#I’ve moved into the back bedroom for now and have it tidy and feeling nice but it needs some artwork or something

[fastandcarlos]

Night Time Routine : ̗̀➛ Lando Norris

summary: you've watched him for so many nights, at last it's your turn to help lando with his nightly routine

Your smile was wide as Lando lowered his head down to rest against your shoulder, swinging his legs around so that they rested over your lap. Your arm wrapped around him to stop him from slipping as Lando let go of a dramatic, loud yawn. 

Your laughter threatened to spill as a huff came from him, letting you know just how tired he was. It had been a long week of racing, and Lando was determined to let you know just how much all of it had taken out of him. 

It didn’t take long before your hands to find their way into his hair, detangling his messy locks. It was a weakness of yours, but also a sweet spot of Lando’s, which didn’t help when he was already feeling so sleepy. 

“Can we go to bed?” Lando whispered, pressing a kiss against your cheek to try and persuade you. “If I don’t go to bed now then I might just fall asleep here for the rest of the night,” he added. 

You hummed in response, encouraging Lando to stand up before you did the same. Your hand intertwined in with his as you turned everything off before leading Lando over to the stairs, taking it nice and slow as you made your way up, taking him by surprise when you went into the bathroom rather than the bedroom. 

“You’ve still got to make sure that you clean yourself up Lan.” 

“I’m too sleepy, you do it for me instead love.” 

You placed Lando so that he was resting against the sink, opening up his side of the cupboard looking through at all the products that he owned. A murmur came from you as you noticed his moisturiser, taking it out and removing the lid. 

“Go easy on me, I’m tired,” Lando hummed, closing his eyes as he felt your hands go to his cheeks, beginning to rub the product all over his face, covering as much of his face as you could. 

“Your beard is getting so long,” you laughed as your hands came down underneath his chin, tickling against the goatee that he was growing out. “You’ve got to start tidying this up a little bit better Lan.” 

His head shook with a pout on his face, keeping his eyes closed for a few more moments when he felt your hands drop. “Do you know how long I’ve had to work to grow this thing out and stop looking like a teenage boy? It’ll take me months to grow it out as good as this again. 

Your head shook as you placed Lando’s moisturiser back into the cupboard, picking out his toothbrush and toothpaste. He remained glued to the spot as he placed his hands against your hips, a shy smile creeping onto his face at the small distance that was between the two of you. 

As he realised what you were doing, Lando slowly opened his mouth up so that you could get in and brush his teeth for him, relishing in the feeling of you doing everything for him. 

“You’re enjoying this,” you teased, squeezing some paste onto his brush. Your free hand went to Lando’s jaw, holding him tightly in position as you began to brush his teeth, covering everywhere in a circular motion. 

Lando shrugged, unable to hide the smile that was on his face, his eyes watching the concentration in your expression. “You do such a good job of taking care of me my love.” 

After a couple of minutes, you turned Lando around so that he could spit out the toothpaste, rinsing his brush underneath the tap. You tidied everything up before nudging Lando’s waist, encouraging him to move. He stayed where he was though, holding out his hand as if to tell you that you had to take him there. 

“Seriously?” You chuckled, lacing your hand in with his, turning the bathroom light off before guiding Lando into the bedroom, sitting him down on the edge of the bed. 

He was a proud figure as you went over to his wardrobe, digging through and finding a fresh shirt for Lando to change into. You threw it over to him, watching it land on top of his head, but Lando didn’t move to take it away. 

“Don’t tell me I have to change your shirt too?” You questioned, but you already knew the answer as he remained perfectly still. “No way are you this tired Lando Norris.” 

You took the shirt off of his head before he stretched his arms up, allowing you to take his old shirt off. You discarded it onto the bedroom floor before taking the new one, placing his arms through first, then his head, before pulling it down so that it covered his toned body. 

“Anything else I can do?” You asked, smiling wide when Lando’s head shook in reply to you, throwing himself down so that he was laid out in the middle of your bed. 

As another yawn came from him, you used the time to sort yourself out for bed too. A groan came from Lando as you disappeared, impatiently waiting for you to return. When you did so, only a couple of minutes later, Lando was in the exact same position, with his eyes tight shut. 

“I guess if you’re asleep I’ll go and sleep in the spare room then,” you joked, knowing exactly what would happen. In the blink of an eye, Lando scrambled awake, rolling over to his side of the bed so that there was plenty of room for you too. 

“There's room...look,” Lando assured you, tapping the space beside him on the bed. Lando pulled the duvet back as you slid in, latching onto you as soon as you were laid down, with his arm around your frame. 

Your smile was wide as Lando’s head rested against your shoulder. “Can I go to sleep now? Or is there anything else I have to do for the tired man?” 

“All you need to do is lay here and cuddle me,” he whispered into your ear. 

Your head nodded at his request, “you know, I think I might just be able to help you out with that one.” 

“Thank you for taking care of me tonight,” Lando hummed in reply, “I do appreciate it even though I can be a giant pain in the ass.” 

Your hand reached back and brushed through Lando’s hair, feeling his lips press a kiss to your cheek. As he began to settle, his eyes slowly closed, basking in the feeling of your fingertips curling through his messy locks. 

As tired as he was, Lando kept a close eye on you, noticing that you were still awake. Every so often he checked again, worried when he saw that you were still staring ahead of you, unable to settle quite as well as Lando was. 

“Are you alright?” He whispered, his voice taking you by surprise.  

You hummed back across to Lando, “I’m just enjoying the cuddle for a little while, I’m not quite sleepy enough just yet.” 

“As long as you’re alright,” Lando smiled, “is there anything that I can do for you?” 

Your head shook in reply, “don’t worry about me, you just get some rest. Goodnight Lan.” 

“Goodnight love.” 

˗ˏˋ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ! ´ˎ˗

[wakeup01]

Two Twinks, One Wish

“So Charlie, what did you wish for Christmas?”

“Really? Can we just watch the movie?” I say, annoyed.

Daniel had been my boyfriend for about a month now and had recently moved into my flat, just in time for Christmas. Since then things had been a struggle, he would continually whine about my inadequacies - how I didn’t tidy enough, didn’t appreciate him and most of all how I was a terrible top.

See, the problem was, we were both twinks. We had the same skinny body type, with barely any muscle definition. The only real difference being he had the better ass. Admittedly, I had a severe lack of confidence in the bedroom, frequently failing to get in the mood. Daniel on the other hand was very particular about what he liked and what he expected.

“Come on! You must be able to think of something. God knows there’s enough things you can be better at…” Daniel chastised.

Even now he had turned a harmless movie night into another chance to take petty digs. We were on the couch watching some cheesy xmas film, where the protagonist makes wishes that magically come true. Now he was insisting for me to make some stupid wish.

“Why don’t you go first? You seem to have a lot of ideas in mind.” I shoot back, not taking my eyes off the screen.

“Hmm, I got the perfect one! Charlie, I wish… you were a better top!” He laughs and nudges into my shoulder.

I roll my eyes, of course, I should of guessed this is where things were heading. Ugh. Out of nowhere I feel a chill wash over my whole body and a tightness take hold in my chest. After a moment the feeling subsides.

“Very funny. Have you been thinking that one up all night.” My voice dripping in sarcasm.

I shift in my seat slightly, a dull warmth emanating from my crotch. I must be feeling unwell, I’m definitely not being turned on by his degrading remarks. But the heat doesn’t fade, in fact it only grows in intensity. I get the impulse to grope at my growing bulge, the tightness straining against my jeans. Daniel would never live it down If I did, but it was becoming rather uncomfortable.

“You look a little flustered there… ah. I see. Are you really getting horny from this? Christ, you’re pathetic.” Daniel scolds, reaching his hand down.

Before I can object he unzips my trousers and pulls down the waistband of my briefs. My cock bursts forth and slaps against my chest, pre already leaking from it’s tip. Except it’s not my cock, this monster is almost twice my normal size. And my balls are inflating in front of my very eyes.

“What the hell?” I shout.

“Woah, oh shit, it’s working. It’s a Christmas miracle!” He exclaims in barely contained glee.

“Daniel, what did you do!” My voice cracks.

My dick continues to snake up my torso, going from 5 inches, to 7 then to 8. As it grows, so does my hornyness, overpowering my head as I fall into a drunken stupor. This is the most intense erection I’ve ever felt. My hand rubs up and down the entire length and I attempt to wrap my fingers around it, before discovering its girth is now thicker than my hand.

“Nice cock ‘bro’. Good tops are well equipped downstairs. And now, you are too. Hahaha” I look over and see him smirk at me.

He’s enjoying this far too much for my liking, but I’m in no position to fight back. Why did he make that stupid wish, I better not be stuck with this forever. At this point I don’t think my cock would even fit into any underwear I own. How exactly can I walk around with this thing swinging between my legs.

“You know who makes good tops? Jocks. That cocky attitude and carefree nature, coasting through life without thinking.” Daniel suggests, wistfully.

Jocks are also narcissistic morons. And I’m certainly not going to be one just to be a better ‘top’. I’m suddenly distracted by a chafing from my rear, a pair of straps seem to be cupping the cheeks of my tight butt. Below my balls now sits a stained pouch, the smell of musk rising from it hits my nose and I recoil.

“I think it’s jockstraps only from now on Charlie. And woof, sweaty ones at that.”

All of my senses are being overpowered, it’s like my head is in a vice that keeps on tightening. The film in front of me becomes a blur, my focus shattered by the intense pleasure from my new cock.

“Cock.” I blurt out.

I hear Daniel laughing from out of view.

My head is starved of oxygen as all the blood rushes to my groin, I’ve never been this horny before. I feel the strangest sensation as my brain thickens, filling up with throbbing meat. All the space padded out until I’m holding up a heavy dumbbell on the end of my neck. My thoughts were still there, somewhere, but it took so long to find them. It was quicker and easier to just embrace jockdom, stop worrying so much and just go along with the flow. If I was unsure of what to say then bro, I’d just say ‘bro’! A bro can fill in sentences with ‘bro’ and everyone will know what a bro they are. And bro? Being labeled as a dumb bro means no one expects anything meaningful from me. Brawn over brains is the mantra of my life dude.

“Jock’s also like to wear their bro-hood on their sleeves, and in your case, quite literally.”

As soon as the words leave his mouth I feel a sharp pain, as if a hundred needles are stabbing down my arm. I brace myself before glancing down. And there it was, 🍖 the meat emoji tattooed on my left hand. Huhhuh, awesome bro. Branded a meathead for life.

“Bro?” I ask slowly, my voice now considerably deeper.

“Yeah ‘Chad?’” Daniel emphasises.

The name immediately sticks to me like glue. Chad. I am such a Chad. I have some distant recollection of being someone else, but I can’t be bothered to search my brain for it. There’s a more pressing concern.

“Bruh, I need to empty my balls.” I grunt. The pressure from my engorged member becoming unbearable.

“Then you know what to do. Good muscle tops have their cocks milked every day.”

I grip my cock and begin pumping in earnest, my jaw hanging open. As I masturbate, my hands and arms bulk up with muscle. I see my veins very noticeably pop out. I feel a desperate urge to flex, letting one hand go from my dick. I ball it into a fist and raise it to the side of my head, squeezing my biceps. My arm pulses with meat, sending a vain satisfaction to my pleasure center.

“Good dumb tops spend all their time in the gym or on the field. Sculpting their body into the perfect chiselled shape.” His nasally voice instructs.

Muscle continues to form all over my lithe frame; my shoulders broaden and my chest ripples into a tight 6 pack. My clothes are loudly ripped to shreds. Memories enter my head of spending hours working out, of hanging with the other jocks and forming a vacant facade of a personality. Sweat drips from my hairy armpits, staining the couch under me. The room quickly starts smelling like a gym, my rank feet tearing free from my socks. My face cracks as it squares out into a more defined outline, brow growing heavy above my distant eyes. My body is now taking up most of the couch as Daniel budges over to the side. I quicken my pace, pumping now with both hands. My balls tighten.

“Fuck yeah brah.” I roar, reaching climax.

My cock spurts rope after rope of musky cum directly at my face, I’m left covered in my own seed. Daniel leans over to me and begins to eagerly lick at my face. He savours my taste on his tongue before swallowing. The sign of an expert bottom, huhuhu.

“Mmm. Great Tops know how to take control. And you’re a great top Chad.” Daniel moans in lust.

He’s right.

“Dude, this film is fucking dull. I’m changing to the sports channel bro. There’s a sick game playing today.” My hands take the remote and switch to a noisy football game.

I grab Daniels’s tiny little body and force him onto my lap. I flex again and push his face into my armpit. His tongue drags along my wiry dank hair. He moves his hand between my legs and starts passionately fingering his hungry ass hole, using my cum as lube. I hear him panting heavily like a dog. Man, my boyfriend is such a whiny brat…

“Bro, it’s my turn.” My cocky voice booms.

“What?” I hear his muffled voice cry out.

“Uhh… I wish… I wish you were a Bro like me, Bro.” I smirk.

“Wait, noooo!” He screams.

His body shudders and contorts as I hold his face to my pits with my newfound strength. He packs on pounds of muscle in a matter of seconds. Dan’s moaning turns to grunts. He’s going to make for such a Good. Arrogant. Dumb. Bro.

I watch his dong stretch down his leg, his balls sagging between his thickening thighs. The head of Dan’s veiny cock leaking like a faucet. A pair of juicy pecs push out from his chest and his adam apple swells. I pull away the remains of his clothes, letting them fall to the ground.

Dan’s dainty feet beef up to a size 12, sweat gathering between his toes - smelling like a real man should. I feel his previously fat bubble butt tense with lean muscle on my lap. With a squeak, his thoroughly abused fuck hole tightens shut, never to be stretched open again. He only tops after all, like me.

I release my grip on him and he pulls away, my sweat covering his square jawed face. He stuffs his junk into a jockstrap, looking barely concealed as it throbs with need. His messy hair has receded into a clean as fuck buzzcut. We now look almost identical, except that his meat emoji 🍖 tattoo is engraved on his right hand.

“Bro!” Dan’s voice deepens.

“Let’s go find some sluts to breed, bro.” We both smirk at each other and flex.

[biblical-chronicles]

Teach me

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where Liam shows the reader how to go all the way [18+]

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You glanced at the clock, nerves buzzing in your chest. Liam would be home any minute now, and while you’d spent all day rehearsing how this evening might go, your heart was pounding like it was your first date.

The lingerie had been an impulsive purchase, a delicate set of lace and silk that made you feel beautiful when you’d tried it on in front of the mirror. But now, with it under your loose shirt and shorts, you felt exposed, like every nervous thought was written on your skin.

By the time you heard the jingle of his keys in the lock, your nerves had reached their peak. You smoothed down your shirt, biting your lip as the door creaked open.

“‘Ello, love!” he called out, his voice carrying that familiar warmth that always seemed to calm you. He stepped into the living room, his jacket slung over his shoulder and his boots clunking against the floor.

You approached him with a shy smile, and he leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead. “What’s this, then? You’ve got that look about you.”

“What look?” you asked, feigning innocence as you helped him shrug off his jacket.

“That look like you’ve got somethin’ up your sleeve.” he teased, his eyes narrowing playfully.

You rolled your eyes, leading him to the sofa. “I was just thinkin’ we could have a nice night in, that’s all.”

“Right.” he drawled, clearly unconvinced but letting it go for now.

The evening passed quite quickly, Liam’s arm draped around your shoulders as you watched some show neither of you was paying much attention to. But your mind was elsewhere, your heart racing every time he brushed his fingers over your arm.

Eventually, you both migrated to the bedroom, the night settling in around you. Liam was already half-draped over the bed, as you lingered by the dresser, pretending to tidy up while you worked up the nerve.

Finally, you turned to him, your pulse hammering in your ears. He looked up, his expression softening immediately. “C’mere.” he said, patting the bed beside him.

You climbed in, curling up against his side, and he kissed the top of your head. “What’s on your mind, then?”

You hesitated, your fingers toying with the hem of your shirt. “I... I want to show you summat.”

Liam tilted his head, curiosity flickering in his eyes. “Yeah? Go on, then.”

Your hands shook slightly as you lifted the edge of your shirt, revealing the lace beneath.

“Bloody hell, love,” he muttered, sitting up straighter to take in the sight. “Look at you.”

You felt your cheeks heat up, your hands instinctively moving to cover your chest with the shirt. “Stop, you’re making it weird.”

“Hey, none of that,” he said, gently tugging your hands away. “Don’t hide. You look beautiful, proper gorgeous, you do.”

His words eased some of your nerves, and you leaned in to kiss him, your lips brushing against his with newfound confidence.

Between kisses, you whispered, “I… I wanna go all the way tonight.”

Liam stilled for a moment, pulling back just enough to meet your gaze. “You sure?”

You nodded, biting your lip. “I’ve thought about it. I want it. Just… help me, yeah? Show me what you like.”

His expression softened, and he cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing over your skin. “Alright, love. But you’ve gotta promise me somethin’.”

“What?”

“If you’re not feelin’ it at any point, you tell me. We stop, no questions, yeah?”

“Yeah.” you said, your voice steady despite the fluttering in your chest.

He kissed you again, slower this time, his hands sliding to your waist. “We’ll take it slow. Owt you’re not ready for, we won’t do.”

“Okay,” you murmured, your lips finding his once more.

Liam’s hand slid up your back, his fingers splaying wide as he held you close, his warmth enveloping you.

He tilted his head, his lips parting slightly, and his tongue brushed against yours, a slow slide that had a soft gasp escaping you. He groaned in response, the sound vibrating against your mouth and making your toes curl.

“You alright, love?” he murmured against your lips.

“Yes.” you whispered, your hands slipping beneath his shirt, eager to feel more of him.

“Good.” he breathed, capturing your lips again before leaning back slightly to pull his shirt over his head. You reached out instinctively, your palms skimming his chest, feeling the heat of his skin beneath your fingers.

Liam leaned back into you, his kisses trailing down your jaw to your neck. He nipped at the sensitive skin there, then soothed it with his tongue, earning a quiet moan from you that made him grin against your skin.

“Like that, do ya?” he asked, his voice teasing, but there was a flicker of vulnerability in his tone as if he was genuinely seeking your approval.

“Yeah,” you admitted, your head tilting back to give him more access. “Feels good.”

“Good,” he repeated, his lips brushing over your collarbone before he leaned back to meet your gaze. “Tell me if it doesn’t, yeah? Promise me.”

“I promise.” you said, your voice trembling with anticipation.

Satisfied, he tugged gently at the hem of your shirt, his eyes flicking up to yours in silent question. You nodded, and he peeled it off slowly, revealing the delicate lace beneath once more. His breath hitched, his hands coming up to trace the straps that framed your shoulders.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he muttered, his voice thick with reverence. “Look at you. You’re—god, you’re perfect.”

You felt a flush rise to your cheeks, but his awe gave you confidence. As he leaned in to kiss you again, his hands wandered, one tracing the curve of your waist while the other cupped your breast through the lace. His thumb brushed over the fabric, teasing your nipple until it hardened beneath his touch.

“Is this alright?” he asked, his lips hovering over yours.

“Yes.” you breathed, arching into his touch.

Encouraged, he slid the straps of your bra down your shoulders, taking his time as he kissed along the newly exposed skin. He finally unclasped it and let it fall away, his pupils blown wide as he took you in.

“Beautiful.” he murmured, his hands skimming over your bare skin as though memorizing every inch. He leaned down, his lips closing around one nipple, his tongue swirling and flicking it, while his hand teased the other.

You gasped, your fingers threading through his hair, tugging gently as you arched beneath him. He groaned in response, the sound vibrating against your skin.

“Fuck, you sound so good.” he rasped, lifting his head to kiss you again. His hand slid lower, tracing the curve of your hip before finding the waistband of your shorts. He paused, his eyes meeting yours. “Can I?”

You nodded, unable to form words, and he slid them down slowly, his knuckles brushing against your thighs as he revealed the rest of your lingerie. He swore under his breath, his hands gripping your hips as he took in the sight of you.

You bit your lip, your hands reaching for him, tugging at the waistband of his jeans. “Off.” you said softly, and he chuckled, the sound low and warm as he complied.

Then he swiftly settled back against you, his skin pressed against yours. He kissed you deeply, his hands exploring every inch of you, his touch gentle but deliberate.

“You sure you’re alright?” he asked, his voice softer now, his forehead resting against yours.

“I want this,” you assured him, your fingers tracing the line of his jaw. “I want you.”

His lips found yours again, his kisses growing more fervent as he reached between you, teasing you gently.

“Let me know if it’s too much,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your temple.

You nodded, your breath hitching as he continued, his movements slow and steady, building you up with every touch and whispered word.

Your body arched beneath him as his fingers worked you into a haze, every stroke sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. Liam watched you intently, his lips curling into a wicked grin at the way your breaths came in short, desperate gasps, your hips instinctively bucking toward his hand.

“Look at you, love,” he murmured, his voice rough with need. “Didn’t think you’d be this eager.”

“I just—” you started, your voice catching as his fingers pressed just right, drawing a quiet moan from your lips. “I want more.”

“Yeah?” he drawled, teasing as his fingers slowed their rhythm. “More, is it? You’ll have to be a bit clearer, sweetheart. What is it you want?”

You bit your lip, your cheeks flushing, but the hunger in his gaze emboldened you. “You. All of you.”

Liam just groaned, and for a moment, his head dropped to your shoulder. “Bloody hell, you’re gonna be the death of me.” he muttered before pulling back to look at you.

“Say it again.” he demanded, his hand still moving, drawing out another soft whimper.

“I want you,” you whispered, your fingers curling into his shoulders. “Please, Liam.”

“Fuckin’ hell.” he hissed, leaning down to kiss you, his tongue sliding against yours, you could already feel your lips swelling from all the kisses. He pulled back just enough to smirk down at you, the mischief in his eyes unmistakable. “Alright, love, but don’t say I didn’t warn ya.”

You shivered as he shifted, settling between your legs, his hands gripping your thighs and spreading them wider. His gaze roamed over you, equal parts hunger and awe, as if he couldn’t quite believe you were his to touch.

“You’re sure about this?” he asked, his voice softer now, the teasing edge momentarily gone.

“Positive.” you whispered, reaching for him.

He nodded, leaning down to kiss you again as he guided himself to your entrance, the sensation making you gasp. He stilled immediately, his eyes searching yours.

“Relax, love,” he murmured, brushing a kiss to your temple. “I’ll go slow, yeah?”

You nodded, your fingers clutching at his back as he eased forward, the stretch making you tense briefly before the discomfort gave way to something entirely new.

“Fuck,” Liam groaned, his voice muffled against your neck. “You feel incredible.”

You whimpered softly, adjusting to him, and he stilled, his hand stroking your thigh in soothing circles. “You alright?”

“Yeah,” you said breathlessly. “Just... don’t stop.”

He chuckled softly, the sound low and warm, before he began to move, his strokes slow and measured at first. The intensity built gradually, your body responding to his every movement.

“Jesus, love,” he muttered, his voice breaking as you rocked your hips up to meet his. “Didn’t think you’d be such a quick learner.”

“Guess I have a good teacher.” you teased, your voice trembling with pleasure.

Liam laughed, though it turned into a groan as you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. His rhythm faltered briefly before he adjusted, his movements growing more purposeful.

“You like that, yeah?” he rasped, his lips finding your ear.

“Yeah.” you gasped, your hands sliding up to tangle in his hair.

“Good,” he said. “You just keep tellin’ me what you need, and I’ll take care of ya.”

As the pleasure built, your confidence grew, and soon, you were guiding him, your hips meeting his with a fervor that had him swearing under his breath. “Fuckin’ hell, you’re good” he groaned, his head dropping to your shoulder.

“Don’t hold back,” you murmured, your lips brushing against his ear.

His hands gripped your thighs tighter, his movements becoming almost desperate as he chased both of your highs.

Your moans filled the room, mingling with the sound of skin meeting skin, and Liam’s low moans only spurred you on further. You clutched at the sheets beneath you, your fingers twisting in the fabric as if anchoring yourself to reality.

“Liam,” you whimpered, your voice breaking, the sound raw and desperate.

“Yeah, love,” he rasped, his movements quickening, each thrust hitting deeper. His hands gripped your hips tightly, holding you in place as he drove into you with an intensity that stole your breath.

“I—I love you,” you gasped, your back arching off the bed as pleasure rippled through you. “Liam, I love you—”

“Fuck,” he groaned, the word guttural and broken as his head dropped to the crook of your neck. “Don’t—don’t say that unless you mean it, love.”

“I do,” you moaned, your voice trembling as your nails raked down his back, leaving marks he’d wear proudly later. “I love you.”

Liam let out a sound that was half a growl, half a moan, his hips snapping harder against you. The pace was relentless now, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable peak. His mouth found yours in a kiss that was all teeth and tongue, his breath ragged against your lips.

“You’re gonna kill me,” he muttered, his voice shaking as he kissed down your neck, biting gently at the sensitive skin there. “Fucking hell, you feel so good—so perfect.”

Your body trembled beneath him, the coil of pleasure tightening to the point of snapping. “Liam—” you cried out, your thighs trembling as you clutched at him, your nails digging into his shoulders.

His name spilled from your lips in broken, desperate cries, each one sharper than the last as he hit that perfect spot inside you over and over. “Liam,” you moaned again, your thighs trembling as the pleasure coiled tighter in your core. “I can’t—oh God—”

“You can, love,” he panted, his lips finding the curve of your jaw, sucking gently before his teeth grazed the sensitive skin. “Look at you—so beautiful, so good for me. Fuckin’ made for me.”

His words sent a shiver down your spine, heat pooling low in your belly. Your hands continued to fist the sheets beneath you, trying to ground yourself as the pleasure threatened to overwhelm you. “I love you.” you gasped again.

Liam stilled for a heartbeat, his forehead pressing to yours. “I love you too” he rasped, his voice breaking. “Fuckin’ hell, I love you so much.”

His hips picked up again, faster now, his thrusts harder, deeper, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through you with every movement. “Say it again,” he muttered, his lips brushing against yours as his eyes locked onto yours.

“I love you,” you whimpered, your voice trembling as your body trembled beneath him. “Oh, God, Liam—”

“Good girl,” he groaned, his words thick with desire as his hand slipped between your bodies. His fingers found your clit, circling it with just the right pressure to send you hurtling toward the edge. “Let go for me, love. I want to see you—feel you.”

Your body tensed as the pleasure became too much, your eyes squeezing shut as tears pricked at the corners. “Liam!” you cried out, the sound raw and broken as your climax tore through you, your body clenching tightly around him.

He groaned at the sensation, his rhythm faltering as he chased his own release. “Fuck, love, that’s it.” he muttered, his voice hoarse as he thrust into you one last time, burying himself deep as his release hit. His head dropped to your shoulder, a low, loud moan tearing from his throat as he spilled into you.

Tears streamed down your cheeks as the aftershocks wracked your body, your breath hitching as you clung to him. Liam’s hand came up to cup your face, his thumb brushing away the tears as he looked down at you, his expression soft despite the heat still lingering in his gaze.

“Jesus, love.” he murmured, his forehead pressing to yours as he kissed you, slow and tender, in stark contrast to the passion that had consumed you moments ago. “You alright?”

You nodded, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. “I’ve never felt anything like that.” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

Liam smirked, his thumb stroking your cheek. “Told you I’d take care of you, didn’t I?”

You laughed softly, still breathless, and reached up to trace the line of his jaw. “You’re amazing,” you whispered, your fingers brushing the strands of hair sticking to his forehead. “The most beautiful person on this earth. Inside and out. Always have been.”

His smirk softened into a genuine smile, his eyes shining with affection. “Don’t go makin’ me blush, love.” he teased, though the warmth in his gaze betrayed him.

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finally some smut for the dilf Liam nation x (I am part of it)(who wouldn't be)

hope you lot liked it, can't wait to hear what you have to say 'bout it, love ya !!

[sunshinegat0r]

I’ve had a song stuck in my head all week, can you guess which one? Also Eustass Kid is so fucking fun to write, what the heck! Modern AU, established relationship, just thought it’d be nice to see him as obsessed with reader as I am with him. 🙃

Perfect ~ Eustass Kid x F!Reader

CW: Swearing, brief mentions of sex acts (masturbation, grinding), nothing too exciting.

WC: ~1.2k

“What’re you doin’?”

You glance over your shoulder and unfold your torso, pulling up the large boxer-briefs patterned with cartoon nuts and bolts. You release the waistband with a flourish and let the elastic snap against your hips with a smirk.

“I feel more comfortable with something on, and-” you glance around the semi-chaotic state of the bedroom, “-I have no idea where my underwear even are.”

“I ripped ‘em off ya.”

“Eustass!” you chide, no real heat behind the words. “I liked that pair!”

The red-head shrugs with a big grin and tucks his arm behind his head, propped against the headboard of his giant-sized bed. He has to admit it’s a nice view, watching you move around his room topless and wearing his clothes.

“Why’re you leavin’ me all alone over here?” Kid sulks.

You move to the desk in the corner, dragging over a small desktop mirror and some makeup wipes. “Some of us have things to do this afternoon and can’t stay in bed all day fucking.” Kid tsks at that - you know he could keep you trapped in his bed if he really wanted to.

“And as much as I love your, uh, art, I don’t think my boss would appreciate it nearly enough,” you tease, peering at your body in the mirror.

Reddish-purple lipstick is smeared all over your skin. While there are rare spots that form a perfect set of lips, it’s mostly lines of color, left from where Eustass Kid dragged his lips along your body as he ravished you. Your lips and neck suffered the most attention, but you blush as you notice the prominent amount concentrated on your breasts, and the trail down your stomach leading in between your legs.

You turn the mirror to meet Kid’s gaze behind you and find he has the most insufferable grin on his face. Truly caught red-handed - or red-lipped - his own mouth is anything but neat and tidy.

You roll your eyes, a soft smile lifting your lips, and adjust the mirror back towards yourself, grabbing a wipe to start removing the evidence. You don’t bother taking a seat at the desk, you just lean over and get to work.

As he watches you with sharp golden eyes, Kid’s smile slips slowly from his face. The gears in his head are spinning fast enough he’s surprised you can’t hear him thinking.

He’s fucked.

Well, technically you both were - he’d made sure of that thoroughly - but he’s in real trouble here.

He can’t tear his eyes off of you. You look so perfect standing there in his underwear, with his marks decorating your pretty skin like the finest museum-worthy art piece. It’s not an unfamiliar sight - the two of you had been dancing this tango for months now. Neither of you wanted to put any labels on it. For Kid, at first it had been a fun distraction from the regular bullshit of living.

Now, thoughts of you distracted him from every other aspect of his life. You were the first thing on his mind when he woke up, checking his beat-up phone for a text from you (since you were usually up hours before him). No matter what his day consisted of, even in the palace of his workshop, it was plagued by thoughts of you. And at night, when he couldn’t sleep for tossing and turning, your eyes, your smile, your body, consumed him as he tugged his aching cock, desperate for your touch to wear him out.

It was safe to say Kid was a bit obsessed, which was new territory for him. But as he watched you, all soft curves and graceful limbs, humming tunelessly and tapping your foot a little, he knew. All he ever really wanted was you.

You straighten from the desk and give yourself a final once-over in the mirror, satisfied with your work. You haven’t bothered cleaning up the marks below your neck - the collar of your shirt will hide all of that.

And besides, you… Kind of like the idea of walking around with Kid’s claims burning on your skin, with no one else the wiser. The thought brings a warm flush to your cheeks and you turn sheepishly towards the bed.

You’re surprised out of your own embarrassing thoughts by the sight of Kid looking just as flustered. Briefly you wonder if he knew what you intended by leaving yourself in such a state. His large hand is covering his eyes but it’s not enough to hide the blush bathing his own cheeks and tips of his ears, bright red against his pale skin.

Padding softly over to the side of the bed where he’s reclining, you lean in and blow a gentle puff of air into his ear. Kid jumps and swears, staring at you like a deer caught in headlights. It’s enough to make you giggle; you’ve never seen his feathers look so ruffled.

“Penny for your thoughts, babe?” The question is dripping with false innocence as you walk your fingers up his arm.

Kid scowls and looks away, twists his arm to grab your wandering hand with his own. You yelp when he tugs you back into his lap and you settle, straddling him. You’re suddenly glad for his underwear; flimsy barrier though it may be, anything to give you a chance not to be lured back into his clutches.

Eustass Kid was never one to back down from a challenge and he’s not about to start now. Despite the heat still painting his face he manages to pin you with his golden gaze. His mouth works for a few moments before he forces the words out through clenched teeth.

“Just… Realized how much ya mean to me. How - whenever I think about what I want, you’re top of th’ list. By leagues.”

Your eyes widen and you feel like you could melt straight through the bed, the floor, into the earth below. You thought your face was on fire before - now it’s your turn to cover it with your hands.

At least, you try, but Kid has a firm grip on your left hand and he’s not letting go to save you any dignity. If anything, your reaction seems to have given him some of his cocky swagger back.

He snickers at your distress and gathers both of your hands into his large one, raising your arms above your head and leering at you like a fresh-caught prize. “What’s wrong, treasure?” he coos ominously. “Can’t handle a little sincerity?”

You shake your head and let out a surprised gasp when he pulls you against his chest, his mouth immediately back on your neck and undoing all your hard work. “Only you could turn such an embarrassing confession to your favORRrr,” you mutter, a particularly hard nip turning the last syllable into a quaking moan.

You feel an inescapable hardness growing through your stolen underwear. A secret smile spreads across your lips and you arch against Kid’s chest, grinding your hips down and wrenching a garbled curse from him against your skin.

You were definitely going to be late for work.

Tag List: @zoros-sheath @quinloki (Your pinned post says to tag you in any Kid stuff so here I am hello goodbye 🫣)

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Trust

Our Story Masterlist Summary: YN and Harry take the next step in their relationship. Warning: protected sex, first-time sex

They are celebrating Harry’s 18th birthday in Holmes Chapel with all his family, where they would be staying for the weekend while Harry had a break from touring. They had already celebrated with all his friends as he arranged a huge party earlier this week. They all went to an Italian restaurant that YN had learnt was a favourite of the Styles family. As well as Harry’s Mum, Stepfather and sister, Gemma, Harry’s uncle, auntie, and cousins joined. As they sat at the long table, Harry's Auntie had asked how LA was, as the band had just returned. “Yeah..it was so much fun, we couldn’t believe how many people knew who we were." Harry explained. “Nice to be home though?". “Yeah…it’s nice to have Mum running around after me.” Harry joked, making Anne roll her eyes playfully. “It’s okay YN..I made him tidy up his room before you arrived today…honestly you should have seen it” Anne spoke from her seat opposite Harry and YN. “Aww it’s okay…I’ve lived with Louis all my life..nobody can be as messy as him.”. YN attempted to joke about how disorganised her brother is. “He’s the messiest one of the band…you should see his bed on the bus…literally just full of random stuff” Harry described. “That’s what his bedroom looked like.”. YN added, agreeing with Harry. “I bet you miss him YN.” Harry’s Auntie spoke again. “Yeah I do so much…I suppose I’m lucky though having four sisters so me house is still crazy." YN laughed. Conversation flowed for the rest of the time at the restaurant, YN chatted with Gemma and Ella, Harry’s cousin, about hair, fashion and makeup. Harry and his two cousins were talking about football and trying to arrange a time when they could go and watch Manchester United play. Before travelling back to Harry’s childhood home, everyone hugged everybody goodbye and a ‘hopefully see you soon’.

Once they arrived at Anne’s house, Harry and YN changed into comfier clothes, YN opting for a pair of pyjama shorts and one of Harry’s hoodies and Harry changed into shorts and a plain t-shirt.

After sitting in the lounge chatting, drinking tea, and watching a movie with Anne, Robin and Gemma, everyone decided they were ready for bed and called it a night. After brushing her teeth and wishing everyone goodnight, YN made herself comfy in Harry’s large double bed. After a few minutes, Harry appears in the room, closes the door behind him, and takes off his t-shirt and shorts, leaving him in a black pair of Calvin Klein’s. “You comfy there babe?” Harry laughed as YN was tucked into his duvet and pillows, with just her head popping out at the top. “Very…now get your ass in here with me.”

Harry pulled the duvet open and slid in next to her .”Come here.” he hinted for her to lay her head on his shoulder so he could wrap his arm around YN's shoulder. “It’s so nice to have you home…even if it is for a little bit.” YN admitted, as she reached up to play with the curls near his neck. “I missed you so much.” he spoke as he ran his fingers through her hair. “I even thought about cuddling up with one of the boys to fall asleep.” he joked. YN moved her hand from his curls up to his cheek and cupped it gently. “I missed you more”, she whispered as he lowered his head to the crook of her neck and grazed his nose up along her jaw. At the feeling, YN's eyes closed voluntarily and as his lips reached hers, she tilted her chin slightly. As their lips meet, YN can feel herself melt into his arms as he brings his hand up to cup her cheek.

Their lips stayed as one, not wanting to break apart. Harry's hand that once held YN's cheek roamed down her body and lifted her leg so it hooked over his hip and his hand found its way to hold her bum. As their lips got ahead of themselves, they parted briefly and caught their breaths. “Do you want to stop?” Harry broke the silence and not wanting to cross any boundaries too soon. “I-I…no..but I haven’t..you know before.”. YN nervously stuttered, aware of how vulnerable she was in this moment. “It’s okay…we can stop if you want to” Harry reassured YN, not wanting to pressure her into anything she wasn't comfortable with. “No..I want to..I’m just nervous.”. “We can take it slow…and if you change your mind we’ll stop okay?”. Harry sympathised and pecked her lips in a quick motion, as YN nodded her head, grateful for Harry not putting pressure on her. Their lips met again and Harry’s hand found her bum, and as time passed he began to squeeze and pull at the skin covered by her shorts. Harry rolled from his position so he was hovering over her and began to slowly lift YN up so she was sitting. Harry held the hem of his jumper covering YN's body and asked if he could take it off. As he pulled it over her head, YN couldn’t help but feel conscious about her body.

It was like Harry had read her mind. “You’re so beautiful”, Harry whispered, before reaching down to pull YN's shorts and underwear down her legs. Nerves were forming in YN's stomach, not knowing what to expect or how to feel. He hovered his body over hers again, his face in line with YN's. “You okay..do you still want to?”. Harry continued to make sure YN was happy. “Yeah..I’m okay”. YN said with a slight shake in her voice. “I-is it okay..if I..um touch you first..you know to get you relaxed so it won’t be as painful.”. Harry reluctantly asked. To which YN nodded her head to let him know she was okay with it. Harry's lips found YN's, and they moved together in a slow and sensual motion. After a few moments, YN felt his hand move from her cheek down, over her breast, lingering around her hips and then slowly reaching down until he stopped when he found his destination. YN gasped at the sudden feeling of his fingers touching the spot. His fingers circled the area in a slow but steady motion, whilst his lips left wet kisses on her neck.

YN's hand found its place in his curls and as his fingers circled, YN's hand would tug slightly making him grunt. As time went on, his fingers travelled down where YN felt him carefully push two into her, making her tense and push her hips into the mattress underneath them, from the new sensation. “You okay?” he checked. “Yeah I’m okay”. YN once again reassured Harry that she was okay and he could continue, and realising how difficult this was for him too. Slowly as he could, Harry moved his fingers in and out and then moved back to the sensitive spot and switched from one movement to the other. Once Harry was satisfied with YN's excitement and thought she was less tense, he moved back up to hover above her and reached over to the draw sitting beside the bed and picked out a foil packet. “You still sure, you want to do this?”. “Y-yeah..I trust you”. YN nautically gulped, as she realised this was actually happening. Harry got up from his position and rolled his boxers down, so he was now completely bare, making YN take in the view in front of her. He opened the foil packet easily and threw the wrapper to the side and YN watched as he slid it down his length. He climbed back onto the bed and hovered above her. Harry's lips found YN's once more and they moved together in a needier and lustful way.

YN could feel Harry’s hand move from her cheek and slid in between them as he lines himself up to her entrance. YN takes a deep breath at the new sensation. The seconds feel like minutes, but he finally pushes himself forward and his tip slips in and YN couldn’t help but stiffen at the feeling. Harry pauses to check on her once again and YN nods her head to let him know to carry on. The further he pushes himself in, so YN's eyes shut tighter as the pressure increase and the pain appears. YN didn’t realise she was holding her breath until she hears Harry’s voice “Baby..breathe”. Harry's movements were slow and YN could tell how painful this was for him too, from his shaky breath as he held himself back. YN reached up to cup his face and bring his lips to hers. YN needed something to distract her from the pain, and Harry’s lips were the thing to do that. YN felt his hips meet hers as he kisses her with passion, and he slowly pulls out and thrusts his hips to meet hers again. Without realising a whimper leaves YN's lips at the movement and Harry hushes her lovingly and whispers “You’re okay..just keep breathing..you’re doing so well baby”, and leaves small lingering pecks up her neck.

His movements were gentle, almost like he thought he was going to break her. Low, grunts and moans were leaving his lips every time his hips met YN's, and she knew it was killing him not being able to move faster. When his thrusts become sloppier and his lips were no longer on hers, YN looked directly at him and the sight in front of her was breathtaking. His eyebrows frowned with concentration and his lips parted as he left out soft shaky breaths. YN's hand moved to gently touch his cheek and the words fell out of her mouth for the first time “I love you”. “I-I love..you too..baby..so much” Harry's out of breath voice spoke.

A moan escaped his lips as he closed his eyes and pressed his hips against YN's and slowly he let go of what he was holding back on “Uhhh…fuck..I’m comin’”. After collapsing his body on hers and smiling down at YN and leaving a kiss on her mouth, he pushed himself up and pulled out of her and removed the condom from his length.

As Harry moved around the room, YN felt cold and almost weak. Harry announced he was going to the bathroom to clean himself up, and picked up his boxers from the floor to put them back on before leaving the room. Whilst he was gone, YN slid her shorts back up her legs and Harry’s hoodie over her head and snuggled herself back under the duvet and against the fluffy soft pillow, trying to ignore the dull ache between her legs.

Harry returned and YN noticed two blue mugs in his hands. “I’ve made us some tea..I thought it would help you a bit”. He placed the mugs down on the side table next to the bed and he climbed in next to YN, like routine his arms slipped around her and held her in his arms as her head found his chest. “I love you forever.”. “I love you always”.

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Pedri- Messy

WC: 2.2k

I thought moving in with Pedri would be great we spent so much time together that it just made sense to officially move in together. I was always at his during the day and barely even slept at my place so it felt stupid paying the rent to only be there for a few hours a week. I thought it would be a simple transition as I thought I knew pretty much everything there is to know about Pedri but I was wrong. Turns out Pedri has been hiding the fact that he's actually a complete mess most of the time. He must have actually bothered to put things away or tidy when I was just visiting but now I've moved in he's stopped that and the place is a constant mess.

Everyday I come home from work and spend at least an hour washing dishes or picking up Pedri's training kit that he's just leaves all over the place. Today is my day off and usually I would do things I like to do such as go to the gym, read a book or catch up on my favourite shows but today I had to clean. I've been doing loads of overtime this week as I had a big deadline so I haven't been able to do the tidying I would do each day and now the whole house is a mess to the point that I can't stand to look at it any longer. It was hard to know where to even begin but after walking around to get ready I decided the best way forward was to start with all of my things and then work through each room.

Over the course of the day I went round and tidied then deep cleaned each room as the place was very much in need of it. It took me all day I was at it from when Pedri left for training to when he came back after meetings and other filming he had to do. By the time I was done my back and arms were hurting from the constant bending down and scrubbing. As much as it was hard work it felt so good to have it done and see all my hard work pay off as the house was truly spotless for probably the first time since Pedri moved in.

Just as I finished putting away all my cleaning supplies the door opened and Pedri came in and put his bag on the floor to come and give me a hug and a few kisses which were much appreciated. After greeting me he headed upstairs to change taking his bag with him but leaving his shoes and his boots in the middle of the entrance which any other day might not bother me but today annoyed me a bit. I put them where they are supposed to be and then headed upstairs myself to go and change as I had got a bit sweaty from cleaning. When I got to our bedroom I almost had a heart attack as yet again Pedri's stuff was everywhere and he had messed up everything I had organised neatly on his side of the room. Although it really wasn't that big of a deal it physically hurt to see everything that I had done all day be ruined in a matter of minutes. I could feel anger bubbling up inside of me as not only did Pedri not acknowledge that I had even cleaned the place he just went and made it a mess again expecting me to clean it up at some point like I'm some sort of maid and not his girlfriend.

"Baby can you put this stuff away please?" I asked him as nicely as I could as I entered the room

He completely ignored me and kept looking through his draws for something specific. The longer he ignored me the angrier I got but I didn't want to start an argument so I turned away to try and calm myself down until he actually spoke.

"Why do you always do this where the fuck have you put everything" he yelled

"Woah don't yell at me what are you looking for?" I asked angrily

"It doesn't even matter why are you so obsessed with putting everything in a certain place I hate it just leave my stuff where it is" he continued to yell

"But the place is a constant mess Pedri I can't live like that I cleaned this entire place today and all you do is come home and mess it up" I argued

"Well if you didn't hide all my stuff then the place wouldn't be such a mess" he retorted

"But it would be I'm the only one who ever picks anything up don't tell me you haven't noticed the state of the place this week when I've been too busy to clean I have turned into your maid Pedri not your girlfriend" I said

"I never asked you to do it so don't complain to me about it" he said

We were only going to keep fighting and getting angrier until we both said things we would regret so I decided to just walk out. On my way out I grabbed my phone and keys before just sitting in my car trying to decide where to go while thinking about everything that just happened. In the end I decided to go to Gavi's place as the two of us are really close plus he should be home. Along the way I calmed down so I wasn't so angry anymore instead my anger turned into sadness as I felt tears brimming in my eyes. Pedri and I never argue so when we do it always feels awful and now we have moved in together I worry about us drifting apart and eventually splitting up.

By the time I actually made it to Gavi's the tears had started falling even though it's only a short journey. Before actually going to the door I tried to wipe the ears from my face and hide the redness as I know Gavi will worry if I turn up crying but it didn't really work. When I actually knocked on the door I started to hope Gavi wasn't in. I mean why did I choose to to go to Pedri's best friends place after an argument we might be close but there's no way he'd take my side and even if he did I don't want to ruin their friendship. Before I could turn around and get back in my car the door opened and Gavi looked at me for a second before pulling me straight into a hug. When he pulled away he led me inside and sat down next to me on the sofa in silence for a few moments before starting to speak.

"What did he do?" Gavi asked

"Nothing we just had an argument and I needed to go somewhere before it went too far" I lied

"Now I know that's a lie you wouldn't be so upset if it was just an argument" he said

"Fine since we moved in together I noticed that Pedri never cleans up anything and usually I do it but this week I've been so busy with work that it all built up so today I deep cleaned everything and then when Pedri came home he just made a complete mess of everything I just feel like he doesn't appreciate me making an effort to keep the place clean" I ranted

"So he's being an asshole just like I expected" Gavi joked

"Yeah I guess so" I replied

"Look Pedri can be annoying but trust me he loves and appreciates you he is just very set in his ways and clearly having the place be a mess is one of them over time he will change I promise but in the meantime you have to get used to messy Pedri" he explained

"Thanks Gavi hearing that makes me feel better" I said

Pedri's POV

I was arguing with y/n when it just went quiet so I stopped what I was doing to find her as she never usually just walks away without saying anything. Just as I was about to head downstairs to see if she was down there I heard the front door shut which meant she had really just left in the middle of a fight. It made me more angry that she would just leave and not try and work through this as we never fight but when we do she always makes sure we don't stay angry at each other. As I thought about it more instead of staying angry I felt really bad especially when I went back into the bedroom and saw how much of a mess it was.

Y/n has spent her day off cleaning instead of doing what she wants and I can't even keep it tidy for more than 5 minutes. I know I'm not the tidiest person in the world and I always just leave things places but I always know where everything is but y/n has always been very neat and likes things to have their place. Before we moved in together I used to actually clean a bit more as I wanted to make her feel comfortable staying with me but since she has officially moved in I stopped trying and went back to my old ways. I have noticed that each day when I come home the place is cleaner than when I left which doesn't happen magically so y/n spends her free time doing that even though I know cleaning isn't her favourite thing to do.

Of course I had to go and start an argument just because I was in a bad mood and couldn't find what I wanted. I just feel awful that I shouted at her for something that's really my own fault after she put in all that work all day. All I wanted was to tell her how sorry I was but she left for a reason so I know I need to give her some time to calm down before I either wait for her to come home or go and find her. To really show her how sorry I am instead of just saying it I decided that I would actually tidy my things and organise them so that I can put them away and still know where they are to make the both of us happy.

It took a while but eventually everything was put away so I ran downstairs to head out and find y/n to apologise. I would wait for her to come home but I can't wait any longer before I apologise and make things better. It didn't take long for me to work out where she had gone as out of everywhere she could go when she's upset she would go to a friends and one of her closest friends is Gavi. Just to be sure I text Gavi to ask him if y/n was there before I headed there to see her.

Your POV

Gavi and I played video games together as that was he was doing before I arrived until someone knocked on his door so he got up to answer it. I didn't look over until I heard a familiar voice and I knew exactly who it was but I still turned around to check and of course it was Pedri. He looked at me before coming over and sitting next to me; he tried to put his arm around me but I moved away not wanting him to touch me until we talked things through. There was silence for a few minutes as we sat alone after Gavi left us to talk.

"I'm really sorry love" Pedri said breaking the silence

"Do you understand why I was even mad in the first place?" I asked

"I do and I'm really sorry I shouldn't leave you to clean everything and I should've appreciated everything you have done today on your day off" he said

"I'm just really used to living on my own and being able to leave things where I want that I didn't think about changing that when you moved in and I'm sorry from now on I promise I will try and be tidier and we will share out the chores so it's not just you doing them" he added

"Thank you babe I appreciate that I just wanted you to understand that I don't want to do everything only for it to be a mess the next day" I explained

"I understand that now as soon as you left I felt awful and I cleaned everything up and organised my things so I know where they all are so the place will be tidier from now on" he said

We made up and decided to move on from the argument and just both do better at communicating from now on. He went to pull me in and this time I allowed it so he hugged me tightly and gave me a few kisses before picking me up so we could go back home. I tried to tell him that I took my car but he just said that we would worry about it tomorrow so I gave up trying to tell him and just let him bring me home. We both said goodbye to Gavi before Pedri drove us home where Pedri made dinner and we watched my favourite show which usually Pedri hates for the rest of the evening. He also made an effort to keep things tidy throughout the evening which made me happy that he finally understood that the place isn't just his anymore.

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Chapter Seventeen

The apartment feels so big when I come home on Thursday, long shadows from the evening sun casting shapes on the floorboards, golden light capturing flecks of dust in the air. There is a silence, an empty apartment freshly tidied by Claire before she took the bus to Clonskeagh. On the table she’s left a pink post-it note that says: Slice of lemon drizzle cake in the fridge! Help yourself xoxo. I can’t imagine eating it, as much as I love lemon drizzle cake, my stomach is heavy with anxiety. 

I head upstairs to my bedroom and stand looking at myself in the mirror for several minutes, smoothing down my hair, adding a little dab of concealer to a spot that erupted on my cheek overnight. The pipes inside the walls of the building make ticking sounds, and outside the window a lone blackbird sings, and I move to peer out over Fitzwilliam Square, the trees that skirt its lawn are budding with the luminous green of early spring, branches gently rocking in the breeze. Beneath me, down on the street I spot Dean striding along the sun drenched street swinging a plastic bag from Tesco Express. I take a deep breath and head back downstairs. 

“Hello” He says into the receiver. “Can I come in?” 

For some reason I am reminded of that old tale about vampires, about how they can’t just enter your home, you have to invite them over the threshold. I say yes and I punch the button. Dean seems to take forever to climb the two flights of stairs up to my apartment and when he finally gets to the door his sharp knock on it makes me jump. I wish I was much better at being calm. In general. 

I open the door and he smiles at me, stepping inside and holding up the plastic bag. “I got drink.” He announces. “Can I leave this somewhere?” 

“Oh, yeah, just, here, I’ll take it.” I bring it over to the table and unload a six pack of beer and a bottle of wine. 

“I don’t know anything about wine.” He explains. “But that one had a cool label.”

“I also don’t know anything about wine, I just know when it tastes nice and when it doesn’t, and honestly, it doesn’t especially make a difference to me one way or the other.” I want to screw open the lid and start chugging it right now, but restrain myself for risk of appearing wild-beast-like in nature. 

The tension is so thick between us that it feels like a sentient being in the room, but I have no idea how to navigate a situation like this. What are we supposed to do? Do we have small talk? Dean sinks his hands into the pockets of his cargo trousers and looks around the room curiously. “So this is the forbidden apartment.” He says. “It’s nice to finally be here.” 

I laugh nervously. “Yeah, this is it. You can make yourself at home.”

He points at the beers. “Can I have one of those?”

“Oh, yeah of course, here.” I scramble to free them from their plastic coating. “You can sit over there on the couch, I’ll bring it.” I give up trying to rip it from the top and end up stabbing a hole through it with my thumbnail and yanking the can through it. “Do you want a glass?”

“No, the can is fine.” He settles onto the couch and starts touching things all around him, picking up the TV remote, shifting the cushions around, thumbing through one of Claire’s business textbooks that she left lying on the coffee table. Meanwhile I take a glass out of the cupboard and pour myself some wine and try not to think about how strange it is that he’s here, in my space, touching my things, taking up room on the little blue sofa that Claire and I have shared secrets and talked late into the night on. I have shared almost everything with her there, but it’s ironic that now the biggest secret I’ve ever kept from her is sitting right on it. I feel unsettled by the magnitude of my own lies, the personification of them with his hands blatantly all over her things, and I feel compelled to protect them from him.

I walk over towards him and place my glass of wine onto the coffee table. “Thanks.” He says as I hand him the can with one hand and slide Claire’s textbook off his lap with the other so I can move it out of reach. Then I settle next to him, carefully arranging myself so there’s enough distance so that I won’t accidentally touch him and set off a chain of events. My breath has already quickened, my chest rising and falling, and Dean knows. He always knows. In fact I know his favourite thing about me is how I react to him, how easy it is for him to set my blood rushing through my veins. He gives me one of those long, intense looks that makes my stomach flutter and I make a swipe for my wine. 

“Shall I put something on the TV?” I start scrambling for the remote and flick it on, and there’s some season one re-run of Smallville playing. “Oh, Smallville, have you ever seen this?”

“I haven’t.”

“I loved this when I was in secondary school, it’s kind of like a reimagining of the superman story, see there, that guy with the dark hair, that’s Clark Kent, he’s a teenager in high school who’s just discovering his powers.” I’m very aware of the heat radiating off Dean’s body, and the weight of his eyes on the side of my face, but I keep rambling anyway. “And her, that dark haired girl, that’s the love interest. Lana Lang. He hasn’t met Lois Lane yet, she comes into it a bit later, but right now it’s all about Lana. They haven’t got together yet, they just clearly fancy each other.”

“Right.”

“So in season one, right, there’s something freaky happening at their school, these kids keep going wild and exhibiting strange powers that they’re using for evil, I think this is the episode with the girl who eats everything.” He puts his can onto the coffee table and starts shifting impatiently beside me. “There’s another episode with a guy who kind of, like, turns into this bug-human hybrid and he, um, like, they find him crawling on the ceiling of his room that he’s turned into this disgusting chrysalis…”

He gently takes the remote out of my hand and switches off the TV. “Evie, I don’t want to watch Smallville with you.”

“You don’t?”

“No.” His eyes move to my mouth and he watches it intently as I speak. I can’t seem to stop. “That’s okay.” I say. “We can just talk if you want.” He shifts in closer to me and takes the wine glass from me so he can put it next to his can on the table. The warmth and the scent of him makes me feel overwhelmed, like he’s too much all at once, and then he moves his mouth slowly towards mine so that we’re almost touching. “I don’t want to talk to you either.” He says. 

“No?” 

“No.”

He brings his hands to my face, that first contact of his skin sending a jolt through me, and dips his fingers into my hair and when he finally kisses me it’s so gentle, so startlingly different to all the other times when he’s crushed his mouth against mine in fervent desperation that I’m almost thrown by it. His fingers come to brush my throat where my pulse thrills and then his mouth follows and he dips his tongue into the hollow between my collarbones. For some reason just that simple act overstimulates me so much that I could rocket off the couch. 

“You alright?” He asks me. 

“I’m nervous.”

“All I’m doing is kissing you.” 

“I know.” 

“You’re fine.” The final lingering rays of sunset hit his face in such a way that his eyes are the colour of flames, such intense, warm browns and golds flickering in his gaze as it travels over my face and my neck, raking down the centre of my body to the line of exposed skin above the waistband of my jeans. He touches me there and starts tracing mystical shapes on the skin beneath my t-shirt. “I didn’t come here to hurt you” He murmurs. “I’m only here because you asked me to be.”

“Yeah, I know.” I whisper. “I just don’t know why I’m so jittery.”

“Maybe you’d feel better if you were lying down.” He says with a presumptuous quirk of his brow and moves a casual hand to brush my hair over my shoulder. “Do you want to show me your room?”

I exhale a laugh at his forwardness. “Yeah, I suppose so.”

“Come on.” He gets up and takes me with him. “Upstairs is it?”

I nod. 

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[cryley]

Petrichor - Part 5

matty healy x reader (fluff) word count: 2.3k warnings: mention of cigarettes A/N: (moved from @cryley-fics where it was originally posted) Hey besties! ♡ AHH it's the last chapter! I had so much fun writing this fic and I hope you all enjoyed it. Will I continue this series with a sequel? Who knows ♡ ▹ masterlist ▹ part 1 ▹ part 2 ▹ part 3 ▹ part 4 ▹ part 5

“Sorry about the slight mess.”

I locked the door behind us and placed my bags on the couch. 

My place was small, but it was mine. I was proud of myself for getting a place of my own even if it was just a small 1 bedroom apartment. 

Matty chuckled as he looked around, “What mess? You should see how the studio back home gets when we’re all in there.” 

“Well I typically try to keep everything as tidy as possible, but I’ve been busy with work lately.”

He scanned the artwork that littered my walls. I tend to impulse purchase every piece of art I enjoy before forgetting I don’t have wall space to display the art, so my decor style looks a bit maximalist. He was silent as he walked through my living room as if it were some sort of museum. I watched him as his feet were almost rhythmic until he stopped in front of a particular piece. 

“Oh, uhm.” I started to become a bit embarrassed, “I used to photograph shows a while ago while in college.” 

He looked back at me with a smile. I froze a bit as my mind seemingly zoomed out to view my tiny apartment in a wide-angle lens. Matty Healy standing in my living room. Me standing awkwardly in my kitchen. Matty looking at a photo of himself on stage. A photo that I took and hung up in my living room.

“When was this?” He turned back to the photo. 

“I’m pretty sure it was 2015.” I moved a bit closer to him and the photo. 

In the print, Matty stood center stage in front of the classic neon box. The lights hit him so perfectly that I didn’t have to do much editing for this shot. Only a bit of his features were visible as it was mostly a silhouette. 

“This is pretty good. Do you still photograph shows?”

“I mostly do portraits now.” I moved next to him, “I think I’d like to revisit shows again, but for now I’m enjoying my current projects.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I could tell that he wasn’t staring at the photo anymore. His eyes were planted on me. I tried my hardest to pretend I didn’t notice. 

There were little moments when he looked like he was interested in me, but I knew that wasn’t the case. I was probably just reading things wrong and didn’t want to make a fool of myself. I tried to ignore things the best I could to keep myself from getting delusional or excited about what I knew wasn’t possible. Matty Healy, a famous musician, could have any model he ever wanted, interested in me? Even him asking me on a date in London was probably just him being nice in a friendship kind of way. Returning the favour for me showing him a cool record store and keeping him company while he’s bored on tour. 

“So, uh, I’m going to shower while we’re here if that’s okay.” I turned to transition to my bedroom door, “I’ll only be a bit, but there should be drinks in the fridge, and feel free to peek through my vinyls or tv.”

He gave a thumbs-up accompanied with a smile. 

I did the same with a chuckle before closing my bedroom door behind me. I sat on my bed silently for a minute just to try to process the last day and a half. His footsteps echoed as he was slowly walking around and stopping every once in a while. 

I later emerged from my bathroom now fully feeling clean. I pulled on a long-sleeve dress I quickly picked out. It wasn’t too formal, but definitely nicer than my typical jeans. 

I could hear through my door that a Cure album was lightly playing. He must have taken me up on the idea to search through my vinyl. 

I light knock tapped on my door just as I sat down at my vanity. 

“You can come in.”

My door opened to reveal Matty, now in just his white undershirt. 

“Hey, can I possibly also shower really quick?”

“Definitely!” I nodded and stood up to go fetch him some towels from my linen closet. 

He smiled as I handed him the towels, “Thank you. I didn’t get the chance to this morning and I probably smell horrendous.”

He didn’t smell horrendous at all. Somehow he still smelled perfect. 

I giggled to play along, “You can use any of the bottles in the shower. I don’t know if they’ll work great for your curls, but they’ll manage.” 

I continued back to my vanity to start my makeup ritual as I listened to the sound of the shower mixed with the Cure lightly in the background. Every once in a while, I thought I could hear Matty lightly singing something, but couldn’t be too sure of what he was singing or if I was just imagining things. 

I pulled on my shoes and jewelry as my last step of getting ready as I heard the door slowly open. 

“You look nice.” 

My eyes couldn’t help but pan up and down in awe as he re-entered my bedroom now shirtless and damp. I could feel my heart thump through my chest. 

“Thank you.” I leaned against my wall. 

He looked into my eyes for a long moment before his voice cracked a bit. 

“So, I’ve been wanting to do something, but have been a bit hesitant to just out of misunderstanding and time and place and all that nonsense.” he walked a bit closer to me until he was close enough to touch.

His eyes looked less tired but deep in thought. I wish I could peer inside his mind. 

He stepped one step closer, “I don’t want you to think that you’re just another fan I pull onto stage or that I’m doing anything purely to add a number to an imaginary list I have hidden somewhere to create some high score.”

I allowed my eyes to meet his. All of my thoughts spilled out of my brain and onto my floor. Was I wrong this whole time?

He was incredibly close to me. He still had a slight smell of sweet tobacco lingering on his skin. His longing eyes shifted down. My eyes did a similar switch from staring into his deep brown eyes to moving my gaze down to his smooth lips. 

Before I could question what he meant, his lips pressed into mine. The kiss was soft like his lips. I could feel my heart speed up with every second that went by. His hand found its way to my hip as he shifted his body closer to mine, gently pushing me closer to my bedroom wall. 

I was waiting for this. 

I smiled into the kiss and his mirrored soon after. I didn’t want this to end. 

His other hand moved up to cup the side of my jaw as he resumed the kiss, deepening it even more. The taste of tobacco lingered on his lips. I could sense that he was trying his hardest to keep the kiss soft and sweet, but the grip of his hand on my waist was telling me he wanted more. 

I took that as a sign to softly bite down on his bottom lip. An unexpected, and probably unintentional, moan escaped him. I smiled into the kiss again. 

His breathing became a bit shaky as my hands moved from his waist up to his neck and then up to tug lightly at his curls. Our lips moved perfectly in sync. He knew exactly what he was doing.

Without removing his lips from mine, he pulled me away from the wall and over to the edge of my bed. Our kiss broke for only a second as he sat on the edge and softly pulled me onto him. I gladly followed his directions, causing my dress to bunch up from placing my legs on either side of his lap. 

My hands settled into comfortable spots on his bare chest while his settled on my hips. He returned the light nibble I teased him with before. I returned the unintentional slight moan. I wanted nothing more than this. 

The kiss continued for some time before he broke it to rest his forehead on mine. 

“As much as I want to continue this, we’re going to be late for dinner.” he smirked, “Also, I wouldn’t want to move too quickly and spoil what I had planned for our date in London.”

I chuckled and kissed the tip of his nose. 

This caused him to smile a bit bigger than he expected. Sometimes I could catch him off guard enough for him to give a goofy smile instead of the kind of smile he probably practiced in the mirror. While both genuine, the unrehearsed one made me feel more accomplished in a way. Like I made him smile so much that he forgot about his whole act of trying to look handsome. As if anything he did made him look less handsome. 

With a quick peck, I reluctantly maneuvered off of his lap. I straightened my dress in the mirror as he pulled his sweater back over his head. 

“You look beautiful Y/N.”

His arms slid around me from behind as he placed his head on my shoulder. I smiled as I looked in the mirror at the both of us. We looked good together. 

“You look beautiful too, Matty.”

He craned his neck around to kiss my cheek before letting go. I moved to the living room to turn off my record player and put away the record. 

“Good choice by the way.”

Matty appeared in my doorway, “Thank you. It was hard to choose from your collection. All good choices.”

I grabbed my jacket from the coat rack and slid it on over my dress, “Ready to go?”

“One second.” His gaze was back on me as he moved next to me. 

He smirked and leaned down to place a peck on my lips.

“Okay, now I’m ready.” 

I playfully rolled my eyes as we exited my apartment. I wasn’t going to complain at all about the spontaneous kisses, but how he got them was very cheeky and he knew it. I often stole some extra glances while with him. I wanted to take in every single moment and remember everything. I never wanted to forget how he cocked his head to the side as he smiled. The way his lips curled up ever so slightly as he chuckled, forming small smile lines in the crease of his cheeks. I didn’t want to forget the way his hair smelled of shampoo with the lingering hint of cigarette smoke in the morning. The way his curls draped over his forehead and that some of them were speckled grey. 

“Y/N, are you coming?” Matty waved at me from the street, snapping me out of my thoughts. 

I nodded and joined him in my car. We had to drive back to the venue to meet the boys for dinner. I wasn’t sure where we were going yet, but I assumed it was going to be a nice place due to the boys talking about what they were going to order this morning. 

“So,” my fingers drummed on my steering wheel, “When do I have to request off work for London?” 

He scrolled through the calendar on his phone, “I’ll fly you out on December 31st. Be prepared to stay for around a week, I’d assume.”

“A week? I don’t know if I can take that much time off work, Matty.” 

“Don’t worry about it. I can cover your paycheck.”

“Matty - “

“Don’t worry about it Y/N!” He playfully threw his arms in the air. 

I smiled even though I was a little embarrassed about not being able to pay for my flight or felt insecure about taking that much time away from work. I’m sure he wasn’t used to having someone like me in his life. He surrounded himself with successful musicians and models that could pay their own way I’m sure. 

I was interrupted by Matty’s hand placed on my thigh, “You’re in your head again Y/N.”

I was surprised that he was able to tell when I was distracted or in my head about things. I think he knows from experience. 

Sooner than I had expected, I parked my car on the road near the buses. I dreaded him and the rest of the boys leaving tonight after dinner. Yeah, Matty promised to fly me out to London to see him again, but for some reason, I feared that he would change his mind in the time between now and the end of the year. What if he met someone else while on the rest of the tour? What if I don’t hear from him after he leaves? 

“I’m excited to show you around my city.” He smiled over at me in my passenger seat. 

I couldn’t help but to smile. His reassuring words made some of my worries go away. 

“Me too. You haven’t even left and I’m excited to get to see you again.”

His hand gave a light squeeze of my thigh. 

My eyes gazed forward out of the windscreen, “Promise you won’t change your mind?”

His eyes changed and his smile dropped its shape. The side of my face was met with his cupped hand. 

His lips were my favourite part of him. They pressed against mine. Soft and passionate. Longing and sweet. I could sit here in the front seat of my car for hours with my lips against his. Our mouths moved slowly in unison. It was a sweet kiss where neither of us were wanting dominance. It just was. 

“I promise, Y/N.”

[sleepyowlwrites]

Hello!!! Humbly asking for a piece of your writing from any wip at all; the way you write characters makes me so happy and i miss them :')

Wishing you a wonderful day, and thank you for giving me more motivation to write, and making me realise that yes you can in fact find your love for writing again, even if you had abandoned it. Best wishes, may you feel rested soon🙏

this is an excerpt from Youth D2, written at least two years ago, because it has been a really long time since I've been able to write anything, let alone any of my original wips.

Mark wandered through the various bags and boxes laid out on the floor of Daniel’s bedroom. Some of them were crinkled like they’d been smushed together in a tight space, and some of the boxes were missing lids. He stepped over a stack of them and approached where Daniel was crouched over a very large bag with his head stuck down in it.

“What are you doing?”

Daniel whipped his head up. “Don’t sneak up on me!”

Mark shrugged, crouching beside him. “Hi, I’m here. What are you doing?”

“I’m going through the clothes I don’t need and the clothes I’ve stashed away for everyone to decide which of them might actually be accepted. Your stash is over there,” Daniel finished with a pout, pointing at a tidy stack of blue boxes.

“My stash?” Mark got up to inspect it. He removed the lid of the first box to see some printed shirts, mostly in darker neutral shades. The first one he picked up had brown and grey stripes, and only two buttons.

Daniel spoke up from back in the bag, presumably, since his voice was muffled. “I’ve tried to keep to colors that you’ll actually wear, but there is a rather nice white and aqua affair somewhere that I think would look really good on you if you’d give it a chance.”

“You know I don’t prefer when you buy me clothes,” Mark said, moving on to the next box so he could judge the mentioned shirt on fair terms.

“But I also know that you’ll wear them anyway, and I can’t help it. Buying clothes for my friends is one of my love languages.”

Mark found the shirt and ran his fingers over the fabric. It was soft, and the print was subtle. But it was blue, and bright, and Mark was unaccustomed to wearing such shades. “This is a Nyks shirt.”

Daniel sighed. “Yeah. He picked it out.”

Oh. That was different then. “Did he say anything about it?”

“He said “get it for him anyway, he might recognize that bright colors are his friends too,” and no, I’m not making that up.” Daniel met Mark’s gaze with a passive smile.

Mark chewed on the inside of his cheek while looking back at the shirt. “I like that brown one with the dots,” he said eventually.

Daniel pushed aside the bag to come over and stand next to him. Mark was always very aware of the differences between them. Today, Daniel was wearing a pale pink button-down with sky blue on the collar and cuffs. Mark was wearing a charcoal henley and the red friendship bracelet Evie had made for him. Their respective auras felt on opposite ends of the spectrum, and Savannah wasn’t even here to comment on it.

“Why do you want me to dress like you?” Mark asked.

Daniel wrapped a hand around Mark’s wrist, lightly, a typical gesture of proffered comfort for Daniel. “Not that. I want you to have good things, and I like to buy clothes. And I think you don’t have to wear darkness, especially now that you’re not stuck there.”

“I’m cool with darkness. It’s not my enemy.”

“You know what I mean.”

Mark nudged the stack of boxes with his foot. “You’re enough of a good thing by yourself, you know.”

Daniel smiled again, brighter this time. “Thank you. I am trying.”

“But also you just like to buy clothes.”

“That too.”

“You want good things for everyone.”

“I do.” Daniel slid his hand down to Mark’s, tugging on it a few times insistently. “I’ll give you good things and you’ll accept them, or I’ll get Nyks to scold you.”

“Oh no,” Mark said, mock horrified. “Not that.”

Daniel grinned. “Do you want cannolis? I’ve got a craving.”

“Okay.” Mark let Daniel lead him out of the room, still holding his hand.

Sometimes good things were a lot, and sometimes they were just shirts and cannolis. Mark could accept that, he supposed.

[bornforastorm]

fuck it friday, even though it’s monday, but this is when I was tagged so I’m doing it!! Thanks for the tag @marley-manson!

Here’s a lil snippet from what I’ve been working on recently (it’s perry mason):

The house was dark and quiet, the lights kept off to save on the electric bill. It was cluttered and busy, full of tossed aside shoes and books and newspapers. Such was three kids, Perry thought. Hard to keep a house clean with three kids. Hell, in his own case, it was hard to keep the house clean with no kids running around. He wandered through, taking his time, eventually making it to the master bedroom. Smaller than his parent’s bedroom at the farmhouse. This room was lived in though. Rumpled sheets on the half made bed, clothes draped over the footboard. It was clear which bedside table belonged to who— Pete’s was littered with paperback novels and bobbins of thread, a crumpled packet of cigarettes and an empty glass with a lingering water ring. Ruthie’s was much more organized. An alarm clock, a pair of reading glasses. Tidy. The shower was running through a door that wasn’t properly closed. Perry leaned towards the door and caught a whiff of floral soap, a hint of steam, and the shadow from a body moving behind a curtain. “Pete?” “Perry?” His voice called out from the bathroom. “You’re early.” “I'm not, really,” he said, distracted now by the closet. Pete’s suits and shirts. A handsome brown sport coat with a pleated panel back that Perry had never seen him wear before. He fingered the fabric, feeling the weave. Rough, thick. “Well, gimme a minute anyway. I ain’t ready.” “Yeah.” In the top drawer of a bureau that had seen better days, Perry found himself face to face with Pete’s carefully tended undershirts and boxer shorts. The other side of the drawer held Ruth’s intimates, folded tightly so you could hardly tell what they were. Of course that was the moment Ruth turned the corner, catching Perry putting his nose where it didn’t belong. She cleared her throat at him. He jumped, slamming the drawer closed. “Fuck, sorry.” “Enjoying my husband's unmentionables?” She asked, dry and wry and scathing. “Habit, Ruthie, you know how it is.” Like poking around was something he couldn’t help but do. It was hard to tell if she believed that. That was part of the problem, Perry thought. He couldn’t read her at all. She rolled her eyes. Geez, if that didn’t cut him down to size. “Come wait in the kitchen.” He tucked his tail between his legs and slipped past her out of the bedroom, pausing momentarily to let her lead the way through to the kitchen. She placed him at the table, sat across from him, and waited quietly. She was going to force him to speak first. This was Ruthie’s great power, Perry thought as he watched her watch him. Her silence. The power she carried just by being quiet. She spoke to him only when necessary, and it made her strong. Who knew what she was like in private, with just her husband, but to Perry she was an impenetrable wall. Just when Perry felt he was about to break, the kids came stampeding through the kitchen. They ran past in a flurry, ignoring him completely, preferring to continue their trample through the house and into the back yard. Ruth did nothing to try and stop them or slow them. She maintained her unflappable cool over Perry, who flinched at the sudden influx of ruckus. Point Ruthie. Not that they were in competition, of course. Good looking kids, Perry thought, forcing his mind away from Ruth and her cold stare. Healthy and pink-cheeked. The oldest boy was starting to look a lot like Pete, with his chin and nose. Probably it was nice to have a kid that looked like you. He’d never thought Teddy looked like him at all. Perry heard the shower stop. “I don’t mean to intrude, you know. I can wait outside—“ “No intrusion. You’re my husband’s friend.” Somehow she made both words, Husband and Friend, sound like insults. She found a loose lock of her dark hair with her fingers, gave it a twist, and tucked it up into the loose bun behind her head. Effortless. Ruth was pretty enough, Perry thought. Or she used to be. Before the three kids and the hardship and this dark, messy house. She’d turned what prettiness she’d had into toughness, and he could see it in the way she held her mouth. In the disdain she had for him. “Listen, Ruth—“ “Just don’t get him in trouble this time,” she snapped. Perry recoiled, pinned into his seat. “Some of us need him to be around.” “That’s not fair, I need him—“ “He doesn’t keep your lights on, does he? He doesn’t feed your children?” Reprimanded, Perry fell silent. He couldn’t begin to explain to Ruth that yes, Pete did keep his lights on. Yes, Pete did feed his kid. Without Pete there would be no work as a P.I., no money to pay his bills or pay his child support. And more than that, without Pete there would be no lights on for Perry at all. Pete lit him up, kept him active and lively and out in the world. Without Pete it would’ve been easy to rot to death at home, watching the planes grind his family's legacy into the dirt. As honest as he could be, he said, “He matters to me too, Ruth.”

tagging my dear friends @majorbaby @boasamishipper @ireallyamabear and anybody else who’s keen!

[polyamorouspunk]

hi hello I hope you're day evening etc. is going alright. sending metaphysical pancakes or sth your way if you want them and if you're up to it maybe asking for. advice. in return. though I'm strongly assuming the only solution here is ✨communication✨ but unfortunately on occasion that is scary and hard to figure out

so. my partner wants to live with me. ideally for me to move in with them. which is great! I've been sorta dreaming about that for years! all good, right?

well. the thing is. we've been planning to live together in the past. repeatedly. repeatedly and not continuously because somehow the plans were always cancelled, and hate to say it but never from my side. I don't like pointing this out to them bc it sounds like I'm holding a grudge or sth, though they always had valid reason for backing out and obviously it's better anyway for both of us if they back out if they don't feel ready rather than having to deal with a difficult-to-reverse situation like sharing a living space. but nonetheless it has happened... 3? 4? times over the last... decade or so and I'm having a hard time trusting that this time it's not gonna suddenly pulled back again which would. y'know. hurt kinda.

additionally, we've both moved into our respective flats fairly recently (2 and 1 years aho respectively), and neither is really made for 2 people. theirs would work alright if needed but I'm fairly certain we'd want/need more space sooner rather than later, and I don't really want to move all the time since it's bloody exhausting. and like... we DO have pretty different idk styles of living? they're all about pretty places and a good level of tidiness, and I'm kind of a mess with stuff everywhere and mismatched furniture and decoration bc functionality trumps style and also I collect all the stuff that I like and display it regardless of whether it objectively looks "good". meaning, and in the past we'd always agreed on this, that it'd be good if we both did have separate spaces at our disposal, so the general living space can be nice and aesthetic and they can decorate their space how they like and I can contain my chaos in my own space without bothering anyone much. except now out of the blue they seem adamant to move in together asap and get really excited about it and I HAVE explained most of this but they seem insistent on making it work somehow which is. sweet, and I do love that apparently it's become so important to not be separated from me for long, but I have a hard time trusting that as well due to uhhh our relationship history idk.

it's just. it's sweet and I should be over the moon but I can't share their optimism regarding making it work (I don't want fighting to happen bc I left my stuff lying around too much) and I can't fully trust the whole thing so now it's just them being excited and me being sort of a buzzkill and I'm not really sure how to. address. all of it

sorry this got long haha please don't feel obliged to answer or anything, and take care!

I think your feeling are totally reasonable. I’ve had a partner who would always say they were going to come over and then something always came up so I just… stopped hoping. It’s soul-crushing! I think it’s a reasonable boundary to say “listen this has been an issue in the past and every time you say you wanna move in and then back out even if you have your reasons and they are valid it still hurts me, even if it doesn’t have anything to do with me”. I’m lucky that my ex and I both had similar living styles so the idea was when we moved in together like we would function well. We pretty much already lived together on weekends, so we knew we worked out well. I think having someone stay at your place/stay at someone’s place for a few days is a great test to see how you guys live together. But yeah, as someone who is poly, I’ve always been adamant about the fact I would want my own bedroom in a polycule situation. For a lot of reasons I need my own space in a shared living area. Things like that aren’t easy, and I’m not going to say “it’s just about communicating” because while it is yes it also seems like “maybe your partner needs to work on not getting your hopes up about things like that only to back track” (aka you establishing that boundary).

[morraien]

Me: I am in a perpetual state of discontent.

Mum: …you’re always in a perpetual state of discontent…

Me: yes but this time it’s about the bedrooms!

Mum: your bedrooms are looking well though!

Me: NOT WELL ENOUGH

[delcakoo]

winter wear ﾐ n.rk

PAIRING ! niki x f!reader

WC ! 1.2k

GENRE ! est relationship, fluff and banter

SUMMARY ! when the apartment turns into an igloo, you go in search of a certain someones clothes for warmth. he doesn’t seem to approve..

a/n: i’ve been wanting to start a writing blog for a while, so here we go~

  winter was nice, sure. soft, powdery snow falling gracefully all day, shining christmas lights adorning all types of buildings, and magnificent feasts with friends and family.

you could admit it was one of the best times of the year any other time. but right now, the season of winter was yours and niki’s worst enemy.

it was a swarming blizzard outside, the wind was howling loudly and you noticed that when you exhaled, you’d see a puff of icy mist leave your mouth. you both were excited to stay in your boyfriend’s shared dorm with his band members, which was normally quite warm and cosy, until it had suddenly become what felt like antarctica. out of any other day, today was the day the heater had decided to break. 

while the rest of the boys were out doing god knows what, you and niki thought it’d be the perfect time to have a little movie date with some popcorn and blankets.

instead, you both sat freezing your butts off as you huddled together for warmth. not only that, you’d been stupid enough to only wear a flimsy t-shirt and shorts, thinking you’d be feeling hot with niki cuddled into your side and all the blankets cacooning you. the movie you’d only gotten about fifteen minutes into was long forgotten as you suddenly lunged up from your spot wrapped in niki’s arms.

the boy reached out for you just as quick, cringing disapprovingly at the woosh of cold air that was summoned from your disappearance. “yah, where are you going? we’re supposed to be penguins remember? huddling for warmth?” 

“just wait here.” sparing a last glance at your boyfriend, you hold in a grin at his whiny expression, walking off into the hallway to find his bedroom.

you rushed to the surprisingly tidy black closet near his bed, trying to ignore the goosebumps blossoming along your limbs. it was absolutely freezing.

pulling open the silver handle, you were met with a large assortment of nice clothing. niki had amazing taste, which was good for you as well considering what you had planned. you pulled two hoodies off the rack, a soft, striped grey-ish blue one, and a simple brown one with strings.

as you stood there, holding them side by side debating, the bedroom door swung open once again.

apparently, this idiot doesn’t know what ‘wait’ means. “what are you doing in my closet?” riki inquires. you nearly dropped the clothes in your hand, jumping at the boy’s dramatic tone from behind you. 

“inside voices please, you almost gave me a heart attack.” you decided on the brown hoodie, pulling the soft fabric on over your plain black tee as you return the grey counterpart back into it’s home.

when you turned around, niki had moved closer to you silently like a predator stalking it’s prey, staring down at you. at first he wanted to scold you half playfully, as while it may sound strange, he cherished his large clothing collection a lot. but when he took in your appearance, the boy held back immediately.

on him, the hoodie was a bit oversized. on you, it draped down to right above your knees, the sleeves going longer than your arms and the hood covering half your back. he thought you looked absolutely adorable in his clothes; he loved it.

he wanted to take a picture of you right there for his home screen, looking all tiny and adorable, but he was snapped out of his thoughts by the sound of your teasing. “you done staring dumbass?” you sigh dramatically, “i already know you’re obsessed with me.” 

niki looked back up at you, rolling his eyes as you ruin the moment like always. that was how your relationship was though, and he wouldn’t change it for anything else. “i was just thinking how stupid you look with that thing covering half your legs. you have your own hoodie right here that you abandoned last time you came over,” he complained, pushing you aside and grabbing your red hoodie from the back of his closet that you had, in fact, completely forgot about.

you pout, “hey i do not! it’s like minus thirty in this house, i’m freezing my tits off! and plus, i wanted yours ‘cause it smells like you..” your voice fades out at the second part, mumbling quietly under your breath and suddenly finding niki’s wall much more interesting than him. 

but your boyfriend still heard you, bursting out his classic giggle that he does only when he’s teasing you or feeling cocky. “seems like you’re the one who’s obsessed with me in this relationship.” he ruffles your hair while trying to act nonchalant, feeling his ears get warmer as the conversation went on.

little did you know on the inside, your boyfriend was jumping around at your confession, the thought of you wanting even his smell making him all giddy and very much pleased.

your frown grew looking back at him, wrinkles appearing as your brows furrowed. huffing in defeat, you begin to take off the hoodie, struggling slightly as you drowned in the overflowing length of it.

“fine, since i look so stupid in your clothes, i guess i’ll have to go check out jay’s closet instead.” the boy’s eyes widened in horror at your words, his lips now dropping to match your own displeased gaze. “or maybe jake’s? i do think he has some nice—“

“woah woah woah, no way.” he pulls your arms away easily as if you were a toddler, not giving you any time to move or fight back. hybe really needs to close their gyms. you feel the hoodie being pulled back down onto you until your head has popped back through the hole, meeting your boyfriends proud expression at his work. “you only need my clothes.”

“but i thought you didn’t like it?”

niki scoffs, “i obviously don’t, idiot.” lying straight through his teeth, he continues, “i just hate the thought of you in some other loser’s clothes way more.”

you whine in defeat, “ay, i’m your girlfriend! can’t you be nice to me just once and say i look cute or something?”

as you two walk back into the chilly living room, niki turns to you, a sudden eruption of guilt encouraging him to plant a quick peck on your unsuspecting lips. “you do look adorable.”

before you get a chance to reply, he’s walking ahead of you and pressing the movie back on, cheeks shining a hot red.

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[thefreakymunson]

Could you do like, Eddie x reader where they're fighting over something small and to end the fight Eddie just says “You were made to be kissed, often and well.”? ily

You glared at him over the bar in the kitchen, watching as he made a mess of everything you had just cleaned up. He pulled the spices out of the cabinet as he seasoned whatever it was that he was cooking and didn’t even offer to put them back once he was done. Instead, he turned the burner off, plated his food, and left the pan on the stove.

“What are you staring at me like that for?” Eddie asked, fork in his mouth as he carried his plate.

“Eddie, I just cleaned that all up,” you sighed, throwing the rag down on the bar as you crossed your arms.

“And? I’ll clean it back up when I’m done. I’m starving, Y/N.” Eddie mumbled, sitting down at the table with his plate.

“I told you I was going to make dinner in just a little bit,” you sighed.

“Babe, I just finished working on the van all damned day. I couldn’t think straight because of my stomach growling.” He sighed, watching as you walked over to where he had left the spices out, “I said I’d clean it up-”

“Eddie, stop.” You sighed, picking the spice jars up and placing them back in the cabinet, “I’ve got it.”

“Fuckin’ christ,” he snorted, “Always got to be the control freak, huh?”

You stared up at him in slight shock. He knew you struggled with wanting to keep everything tidy, your OCD kicking in strong when it came to cleanliness and tidiness of the house. He never ever dared say anything about it. Normally he tried his hardest to help you keep up with the chores and keep everything tidy.

“Control freak?” You asked, tears welling up in your eyes as you scoffed, “Wow. Thanks, Eddie.”

“Babe-”

“Leave me alone,” you said, storming off through the house, ignoring his calls.

Eddie groaned in frustration, flopping back down in the chair as he heard the bedroom door slam shut. Just his luck. His van wouldn’t start and now his woman was mad at him. He had really been having such a great day.

You weren’t sure how long you had stayed in the bedroom, trying to cool off. Eddie didn’t breach the unspoken barrier of your shared bedroom and you didn’t leave the comfort of it. Things weren’t messy in here. Things were nice and clean and not covered in spice jars.

“Y/N?” you heard Eddie’s voice coming from the otherside of the door. He tried to open it, but you had locked it out of spite. You were quiet as the handle rattled and he sighed in defeat, “Y/N...baby...I’m sorry.”

You didn’t move – didn’t even attempt to move until you heard him speak again.

“Please let me in,” He said, a slight thump apparent as he laid his forehead against the door, “Look, today’s been shitty. I’m sorry. I – I shouldn’t have said that. I know you’re not a control freak, doll.”

“You hurt my feelings,” you said, sitting on the side of the bed, “I wasn’t trying to control anything...I just wanted it to be clean.”

“I know that,” he said, voice muffled, “I know that and I’m so sorry, baby...just unlock the door, yeah?”

You sat there a moment, trying to decide whether or not to do as he asked when he spoke again.

“C’mon, Y/N. It’s been like two hours...I miss you.” His voice was soft – a careful balance between gentle and apologetic. You could almost see the pout on his pink lips.

When you unlocked the door, he pulled you against him, ringed fingers threading through your hair as he cradled your head against his chest, soft warm lips pressing against your forehead.

“There’s my girl,” he said, feeling your arms wrap around his waist and pull him in tighter.

He cupped your chin, bending his head down to nuzzle against yours, forcing your head back as he pressed his lips against yours. Anger and humiliation washed away as his mouth danced against yours, so much love and emotion packed into it.

“I’m sorr-” you were cut off by another kiss, his hand coming to rest on the side of your cheek.

“Don’t talk,” he whispered, “Just let me kiss you like you were made to be kissed, yeah?”

“And how’s that?” You mumbled.

“Often and well, love.” He whispered before moving in for another smooch.

[blu-joons]

Stolen Shirt ~ Kim Seokjin

Your eyes landed on Jin’s shirt on the bedroom floor as you rose from the bed, glancing across to see that he was still asleep on his side of the bed. You bent down and picked up the material, carrying it with you through to the bathroom as you began to prepare for your day.

You closed the door quietly behind you as you walked into the room, slipping the shirt over your head, allowing it to hang around your frame. You slowly began to go about your routine, catching a glance of yourself in the mirror every few moments.

The look of Jin’s shirt around your body always bought a smile to your face, turning sideways so that you could take a look at it from all angles. You tried to concentrate on your routine, but with Jin’s shirt, and one that he loved so much, being worn by you, you struggled to concentrate on anything other than the shirt.

After you finished your routine, you made your way back to the door of the bathroom, opening it up to see Jin awake, with his eyes staring back at you. You smiled weakly as you walked through the doorway, watching his hands run over his face.

He wasn’t sure if he was dreaming as he watched you walk across to your wardrobe wearing his shirt that he had discarded late last night. There were plenty of views that he loved waking up to, and this was most definitely one of them.

You were oblivious to his eyes watching over you until you spun back around, beginning to make your side of the bed. The corners of Jin’s mouth turned up into a smile as he watched you move around the room, tidying things up.

“It’s definitely a good morning this morning.”

Your eyes flickered across to Jin, shaking your head at the smirk that was forming on his face. “I take it that you don’t mind me wearing your shirt then?” You asked with a chuckle.

His head immediately shook in reply to you, with no complaints at all. Jin loved watching you wear his clothes, he loved how well they fitted around you and how you styled his wardrobe on yourself completely different to how he styled it on himself.

But most of all Jin loved waking up to the view of you with his shirt around you. There was nothing better for him than seeing you wearing the shirt that you had lifted over the top of his head late into the evening the previous.

“I did not expect to see you in my shirt first thing this morning.”

Your eyebrows raised as you stepped away from the bed, turning on your bedside lamp. “I thought that my pyjama shirt was around, but when I couldn’t see it, I just thought it would be better to steal yours instead.”

“You can wear my shirt as much as you want.”

Your head shook as Jin sent you a knowing glance, continuing to stare across at you as you began to get yourself sorted, keeping himself tucked up nicely in the bed.

“I’ve got to change out of it soon, I don’t think my boss will be happy if I show up wearing this,” you joked, unsurprised when Jin’s head shook back at you.

If he had it his way, the shirt that belonged to him would exclusively become yours, he would have you wearing it as much as possible, and especially around him too.

“Steal one of my jackets and then you’ll be able to wear my shirt,” Jin suggested, but you refused to listen, picking an outfit out of your wardrobe.

“I have a feeling if I stay in your shirt, you won’t even let me leave the house this morning,” you challenged, shooting a glare across at him as he sunk down in the bed.

“How can I not?” He argued, feeling his cheeks begin to darken as your eyes remained watching over him. “It’s like you’re teasing me right now, wearing my shirt just to get ready and abandon me when I want you here with me all day now.”

Your shoulders shrugged as you laid your planned outfit across the bed, ignoring Jin’s stare as best as you could whilst you tried to go about your business.

“If you keep staring at me like that, you’ll freeze.”

“If it means that this moment with you in my shirt would freeze too, then it would be worth it,” Jin smartly responded, watching as your expression dropped, failing to find the words to reply and give back an equally smug response.

Your body froze for a few moments, eventually giving up on answering to Jin, deciding that instead it would be better for you to continue to prove your point to him by carrying on getting ready for the day at work you had ahead of you.

“Hide it another your work shirt,” Jin then proposed to you as you bent down, finding the hem of his shirt so that you could start to change out of your pyjamas and into your work clothes. “It’s cold outside, an extra layer will you warmer out in the winter.”

“I need to take the shirt off,” you smiled back at him, lifting it over your head despite his protests, throwing it across so it hit the side of his head once you had it off. “Maybe tonight I’ll wear it again if you’ll let me sleep in it.”

His head immediately nodded, “you think I’m joking but I mean it when I tell you that that shirt could be yours if you want it to be, it just looks so good on you.”

Watching you change into your work outfit was like a form of torture for Ji, taking his shirt off from the side of his head, balling it up with his hands in frustration that now he was the one holding onto it, with it no longer around your frame.

As much as he loved to joke, Jin knew that you had work, and he understood, but that didn’t stop him from craving him seeing you in his clothes again as soon as possible.

“What time do you think you’ll be home tonight? I’ll have an outfit laid out for you for when you get home,” Jin smiled across at you, changing up his tactics quickly.

Your eyes rolled back at him, “I’ll be home after you so you can sort me out an outfit.”

“I know exactly what I’m going to decide for you too,” he grinned, raising his eyebrows as your eyes rolled back at him. “I might take you by surprise, what’s to say that the outfit will include the shirt that I’m holding right now.”

“If it doesn’t include that one, it will include one of your other shirts,” you replied, reading him like a book.

“Maybe it won’t be such a surprise after all, so when you see it when you come home from work, just try and act a bit surprised.”

Your head nodded as you began to collect your things to head downstairs and continue getting ready for work. Jin reluctantly sat up as he did so, deciding to stay in bed and out of the way whilst you busied around trying to leave the house on time.

“Have a good day at work,” he spoke as you headed for the door, “I’ll be waiting for you for when you come home tonight.”

“Jin, you’re impossible.”

---

Masterlist

[myckicade]

Prompt: Ok so we all know Coco is touch starved, and would be clingy af in a relationship. What about Coco x wife!reader, while she’s trying to do basic errands/chores and Coco is her shadow?

A/N: I’ve been waiting for this one. I really have. Hee hee. I just adore Coco. <3 . This piece sort of follows the story of the last two Coco x Reader pieces I have written, but it will stand-alone, just fine. And, I swear, these things just have a mind of their own. I can continue to apologize for length, and content, but, in the end... I let the story tell itself. ;) . <3 .

As a warning, I come from Vermont, where we have a plastic bag ban. Last I knew, California was the first state to have one. I don’t know how that would translate to Santo Padre, but… When I mention fabric bags, I mean reusables, and the ban is why. ^^;;;;.

Title: Worthwhile

Teaser: He’s a little rough, your Coco, foul-mouthed, and quick to anger. Untrusting, and bitchier than a woman, on his best day. But, once you have his love, you have it. All of it.

“Okay…” you murmur, slowly, eyes scanning over the paper in front of you. Fifteen items, nothing crazy. Shouldn’t take you more than an hour, tops, and that includes travel to and from the store. “I think I’ve got everything we need… And, specials included your beer, and those little frozen cream puffs.”

Beside you, Coco groans, deep and guttural. “Fuck, I love those things.”

You giggle, but keep reading. Your man is too damn cute. “Feminine products.”

“Do those count as special?” Coco genuinely sounds thoughtful, as he steps up behind you, where you are leaning over the counter top. He wraps his arms around your waist, chin coming to rest on your shoulder. “Kinda’ a necessity, ain’t they?”

Tipping your head, you glance to your husband. Seriously. This man is a treasure. “Why don’t you run for political office?” you tease, pleased when Coco chuckles.

“Yeah, my record’ll look great, on the campaign trail.”

You shrug. “You can tackle pink tax, and tax evasion, at the same time.”

Coco grins, and steals a peck off your lips. “What else you got on there, muñeca?”

“Hmmm, let’s see…” You turn back to your list, tapping the pen against your lips, thoughtfully. Spying the next item on it, you try not to let out another giggle. He’s not going to like this one. “Letty asked if we could have that cauliflower pizza thing for dinner, tonight.”

As expected, this groan is decidedly not from food lust. “Fuckin’ vegetarians. When the hell is she gonna’ get over this shit?”

“It’s just a phase, Coco,” you remind him, for the… Well, honestly, you’ve lost track. It started shortly after the wedding, Letty’s change in diet, and you’re still not convinced the two aren’t related. You’re just not entirely sure how. But, two months in, and she’s still looking healthy, so you won’t send up any alarms. “It’s very popular at her high school, right now.”

Coco scoffs, disgusted. “When the hell’d she start copyin’ other people, anyway? My girl ain’t no follower.”

The words send a shot straight to your heart. He’s a little rough, your Coco, foul-mouthed, and quick to anger. Untrusting, and bitchier than a woman, on his best day. But, once you have his love, you have it. All of it. The love he has for Leticia is the greatest proof. They may carry on like cats and dogs, but when push comes to shove, there is nothing they won’t do for one another. My girl. It brings a warmth to your soul, and a smile to your lips.

You shake it off, enough to formulate a response. “She’s figuring out how to be her own woman. Trying new things.” You shrug, not wanting to make a big deal of it. You were Letty’s age, once, of course. And, a girl, to boot. Some things, Coco just won’t be able to understand. “It’s a process.” He hums, still disgruntled, but doesn’t push out another word. “You want anything else?” you ask, holding up your list. “I’ve gotta’ get going, before I run into the football widows.”

Before you can even take a step away, Coco tightens his arms around you. “You sure you gotta’ go, though?” he asks, leaning in to brush his lips against your neck. “With the house all to ourselves, like this?”

“If I don’t go,” you start, as Coco’s touches gain intent, becoming teasing kisses. Damn him. It feels nice, you won’t lie, but there are other things on your mind, right now. Priorities.

You’re just… having trouble remembering what they are.

Oh. Yeah. Shopping.

“If I don’t go, we won’t have anything for dinner.”

Another kiss, accompanied by a barely-there swipe of tongue. You shiver, and Coco moves his lips to your ear. “We can order in,” he whispers, breath so invitingly warm against your skin.

Oh, this asshole.

“And, what are we supposed to have for breakfast, tomorrow?” you try, again. “Half an Eggo, and a pack of Skittles?”

Coco cuddles you closer, again. “Ain’t you never heard about livin’ on love, baby?” Some of his smoothest work, that is. And, it’s almost convincing. Almost. You can imagine the afternoon ahead, if you give in. Your clothes will come off, and won’t be back on until the last second, before Letty walks back through the front door. By that time, you’ll be too tired to roll your ass off the bed, let alone go grocery shopping. And, you promised Letty you’d talk Coco into that cauliflower pizza.

“Great as that sounds,” you agree, preparing to capitalize on the truth. You ease yourself away from Coco’s stubborn hold, and give him one more smooch, just to soften the blow to come. “I don’t think Letty will appreciate the sentiment.”

A third groan. You must be going for a record. “C’mon, (y/n).” Oh, he’s whining. It’s so cute, it’s unreal. “We’ll find some place that delivers that rabbit food shit.”

Unfortunately for Coco, you’re already grabbing your bag. Lucky for you. You’re still two seconds from giving him what he wants. (He just doesn’t need to know so). “I’ll be back in a while.” God willing. “If you think of anything else, call my cell.” You rush out the front door, and don’t look back. If you see the look on your husband’s face, you know you’re as good as done.

*

Well, what the shit? Coco stares at the front door as it closes, you on the wrong fucking side of it. His arms are at his sides, palms turned toward the ceiling. That went so well. He kind of can’t believe you just walked away, like that. Left him alone, and wanting. In your big, empty house.

He probably should have volunteered to tag along, instead of just chasing you off.

Fuck.

Glancing around, Coco tries to find something to do. Something to clean, at the very least. But, that’s the trouble with having moved in with you, after the wedding, he supposes. Ain’t nothing to tidy up. Not that the three of you don’t have possessions. They’re all just in their proper places. Probably Leticia’s doing, in the end. He’d had a long talk with her, before the move, that she absolutely has to keep her shit where it belongs. Your house isn’t like their house. There aren’t burn marks in the carpet, or gouges in the coffee table. Dishes go in the damned dishwasher, not left to pile up on the counter, or in the sink. Beds get made. Laundry gets folded, and put away. No more wrinkled heaps in the clothes basket. So far, the kid’s been doing good. Real good.

Coco, though? He’s never felt so unnerved in his life.

It was different when he just visited. Spent a night or two, here or there. He’d almost felt at home, then, stupid as it sounds. At home, with the knowledge he wasn’t staying. But, now? Now, the reality has settled in, and he feels so-so… out of place. There’s so much he’s struggling to adjust to.

You have a purified water system installed under the sink, where Coco is used to buying bottled water.

You have a dining room, where Coco and Letty are used to eating on the couch.

You have an extended cable package, whatever the fuck that is.

You kind of have it all, here, certainly by comparison to what Coco is used to. The best of everything. Which really makes him wonder – not for the first time – what the hell you’re doing with a dirt-poor biker for a husband? You’ve had this conversation, on multiple occasions, and you’ve explained yourself, every time. But, this time… This time, you’re not around to give that speech. You’re not around to hold him, and kiss his face, and reassure him in a way that only you can. No, you’re at the grocery store, shopping for Coco, and his kid, which was apparently a better offer than staying home with him.

Oh, nope. Nope, he’s doing it, again. He can feel it. You love him, he reminds himself. You’ve got his ring on your finger, his last name, and – God-willing – his baby in your belly. By choice. All by choice.

Coco takes a deep breath, in. Lets it back out, slowly. Tries not to get sick, for all the nerves coming up to greet him. He wraps one arm around his own torso, free hand moving up to cover his mouth.

Fuck, he hopes you get back, soon.

*

You let out a deep sigh, as you park your car in the garage. Oh, it is so good to be home, at long-last. Talk about Old Home Week. You’d run into everyone, and his brother, at the grocery store. Shopping had taken nearly twice as long as you’d meant for it to, and you just know Coco must be losing his mind, by now. You hate to think about it, in such terms, but, sometimes… Well, sometimes, Coco reminds you of a new puppy. You can’t really leave him alone, without some kind of separation anxiety creeping up on him.

Ah, well. At least he isn’t ripping down the drapes, and shredding the couch cushions.

You blink. Well. That you know of.

Shaking your head, you climb out of the car, mentally preparing to unload armloads of bags. Maybe, if you really, really try, today will be the day you can finally get all twenty bags in, in one trip.

Right. And, shortly thereafter, you can have both forearms set, and casted. Be a real turn-on, in the bedroom.

You’ve managed to grab half a dozen bags, when the door to the mud room opens. “Hey, don’t grab too many!” Letty warns, as she comes hopping down the steps. “Let us help!”

Glancing up, you smile. For having had such a rough start, Letty can be a sweet girl. You know she gets that from her father. “Well, thank you,” you reply, resting a few, fabric handles onto her outstretched hands.

Letty grins, lowering her hands to her sides, before leaning in. “Did you talk him into it?” she whispers, conspiratorially.

You snicker, and whisper back, “He isn’t getting a choice. He’s outnumbered.”

“Yes!” Her hiss of victory is hardly subtle, catching Coco’s attention as he pokes his head out the door.

“You two plottin’ against me, again?”

“Yes,” you and Letty reply, in unison, leading you to erupt into a fit of giggles.

Coco is all grins. “’Course, you are.” He strides closer, he and Letty dancing around one another as she moves into the house. You lean into the car, and retrieve a few more bags. If Coco’s out here, he might as well assist. He’s peering into the car, once you stand back up, and lets out a low whistle. “Damn, (y/n)! You buy out the whole store, or what?”

“Hardly,” you reply, dryly. You hold up your hands, offering Coco the bags. “Here you go.”

“Oh, don’t mind if I do.” Thankfully, your hold on the bags is solid. Instead of grabbing the groceries, Coco’s hands are suddenly groping all over you. One hand is settled firmly at your ass, the other sliding into your hair, at the back of your head. He wastes no time diving in for a slow, deep kiss, and, damn, does his timing suck. He could have at least let you put the bags down, first. The contact makes you tingle, and has you regretting your decision not to stay home. Coco pulls back, after a few seconds, and hums. “Mm. Best delivery ever.”

You can’t help the small snort of amused laughter that leaves your throat. “Good try, Coco,” you praise, easing back far enough to offer him the bags, again. The look of disappointment on his face is just pitiful. “I’m not banging you in the garage.”

He has the grace to mock gasp. “I’d never!” It’s a crock, and you both know it. He looks too amused to be repentant, and you look too aware to be angry. You just raise your hands, slightly, in a third offer. Coco sighs. “All right. All right.” He takes the bags from your hands.

“Thank you.” You grab another load for yourself, rounding the open car door to follow Coco’s lead, into the house. One more trip for each of you, and you should have it covered. So much for only buying fifteen items.

Coco might be right about buying out the store.

*

Watching from the dining room, Coco has a good view of you and Letty unpacking the last of the groceries. Damn kid, she’d thrown him out, about ten minutes prior.

“Less groping, more helping, Coco,” Letty had warned him, after he’d tried to pin you against the sink.

It had been his last warning. Now, he’s been banished. Not the worst thing in the world, not really. Over the last few weeks, he’s really learned that there are some tasks he’s not so fond of. Pruning roses… Yeah, he’s pretty sure you’ll never let him do that, again. And, hey, nobody told him what to fill the bird feeder with. Unpacking groceries goes on that list, somewhere between line-drying laundry, and a streak-free mirror. He’s not sure why. Goodness knows, it makes him feel like a kid at Christmas, most times. Since being with you, though…

Since being with you, he feels like he’s taking advantage of something.

Yes, groceries are a strange place to let that feeling land, but he can’t help it. Coco’s been responsible for feeding himself since before he cares to remember. The only time anyone provided his meals was during deployment, and half that shit barely passed for edible. You, though… You keep the house stocked with more food than he’s seen anywhere, outside of a corner market. Letty always has options to take to school, and there’s a nutritious dinner on the table, almost every night. (Some nights, he actually does win the battle for delivery). If Coco goes on a run, you send him along with snacks for the road. And, yeah, he kinda’ likes that. He also likes the energy bars you picked out for him, last week. Something with cherries, and dark chocolate. He wonders, for a second, if you picked up any more. Come in handy during his mid-week trip outta’ town.

Coco blinks. Then, he does it again, just for good measure. That’s it. That’s what’s so fucking weird about this whole thing.

It’s you.

Okay, no, it’s not you, you. But, it’s you. It’s you, taking care of him. It’s you, seeing to his needs. Letty’s needs. It’s you, being his wife, his partner. It’s you, slotting into the place of role-model for his teenaged daughter. Welcoming them into your home. Not treating it like it’s your home. It’s you, being so fucking perfect for him, it’s taken his mind all this time to catch up with reality.

Coco doesn’t get perfect. Perfect doesn’t want him.

Except, now, it does.

Before he knows what he’s doing, Coco strides into the kitchen. He doesn’t wait for you to put the box of pasta in the cupboard. He just takes it from your hand, ignoring your confused look, as he tosses it onto the counter.

“Coco!” Letty admonishes, but it’s no use. He’s already lifting you off the floor, arms around your perfect backside. The kid gives a long-suffering sigh, he hears it, but pays it no mind.

Nothing – nothing – is going to keep him from holding you in his arms.

Your own arms go around Coco’s neck, and you smile down at him, surprise still lingering in your eyes. “Uhm… Hi, there.”

Coco grins. “Hey, muñeca.” Leaning up, he pecks you on the lips.

“Can I help you with something?” you ask, to which Coco shakes his head. Closes his eyes, as your fingers play in his hair.

“Nah. Got all I need.”

*

Pulling a package of mixed vegetables from the half-unpacked shopping bag, Letty rolls her eyes. You two… God, you’re gross. Coco always has his hands on you, no matter what you’re trying to do. It’s a wonder you don’t carry a damned fly swatter around. Actually, it’s a wonder you ever accomplish anything. He’s always smooching, and smiling, and snuggling at you. It’s disgusting. It’s pathetic.

It’s so damned cute, it’s sickening.

Really, Letty’s enjoying seeing Coco so happy. Like, genuinely happy. Not the false pride he carries around with his kutte. He’s more relaxed, nowadays. He drinks less, and he spends more time at home, both of which mean he’s not hanging around with those skanks at the clubhouse. He eats more, he’s healthier… Nothing to complain about, there.

And, hey, she has no complaints about you, either. You’re pretty cool, all-around. A woman who takes care of herself, and her family, and doesn’t bitch about either one. You’re not using Coco for money, or status, none of the shit she’s always been worried her father would fall into. There aren’t arguments, every night, not even between herself and Coco, as of late. No hostilities, nothing to avoid the house over. Just good dinners, and movies, and a new fish tank in her room. (Okay, so, you’d earned some major points with that birthday gift. She hadn’t actually expected to get one, when she’d mentioned it). For the first time, she understands what a peaceful, happy family feels like. It feels nice. It feels like home.

Glancing back to where Coco now has you perched on the counter top, stealing the most syrupy-sweet smooches… Letty can’t help but smile. Home is A-okay by her.

*

The sound of the air conditioner humming in the bedroom usually lulls you right to sleep. Tonight, it’s just providing you with white noise, a low background track to your thoughts. You don’t mind, not really. It gives you a few minutes to reflect on the day that’s just ended. To plan your day, tomorrow. To weave your fingers through Coco’s hair, and listen to him breathe. That, alone, makes it worthwhile.

Coco has been asleep against your shoulder for nearly an hour, now. Your arms are wrapped around him, comfortably, his own around your waist. You’d urged him up to bed, after he’d fallen asleep on the couch, his head in your lap. He’d snoozed from the middle of the movie, to the end of the nightly news report. Letty had tsked, and complained that no one had any business, whatsoever, in falling asleep during Zombieland. (How he’d stayed asleep was still a wonder to you, both, for how hard you’d been laughing at Tallahassee). With your fingers in his hair, Coco had been blissfully unaware for a couple of hours.

Glancing down, you take in the sight of your husband’s sleeping face. He looks so damn peaceful, the kind you’d outright murder to preserve for him. Coco’s still struggling with sleep, and relaxation, even though you’d hoped it would ease up, once your nuptials had passed. Most of it, you know will never go away. Anxiety doesn’t have a magic wand, or some perfect little on/off switch. And, all things considered, today wasn’t a terrible day. You’d been able to leave the house, with minimal panic on Coco’s part. Granted, it had taken extra time to get the groceries put away, and dinner made, but… You understand, as much as you are able to, that Coco needs the reassurances. It doesn’t cost you anything to carve a few moments from the day, every here and there, to give him what he needs.

Okay, so it did cost you that first batch of pancakes, this morning. They’d burned on the stove, and set off the smoke alarms, when he’d insisted on a dance through the living room. But, Coco loved the song you’d been playing on your Spotify, so there was really no denying him.

Oh, and… Yeah, you’d missed that phone call from the bank, the week before. Your husband had slipped up next to you, on the porch swing, and snuggled you to within an inch of your life. An easy fix, and you still got the business loan, but…

And, sure, you’ve been late to work, on numerous occasions. Coco has a habit of sneaking into your morning shower. And, after that… Well, hell, you own the company. It’s not like you have to explain to the boss that you’re late to your shift, on account of baby-dancing. (Fucking forums).

Point is, you’re more than happy to take care of Coco’s emotional needs. It may take you an extra hour to pay your bills. Daily tidying may have become every-other-day-if-you’re-lucky tidying. And, your ass may have gone numb, tonight, while he slept on your thigh. During which time, you could have loaded the dishwasher. Taken out the trash. Any number of tasks that have been neglected, in the name of Coco. They can wait.

Leaning in, you press a tender kiss to your husband’s forehead, before settling back in, and closing your eyes. Yes, chores can wait. Work can wait. The whole world can hold it, with both hands. So long as you’re around, Coco’s well-being will never have to take the back seat.

*

P.S. If Coco denies it, he’s full of it. He fucking loved that cauliflower pizza. Fucking vegetarians, indeed.

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