licking her wet hole. 

She gave his hair a particular rough tug and he grunted against her. The vibrations made her whine.

She felt his free hand move against her pussy fingertips tracing up his spit and her slick. Before he began to tease her some more. The tip of his middle finger slid in ever so slightly, her hips leaning into the touch before he pulled away again. He was still harshly sucking her clit, and Y/n couldn’t help but whimper. 

“Harry, please.”

He looked up at her from his position. His eyes met hers as he greedily lapped her up. His finger went in slightly further reaching halfway before he pulled away again. She threw her head back in defeat. He wanted her to beg. 

“Please, H. I want you so bad.” She said, shutting her eyes. 

She felt him pull back for a brief second. “These kinds of things can’t be rushed, Babe.”

She sighed, he was taking his time with her, enjoying every sound that came from her swollen lips. The noise of her slick, dripping pussy against his mouth. The sweet tangy taste of her. Those hands of hers that ran through his hair and tugged when he did something particularly good. He was going to make sure she was satisfied.

He went straight back to it. This time his finger went all the way, knuckle deep, as he grazed that spot that made her scream. He heard her whisper, “Fucking hell.”

He pulled his finger out again. His tongue and lips still working hard against her puffy sensitive clit. She couldn’t contain her moans. They turned on Harry so much that every few seconds he found himself humping against the bed for some relief. 

Her hips bucked up, her thighs squeezing his head unintentionally. He made her so riled up she could barely control her body. Her legs were already shaking from the pleasure. 

When his finger slipped in the next time it stayed. She sighed contently as he began to thrust against her walls that tightened around him every few seconds. His rhythm wasn’t fast or sloppy it was slow but hard. A steady rhythm. They curled inside her and each time he hit that spongey spot and sucked her clit just right her eyes rolled back in her head. 

“Harry,” She begin to chant like a mantra over and over which only egged him on more and more.

She could feel her stomach begin to tighten, and her hands came up to play with her tits. Kneading them and pinching her nipples. The wave of her orgasm snuck up on her, her back arching and her hands finding Harry’s free hand on her thigh to squeeze in a warning.

“Fuck! I’m cumming!” She cried out. 

Harry felt her clench like a vice on his fingers as she got wetter and wetter. He felt it drip down his wrist as she whimpered. Her thighs clenched against his wrist as she writhed uncontrollably beneath him. His tongue and finger didn’t stop though. He looked up through hooded eyes at her gorgeous face. 

Her hair was fanned out above her head, tossed back, mouth agape in an o shape, and her cheeks were all flushed and pink. Her eyes rolled back as she screamed out. “Ah! Fuck!”

When she started to come down from the peak of her orgasm Harry continued helping her ride it out. She thought he would stop, she was so whimpery and sensitive.

“Got another one in ya’?” He asked, looking up. 

“Maybe.”

That was enough for him to keep going. He slipped another finger inside her, he started speeding up now. 

“Look at you, so good f’me.” He said, his voice all gravelly.

She whimpered pathetically, squirming. Already feeling a building in her stomach.

“All spread out, ruined, taking me like a good girl. Such a good girl.” Y/n clenched against his fingers at that comment.

“Jesus, Harry. You’ll be, ah, the death of me.” She replied. 

He just laughed at her. Starting to speed up his thrusts.

Y/n let her eyes flutter shut as she felt her second orgasm start to wash over her and she sighed. This time it felt even more intense than the first, her toes curled and her hands gripped the sheets. She felt a wild deep sensation inside her. “Oh, god. ‘M cumming.”

It washed through her entire body, pure pleasure overcoming her. When she opened her eyes she saw these black spots, her hearing stopped for a second and she let out a loud mewling carnal whimper. Harry was mesmerised by the sight in front of him. If he could he would do this all day.

When her body went limp he slowly pulled his fingers out and she suddenly felt so empty. 

“You okay?” He asked softly.

She opened her eyes, naked chest heaving. “Your…tongue…fuck.”

He giggled. 

“Kiss me, please.”

He placed a peck on her lips, brushing some hair from her face. 

“Thank you.” She whispered, fingers brushing his jaw. 

“No, thank you, Y/n. Been dyin’ to do that for weeks.”

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[hunn1e-bunn1e]

Sanzu Haruchiyou - "Watermelon Sugar High!"

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In which Bonten's number two tries a new drug that makes him feel like a kid again, but he just can't seem to get the same high he got that one time. Or; In which Sanzu Haruchiyo finds that popping pills and chasing them down with those watermelon bonbons you gave him have him feeling like he's on cloud nine, or maybe it was because you were there with him... Whoever you were... What was he talking about again?

Warnings -> Sanzu is high, the word 'druggie' is mentioned

                                                                                                   

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"Mmmmmn...."

He hummed; his head lolling to the side as it rested limply against the soft, cushioned back of the booth seat he was slumped over in.

He was intoxicated from what you could tell; the dilated pupils and head empty staring at the ceiling gave it away. At first, you thought he was drunk, but even after walking past him a couple of times, you couldn't smell even a hint of alcohol.

It had been a few hours since he came in, about an hour before closing, and he didn't seem to be in any state to be able to leave. He had ordered two boxes of dorayaki but nothing else. They must've been for a party or something since he didn't make any move to open the boxes, other than to presumably check the quality.

You felt kind of bad for him since he hadn't eaten any of the dorayaki he ordered and gave him some of the extra watermelon bonbons you made earlier today. He gave you a kind of confused-offendedish type of look before staring down at the little bowl of round, pink candies for a while. You walked away before you could see him eat them.

You've finally left the storage room and you can see that the bowl you left with pink haired man is empty. The only evidence of the bonbons being there was the last one that was pinched between his fingers.

You cringed as you heard him crunching on another one that was in his mouth and walked over to his booth.

"Hello again Sir; I'm glad you like those but you shouldn't chew them, they'll damage your teeth. They're supposed to be sucked on instead."

You tell him worriedly, resting one of your hands over the one that had the sweet.

He suddenly gave you the most guilty and heartbroken look you have ever seen. His blown-out, blue eyes trailed from you to the empty bowl as tears gathered on his lower lashes.

"Are ya mad at me? M' ssshorry... I didn't mean to... they were juss ssho tasty, I couldn't resissht..."

He whimpers as he lays his forehead on the cold booth table; bright pink lochs sprawling about the polished cherry wood.

You never knew a grown man could act so adorably before now. But that's beside the point; you've gone and made him cry! He looks so broken up about this too! You have to make him stop crying; it's breaking your heart!

"Hey, it's okay. I'm not mad at you, Sir. I'm just worried for your health, that's all. How about I get you some more candy and call someone to take you home? Is that okay?"

You ask him sweetly as you gently rub and pat his back to try and console him.

He lifts his head about an inch or two of the tabletop and turns his tearful, half-lidded gaze toward you. He sniffles a bit and brings a hand up to wipe away his tears.

"Yessh pleasse... wanna go hooome"

He slurs as his hands fumble with his clothes in search of his phone.

You leave him to find it as you go back into the storage room to grab him his promised candies; this time in a small takeaway container instead of a bowl.

Coming back with his sweets, you're greeted by two other people standing at his booth talking with him. You walk over to him and put the takeaway container on the table in front of him. The two purple-haired men look over to you in what looks like confusion but you only acknowledge them with a nod.

"I've got your bonbons, Sir. Do you know these two gentlemen? Are they here to take you home? If not I can call you a ride or take you home myself."

You ask him cautiously; eyeing the two men standing next to you every so often with suspicious looks.

"Don' worry! I know 'em from work; you don' hafta do more stuff f'me..... Ah! Wait! I never asked yer name! 'm Sanzu by the way!"

He stands up and turns to you with a wide, dazzling smile as he introduces himself just as childishly as he'd been acting all this time.

One of the two purple-haired men, the one with a jellyfish-looking hairdo, kissed their teeth at him; sending an annoyed glare his way.

"Don't just give your name to random people, you druggie idiot!"

They gripped; pinching the bridge of their nose.

The other man gives you an apologetic smile as they lead both the long-haired man and Sanzu to the exit. You can still see Sanzu energetically waving over his shoulder though, looking like he's trying to fight his way back to you.

"Bye-bye! Thank ya fer the candy!"

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I have a headcannon that Sanzu is just a big ol' sweet baby boy when he's high on certain drugs. You can't tell me otherwise; you'll have to pry this reality from my cold dead hands. Anyway, this is a product of that headcannon because I needed to write about my hubby today.

— Benny 🐰

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[hoe4sports]

Leave it all on the field

Ruesha Littlejohn x reader

A/n: No trigger warnings detected.

Ruesha had camped in you apartment for the rest of camp, and you didn’t usually mind but it was getting very depressing. Since she saw the picture of Katie and Caitlin a few days ago, she had turned into a shadow of her old self. She was not her usually bubbly self, and you were trying everything in you power to brighten her mood. You had told jokes, danced or jugged, sang and made food. When you woke up the last morning of camp before you headed to Australia, The land of Caitlin Foord, you decided that you needed to do something to try and bring the old Ruesha back. “Okay pretty girl” you said as you opened the blinds while she was still sleeping. “Today is the day” you said and she huffed from under the cover. It was not your dream scenario to live with her, sleep next to her and spend ever awake moment of your life next to her as her bestfriend, but life has a funny way of making things play out just as it wasn’t supposed too.

Ruesha threw her pillow at you, and you decided to change my tactics. If there was one thing she loved, then it was a good breakfast. You made sure to leave her alone in her, or rather your, depression room as you whipped up easy breakfast. Toast, eggs, paprika and watermelon. You made sure to make her favourite kind of blueberry tea, and then you went back into the bedroom. This time, you felt more determined . She was going to get up. You grabbed her covers by the corner, and yanked it off of her. “Shite, Y/N, won’t you leave a mournin to woman rest now will ya” she hissed. “Yes, I would. But you are not a mourning woman nor do you need to rest anymore. If you rest anymore then I’m worried that you will become one with mi bed.” she sighted loudly and tossed around. You walked around the bed and hunched down on her level. “Ruesh, I’ve made breakfast. Your favourite kind, I’ve even made tea. You would never let a good tea go to waste now would yah?” You said as you stroke her matted blonde hair, she sniffled as she sat up. “Okay, but only because I don’t like to let a pretty woman down.” she said as she marched to the kitchen. In your house, from your bed, in your clothes. Yet somehow, all she could talk about was Katie McAss.

You sat down next to her as a you bottomed a sugar free red bull while eating a protein yogurt. “Are yah ever gonna learn to eat real foods?” Ruesha teased, and you shrugged. “Why would I? Nobody is seeing what am shoving down my throat when I’m alone.” You said and winked. She just shook her head as she devoured the breakfast. You examined your garmin watch for a hot second only to realise that you were running late. You threw on your jersey, and Ruesha threw on hers as we panicked our way to the arena. “Jesus, if yah would’ve gotten that pretty butt up from bed the first 23 times I asked, then Maybe we wouldnt have this issue.” You said as you tied your cleats next to her. She laughed, but was quickly taken back by the view of Katie. Her now ex girlfriend.

“Ruesha, stop droolin’ would you, it’s not a good look” You teased as we walked out on the field. The coach shot you a weird look, which had you confused. “Is there a reason for your shenanigans now?” she asked as she raised her brow. You and ruesha would often do dumb stuff to lift the spirits of the group, but this time you were confused. You shot her an even more confused look, as she pointed to the number on my jersey. “Is this yet another joke about mi number?” You asked as the girls earlier had teased you for your high number, asking if it was your number or the amounts of yellow cards you had attained . You looked at Ruesha confused, and realised that she was wearing your number 30. You looked down to see that you were wearing her number 8. “Well, I suppose yah there is only one thing left to do.” You stated as you got into a weird stance with my phone in my pocket. It was already connected to the team speaker as i was the designated DJ. You then slapped on some “Tell me ma” and did a classic Ruesha jig across the circle the team was standing in. Everyone knew Ruesha was famous for her jig, so naturally that was the easiest way to resemble her.

Everyone including Ruesha was laughing hysterically, almost practically crying. Well, everyone excluding McCabe. She looked furious, but you gave no flying fuck as you went towards her and jigged around her in a circle as she tried to stumble you. “ yah have to work harder then that” you sang as you skipped over her legs. You then giggled your way over to Ruesha as you pulled her jersey of yourself mid jig, showcasing your visibly toned arms and six pack. You did a last high kick and spun around going out in an extravagant pose as you held the jersey out to Ruesha. She was now hysterically laughing and her eyes were watering, some of the girls were even laying on the ground laughing. “Alright alright, miss comedian over there, let’s practice now shall we.” The coach said as she too dried off her eyes after your little show.

“Yah mad woman” Ruesha stated as she was still trying to compose herself. You waited for your jersey but it became clear as day that you weren’t going to get it anytime soon. “I know you love a good view, Ruesh.” You smirked. Instead you warmed up without the jersey as we ran across the field and did our static stretching. Eventually, you put her shirt back on as it was boiling and you didn’t feel too excited to be burned by the sun. You caught Ruesha looking on more than one occasion, and honestly you didn’t mind.

As warm up was getting close to being over you could see Ruesha visibly struggling with her focus as she kept losing the ball. You went over to her as she whacked the ball in the ground. “Aye, ruesh, what did that poor ball do to you?” You exclaimed as you catched the ball before it bounced away to never land. “I can’t focus, I keep thinking about things I shouldnt think about, and then I drop it.” She complained as you listened carefully. “Alright” you said, “let’s try to use this to your advantage. Use all that negative energy to work your hardest. Use it to proving why you are going to be the one on the starting roster.” You said as you dropped the ball down and kicked it up high to her. “Leave it all on the field, love”. She nodded and catched the ball as she started tricking it.

“Yeees, Ruesh!!!” You cheered as she kept tapping the ball showing her incredible ability to control the ball like no other. As she dropped the ball, you nudged her. “You are totally gonna get your spot in the roster. Believe me babe.” You winked as you continued practicing.

[riebearsp]

I made some Asian medley vegetable potato soup (I added the potatoes just cause I love them lol) I used bone broth cause it low in cals and high in protein and I’m trying to up my protein intake. The soup is 150 cals and it’s soo good 😩 I can make the recipe if anyone wants it (just comment)

I had peppermint tea earlier, I got this 0 cal 0 sugar vanilla syrup and I used that to sweeten it a bit. I also got some Korean ginseng jelly and I’m not counting the cals cause I want to eat one everyday for the benefits and I don’t wanna ruin it by looking lol

I ate watermelon a hour or so after the tea, my usual time of feeling like snacking and it was so hard so I ate some watermelon.

I did a dance workout from YouTube earlier too, I think the dances I did were by dancefit sugar on the PS Fit YT channel. It was really fun I burnt about 400 cals.

In all today I burnt 906 cals and I might maybe still do my night workout later so I’ll update my cals burnt after :)

[amazingdeadfish]

HC idea, Macaque is sort of out of shape upon integrating with human society. (But is still way stronger cus he's not a normal monke)

This hc only makes sense if u search up fur-less monkies. (They're buff)

DF RAMBLE AHEAD (I got carried away)

I did on fact, search up hairless monkies for this. For those of you who see this and are also curious, here is a picture:

Those are really buff monkies, and they lowkey unsettle me a little lmao (to think Macaque and Wukong could, or once, or are built like this terrifying but also really funny).

Now, I really like this HC idea (because there is no way Macaque is in the same state as he was hundreds upon thousands of years ago, regardless of his "death"), but the reason he is out of shape might be worth discussion.

I think it might be because of the food he'd be eating, not lack of exercise, nor merely time and humans changing him.

Think about it. For centuries, generations, human society has cultivated food, invented recipes, and used selective breeding and genetic modification over the course of millenias to achieve the state of fruit and vegetables that we have today.

Like, watermelons:

I want to really lean into how humans have cultivated fruits and vegetables for this ramble though because, that's probably what Macaque has always mostly eaten and will continue to eat most of the time (well, kind of, we'll add to that later).

Fruit has gotten sweeter over the years. Too sweet. And there have actually been articles written about how it's gotten so sweet to a point that animals in zoos literally cannot eat them because of their high sugar content.

What point am I making? I think Macaque has teeth problems lmao (someone please get this monkey to a dentist). Solely because of this.

But that's a little off topic 💀. Because back to the point I said earlier, Macaque probably eats more than fruit and vegetables now. But not any good stuff. He probably eats a lot of stuff that is high on sodium like, I don't know, cup noodles or, screw it, an entire jar of pickles. He uses the juice to brew his afternoon tea.

Side note: In contrast to Wukong's peach chips, I think it would be fun if Macaque really liked dried mangos or something. Or prunes. Raisins even. Dried banana crisps too. Guys do we think he would steal invest in a fruit dehydrator? I think he would.

Add all of this up together, and no matter how much training Macaque does, he won't get back to his prime with his modern diet, haha. For Wukong on the other hand (who shouldn't have been a part of this discussion in the first place but I do want to mention him again), he lives on Flower Fruit Mountain so, I'll give the place the benefit of the doubt that the fruits there aren't that cultivated to the point of over sweetness and, I'm sure there's only so much junk food Wukong could haul over to his mountain or, his shame temple.

But it's alright, we had to nerf Macaque somehow/j.

[therealnightcity]

[Subject Interview: Ares]

NICKNAME: Ares is a nickname, actually. My full name is Arisa, but it's only ever that when I'm in trouble for something.

GENDER: Female

STAR SIGN: I'm a Tarus. (Bet you thought I was going to say Aries huh?) It says I'm dependable, and logical but also stubborn and set in my ways. I hope I'm the first, but I don't think I'm that stubborn, unless it's something that matters a lot. And that I'm attracted to people who make me feel safe and comfortable. I don't know who wrote this, but 'safe' isn't exactly in plentiful supply in Night City, or the Badlands.

HEIGHT: 6'3, (or 191cm for those of you across the pond)

ORIENTATION: Women please, not that I have anything again men. They're just not for me, thanks.

NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: I was born in the Badlands, but my mom was from Brazil, and my dad was Japanese. I never met him, he ran off before I was born. I never met him and yeah I wonder what he was like, but if he was a nice person, he'd have stuck around. I have two amazing mom's though, and I can't complain.

FAVE FRUIT: I love cantaloupe! Dakota grows these melons that are the best thing I've ever tasted. Watermelon too! Or cactus fruit (but its's even better as liquor, at least till the next morning.)

FAVE SEASON: Spring is my favorite--when it starts to get a little warmer, and the flowers start peeking out again. Everyone makes the Badlands sound like it's devoid of life, but they've never been to the places where the wildflowers have been growing back.

FAVE FLOWER: I've always liked California Fuchsia. It has these little red flowers, and soft green leaves, that look like they're brushed with frost. I try to take a sprig home with me when I find it.

FAVE SCENT: It'd have to be campfire smoke. Always reminds me of summer nights, and the smell of something good roasting over the coals. I also love the smell of oil--I'm sure it's not good for me, but it's familiar, and there's comfort in that.

COFFEE, TEA, HOT CHOCOLATE: Coffee for me, no milk or sugar, and preferably over a campfire.

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: I try to get at least 8, but let's be honest, that's a goal and not a given.

DOG OR CAT PERSON: Dogs for me! Not that I don't like cats, but I've always grown up with dogs. I have two, Luna and Jiji (who's the size of a cat anyway, so I think he counts.)

DREAM TRIP: I'd love to go back to Colorado. We traveled through the area when I was younger, and I've always wanted to stay longer. Or further up the coast would be nice too. Anywhere with nature, or open spaces. The cities have always been a little too much.

FAVE FICTIONAL CHARACTER POET: I can't pick a single character (there's too many I like) so you get my favorite poet instad. I love Jack Kerouac--there's this passage--

“As I was hiking down the mountain with my pack I turned and knelt on the trail and said ‘Thank you, shack.’ Then I added ‘Blah,’ with a little grin, because I knew that shack and that mountain would understand what that meant, and turned and went on down the trail back to this world.”

I don't know what his world was like, but I wish I could have seen it. One with "beautiful blue sunshine sky" or "hundreds of miles of pure snow-covered rocks and virgin lakes and high timber".

NUMBER OF BLANKETS THEY SLEEP WITH: I sleep with one, if the dogs don't steal it in the middle of the night.

RANDOM FACT: I know how to fly a plane! Not a big one, but my mom taught me. She's...a little weird about it when you ask her where she learned, but people have their secrets, I guess.

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Happy to talk again, if you ever feel like it. Sure you don't want a drink? I think I have a couple beers if you've got a while.

[jennyyy007]

PLAYTHING 🗝️ pt. 14

Shush

Cw: Violence, female whumpee, male whumper, punishment, humiliation, degradation, cruel whumper, slave wumpee

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Mary stares at her own reflection in the bathroom mirror. It’s unusual�� this time… the effects of her last punishment were hard to spot from outside. But that didn’t make that punishment less brutal… not at all.

“Mary! Make me another coffee”

The girl gets pulled from her thoughts before she hurries to the kitchen, preparing another latte macchiato for master. Isaac likes his coffee with milk but no sugar. She prepares it almost perfectly every time.

Mary finishes the cup of coffee before she carries the cute mug with the three small kittens on top over to her master. It’s his favorite one, he got it for his birthday from his niece. She serves it with a small bow before Isaac chuckles, taking it from her.

“I love how peaceful it is… Nice and quiet. No complaining or questioning. Don’t you think?”

Mary doesn’t answer him, her eyes slowly shifting down on the floor.

“You should be grateful Mary. That someone finally shut you up for good. Your voice is so annoying”

The girl makes a small whimper, tears building up in her eyes. She wishes she could argue back, reply to him, tell him that he’s wrong… but she isn’t able to…

Isaac takes another sip of his coffee before he rises from his comfortable reading chair, taking slow steps towards the girl and gently grabbing her jaw.

“Open.”

He commands as Mary looks up at him, teary eyed. The girls bottom lip shivers before she opens her mouth, revealing the crusted, red muscle… or at least what’s left of her tongue.

Isaac chuckles before he lets go, stepping back to his chair and sitting down again before he picks up the mug, sipping.

“Say something. A few sentences.”

Mary whimpers before she opens her mouth. Trying to ask him what for. But only muffled words, wailing comes out.

Isaac makes another laugh, looking right in her eyes, motioning for her to continue.

Mary starts to cry as she continues to talk, attempting to get at least one normal sounding word out. But nothing works… her voice is gone… her soft voice is completely gone. She sounds ridiculous. Like a dying whale… or a squealing pig whenever her voice gets too high pitched from her sobbing.

And Isaac is enjoying every single second of her pathetic nonsense.

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@a-living-canvas

@watermelons-dont-grow-on-trees

@theforeverdyingperson @stuffandthingsandandrew

[gingergofastboatsmojito]

Watermelon Sugar

Sydney was jamming with Tina on a Sunday evening, while the restaurant was closed and the summer was raging outside. They were locked in that kitchen for hours, AC at 68° and just letting their creative juices flow.

Syd loved anything and anyone who brought out the teacher in her, she loved Tina, and Tina loved Sydney and the molecular gastronomy masterclass she was giving her.

They were both giving some love to the Gariguette variety, which Syd said tasted a lot like Alpine strawberries and at some point, when Tina nailed the strawberry foam she was working on, following Syd's instructions to the T, she burst into song:

Tastes like strawberries on a summer evenin' And it sounds just like a song I want more berries and that summer feelin' It's so wonderful and warm

Syd's jaw dropped. "Mr. Styles! Way to go, T!"

"Yes, ma'am. Raising a Gen Zer has its perks, you know..."

Tina kept going and this time Syd sang along:

Watermelon sugar high Watermelon sugar high Watermelon sugar high Watermelon sugar high Watermelon sugar!

They even started dancing a little bit and all.

About 2 hours later they called it a day not before sharing all their creations in the group chat.

The one that got the most praise was the watermelon tequila cocktail Tina had come up with to end the masterclass on a high:

She actually named it: "Watermelon Sugar High" and made a point of clarifying that the alcohol-free version of it was delish too because she knew Natalie was still breastfeeding.

Syd totally backed that up by saying that she had tasted both versions and both were indeed delicious.

The only one who hadn't chimed in the chat was Carmy. As usual.

What no one knew at that point was that he was too busy apologizing to Claire across town, and flopping at it, hard.

A casual conversation that started at the same store where they once ran into each other after years of not even ranking within the top 100 on their respective minds and where Carmy had trouble remembering her name before giving her a fake number to cut her off, once again, quickly turned into a forced apology that he could barely voice out. But after trying extra hard he was able to finish the sentence:

"I-I...um... I'm so sorry, Claire. I didn't mean to end things like that. And I was ashamed about how I-I just let things..."

"It's OK, Carmy. Don't even bother."

"No, no, I-I-...I want to-"

"Really, no need. I'm OK. I just-I- I really gotta run now, take care."

Every part of Claire was yearning for Carmy to try to stop her when she turned around and started walking away, and he did. She smiled on the inside. She got him.

He grabbed her arm, firmly, without hurting her, but not letting go. She slowly turned around, not looking at him and holding her breath. Her eyes were glued to his strong hand, that held her arm tightly, and she found his tattoos fascinating, as she always had. Old feelings of lust crept up on her, and for a fleeting moment, she remembered how those hands felt on her skin back when she thought they actually had a fair chance to be happy together. Not that long ago, actually. But it felt like an eternity ago.

"Claire, I am sorry. Really, you have to believe me. I never meant to-to hurt you."

Those words ignited a fire in her that she hadn't felt in a while, a fire fueled by anger.

"So you're sorry about the result of what you did, not about what you did, which means you'd do it again if given the chance. Geez! Thanks, Carmen. I really appreciate it. Now can you please let me fucking go?!?!?"

He hadn't thought about it that way but turns out she was right. He was definitely not sorry about what he did and would definitely do it all over again, with only 3 differences: First, he would not stand Sydney up in Kasama to help Claire move shit, second he wouldn't have given Claire the wrong number, because after re-playing that sequence in his head over and over for months, he had come to the conclusion that not giving her his number at all would have been the best way to go and would have prevented the shitstorm from breaking altogether. And lastly, he would have let her go, that same night they first ran into each other, he wouldn't have attempted to engage in any sort of small talk, he would have let her go. That's what he would have and should have done.

She must have seen the realization that was hitting him, like a ton of bricks, all over his face because she started crying, broke free from his grip, and got the hell out of that store. Again, she was hoping he would chase her and not let her go. Every tear was a calculated effort to that end.

Carmy didn't say a word to refute her and just stood there. Petrified. Now he not only knew exactly what he was sorry for and what he was actually at peace with, he also knew why he felt that way about all those things and why he didn't feel in any other way.

He walked home melting the fuck down with every step he took and reflecting on how he should have thought about all of that sooner. And also on how much of a monumental fucking idiot he was.

At that point, he finally checked his phone only to find the group chat exploding with compliments and emojis directed at Tina.

He saw the picture of the cocktail she created and literally started salivating. He needed nothing more than that icy watermelon drink, with extra tequila.

"How can I get some of that, T?"

Richie was the first one to reply "Who the fuck are you and what the fuck have you done with Carmy?"

Carmy: "WTF"

Richie: "We all know he doesn't text back and he sure as hell never checks the group chat. Who the fuck are you?!"

Carmy: "Ha ha. Very funny, never quit your day job, Richie."

That's when T cut in and said that she had let Syd take the leftover tequila mix home because she didn't want to entice her son with it.

Syd: "Yep, I took one for the team because Tina's boy is a minor and is not allowed to drink."

Richie: "How thoughtful of you."

Syd: "IKR?"

Carmy showed up at Syd's place and she could not believe it was him when she buzzed him in.

But there he was standing right in front of her, Carmen Berzatto, the one and only, asking:

"Do you still have some of that watermelon stuff?"

"Sure do... C'mon in."

And so he did as he awkwardly smiled at her and she disappeared into the kitchen to start fixing the drinks.

Carmy followed her and offered to help her but she refused.

"Make yourself comfortable, I got this."

"K. Sure..."

Taking the hint, he left the kitchen and made his way back to the living room, finding a spot on her couch and fixating his eyes on the chair right in front of it that substituted the coffee table, which simply wasn't part of the landscape.

"Sorry, I have no tables yet. Getting there."

"Oh, no problem at all. Actually, I have a spare table that I think-"

"Thanks, but nope. I already ordered mine. Should be here by next week."

"Oh, ok."

"Here, let me show you. You're gonna love it, it's Italian but looks like Nordic."

Syd put the drinks on the chair and took her phone to show him the picture of the coffee table she ordered that was basically a geometric design with a top disc that rested on a base composed of 2 symmetrically superimposed truncated cones and that could be elevated by turning the top, which was hinged on the central-screw trunk of the base, allowing the top disc to be isometrically lowered and elevated at will, to make it more comfortable for other uses.

Syd's eyes sparkled as she described her new coffee table to Carmy and the excitement in her voice was like music to his ears. He needed that.

The short conversation he had had with Claire at the store, had left a bitter aftertaste in his mouth, but also a much clearer picture in his mind of what he needed to do with his life and what he had been screwing up with lately. Well, for a while now, he admitted.

Carmy was more sure than ever before about his motivation. He had always known that everything he did, he did it for Syd and for Michael. But he had never thought about why Syd meant so much to him. Well, never was too strong of a word. It did cross his mind but only briefly, during and after a couple of panic attacks. He had to sweep all that under the rug to keep going and he did and after doing that he never let himself go there again. He couldn't function at the level he needed to if he did, so that was not an option for him. Not to mention how positive he was about Syd surely not being on the same page, so what was the point anyway? However, Claire hit a nerve when she said that he was not sorry about what he did and that he would do it again. Because he would. He would go to hell and back for Syd a thousand times if he had to. And he had been thinking about that all the way to her place.

He had to see her, so he basically invited himself over when Tina said that the watermelon sugar potion was in Syd's possession.

They talked and talked and one thing led to the other and they started cooking.

And he was absolutely aware by the time she bent over to put those short ribs in the oven, that what they had been talking about when they came up with that recipe, felt a lot like foreplay to him. Maybe it was the watermelon drink talking in his head, and telling him to grab her by the waist, make her turn around, and kiss her with all he had and more but he couldn't stop thinking about that.

When she took the ribs out of the oven and closed her eyes saying "Mmmmm, smells sooo fucking good!" Carmy couldn't help but wish she breathed him in like that.

He wanted to taste her more than he wanted to taste those short ribs. Again, maybe it was the watermelon sugar high, but he kept thinking about how he'd kill to know how she tasted.

And later that night he sure did. He feasted on her.

And after that, Carmy just didn't know how could he have ever gone without that.

A/N: Obs this fic is inspired by the song, which I love and it just made me think about how funny it'd be to make a Sydcarmy love potion out of watermelon sugar. LOL! I also wanted to write a little bit about Tina, whom I think is a very underutilized character on the show. I have the feeling that when Storer starts writing her character in more scenes, those scenes will definitely be Sydcarmy scenes. Tina is one of the captains of the Sydcarmy troupe, we just haven't been shown that yet, but it's gonna happen, chefs. Let's just be patient. In the meantime, having her kickstart this Sydcarmy fic, just felt right to me. The dividers are by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more and the picture of the watermelon drinks is from Big Flavors from a tiny kitchen. Enjoy! (and cheers!)

Thanks for reading 💋

[danthediamondminecart]

hey what if we did that fake dashboard thing with rb battles. that would be funny i think what do you guys say.

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i don't have an 'evil me' blog because i'm just that cool. "the evil me blog wants to kidnap me and take my place" skill issue

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EXCUSE ME

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HAHAHAHAHAH @youdlookbetterinblue Imagine having an evil blog, could NOT be me

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HUH???

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When crows hold grudges it's 'intelligent' and 'really awesome' but when I hold grudges it's 'petty' and I 'need to get over it'.

#people these days smh #maybe if you didn't want me to hold a grudge you shouldn't have rigged your tournament!

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Gonna go fight Tanqr, I'll post a photo after!!!

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Man I'm not posting that I got my butt beat

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sounds like a you problem

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Don't Tell My Boss, But I Am Really Struggling To Repair This Charging Station. Fuel Readings Are Still Negative No Matter What I Do.

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WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU CAN'T REPAIR THE CHARGING STATION???

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Who Snitched

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LIVING ON A PRAYER*

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I AM RB BATTLES

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Oh no, looks like he walked into an electric fence and died in the middle of his sentence. Anyway, as I was saying.

I AM RB BATTLES

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Kreek and Tanqr have matching usernames now??? Someone should tell them to just kiss at this point

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This implies that you would kiss me if I put perfume on. Got something to admit, Tanqr?

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Happy Pride Month everybody

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who said that.

[dogsliampaynedoesntinstagram]

I’ve been thinking about what Harry’s next release will look like as well. I’ve noticed several comments on recent pictures of him about him looking “straight” or that he’s no longer queerbaiting or pointing out the difference between his streetwear and performance wear, and it got me wondering about what his best next options are. Can he carry on similarly to before and continue to dodge questions about his sexuality and claims of queerbaiting? Can he continue to find success without lore? What would be an interesting move for him aesthetics wise? I’m very interested to see!

I think it's an interesting time to speculate

I sort of dismiss out of hand any comments about him looking 'straight'. There is nothing about the way he has been dressing this year that is different from the way he has been dressing for years. Baggy trousers and a patterned woolen vest is a combo Harry has worn a lot. Why pay any attention to people who think it's a new look?

Part of the reason that I find that so frustrating is that the fact that Harry's engaging with men's wear is not news. Harry has always principally engaged with men's wear - and as I've been saying for ages - it is a bit frustrating that everyone seems to ignore that. But my slightly grudge is probably not the most interesting question here.

To me the most interesting question is where does Harry stand now - and what are the challenges he faces? (there is another question of how him and his team might see things vs how they might look from the outside - but that's for another day).

@statementlou just reblooged a post I wrote about breadth of fandom vs depth of fandom. And I think as trends of accelerated it can be put even more simply. There are two basic axes that impact a career of an artist - one is the number of people who will spend money (tour tickets, merch, and particularly albums as merch) and the other is people who will give you attention (streams and therefore singles charts, social media attention, and ultimately the feeling of being important).

Harry's career is at the moment defined by having had both at a very high level, but also the second half of 2023 showed that having a lot of attention can be a challenge to navigate and can create risks. It also doesn't seem inevitable to me that he will be seen as culturally relevant in the same way when he releases his latest album.

I don't think there's been much change or much risk when it comes to people who spend money on Harry Styles. He'll easily sell enough albums for his album to be seen as a success. I was wondering about tour - but then I watched this video - and I was like - oh yeah people love this and want this. Harry will have a very successful tour next Northern hemisphere summer - with everything that means in terms of both people go and people experiencing it on social media.

The risk then is in the attention part of being in music - and I think here there are two risks - one is that he's not seen as relevant and that's some sort of failure. And the other is that he does get a lot of attention and its negative in a way that's damaging.

One thing I realised while thinking about this - is that quite core to Harry's mainstream attention (as opposed to the buying things fandom) is that each of his albums has had a song that spoke very widely to either how people felt (SoTT and As It Was) or how they wanted to feel (Watermelon Sugar). And those songs allowed Harry to connect to the attention audience, without revealing too much about himself. Although I think it's important to note that Harry has always had lore - he's never had success without lore.

Ultimately I think there are two questions - one is does Harry have a song that speaks to the moment his album is going to be released and what is he going to say or not say.

I think it's useful to put any discussions about queerbaiting in that context in order to not overly inflate it. Basically I think if he avoids any uncontrolled interviews where people press to ask about his sexuality while pretending they're not - then it won't really be an issue. Those are the real flash points. If he doesn't do a profile, or if the only profile he does is in a safe (Rob Sheffield) pair of hands - then I think it's unlikely to be that big a deal. There are other approaches - he could say something new and specific that draws attention or he could come out - but both would be a pretty major departure for him. I think it's wiser to assume that Harry will keep doing Harry, while understanding that people first change

Finally, it's possible that his new album might be more on track with Fine Line before the pandemic than Harry's House. It's easy to forget now that Fine Line was a modest success initially. It was number 3 on the UK charts, selling 10,000 copies less than HS1 (the numbers in the US aren't really comparable, because of the various ways that Billboard gets jacked with merch, tickets and so on). It did have legs - but it was the Watermelon Sugar video that really moved both Harry and the album up in terms of attention. If it hadn't been for the pandemic things would have gone very differently. But Harry would still have had a solid career. Reaching the heights of the attention economy is a mixed blessing - and it's not usually the attention economy that creates the financial base for an artist's career.

[whatharrysang]

Harry Styles & thinking

Harry Styles 

Carolina - There's not a drink that I think could sink her

Carolina - How would I tell her that she's all I think about?

Sweet Creature - I always think about you and how we don't speak enough

Only Angel - But I think that's what I like about it

Kiwi - It's getting crazy, I think I'm losing it, I think I'm losing it

Kiwi - Oh, I think she said, "I'm having your baby, it's none of your business

Fine Line

Watermelon Sugar - I'm just thinking out loud

To be so lonely - Do you think it's easy being of the jealous kind?

She - And he's thinking of you

Canyon Moon - So I keep thinking back to

Canyon Moon - And I keep thinking back to

Canyon Moon - And I'm still thinking back to

Fine Line - So I'll get to thinking of her

Harry's House

Grapejuice - You're always there, so don't overthink

Little Freak - I was thinkin' about who you are

Little Freak - I was thinkin' about you

Little Freak - I'm just thinkin' about you

Little Freak - Just thinkin' about you

Cinema - I just think you're cool

Cinema - Do you think I'm cool too?

Cinema - I like it when you dance for me (I just think it's)

Cinema - I just think you're cool (c-cool)

Boyfriends - They think you're so easy

Boyfriends - It gets hard to know what he's thinking

Songs Harry wrote for other artists

I love you - 'Cause I love you, more than you think I do

I love you - That I love you, more than you think I do

I love you - More than you think I do (yes, I do)

Just a Little Bit of Your Heart - I can't even think straight but I can tell

Changes - Thinkin' nothing's gonna change

One Direction Songs Harry wrote on

Taken - Who do you think you are?

Taken - Who do you think I am?

Taken - You think I'm doing this to make you jealous

Same Mistakes - Think that we got more time

Still the One - You're all I think about, baby

Night Changes - And I've been thinking about it lately

If I Could Fly - I think I might give up everything, just ask me to

Olivia - Just thinking how I went about it wrong

Unreleased Songs

Baby Honey - Well I think I wrote a song that all your friends are gonna like

Baby Honey - And I swear that I'm not thinkin' 'bout you all the time

Baby Honey - I swear I'm not thinkin' 'bout you now-ow (over, over over, over)

Baby Honey - I swear I'm not thinkin' 'bout you now (over, over, over, over)

Half the World Away - I don't know half of what I'm thinking

High Tides - Think I'm blind half of the time

High Tides - I'm shit scared to think it'd be here right now

High Tides - I think you wanted to keep it

High Tides - Kills me to think that I let you down

Him - I still think about you all the time

Hunger - I guess I’m prone to overthinking

Medicine - I think I'm gonna stick with it

Medicine - When I'm all out, I think about the way you

Pick You Up - I think, yeah, you should follow, yeah, I can pick you up on my, on the way

Spanish Girl - If you think you like it, baby wont you let us in, maybe we can

Super Pretty  - After all these years, do you think of me

Super Pretty  - In the way I think of you?

Trouble - And I hope that you'll think of me like

Trouble - I think of you all the time

[jinx-on-mars-19xx]

Candy Hearts and Paper Cut Families

Gunpowder and Watermelon (part one)

Autocorrected Anxiety Attacks and Messy Sexts (part two)

Pachyderms and Pointed Teeth (part three)

Knocked Up Knockouts and Cheesy Puns (part four)

A Little Less Sparkle, A Little More Reality (part five)

The Overwhelming Significance of Surprisingly Small Jellybeans (part six)

The Folly of Fracturing Sharp China and Soft Hearts (part seven)

Fear and Lusting in London Flats (part eight)

The Inevitability of Egos Clashing and Vicious Tongue Lashings (part nine)

Of Sugar and Spice and Virgin Tight Asses (part ten)

A Rebel's Yell and a Gangster's Paradise (part eleven)

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: ABO/Omegaverse dynamics (knots, slick, vaguely confusing reproductive explanations), biting/marking, emotional talks, mpreg, Col getting in trouble, cuddly loving boys, hurt/comfort, coming out, come ons, boys in love 🖤 Rating: mature but like in a PG-13 way

Kells stared at his phone, a new alert was popping up every few seconds. It looked as if Gavin had taken it upon himself to get in touch with Ashleigh, they were buddies enough after helping with the single release and subsequent party and maybe Col hadn't gotten around to calling her soon enough but shiiit the boy had looked at him a certain way and opened his dripping thighs wider. He'd been so sticky the sound was fucking obscene and how could the alpha refuse anything he wanted? After an incredible fuck- love making session- the omega needed a snack and the alpha found his cell and groaned.

'Call me or I fly over there and cut off what you need most!', 'Don't make me find you!', 'That's it! You think I won't quit??', 'Col… I miss you.'

The last was what got him most and the pouty face emoji that followed. He loved all his gang but Ash was like his sister and he felt like an absolute dick. He rubbed a hand through his hair and sat his ass on the window sill, his thumb pressing 'video call'.

"COLSON! Shit, you're alive. Thank God. Are you okay?" Her worried face hurt his heart and the fact she checked in with him before screaming made him regret his dumbassery even more.

"Hey. I'm good! Great even. Shit Ash I'm sorry. I left a note?" He tried to give her his supposedly cute oops face but her glare felt like daggers and her high pitched scoff made his ears ache. She might not be an omega but her voice damn sure affected him. "Okay yeah but we've been over this before. I'm an idiot. Forgive me?"

"Oh we're not even close to that you dick. I think I deserve an explanation. From you not someone else. Now…" Her tone and eyes softened and a small hopeful smile curled her lips that she tried to bite back. He hated that she was worried about being overly excited for him but she knew him better than almost anyone. "There's a boy and a baby?"

His heart tripped over itself, it was real of course. He knew that. He watched his lover grow and looked at the grainy image of his pup every day but hearing his sister say it? "Fuck- yeah? Yeah there is. Ash… shit. I'm gonna be a dad." He hadn't said it so bluntly yet.

"And we're happy about this right? I mean you dipped out on your life so I have to assume… we're excited?"

"I've never been happier. God I know, I don't do this corny shit but… I'm happy. He's perfect."

"It's a boy? Or… Col, if I didn't know better I'd think you were in love." Her grin grew and he knew he was in for a world of teasing. It was deserved though.

"Shut the fuck up!" He cursed with a laugh, his free hand hiding his too wide smile and bubbling laugh. "No, we aren't asking but... You have no idea. Like fuck me I'm screwed Ash."

"It's about time someone leashed you! Settled the wild boy down. Is- Colson fucking Baker is that a MARK?" Her voice screeched in that happy bubbly way only chicks could do and his hand shot up to rub his scar. He'd deny until his last breath he blushed but his cheeks might have felt warmer.

"Hush it's… it's um… fuck. Yeah it is." He finally just shrugged and chuckled.

"I'm scared to ask where you put that poor boy's." She rolled her eyes and he flashed her his best patent smirk. Suddenly he felt hands on his skin, one sliding across his back tattoo and another on his wrist before finally there was messy hair poking his face and a head on his shoulder. "Dom oh my god hiii!"

"Bastard bit me chest 'is first night 'ere! Ello luv! I'm sorry I kept 'im 'ostage." Dom tried to give her his sweetest most innocent smile but the way she met him was on his knees blowing Colson that first night they made love so she knew he wasn't as precious as he attempted to appear. Ashleigh has been the only person on the rapper's side to know they'd hooked up, and Tom was his confidant. He felt terrible he hadn't pushed his daddy to call sooner.

"No! God no Dom! I… you don't know how happy I am for you guys. You both deserve this. I'm proud of him, honestly."

"What, you thought I wouldn't show up for my kid?" Kells couldn't help but ask, he hoped that wasn't what anyone thought.

"Of course not asshole! I know you better than that. I meant I'm proud it didn't take you long to get your head out of your ass and make the right choice with your mate. Of course you'd be there for the kid but letting yourself be happy?" The sigh that escaped her said a lot and maybe he couldn't admit it out loud but he knew she was right. "I love you asshole, I'm happy for you!"

"Even with the shit storm coming?" He huffed, arching a brow at the phone and Dom laughed.

"Fuck everyone else. Are you happy? Both of you?" She leveled another glare but glanced between them.

"I dunno, I could be 'appier if he was the whelped one. This shite is exhausting." The omega grumbled, making her giggle.

"Don't I know it. But seriously, you're all good? I'll deal with everything here and you can make whatever statement you want. I think you've got this though guys. You've got each other and that's what matters."

"So cheesy is a family fing? Maybe I should start calling Jellybee Mozzarella instead." The boy huffed but he was smiling wide. Kells curled an arm around him and pulled him into his lap, his palm where it belonged.

"Holy shit, you're so cute! Look at that b-"

"Beautiful bitch I know. You definitely weren't gonna say anything about-" Colson tried to help before Dom huffed.

"I'm round, I know. Bloody rotund even." Dom groaned, making them both scoff.

"Oh hon, I was already huge at four months! You're barely showing. Just steal one of his hoodies and you're set!" She cooed, trying to help relax him. Col was thankful, he loved the signs of his child growing but he knew his boyfriend got nervous. He had weight problems as a boy and old insecurities crept up. "You're glowing, you look beautiful. And I can already tell someone's obsessed." She winked.

"Fucking alpha he is." Dom teased, kissing his mate's cheek and wriggling in his lap enough to make the bastard groan.

"You mean another of my hoodies. This bitch is a little klepto!" He teased, tickling his boyfriend's belly. He could feel a rush of wet sticky heat soak through the boy's boxers into his and he knew they couldn't talk much longer. It was like the second they touched a timer started, a countdown until the inevitable desire set in and they'd fall into each other yet again. "Thank you though Ash. Thank you for being so…" He trailed off, there was no words to encapsulate all she was for him. Always had been.

"I know I'm the shit. You'd be lost without me. And without those two in your lap so I'm going to let you go but I'll start working and probably set up a flight time." She explained and his heart dropped, his hold on the boy pulling tighter.

"I can't leave Ash."

"Oh no! Fuck that. But I miss you kid. Auntie Ash is coming for a visit! Hope you got a room for me?" She looked hopeful.

He wanted to shout of course they do but he'd let his omega take control, after all it was his place. "Long as you bring tha' little prince wiv yas and plan to be 'ere for the birf. Someone's gotta teach me shit." Dom grinned back and Kells had never felt more in love.

They both caught the shine of tears in her eyes but she nodded and rushed through goodbyes, giving them carte blanche to come out to the world however they wanted. When his phone was locked and his arms were tight around his pack he almost felt overwhelmed with emotion. Damn it. "Thank you. You're the best, baby." He sighed, squeezing his lover tight.

"Oh I know. But… 'Onestly I could use 'er 'ere. I'm scared Cols. I don't got… I don't…" His voice broke off in a cute little growl but his lover knew he was exasperated.

"I know. Me too. I don't know how to be a dad without…" His throat tried to close up, they hadn't talked about their fears really yet and he wasn't sure they were ready. But even just that felt like a big step. Admitting their fear.

"It'll be good to 'ave 'er. But please luv, I know you gonna be amazing. We can figure it out. Togever."

"And you're going to be the best momma." The alpha soothed, cradling his boyfriend close as he stood slowly. "But, we'll figure all that shit out later cause first I want to show off how fucking awesome a daddy I am."

The purr went straight to Dom's cunt and he whined low, squirming in his mate's strong as hell hold. "I fink you could use a few pointers actually." He tried so hard to sound bored.

"Oh?"

"Yeah. Definitely. Maybe I should tell yas exactly wha' I want you to do to me."

That tease made the man almost trip, all his blood rushing straight to his dick but he tried to recover with a playful shrug. "Yeah alright." But his mind whined- 'Please fucking do?'

Author's Note/Tags: @manicpixiedreamb0y @jaxbreaker @hollywoodxwhore @cole-way-iero28 if anyone else wants tagged let me know! Thought it was only right to cover Col's talk as well. Hope y'all enjoyed the sweetness 🖤

[clandestinegardenias]

Because I'm too excited about my current WIPs but also need motivation to work on my current WIPs...send one of the below titles as an ask and I'll post a snippet. All fics will likely be rated E because that's just who I am as a person.

A Certain Step Towards Falling In Love

Fandom: Beyond Evil

Summary: Pride & Prejudice AU. Dongsik teaches Juwon to waltz.

This Side of Paradise

Fandom: Beyond Evil

Summary: Star Trek AU. Sex pollen episode, what else do you need to know?? This one is mostly just bullet points so far.

Momentum

Fandom: Beyond Evil

Summary: 20,000 words of not-nearly-finished post-canon Dongsik/Juwon get-together case fic in which they are once again partners investigating a string of sex worker and performer disappearances from a regional night club. I haven't touched this one in a year, I frankly have no idea what's in there anymore but I DO know it's self-indulgent and slow-burn-y as fuck and Juwon wears body glitter at one point I think

Watermelon Sugar High

Fandom: Kinnporsche

Summary: Pete gets drunk and propositions Vegas at a club, much to Vegas' suspicion. Is Kinn trying to honeypot him using a bodyguard as bait? But Pete, it turns out, has his own motivations.

Untitled KinnPorsche University AU

Fandom: Kinnporsche

Summary: Porsche is recruited from an underground boxing ring to work as a graduate research assistant for professor Kinn Theerapanyakul, a preeminent criminologist doing an ethnographic study on opioid trafficking in covert mafia-run fight scenes. Porsche quickly gets in way, way over his head--in more ways than one.

Sharing Clothes

Fandom: Kinnporsche

Summary: Completely forgot I wrote this???? It's even mostly complete!? Pete obsesses over Vegas' shirt, which he wore during his escape from the safe house and has kept ever since. Apparently I wrote Vegas walking in on Pete masturbating WOW okay then

Interlude

Fandom: Kinnporsche

Summary: WHAT IS THIS, ANOTHER FIC I FORGOT I WROTE???? This one is COMPLETE?????? Who AM I?! Anyway, uhhh, apparently this is what I wrote after Episode 6 about the aftermath of Kinn taking a bullet for Porsche, his recovery and their negotiation of their new relationship, but it got epically un-canoned by the mini episode and I never published it

And I leave you with this paragraph from my notes app, which I wrote in a drunken haze at midnight after a conference reception last week:

Dongsik needs $ to fund his search for Yuyeon and decides to dip his toe into sex work. Juwon, under his father's guidance, is investigating Dongsik for Yuyeon's murder from afar. Kiwan sees this as an opportunity to kill two birds with one stone--get Juwon close to his target (honeypot pillow talk kinda thing) and also deal with the 'issue' of Juwon's persistent virginity.

Tagging @yeetlegay because they've been an enabler on most of these

[allylikethecat]

#30 i have a couple random questions

1) do you have any tattoos? if not would you ever get any? were there any tattoos that you liked when you were younger that you would’ve majorly regretted now that you’re older?

2) did you go to college? what’s your degree in?

3) whats your go to drink when you go out?

YESSS thank you for sending me an ask from the weirdly specific and unrelated asks to know someone well list!! I can be found HERE if anyone else wants to send some / reblog it for themselves! It's a good list if you ask me!

30. ask me anything !

1) do you have any tattoos? if not would you ever get any? were there any tattoos that you liked when you were younger that you would’ve majorly regretted now that you’re older?

I do not, I would very much like to get two - one I worked with a friend who is an artist to design as a tribute to Pop, the second is my grandfather's name in his handwriting. We were extremely close and even years later I am still completely devastated by his passing. I actually bought Pop with the money he left me, making Pop all the more special and a connection to him (he loved horses and loved that I rode, and in all honestly most likely would have bought Pop for me himself if he had been alive, it makes me so sad that they never got to meet because I know my grandfather would have loved him) however I am absolutely terrified of needles and keep chickening out. I'm hoping to eventually get over it though. In all honesty, I feel like even if I got one of the dumb tattoos I dreamed about as a kid I'd probably still like it - I was very into art history / literature growing up so a lot of the tattoos I fantasized about were rooted in that.

2) did you go to college? what’s your degree in?

I did! I have a Bachelor of Science in Business Administration with a concentration in Marketing. My career focus was initial content marketing and copy writing in the sports industry before I moved over to the the tech / software industry. I've found myself doing less and less content marketing and taking on more data analytic focused roles which has been a lot of fun and an unexpected development - especially because I was initially hired for my current role as an account executive (I sold out, I was chasing the money and going into account management / sales lol)

3) whats your go to drink when you go out?

Depends what kind of night we're having lol If I'm out to dinner usually some kind of silly fun bespoke cocktail with way too much sugar. If it's a chiller bar situation or a sporting event then I am a High Noon girlie. If we're going to get rowdy bring on the vodka red bulls

Thank you SO MUCH for these asks omg these were such fun questions! Also like, I really do love High Noons they are truly the perfect seltzer beverage situation. My only complaint is I hate the pineapple and watermelon ones and it feels like that's what most bars stock? Which like wtf there are so many great flavors why THOSE two?! Thank you so much again!! I hope you are having a lovely Monday and a great rest of your week!

❤️Ally