#aaaand again sorry this took a Lifetime...

[gothgoblinbabe]

She Wolf

A/N: I said I was gonna get this done and it took me way too long and has an absurd word count but I am incapable of holding in word vomit! Inspired by She Wolf by Shakira cause idc its GOOD and it got me thinking' so here it is. Also you don't have to listen to the song as you read but I think It's fun!

Summary: You've got a crush on your best friend and he's a bit of a dick. He regrets it and tries to apologize but you're already trying to push yourself to move on any way you can, even if it's in some shady club you'd never been to before.

Warnings: MDNI 18+, swearing, Logan's kind of an asshole for a minute, Possessive/jealous!Logan, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), friends to lovers cause that's my fave, fem reader, mutant reader, unnamed creepy guy (?) aaaand Logan absolutely has a pain kink. I think that's it but if there's any I missed please let me know!

Word Count: 7K (im so sorry but I'm not though)

divider credit here

“Are you ever gonna tell him?”

You looked up from your desk towards Ororo’s voice, sighing and taking your glasses off your nose.

“God, I don’t know, ‘ro. I don’t think I should. It’s just going to end with me being humiliated and him never wanting to even be in the same room as me again.”

You’d had a crush on Logan Howlett since the day you first walked through the doors of the mansion six months ago. You’d probably be considered best friends by now with how much time you’d spend together, doing jack shit around the mansion on your days off. Just about everyone could tell he had a soft spot for you and that you had one for him. Logan was a classic ‘tough guy’, constantly trying to hide his kind nature with a hard exterior, but it took only a couple weeks for you to crack that barrier. You weren’t exactly a seemingly ‘soft’ type either.

You’d spent the majority of your life before you joined the X-men hoping from couch to couch and hitching rides with strangers, not really having a destination or a place to call home. You’d been dropped off at a church when you were fourteen, around the time you started to turn every full moon. Your parents couldn’t live with having to chain their mutant daughter in their basement once a month, and so they dropped you where they thought you’d find some ‘help’. You’d been passed from foster home to foster home till you were eighteen, each one passing you up the moment they realized you were not like them. It was always a slip of the mask, something setting you off to make you so enraged your eyes gleam yellow and your sharp canines make an unfortunate appearance. You took off the second you could and being on the road came with its fair share of creeps; men with terrible intentions looking for opportunities. You’d never wanted to hurt anyone - truly - but when cornered by a creep, it was hard to think anyone would miss them. A couple of local newspapers caught on, debating where the wolf that tore men to shreds had gone. You weren’t an animal. You just had teeth like one.

Knowing you couldn’t lurk in town much longer, you’d hitchhiked your way to a camp occupied with people like you; lost with no place to call home. It was there that you’d met a couple of mutants who told you about Charles Xavier and the place that seemed completely unreal until you set your eyes on it. That felt like a lifetime ago by now. 

“I think you're underestimating how he feels about you,” Ororo said, bringing you back to reality. She was sat on the edge of your bed, flipping through one of your magazines as you worked at your computer to try and make a lesson plan for the coming week. 

“I think you’re overestimating how he feels about me,” you let out a short laugh, shaking your head.

Just as she was about to retort, you both heard someone shout your names from the hallway. You looked at each other curiously and left the room, hearing shouting again. 

“Are you guys gonna play Monopoly with us or what?”

You both giggled and made your way downstairs towards Scott’s voice. Him, Jean, Marie, Bobby and Logan were all sat in the living room, the game already set up on the coffee table. Bobby and Marie were picking out their game pieces, assigning everyone else to their own piece.

“Okay, Logan, you’re gonna be the dog,” Marie smiled, dropping the little metal piece into the palm of his hand. 

He was definitely not as amused, “why do I have to be a damn dog?”

Ignoring him, she handed another piece out to Jean, “you’re the thimble.”

She then handed the boat to Scott, the top hat to you, and the iron to Ororo. You all began the game after Scott painstakingly over-explained the rules and how to play. 

It was a good bit into the game that you all became distracted with conversation, eventually leaving the board game untouched. The topic of compatibility came up somehow, the conversation focused on the joy of Bobby and Marie. 

“I think anyone would be lucky to have what you guys have,” Ororo smiled, shifting her gaze between the two of them.

“And what we have, obviously,” Scott joked, hanging his arm around Jean.

“Gross,” Logan chimed in, taking a sip of the beer he’d hidden in the back of the fridge.

“I think someone is jealous,” Ororo said in a singsong voice, poking his arm.

“Of having someone hang on me all the time? No, thanks,” he scoffed.

As stupid as it was, it made you a little sad to hear he had no interest in even entertaining the idea. It wasn’t a surprise, but still a disappointment nonetheless.

Ororo brought up your name and your eyes went huge, silently begging her to keep her mouth shut.

“You don’t seem to mind her hanging on you all the time. I think you’d be cute together,” she said, smiling mischievously at you. Scott and Jean agreed and you had never wanted to smash your head into a coffee table as much as you did in that moment.

“Nah, definitely not my type of girl.”

It was just seven words, out quick without a second thought, and yet it felt like you’d been punched in the gut. You couldn’t take your eyes off the monopoly board on the table, avoiding everyone’s gaze. 

Definitely not my type of girl. 

“I think I should head to bed, it’s getting late,” you mumbled, keeping your head down to hide your blushed face as you got up from the couch and practically ran out of the room and up the stairs. 

“What the hell was that?” Scott scolded Logan the moment you were out of sight.

“That was so mean,” Ororo chimes in, backhanding him on the arm.

“I didn’t mean to be,” Logan said nervously , shrugging his shoulders, “…do you think she’s mad at me?”

“Probably more hurt than mad,” Jean said honestly. 

“Shit,” he sighed, putting his beer down to rub his face with his hands, “what do I say?”

“Not that,” Marie replied, “why did you even say that anyway? You could’ve just said no.”

“I think you like her and you’re being mean so that she wont like you back because you’re afraid,” Ororo said after a moment of silence. 

Logan sat quiet for a moment, his hands still over his face.

“Am I that easy to read?” His voice was muffled through his hands.

The rest of them couldn’t help exchanging knowing smiles.

“So you finally admit it,huh? You’ve got a crush,” Scott teased.

Logan moved his hands from his eyes to glare daggers at him, “you shut your fucking mouth or I’ll shove that monopoly board where the sun doesn’t shine.”

“I think that’s a yes,” Jean whispered to her boyfriend.

“Talk to her when you see her tomorrow. We’re not going to let you hurt her feelings just because you can’t accept your own,” Ororo advised, lightly patting him on the shoulder.

“Do you think she’s even gonna talk to me?”

“Only one way to find out.”

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Logan tried to catch up with you the next day, always seeing you as you were leaving a room he was entering or passing by and even then, you ignored his calls of your name.

It was a little after dinner now and because it was a weekend, a couple of kids were up playing the PlayStation in the living room. Bobby and Marie sat with them, taking turns with the controllers. 

Logan entered the room after about three laps around the mansion, mentioning your name to the both of them.

“Have you guys seen her? I’ve been trying to talk to her all day, she keeps running from me.”

“Can’t really blame her,” Bobby muttered, his eyes never leaving the TV screen as he button smashed. 

“She’s in her room,” Marie answered before Logan could come up with a retort, “she went up before dinner, said she wasn’t hungry.”

He groaned, running a hand through his hair, “she’s skipping dinner now too, great.”

“Go talk to her!” She insisted, shooing him away with a wave of her hand.

He made his way to the stairs and up to your bedroom, knocking lightly on your door. Hearing nothing, he knocked again, a little harder. Still, nothing. 

“You can’t avoid me forever, you know. I wanna talk about yesterday, I was a dick.”

Silence. Now he was a little worried. He tentatively grabbed the doorknob and turned, cracking it open a bit.

Your bed was made, your desk was neatly organized and you were nowhere to be seen. He noticed your purse was gone from the usual spot you’d leave it in and your closet was open, a couple garments and some shoes strewn about on the floor. It looked like you’d gotten dressed and dipped. He figured maybe Ororo or Jean might know where you were, leaving your room and looking for them instead. He found them shortly after, huddled in the kitchen. Again, he asked if either of them knew where you were.

“She’s in her room, she went up before dinner,” Ororo answered.

“No, she’s not. And her purse is gone.”

Both women turned to each other with the same worried expression.

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Having tried your cellphone about thirteen times from just about everybody’s phones, they all decided they had to tell Charles. He used his ability to connect with every mutant on the planet to try and locate you, visualizing with his eyes closed. Everyone stood in his study, anxiously awaiting his conclusion. After a moment of silence, he started to silently chuckle to himself.

“What’s so funny?” Logan asked immediately, crossing his arms and furrowing his eyebrows.

“I’m afraid you all have your work cut out for you,” he replied, finally opening his eyes.

“So, where is she?” Ororo asked, worry in her voice. 

“There is a club called The Nightcrawler - “ Charles began to explain, but Logan interjected impatiently. 

“Club? What, like a book club?” He nearly scoffed. There was no way you were at some sleazy nightclub in the city. You were a homebody and an introvert, neither of which made clubbing enjoyable. 

“Maybe we should just let her have fun,” Jean began to say, but Logan was already halfway out the door.

Uncharacteristically, you found yourself dressed to the nines in the middle of a dance floor full of people. You’d spent a while trying outfits in your room, searching for something you could actually wear out that wasn’t sweatpants and a hoodie. You’d settled on a halter top that tied at your neck and in the back and a pair of ridiculously tight pants that you’d bought forever ago and never had the guts to wear. You ended up standing in front of the mirror, choosing a pair of very cute but very uncomfortable shoes and looking over the outfit. If you weren’t Logan’s ‘type of girl’, you sure as hell were somebody’s. Trying to get yourself out there may be the best solution to forgetting the heart-crushing infatuation you had with your best friend who would never see you as anything more. 

“I feel ridiculous,” you chuckled to yourself, turning in the mirror to see the back of your outfit. You did look good, just super out of your comfort zone. You grabbed your bag and ended up slipping out when everyone was eating dinner. That’s how you ended up where you were, pushing your way through the crowd of people with a drink in your hand. You passed the raised lounge area and felt a hand on your shoulder, making you turn suddenly.

“Hey, you wanna dance?”

He was tall, leaning down a little to shout over the music. He was pretty good looking but didn’t look like Logan in the slightest, which you realized was exactly the point of going out tonight. He was dressed nice and smelled like expensive cologne. 

“Sure, why not?”

As you abandoned your half finished drink on a table and let him pull you a little further into him, a familiar song started to thump through the speakers.

“I love this song!” You exclaimed, letting the nameless guy rest his hands on your hips.

S.O.S., she's in disguise

S.O.S., she's in disguise

There's a she wolf in disguise

Coming out, coming out, coming out

“Ironic,” you muttered under the music.

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Logan walked ahead of Ororo, Jean and Scott, his long legs taking him much further at a much faster pace.

“Logan, slow down!” Ororo called out, jogging a bit to catch up with him.

“What if she didn’t even want to be there? What if some guy dragged her there?”

“Oh,” Jean laughed, “ I see. You’re jealous.” 

“No.”

“Yup.”

“Nope.”

“So you’d be fine if we walked in there and she is with a guy?” 

Logan slowed his pace as they approached the entrance, “sure, whatever,” feigned disdain in his voice.

The second the door opened, the bass of the music was overwhelming. It was dim, save for a few colorful lights projecting around the room. The four of them were squished together near the door, trying to pick you out in a sea of moving people. 

“This is gonna be like finding a needle in a haystack,” Scott shouted.

“Not necessarily,” Ororo replied, a smug smile on her face.

“What?” Logan furrowed his eyebrows.

She pointed across the room and he followed her gaze.

There's a she wolf in the closet

Open up and set it free 

There's a she wolf in your closet

Let it out so it can breathe

You didn’t even look like you. He’d never seen you in anything that showed that much skin or any clothes that even hugged you like that, for that matter. 

And you were with a guy.

Sitting across a bar, staring right at her prey

It's going well so far, she's gonna get her way

“So, what did we tell you?” Jean shouted, waving her hand in front of his glaring eyes.

“Just some kid,” he replied dismissively, turning to her, “doesn’t mean anything anyway.”

“You sure?” Scott nudged his shoulder, making Logan look towards you again.

That kid had his hands up the sides of your top with his head craned down to kiss your neck, your back to his chest. You were giggling, playfully smacking his arm. Truthfully, you thought the attention was nice for a change. After trying so hard for too long to get Logan to notice you, it felt good to have someone pay attention to you in that way. 

Not looking for cute little divos or rich city guys

I just want to enjoy 

By having a very good time

And behave very bad in the arms of a boy

You felt his hands squeeze your hips a little harder, enough for his nails to dig into your skin. Out of instinct, you felt your canine teeth start to poke against your lower lip. You tried in vain to tug his hands from you, only making him tighten his grip.

The switch in demeanor was obvious even from across the dark room, your smile turning into a grimace that bared your sharp teeth. You yanked the sleeves of his jacket to make him finally let go, turning around while he still had his arms ghosted around you.

S.O.S., she's in disguise

S.O.S., she's in disguise

“Touch me like that again, you son of a bitch, and I will rip you to fucking shreds.”

You gathered fistfuls of his shirt, bringing him down to eye level so he could see your snarling teeth and gleaming eyes as a hint that you weren’t bluffing. 

There's a she wolf in disguise

Coming out, coming out, coming out

Before anyone could even tell him to stay put, Logan had already disappeared into the crowd of people.

“God damn it,” Scott huffed, following Jean and Ororo when they went after him. 

“Logan!” Jean yelled, trying to grab his jacket to slow him and only having him slip out of her grip. 

There's a she wolf in the closet

Let it out so it can breathe

“Shit, I’m kinda into the fangs. What, you gonna bite me?” He was whispering in your ear, your hands still on his shirt. Before you could do something you were going to regret, you felt someone tug your upper arm and pull you away from him.

“Come on,” Logan snapped, “we’re leaving.”

“What the hell are you doing here? What do you mean we?” You yelled back. You didn’t want to stay anywhere near that guy but you weren’t ready to leave either and sure as hell not with Logan dragging you out like an angry parent.

“Hey, she doesn’t really look like she wants to leave with you, man,” the other guy interjected, keeping a grip on you by looping his fingers through one of the belt loops on your pants. 

“Yeah? She doesn’t want to stay with you either, jackass,” Logan moved his hand from your arm to hold your hand instead, “she’s not interested.”

What the hell had gotten into him? You felt like you were in the middle of a tug of war with two dogs. 

“No one’s gonna fucking ask what I want, right?” You tried to complain, neither of them hearing you. 

“Your little doggy girlfriend here was just about to take care of me. You mad about it?” The other guy laughed and you nearly lunged at him, Logan’s hand tugging you back. He intended to pull you away so he could get to him first, but Scott, Jean and Ororo jumped in just in time. 

“Alright - enough, enough, we’re leaving!” Jean yelled, pushing you all towards the door, Logan dragging you the whole way. When you finally were out in the cool evening air, you angrily yanked your hand from his.

“What are you guys doing here?” You asked, turning to Logan, “and what the fuck was that?”

“What was that? You’re welcome - “ 

“I didn’t ask you to come save me - from what, having a good time?”

“Oh, yeah, it looked like you were having a lot of fun,” he scoffed, “he had you by the hip so hard he probably left a bruise.”

He instinctively reached his hand out to check and you swatted it away, “Don’t - Don’t touch me!”

None of them had ever heard you sound so pissed off and you’d definitely never snapped at Logan like that before. 

You took a deep breath and reached down to slip off your shoes, leaving you barefoot on the concrete. 

“I’m sorry,” you apologized to the rest of them,” but why are you guys here?”

“You left without saying anything, we couldn’t find you and we wanted to be sure you were safe,” Ororo sighed, hugging you in relief, “we’re so glad you’re okay.” 

You hugged her back.

“I just - I wanted to disappear for a while,” you explained apologetically, avoiding Jean and Scott’s gaze. 

“Do you know how stupid it was to run off and not tell anyone where you were going?” Logan scolded you, but Jean clicked her tongue at him.

“Shut it! Enough from you! You’ve done enough damage control!”

The ride home was almost silent, your tired body slumped in the backseat between Scott and Jean, until Ororo spoke from the front passenger seat.

“Honey, I don’t mean this in a bad way, but,” she paused, thinking over her words, “what were you gonna do to that guy if we hadn’t stopped you?”

You understood what she meant immediately. 

“What, you think I was going to kill him?” you asked, crossing your arms and leaning forward in your seat, “I wasn’t. I don’t do that unless I have to and you know even then I hate doing it.”

“I know…so, what were you doing with a guy like him anyway?” she asked, trying to move on from the question that had clearly made you upset, “he seemed kinda shady.”

Logan was gripping the steering wheel so hard that his knuckles were white, dreading the answer.

You shrugged your shoulders, staring at the synthetic fabric of your pants.

“Liked the attention, I guess,” you answered honestly, kind of hoping you could throw anyone off the idea of you being interested in Logan, “it’s been awhile since a guy has liked me like that.”

“He only wanted one thing from you anyway,” he scoffed from the front seat. Ororo glared at him, about to tell him to mind his business before you stopped her.

“And I can’t want it either?”

That shut everybody up and Ororo turned to him again, a look on her face that said ‘you asked, you got the answer’.

You tried to bolt to your room when you all got home but Logan was quick to follow, catching up with you to stand in your path in the hallway outside of your bedroom. 

“What’s going on with you?”

“Leave me be.”

You tried to dodge around him but he stuck his arm out. 

“Logan.”

He raised his eyebrows, waiting for you to continue speaking.

“Move.”

“I’m not leaving you alone until you tell me what’s going on with you. You don’t disappear like that, ever. And I wanna talk to you about last night - “

“There’s nothing to talk about. Goodnight,” you huffed, ducking under his arm and opening your door.

“I care about you, you know, I was worried,” he began to explain.

You tried to slam the door in his face but he stuck his foot out, jamming his boot between the door and the doorframe. You let go in defeat and turned away, gathering your pajamas as if he wasn’t in the room.

“Yeah? Why?,” you scoffed, trying with everything in you to bite your tongue but failing miserably, “I’m not your type of girl. What’s there to worry about?”

Logan’s face fell. He pushed the door closed behind him. 

“Is that what this is about? That’s why you went out?”

“Why do you care?” 

You still had your back to him, furiously shuffling through clothing in your dresser.

“Stop.” 

You felt his hands on your arms as he came up behind you, paralyzing you in your spot.

You let him turn you around gently, almost chest to chest.

“I didn’t mean that.”

“You don’t have to lie to spare my feelings -“

“I’m not.”

He leaned back a little to force you to look him in the eye.

“I only said that - listen, I only said that because - “ Logan paused, biting his lip till it nearly bled, but you shook your head and slipped by him again.

“Please, don’t treat me like I’m stupid, Logan.”

You sounded so exasperated, tears forming in your eyes when you turned your back to him.

“Fuck,” he sighed, “I only said that because I didn’t want you to like me.”

You wiped the tear that rolled down your cheek and turned back to him, a confused expression on your face.

“It worked, are you happy?”

“No, I’m not - “

“Well, guess it backfired. Get out of my room.”

You were face to face again, keeping your mouth in a tight line so your lip wouldn’t quiver. It felt stupid to cry in front of him, but you couldn’t really help it once it started. 

“Oh, god, please, don’t cry,” he begged, leaning down and actually bringing a hand up to your face to wipe away a tear that rolled down your cheek. You wanted to smack it away, tell him again to just get the hell out , but you couldn’t.

“Why would you do that?” You mumbled out quietly, finally letting the overwhelming feeling of sadness cancel out any rage you had for him. You couldn’t look him in the eye again, concentrating on the throw rug you were standing on.

“I’m so sorry, princess, I am. I’m really fucking stupid,” he huffed. 

You were surprised by the softness of his voice and finally tore your eyes from the floor. He’d called you that before, but usually in a teasing way. This time it sounded endearing, like a plea of your name. 

“And what happened there, at the club? ‘She’s not interested’, what was that about?” You continued.

He sighed, still trying to figure out what exactly it was that he wanted to say. He realized there probably wasn’t much of a way to beat around the bush and he groaned, closing his eyes as he stood in front of you to make spilling his guts a little less agonizing.

“I like you - like you a lot, and I was an asshole because I figured if you hated me, you couldn’t like me back and it would save you the trouble.”

Hearing no response, he finally opened his eyes to see you still standing in the same spot, your lips parted.

“Save me the trouble of what?”

You were confused, your eyes narrowed as if you were angry.

“I don’t know…having to deal with me, I guess. I - I’ve never felt the way I feel about you for anyone else and it scares the shit out of me.”

You could hear him swallow hard, his eyes looking everywhere around the room except at you. 

“And earlier, when we picked you up,” he continued, “I acted like that because I was jealous, alright? Can’t stand to see some asshole on you like that, and you were dressed all nice and - I don’t know.”

You’d never heard him sound so nervous in all the time you’d known him.

“You are my type of girl,” he finally choked out, “only type of girl I’d ever want.”

All you could do was inhale sharply, his words echoing in your mind. 

“It’s alright if you hate me, I can’t say I really blame you. Fuck, I’m sorry.”

He began to walk out, convinced he’d fucked up beyond repair.

“Logan.”

Your voice stopped his hand from turning your doorknob and he turned back to you. 

No longer crying, you tentatively stepped forward a bit, nervously playing with the front hem of your top. 

“You’re not something to deal with, you know,” you muttered, letting your hair fall in front of your face.

You supposed this was the point where it was your turn to explain.

“I’ve liked you for a long time, Logan, probably since the day I walked in here and I just - I think I wanted someone to distract me so I wouldn’t wallow in self pity because you didn’t want me.”

“You were trying to get over me,” he realized aloud, a small smile on his face to hide the hurt, “I deserved that.”

After a moment of tense silence, he spoke again.

“Did it work?”

His voice was low and soft, a tone you’d rarely heard him speak with.

You pursed your lips and finally lifted your head, taking a deep breath. 

“No. I don’t think it was ever going to, either,” you laughed a little, “when that guy asked me to dance, the first thing I thought of was that he didn’t look anything like you.”

Your voice trailed off a little at the end, a little embarrassed to confess that even if Logan had already flat out told you he was interested in you.

Without another word, he came close enough to reach for your hands and gently intertwine your fingers with his. He cleared his throat, nervously chewing his bottom lip before he spoke.

“Can I kiss you?”

You must have had this dream a million times over, waking up night after night and feeling so empty because none of it was real. But now, with his hands in yours, it was very real.

You eagerly pressed your lips to his, not wanting to waste another second. His lips were soft and you were encompassed in the scent of his body wash and cologne, smelling of pine and cedar wood. You brought your hands up to play with his hair at the back of his head. Logan moved his arms to wrap around your waist, pulling you further into him. 

When you finally pulled away from each other, you were both smiling like idiots.

“We should’ve done that much sooner,” you giggled.

“Agreed.”

His fingers traced small circles on the exposed skin of your back, making you shiver.

He kissed you again, this time with much more intensity. It wasn’t long before your tongues were in each other's mouths and you both had fumbled yourselves over to the end of your bed.

“Wanted you for so long,” he mumbled between kissing your neck and jaw, his hands still sliding up and down your back, “I was so stupid.”

“We both were,” you giggled a little, cut short into a moan when he licked your neck all the way from your collarbone to under your ear.

“L-Logan,” you gasped, unable to hide your blushing face.

He hummed into your neck, bringing his mouth to your ear, “Can I show you how sorry I am? Let me make it up to you.”

His voice made the hair on the back of your neck stand up and you let him pull you onto him to straddle his lap, lost in the feeling of his hands on you.

“Mmm, uh-huh,” you hummed, mouth hung open as he sucked light marks into your neck. 

“You have to use your words, pretty girl,” he brought his head up to rest his forehead against yours. He cupped your jaw tenderly, almost as if you’d disappear if he let go. 

Before you could answer, he moved his hands to drag your hips over his, grunting when he felt the pressure.

“Y-yes, yeah - please,” you choked out between moans, tugging his hair harder every time he pushed and pulled your hips.

“Please what, baby?”

“You - you can make it up to me,” you groaned into his neck. 

He effortlessly lifted you by your thighs and laid you with your back to the bed. You untucked his white t-shirt from his jeans as he crawled over you, desperate to get your hands underneath it. You lightly scratched your nails along his back, making him groan into your ear. He kissed down your neck to the center of your chest, gently slipping his fingers under the hem of your top and around the back. 

“Can I take this off you, baby?”

You were already sitting up before he could finish his sentence, reaching to try and untie the knot at the back of your neck.

“Eager, huh?”, he chuckled, “let me, sweetheart.”

He wrapped his arms around your lower back to tug at the knot, feeling it come loose in his hands. He snaked his hands up to the back of your neck, doing the same to the tied strings there. When it came loose, the only thing holding the piece of fabric to you was his hands at the back of your neck. He let it slip from his fingers, a smirk on his face when it fell completely.

You threw the garment somewhere to the floor and tugged on the collar of his t-shirt, bringing him down with you as laid back again and pressed your lips to his. He pulled back for a moment to yank his shirt off and immediately return his mouth to yours, making his way down to your neck. He brought both his hands to your chest and swept his thumbs over your hard nipples, eventually bringing his lips to them and sucking. 

“Ah - Logan,” you whined, making him smile against your skin.

“I like it when you say my name, pretty girl,” he mumbled, dragging his fingers down your sides and hooking them into the waistband of your pants. He kissed all the way down to your hips, moving himself to lay on his stomach with his head between your thighs. 

Before he could ask you if it was alright to rid you of them, you were already unbuttoning your pants and pushing them down your hips and thighs. He took them off the rest of the way for you and you kicked your panties off with them.

He hooked his arms around your thighs to pull you closer, licking his lips and resting his cheek on the inside of your thigh.

“I thought about you a lot, you know - like this,” he huffed, his warm breath fanning over your pussy.

You had your hands in his hair already, swiping fallen strands of hair out of his face.

“I thought about you like this, too,” you admitted, sighing as he started to plant kisses right above where you wanted him the most.

“Yeah?”

His teasing voice brought goosebumps to your skin and you nodded, gasping when you finally felt his lips graze your clit.

“This what you think about when you fuck yourself?” He mumbled into you, the vibration of his voice making you tighten your grip in his hair. He growled like an animal, trying to push you even further into his mouth by the grip on your thighs.

You were trying to choke out an answer, distracted by the wet sounds of him messily eating you out.

“Y - ah, yes, yeah - not as good as the real thing, though.”

He laughed with his mouth still attached to you and you tightened your thighs around his head, keeping him in place.

He could have spent hours with his mouth to your cunt, practically fucking you with his tongue while you whined his name. 

A knock on your door sounded through the room, the both of you freezing in place.

“Hey, I just wanted to check on you. Are you feeling okay?”

It was Scott.

 You grimaced, thankful at the very least that your door was locked, but Logan had a terribly smug smirk on his face. 

“Y-yeah, I’m alright, just - just tired,” you managed to choke out, stuttering when you felt two of his fingers slip into you effortlessly.

“You sure?”

You sighed, hating and loving Logan at the same time for what he was doing. 

“Yup, th-thank you, m’ jus’ gonna go to bed.”

Scott responded with a goodnight and you groaned in relief when you heard him walk away.

Logan was curling his fingers inside of you, still lapping at your pussy and letting you use your grip on his hair to angle his head however you wanted him. You felt the pressure in your lower stomach rise and you tried to warn him, tugging on the hair on the back of his head.

“Logan, I’m - “

“C’mon, pretty girl, c’mon.”

His encouragement sent you over the edge, euphoria blooming from your lower stomach and spreading through you. You had to cover your mouth to muffle your pornographic moans, but Logan reached up to tug your wrist.

“Uh-uh, wanna hear you, beautiful,” he mumbled into you, practically pushing your thighs even further around his head.

“Fuck, L-Logan, too - too sensitive,” you stuttered out, trying to pull his face away by his hair and failing miserably because of his grip around your thighs.

He eventually reluctantly detached himself and crawled back on top of you, sucking the taste of you off his fingers. 

“I could do that for hours, you know, if you let me,” he groaned, pulling your hips up to him so you could feel the weight of his hard cock underneath his jeans.

Still sensitive, you reactively gripped his biceps and dug your fingernails into his skin. You were going to apologize and were quickly cut off by the guttural moan he let out into the side of your neck.

“Fuck,” he groaned, rocking his hips against yours.

“You’re into pain, huh?” 

You figured it was your turn to tease him, dragging your fingernails from his shoulders all the way down his back.

“You’re gonna pay for that, pretty girl,” he grunted, moving quickly to undo his belt and strip himself of the rest of his clothing. 

When his cock sprung up and hit his stomach as he took off his boxers, you swallowed hard; already feeling a wanting ache in your stomach again. You figured he was big - he was already a tall guy, after all - but he was far bigger than any guy you’d ever seen. Logan noticed the way you bit your lower lip, resting himself on top of you again and bringing his thumb up to pull your lip from under your teeth.

“What, are you nervous? It’s alright sweetheart, I’m not gonna hurt you.”

His voice was so soft and gentle, a tone you rarely ever heard from him. 

You could feel the weight of his cock against your inner thigh, heavy and already leaking. 

“ ‘m not nervous, I want you, please,” you begged, wrapping your legs around his waist. You reached your hand between your bodies to line him up with your entrance, trying to push him in with your legs around his waist. 

“You sure?” he huffed, trying with every muscle in his body to not slam into you in one thrust. 

You nodded eagerly, scratching at his lower back. 

Logan couldn’t help himself and gave in, slipping himself into you.

“So tight,” he groaned into your neck, pushing himself in even further.

“You - fuck - you’re so fucking big,” you admitted truthfully, nearly drooling at the feeling of him stretching you out. 

“Feels good?”

It was hard for him to speak when you were so wet that he was nearly slipping out of you as he gently rocked his hips back and forth, trying to be gentle and let you adjust to his size. 

“Mm - uh-uh,” you hummed, gasping each time he pushed further.

“Use your words, sweetheart,” he huffed and you groaned, digging your nails into him. 

“Y-yes, yeah - want you all the way in,” you whimpered.

That was all it took for him to be buried in you, grinding his hips into yours so that you were pinned to the mattress. 

He worked up to a devastating pace, practically slamming your headboard into the wall.

“S-someone’s gonna - someone’s gonna hear us,” you managed to gasp out, out of breath every time he filled you and pulled back again. 

“Don’t care, let ‘em,” he pressed his forehead to yours, bringing a hand up to your face to affectionately cup your cheek. It was so sweet and almost disgustingly hot, the caring gesture contrasting the intense feeling of him repeatedly slamming into the sensitive spot inside of you. 

He really didn’t have a care in the world about who heard you both, far too lost in the feeling of finally being able to have you under him like that. You had sweat soaked strands of hair stuck to your face, your eyes squeezed shut, and he was almost sure you’d never looked more beautiful. 

“So fucking pretty,” he huffed, his thumb swiping your bottom lip. He had an idea, one he’d considered many times when he thought of you under him like this.

“Bite me.”

You raised your eyebrows in surprise, threading your hand through his hair, “are you sure?”

“Please.”

You forcibly unsheathed your fangs, letting them tentatively poke at his thumb that was still to your lips.

He moved his hand to your throat, resting it there without tightening his grip. 

“Please.”

His pleading had the heat in your lower stomach rising and you obliged, sinking your teeth into his shoulder. You felt guilty - you didn’t enjoy hurting people - until he was whimpering in your ear, moaning your name over and over again. 

You bit his neck, his shoulders, his lip - all the small puncture wounds healing themselves within seconds. 

Having him so pussy drunk and groaning praises into your ear brought the pressure in your lower stomach to a max and you cried out his name, letting him fuck you through your second orgasm. 

“ ‘s good, huh, princess? Come on me, c’mon,” he was begging, feeling your muscles tense around him. That drove him over the edge, his hips rutting into you and his thrusts becoming sloppy. He finally let himself go, filling you and letting it drip from you onto the sheets. He pulled back a little to see the mess you had both made, your inner thighs painted with a mix of his release and yours. He went to pull out completely and you clamped your thighs around his hips again, keeping him still.

“Want me to stay?”

“Mhm - please.”

The sexual tension was replaced with loving comfort, Logan keeping you to his chest as he laid you both on your side. His chin rested on the top of your head and your face was against his chest with your eyes closed. You smiled at the thump of his heartbeat in your ear, nearly letting it put you to sleep. 

“Hey, pretty girl,” he mumbled into your hair, planting a kiss on the top of your head, “you know I love you?”

The last three words made your eyes shoot open and you looked up at him, worried you’d misheard him or maybe he was just messing with you.

“Really?”

“Of course. You think I would’ve done that with you if I wasn’t in love?”

You thought hard for a second, realizing he was right. It wasn’t that he hadn’t had hookups before, but it had been quite a long time since he’d bothered to even get to know someone like that. He wasn’t the type to lead you on, either - always up front with you, even if he didn’t have to be. 

“I love you too,” you answered, unable to hide the wide smile on your face.

“I should’ve told you much sooner,” he sighed, his eyes fluttering closed as you snuggled into him again.

Before you could both fall asleep from exhaustion, he yanked the comforter over the both of you, hearing you mumble sleepily.

“You can make it up to me some more.”

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A/N: If you made it to the end I love you <3 pls lmk what you think and reblog+like if you enjoyed!! also still navigating how to write smut without using cringe terminology so forgive me if that part sucks

[unearthlyxones]

"Are the fishes being turds again?" Aubrey's voice coming from the doorway of the room, her expression was filled with an incredible fondness ... and her smile was a fairly prominent part of her features at the moment, unable to help her faint sound of laughter as she came in further

@waywardsignns

‘I’m watching you,’ Ragnor said, jabbing his finger at a fish in the aquarium. ‘Don’t think I’m not. This is your final warning.’ He was bent over so he could watch the fish as it swam lazily around it’s enclosure, clearly oblivious that it was on its final warning.

He looked up at the sound of Aubrey’s voice. He didn’t even look embarrassed to have been caught reprimanding the fish, just frowned and pointed at it again. ‘This wee bugger keeps eating everyone else’s food.’

[hollandbaby]

roommates - t.h smut

a/n: um so i haven’t written in a long time pls be kind. this is just a 4.9k one shot based on how i’m feeling, sexually frustrated, but unfortunately I’m not in lockdown with tom so cannot have sex with him. also I’m tipsy. AND feedback is much appreciated

warnings; smut, oral (f receiving), daddy kink, choking, biting, scratching, super long intro

You had lived with your lifetime best friend, Tom, for just over a year now, alongside his best friends Harrison and Tuwaine and his younger brother Harry. There was never a dull moment in the house, even when Tom’s away filming the other boys provide just as much entertainment. You’re used to spending lots of time with the boys, but when it’s announced lockdown was in place, it took a toll on everyone. Tom is unable to work which is a benefit considering he’s allowed to actually rest finally, plus he’s around a lot more which is nice. Harrison is always practicing his juggling which is entertaining until he breaks your favourite lamp. Tuwaine and Harry tends to keep to themselves, mostly playing video games or working from home. But boy was the house becoming messy. 

“Alright, who’s underwear are these and why are they on the living room floor!?” You shout to the house, picking up the pants by the broom you had in your hand.

“Whadda they look like?” Shouts Harry, most likely on his laptop editing something.

“Grey Calvin’s but I know all of you own at least one pair so it’s not very helpful!”

You move to put them in the laundry basket by the washing machine, carrying on with your cleaning by sweeping the kitchen floor. Tom emerges from the bathroom, in just a pair of grey sweats and a towel wrapped around his neck, you try not to let yourself get distracted but it’s hard when you can see a single drop of water make its way down his toned, bronzed torso.

“Sorry, love, I think they may be mine,” he chuckles as he goes to fill the kettle for a cup of tea. He leans against the kitchen island, drying off his hair with his towel.

“What the fuck are they doing in the communal living room?” You ask, laughing as well. Living with boys may be hard sometimes due to the mess and the fact they’re all super dumb, but it’s so endearing and you have good times.

“I dunno, I probably threw them at one of the boys as a joke.” Tom giggles to himself but you roll your eyes.

“Well next time you throw your dirty laundry at someone pick it up after, doofus.” You chuckle, walking past Tom to head to your room for your wash bag before going for a shower. You turn the shower on and start to undress. You found yourself thinking about Tom, and the way he looked after his shower earlier, his wet curly hair all floppy and cute, water droplets falling onto his broad chest and toned abs. You’d never really thought about him sexually before, obviously he’s an attractive man and you’ve been close friends with him since you were kids, he knows you better than anyone, but you’d never realised just how hot he is. Maybe it was because you hadn’t had sex in over a month due to lockdown or maybe it’s because you’ve been able to spend more time with Tom recently, but there’s a familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach that stretches all the way down to your core. You bite your lip, stepping under the hot water, steam filling the bathroom as you try to wash away your sins.

You’re cooking dinner for everyone, Harrison, Harry and Tuwaine playing some game in the living room and Tom is just watching, laughing along with them. Tom looks over the sofa to you, watching your movements for a second before getting up off the sofa and walking to the kitchen.

“Need any help, darlin’?” He asks, as you chop up some vegetables.

“You can chop up some onions with me?” You smile at him, and he gets a feeling in the pit of his stomach. You both continue chopping and cooking the meal, Tom drinking beer and you wine as you both dance around the kitchen and giggle and sing with each other. You call the boys into the dining area, serving up dinner and grabbing drinks for all the boys. As you turn from the fridge to place the beers on the counter, Tom is already stood behind you, making you jump. He grabs your waist to steady you, and you’re grateful you didn’t drop any of the bottles.

“Sorry, love,” he chuckles as your face heats up, a mixture of the fact Tom’s warm hands are still on your waist and you just had a close call to a very messy and classy clean up.

“S’okay, I’m just glad I didn’t drop any of these! The boys would kill me,” you pop open all the bottles, attempting to grab them along with your bottle of wine AND glass.

“Woah there, darling, I’ll grab those for you,” Tom takes three of the bottles from you, letting out a breathy laugh at your disgruntled facial expression, your bottom lip slightly jutted out and hair falling in your face.

“Thank you,” you smile and pick up your wine and glass, following Tom’s lead back to the table.

The boys are all chatting away, dishing up their dinners as you and Tom place their beers down in front of them.

“Thank you so much for cooking, Y/N, we’ll wash up.” Harrison says, smiling at you.

“Will we?” Tuwaine chimes in, looking confused.

“Bro shut up.” Harry says, you roll your eyes but you’re laughing alongside them.

“Well maybe after dinner, and after Haz, Harry and Tuwaine wash up, we can do something together?” You suggest, sipping your wine before munching some more.

“Sounds good. What did you have in mind?” Asks Tom, eager to spend some time with you.

“Well we could all play some card games or a board game?”

And that’s how you end up drunkenly giggling at 1AM over monopoly.

“How the fuck did I get go to jail again?!”

“Unlucky Baz man, looks like you’re in jail again,” you giggle, moving his figurine to the jail space.

“How are you doing so well at this game Y/N? It’s like you’re the monopoly mastermind,” Harrison asks, slurring the M’s slightly.

“I dunno man I used to play a lot with my family, plus it’s a game of chance.”

“Well it’s a fucking stupid game of chance,” Harry chimes in, pouting at the fact he has to miss a go.

“Shut up, dickhead, you love this game,” Tom grabs Harry by his shoulders and puts him in a headlock, ruffling his hair.

“Tom!” Harry exclaims, thrashing around. He kicks the board, knocking all the houses and hotels and cards everywhere.

“Harry!” shouts Harrison, clearly angry at the fact he’s lost his place and cannot for the life of him remember where it was.

“Oh my god you’re all idiots,” you laugh, Tuwaine exclaiming a “hey don’t put me in that category with them!”

You finish the last gulp of your wine before attempting to stand up to grab another bottle. You steady yourself on Tom’s shoulder before heading over to the fridge. You can feel his eyes on you as you pour yourself some more wine, but he quickly looks away when you turn back around. The lads are all laughing together on the floor, sipping beers and being stupid.

“What’re you all laughing at?” You ask, smiling, as you go to join them on the floor, Tom’s hand gently grabbing yours to help you sit.

“Harry’s suggesting we play never have I ever,” Tuwaine laughs.

“It wasn’t just me! Harrison suggested it I just said sure why not!”

“God you’re all a bunch of kids. Alright, are we playing or not?” You ask, getting confident from the booze.

“I know I suggested it but the room is spinning so much right now I think I’m gonna throw up,” Harrison states, hiccuping.

“Wow, good one genius. Alright, let’s get you to bed. Night all,” Tuwaine gets up, picking Haz up in the process and wrapping his arm around his waist, guiding Harrison to his room before making his way to his own.

“Aaaand I’d rather go to bed than stay up for whatever weird shit is gonna happen between you two,” Harry says standing up and chugging the rest of his beer, “peace out.”

“And then there were two,” Tom chuckles, starting to pack away the long forgotten monopoly board. You help him, placing pieces in their respective compartments and giggling with each other.

“So how about that game of never have I ever?” You ask biting your lip. You look at Tom to find he’s already looking at you, cheeks flushed and a curl falling into his face.

“Sure,” he chuckles breathily, “I’ll just grab another beer.” You smile to yourself as you watch Tom walk to the kitchen, biting your lower lip as you realise you shouldn’t be staring at his ass as he walks away. Tom returns to the living room, you’ve moved onto the sofa now, put some music on and your feet up on the coffee table in front of you. He plops down on the sofa next to you and smiles, taking a swig of his beer.

“Alright. Never have I ever pissed my pants from laughing,” Tom chuckles to himself as you slap his chest.

“That was ONE time and it was a TINY amount!” You huff, taking a swig of your drink. You smirk as you pull your legs up onto the sofa, turning to face Tom. “Never have I ever tried to impress a girl by doing a backflip but it ending up awfully badly and I broke my wrist.”

“For fucks sake,” Tom throws his head back and groans, taking a swig of his drink. “She still went on a date with me though, I assume out of pity. Okay, ummm, never have I ever had sex in a park.” He’s smirking this time, knowing full well you definitely had.

“I was 16 and fucking stupid. Guy was a douche anyway. Okay never have I ever, been walked in on.” You laugh at this one. Harrison loved telling the story of the time he walked in on Tom and some girl he’d brought home from a bar.

“For fucks sake, I wish everyone would stop bringing that one up.” He drinks, keeping eye contact with you. “Never have I ever had sex with a roommate,” he licks his lips, watching as you take another sip of your wine. “How’s that even happen?”

“You know the story, Tom, I had to move out because of how awkward it got.” You frown at him, these never have i evers we’re getting too real. “Okay, never have I ever had phone sex.” You watch Tom roll his eyes and take a swig of his beer.

“You mean to tell me you’ve never had phone sex?”

“No, what’s the point when I could just have sex with someone?”

“What if you’re far away from someone you’re dating and can’t go see them? I was working on set you know.”

“I know that! These are to try and get you drunk Mr Holland that’s the aim of the game,” you smile at him, “your turn.”

“Never have I ever,” he trails off, lips pursing as he thinks of one to say, “never have I ever had a threesome.”

You pause for a second, eyebrows furrowed and eyes squinting wondering if he knew you’d had a threesome before or if he was just curious. Either way, you take a sip of your drink.

“Now, this I’ve got to hear,” Tom’s smirking, an eyebrow raised as he waits for the story.

“I thought you knew! Oh, god. So it was my first year of uni, I was fresh out of a bad relationship, exploring my options etc you know. I start having sex with this guy regularly, just causal stuff no feelings involved. One day he comes round, then this girl calls him and he asks if she can come for drinks too. Obviously I say yes because I’m already tipsy and open to anything. She comes round, we end up drinking 3 bottles of wine each and it just, happened.” You look to Tom, after taking a sip of your wine, your cheeks flushed but it’s nothing compared to the look of shock on Tom’s face. He’s aroused at the idea but he won’t let you know that. His mouth is agape, then he licks his lips and smirks.

“Wow who knew you were crazy like that?”

You slap his chest, “shut up! I bet you’ve been up to some crazy stuff. I’m surprised you’ve not had a threesome yet.”

“I’m not the type of man to share, darling.” He raises an eyebrow at you. “Besides, it was a foursome.”

“Ahhh and there it is.” You roll your eyes and smile, finishing off your drink. “Be a darling and grab my bottle from the fridge please, Tommy?” He tuts at your demand, nevertheless standing and going to grab your bottle. He grabs himself another beer too. You smile and thank him as he fills your glass, putting the bottle on the floor in case you need a refill. “I miss sex. That’s the worst part about all this shit.”

“Oh, totally agree. Stupid lockdown.” Tom sighs, sitting back down on the sofa next to you. You place your glass on the coffee table, turning to face Tom fully, resting your arm on the back of the sofa.

“What if we had sex?”

Tom spits his drink out, coughing and spluttering, getting his spat beer all over his white t shirt. “Shit. Um, what?”

“C’mon, we’re both adults with needs, it doesn’t have to be a big deal. Just a one time thing, a favour, to release all the sexual frustrations we’re both clearly experiencing since we don’t have dick or pussy on tap at the moment.” You pick your wine back up, taking a long swig before continuing. “I could just give you a blowie and we can go our separate ways.”

“Y/N, we live together. You said last time you did something like this it didn’t end well.”

“That was only a bad idea with my past roommate because he became obsessed with me after. Tom, we don’t have to do it it was just a suggestion.” You don’t know if it’s because the alcohol has given you a load of confidence or if it’s because you’ve not had sex in a long time but what you do know is that Tom is very attractive, especially when he runs his hand through his floppy curls, his white shirt tightening around his bicep. You lick your lips as your eyes rake up and down his body. You meet his brown eyes, his teeth biting down on his bottom lip.

“Conditions?”

“We can do whatever you want. My only condition is, we need a safe word. Actually, that and we probably shouldn’t tell the others what happened.”

“Agreed. Safe word can be pineapple.”

“Pineapple?” You laugh, leaning closer to Tom. You can smell his cologne, and it’s absolutely divine.

“I dunno. It was the first thing that came to mind.” He leans closer into you as well. “What’re you into?” His eyes flick to your lips and back up to your eyes.

“Hair pulling, biting, scratching, choking, spanking, call me babygirl or a good girl and I’m a goner. You?”

“Same, but call me Tommy or baby. Maybe daddy as well, depends how rough we’re going I guess.”

You put your glass back on the coffee table after finishing your wine, moving to straddle Tom’s lap. “Okay, Tommy, looks like we’re doing this.” You move in, testing the waters, eyes flickering between Tom’s and his lips. You can already feel the heat in your core and the wetness in your panties, your thin shorts barely protecting you from the feeling of Tom’s arousal in his grey sweats. He caves first, crashing his lips against yours and moving them oh so deliciously against your own. Your eyes instantly shut, your hands combing through his hair before gripping onto his brunette curls. Tom lets his empty bottle drop onto the sofa, long forgotten as his own hands move to your hips. His tongue experiments by licking your top lip, asking for entrance which you more than gladly grant him. Your tongue dances against his, your hips subconsciously grinding against his already hard cock. You let out a rough, breathy moan into his mouth, Tom’s hands moving to your ass, feeling the skin that your shorts don’t cover. He pulls back, panting and lips glossy and red.

“Your room or mine?”

“Whichever’s closest.” You kiss him again, letting out a slightly startled noise as he stands, picking you up. You wrap your legs around his waist, hands gripping onto his shoulders whilst his are gripping your ass. You peck his lips, kissing down his neck as he walks you to his room. It’s closest to the living room and nearest to the bathroom so it’s a win win for you. You open Tom’s door for him, he almost drops you when you do but luckily you grip back onto him, accidentally scratching his back. Tom lets out a hiss, but it’s not with pain, more so pleasure at the feeling of your nails digging into him. It makes him wonder how amazing your nails will feel scratching down his back while he’s fucking into you. He throws you on his bed, and you briefly note how clean and tidy his room is considering he’s so chaotic. Tom removes his (slightly damp with beer) shirt and is on top of you in an instant, his lips meeting yours again in a messy kiss, teeth and tongue in the mix. You wrap your legs around his waist, his hips grinding down into your own as your hands rake through his hair, tugging on tufts as you sloppily kiss. He pulls away, his lips moving down to your neck and nipping and sucking there. You let out a moan, your eyes rolling back as Tom’s mouth works wonders on you. Your hips buck up into his and his hand moves from the bed to your body, trailing down your neck and chest to the hem of your vest top, tugging on it as a signal for you to take it off. You listen, moving your arms down to the hem to rip your top off, Tom instantly moving down your body, his lips kissing your chest before his hand moves round to your back and unclasps your bra. He pulls it off you, his mouth making its way to your nipple as his eyes look up into yours. You scrunch your eyebrows in pleasure, biting your bottom lip as you moan lowly. You don’t even notice Tom’s hand trailing down your body until it reaches your clothed pussy, your hips instantly jerking up to meet his hand. A mixture of Tom’s tongue on your nipple and his fingers rubbing your clit through your shorts is giving you a feeling you’ve not felt in a while. Yes you’ve been getting yourself off but there’s something so different about someone else’s touch that feels so fucking amazing.

“Do you know how fucking hot you look in these shorts, baby? I’ve wanted to rip them off you all evening.” Tom moans out, he can feel your wetness through the material.

“Do it, then.” You smirk, but your breath is hoarse and raspy. You let out a gasp as Tom practically rips your shorts from your body, along with your underwear. He wastes no time moving down your body, lips leaving a wet trail of kisses on your scorching skin. Hiking your legs up so your feet are flat on the bed, he kisses your hips, then down your left thigh, as your hands make their way to his hair. Tom looks up into your eyes as he licks closer and closer to your wet pussy, his mouth hovering over you, causing you to grind your hips up in an attempt to meet his tongue. He finally ends the torturous teasing, gently licking his tongue through your folds and to your clit, you throw your head back and let out a soft ‘oh, fuck’. Tom’s fingers make their way up your body, gently teasing your nipple as his tongue massages your clit, your hips meeting his movements as you let out small, breathy moans.

“Fuck, Tom, fingers please,” your voice is broken and still raspy, but Tom makes eye contact with you again and the moan you let out is much louder than before. You throw your head back again, writhing against him.

“What do want, baby girl? Hm? Want my fingers inside you?” His breath is cool against your warm skin, his eyes searching for yours.

“Yes!” You attempt to buck your hips up again but Tom’s hands hold them in place.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, please, daddy!” Your voice is broken and your attempt to keep quiet is ineffective. Tom moves his right hand from your hip, his tongue returning back to your clit as he slowly pumps a finger into you, curling it up to reach your g spot. He has you writhing beneath him, adding another fingers stretching you out as his tongue laps at your clit, your hands grip his hair as you grind against his mouth, breathy moans escaping your lips. You bite your lip as your eyes roll to the back of your head, you figured Tom would be good in bed but, god, he was so much better than you expected.

“I’m close, Tommy,” he all but growls into your pussy at the nickname, fingers picking up speed as he sucks on your clit gently. One of your hands flies up to your face, biting down on your arm to stop yourself from letting out an extremely loud moan as you cum. Tom slows his movements, helping you ride out your high. He removes his fingers from you, looking into your eyes as he licks them clean. You bite your lip and let out a soft groan at the sight of him, pulling him up to you so you can kiss his lips, allowing your tongue to massage his. You can taste yourself on him, only making you moan into his mouth as you kiss. You pull on his sweats, pushing them down his thighs along w his boxers. Tom pulls them the rest of the way off and you roll onto him, pinning him to the bed with your thighs. Your lips never leaving his in a sloppy, wet, tipsy kiss. You’re overwhelmed by his senses, his hot skin, his sexy scent, his soft curls and the way his teeth occasionally nibble on your bottom lip. You start grinding your hips against Tom’s hard cock, his hands flying to your hips as you do so.

“You’re so fucking wet for me aren’t you, baby girl?” Tom growls against your lips, feeling your wetness on his skin.

You moan against his lips, nodding your head, “do you have a condom?”

“Yeah, bedside table, 2nd drawer down.” You reach over him to the nightstand, retrieving a condom, opening it with your teeth before rolling it onto Tom’s cock. Tom lets out a hiss at the contact, throwing his head back and panting as your hand moves up and down him, before you lift up and slide down onto his cock. His hands instantly grab onto your ass, nails digging into the skin as you find a pace, adjusting to his size. He was bigger than you were expecting but, fuck, did it feel good. You pick up the pace, hips moving up and down as Tom’s hand moves from your ass cheek to your clit, using his middle finger to circle the bundle of nerves. He’s grunting with each move you make, and your head falls back as you continue riding him. He moves his other hand off your ass and brings it back down in a harsh slap, your skin jiggling and a sharp moan escaping your lips. He smirks up at you, your body dropping forward, hands moving to rest by his head as you keep the movements of your hips. He slaps your ass again, massaging the red skin there as you bite your lip, looking into his eyes. You reach your right hand to around his throat, gently squeezing. Something snaps in Tom at that, planting his feet on the bed to get leverage to thrust up into you, fucking you from underneath, he grabs a handful of your hair and fastens the pace of his fingers on your clit.

“Fuck, Tommy!” You moan, trying to keep quiet but it’s hard when he’s fucking you so good, the arch in your back allowing him to go deeper, creating a delicious feeling. “I want you to fuck me from behind.” You’re panting and your voice is quiet but Tom hears you loud and clear.

“Fuck, love, you’re so hot,” he pulls out, rolling you over onto your front, your arms reaching in front of you, chest on the bed as your knees widen and your ass is in the air, Tom slaps your ass as he moves behind you, sliding his hard cock between your fold and collecting your wetness before he thrusts back into you.

“Shit, you’re such a good girl for me, aren’t you?” Another slap on your ass as he fucks into you, hands grabbing your hips for leverage.

“Yes, baby, keep fucking me like that!” You moan into the sheets. Tom reaches forward and grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling your back up against his torso, fucking up into you. His hand slides around to grip your throat as he continues fucking you, his lips leaving sloppy kisses on your neck and cheek. He nibbles on your ear lightly, your eyes rolling to the back of your head in pleasure. Tom’s other hand snakes it’s way around your waist down your body, his middle fingers circling your clit. Your head is resting on his shoulder, your hand coming round to pull on his hair as he continues fucking you, Tom’s grunts and groans right in your ear as his lips caress the skin there.

“So fuckin tight, baby, jesus,” Tom’s breath is hot on your neck leaving goosebumps all over your body as you moan at his words. “I want you to cum for me baby, can you do that?”

“Yes, Tommy, I’m so close,” you groan, but Tom pulls away completely. You’re shocked and disgruntled before you realise he’s throwing you on your back, spreading your thighs and thrusting back into you. You grab his shoulders, nails digging in as Tom fucks you, harder than before. Your moans are muffled by the skin of his shoulder, you bite down on his skin, sucking, most likely leaving a mark but you don’t care, too consumed with the fire in your stomach as your orgasm approaches.

“Rub my clit, please,” you breathe out, one of Tom’s hands moving from your thigh to between your legs, resuming his movements on your clit from before. He fucks you in a rhythm, your nails scratching down his back as he does so, Tom’s hair is falling in his face and tickling yours but you don’t care, he looks so hot like this, sweaty and panting above you. Your toes curl and your pussy clenches around him, his cock pounding into you, and it’s like nothing you’ve felt before.

“I’m gonna cum, Tommy!” You throw your head back, letting out a moan as Tom’s fingers rub your clit faster and he fucks you harder, his lips crashing against yours as you reach your high. Tom follows shortly after, sloppily thrusting into you as he cums in the condom. Tom collapses on top of you, your breathing steadying as you play with his hair. After a minute, he pulls out and discards of the condom, flopping onto the bed beside you, opening his arm to you so you can roll into his side.

“Well, that was ... wow,” you sigh contentedly. Your breathing is starting to slow down and a wave of exhaustion hits you. You rest your head on Tom’s bare chest, one of his fingers curling a piece of your hair around it.

“Oh, god yeah it was, something else.” He chuckles, pressing a light peck to your forehead.

“I should probably go to the bathroom then back to my room.” You sigh, you don’t want to move though. You’re absorbing Tom’s warmth and it feels so good. You roll off of his chest, pulling his t shirt from off the floor and sliding it on. Tom sits up as you go to collect your things, “you could stay in here tonight? I mean, sex isn’t the only thing I miss.” His face is flush and he smiles sheepishly at you. You smile back and bite your lip, leaning back onto the bed to peck his nose before heading off to the bathroom. Tom thinks you’ve gone to bed, sighing in defeat and flopping back against his sheets. You go to clean up, making your way back to Tom’s room but not before grabbing another 2 bottles of beer first. You return to his room, smiling as you hand him a bottle. He laughs at you as he opens his beer, taking a sip before opening his arms to you, inviting you to sit with him on his bed. He’s got his boxers back on, duvet loosely wrapped around his hips, shifting while he moves. You sit back on the bed with him, taking a sip of your own beer. You both laugh and chat until you finish your drinks, lying down again and falling sleep curled up in Tom’s arms, his hand gently massaging your scalp as he places occasional pecks on your forehead. You realise that maybe this won’t be the last time as you drift off into a peaceful sleep.

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Chapter 13: Prenatal Visit

(from the Flatmate Trilogy: Two Hearts, One Home)

…in which Y/N and Harry run into her ex at the doctor’s office.

Warning: Smut. Beware, kids.

Word count: 4.5k

Chapter 12: Daddy Issues - Y/N is locked out of her flat with the wrong Styles.

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Harry thought he was hallucinating.

He might've sobered up a little after a shower, but to be sitting in the same room with his father and his wife and be the one who got left out of the conversation, made him feel like he was still under the influence of alcohol. This wasn't something he would've expected to experience even once in this lifetime. But it was happening right now.

They were talking about her job. Devlin had always looked down on Y/N and her little position in the company, but at the moment, he seemed more than interested in the stories she was telling. He asked her questions and gave her advice, like...a father would.

Who was this man? Harry had assumed that it was the soon-to-happen divorce that had turned Devlin crazy. But then he realized that his father wasn't so different from him. In fact, they were more alike than he was willing to admit. Both couldn't hide their true feelings no matter how hard they tried, and both had grown to love the girl they had claimed to hate.

It was pretty late when they walked Devlin to the front door and said their goodbyes. Before leaving, he gave Y/N a long hug and thanked her for tonight. Then he turned to his son, who was standing awkwardly on one side with his hands in his pockets.

"Come here," Devlin said, and without hesitation, wrapped his arms around Harry. The hug was stiff and bear-like, but it was also heartfelt. It made Harry feel good, so instead of being weirded out by it, he eventually relaxed and placed his hands on his father's back.

To his surprise, his father whispered, "I'm so proud of you."

Harry instantly pulled away, looking slightly puzzled as he questioned, "for what?"

"For everything you've achieved..ever since...ever since you were a little boy," the man said, squeezing his shoulders. "Forgive me for waiting this long to say it...But I-I've always been proud of you."

Harry knew for someone like Devlin, saying those words wasn't easy at all. His mother had told him that his father had struggled so much to be able to say 'I love you' to her for the first time. But after that, he couldn't go through a day without saying it. So maybe after tonight, Harry would get to hear those words more often.

"Thanks, dad," he said at last. "Take care, okay?"

"You too. All three of you." With a smile, his father walked to the lift.

Now that he was gone, Y/N couldn't contain her laughter anymore. The look on her husband's face cracked her up as he leaned heavily against the doorframe and heaved the longest sigh of relief. "What the fuck? Did you cast a spell on my dad?!"

"What can I say? I'm just very good at dealing with the Styles men."

"Oh, really?"

"Really."

Swiftly, he pulled her into the flat, kicked the door shut, and pinned her against it. Her laughter turned to a moan when he sucked at her neck and dug his fingers into her hips. His voice was so gruff it sent shivers down her spine. "You're my little enchanter, yeah? Making everyone love you. Making me love you, and now my grumpy father. God, you're incredible."

Pulling his head up, she kissed him softly and smacked her lips together afterward. "You taste like a whole bar."

"Sorry. Drank a bit much." He gave her a silly grin and leaned in again, only to have her stop him with a hand on his chest.

"Brush your teeth first. I don't wanna throw up in your mouth."

"Oh, right." An airy laugh rumbled in his chest. Sometimes it slipped his mind that she couldn't stand certain smells now. "If my breath smells bad—" His pupils dilated as he pressed his forehead against hers. "I can kiss your other lips."

Y/N smirked at the playful grin he was wearing and draped her arms around his neck. "You must learn to be careful with your words when the baby finally grows ears."

"It's weird."

"A baby growing ears isn't weird, Harry!"

"No, I mean calling our baby 'the baby' is weird." He snorted. "You know, we have this rule in my company that we should refer to each other by names rather than what that person is. Like, I don't refer to my assistant as 'my assistant'. I would call her Marie, because it's more intimate."

"But we don't even know the gender of our baby."

He nodded and pressed one kiss to a corner of her mouth. "We can come up with a list of names first."

"Good idea!" Y/N exclaimed, suddenly enthusiastic. "I'll go get my notebook and a pen!"

"Wait!" Harry attempted to grab her, but she had skillfully swerved around him and ran straight to their bedroom. "Hey!" he shouted, throwing his arms in the air. "No more kissing then?!"

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On Sunday that same week, Y/N had a prenatal check up. But instead of visiting the same doctor, she'd asked Harry to drive her to this new one his father had suggested. He was a friend of Devlin's and pretty well-known, so although he was more expensive than the previous doctor, the couple didn't mind spending a bit more on what was best for their baby.

"I feel guilty though," said Y/N as she turned from the car window to look at her husband. He had his eyes on the road and a smirk on his face for what she'd just said.

"And why is that?"

"We've been going to Dr. Smith since the beginning. I just feel bad for switching to another." She let go of a breath. "And the new doctor is costly—"

"I told you not to worry about money," he interrupted her, frowning. "We're taking you to the best doctor we know and that is that. It wouldn't matter if it costed an arm and a leg."

"I would never cut off my limbs for doctor visits," she joked, and he nodded to agree.

"Me either. We could just sacrifice Niall."

The way he said it with a straight face made her giggle. "I love us. Only we would think that joke was funny."

"I was so desperate for someone to appreciate my sense of humor that I married the first one I found. Too late for a divorce now!" He faked a sob and wiped off his nonexistent tears. Immediately, she smacked him on the arm and told him to keep both hands on the steering wheel.

"Okay—" Harry cleared his throat and his dimple appeared. "This morning, I was taking a shower when I came up with some new baby names. Thought you might like them."

"Wait a sec!" She quickly held up a finger, pulled out her phone and opened the note app. "Okay, go."

"Sofina, Jade, Joy, Maya, Rayne—"

"Slow down, H!"

"Arya...Daenerys...Sansa..."

"Hold up! Why are these all girl names and three of them are from Game of Thrones?" She stopped typing and chuckled as he gave her a shrug.

"Because I'm still not over Game of Thrones. Aaaand...I'm already mentally prepared to have a baby girl."

"Really? What if it's a boy? Will you be disappointed?"

"Of course not!" He shook his head. "It's just easier for me to come up with girl names. Hmm...Alec sounds cool for a boy, yeah?"

"Oooh, yes! And Isaac too!"

"Nah!"

"What's wrong with Isaac?"

"I don't know. I just don't like it."

The way he puckered up his lips made her laugh. "Why? Did an Isaac steal your girl in another life?"

With a lopsided grin, Harry only rolled his eyes and went on, "Ryder sounds good?"

"Oh yeah, maybe Ryker, too? How about Asher?"

"Lachlan."

"Aryan, Roman!"

"Wooo, we are on fire baby!" He suddenly hit the horn and she hit him again for doing that on purpose. By the time they arrived, they had got a long list of options for their baby names, but there wasn't one they liked more than the others, so they decided to save the discussion for when they got home.

An intern welcomed them at the door and took them to a waiting room. She explained that the doctor would show up later than usual due to personal reasons. Pre-pregnant Y/N wouldn't mind being told to wait, but pregnant Y/N couldn't stand even the slightest inconvenience. She didn't say anything, yet the way she huffed, crossed her arms and puckered up her lips like an angry little girl, let Harry know that it was now his job to keep her entertained and distracted before she got grumpy.

"So he's Dr. Dante, right? Dante could be a great first name too," Harry said as he intertwined their fingers and brought her hand to his lips, kissing the knuckles.

She gave him a nod, resting her head on his shoulder. "I used to know someone whose last name was Dante."

"Yeah?"

"Yup, I already told you. He was my—" Y/N couldn't even say the last word because her mouth got stuck and her eyes popped out. The doctor, who had paused before he even walked into the room, had the same reaction when he saw her. They both recognized each other from the very first glance, leaving Harry the only one without an idea of what was going on. He shifted his questioning eyes back and forth between the two of them, while trying to figure out what he'd missed in the previous second.

Y/N suddenly let go of his hand and rose from the couch. At the same time, the doctor marched toward them, looking overly elated. No need for a proper introduction, he pulled her into a strong hug that sent Harry right out of his seat. He was fuming, almost breaking them off, but the way his wife reacted had him confused. She returned the hug and pulled away to give the stranger a once-over.

"You haven't changed one bit!" she said, making him smile.

The son of a bitch has dimples! Harry thought to himself. I have dimples, too! She loves my dimples!

"I hope that's a good thing," said the doctor as he shoved his hands into the pockets of his white coat. Yes, keep those hands to yourself, the voice inside Harry's head commented again. And this time, when that irritating smile reappeared, he could no longer stay silent.

He cleared his throat a bit too loud, giving his wife the cue for including him in the conversation. She intuitively reached for his hand, but instead of letting her hold it, he locked one arm around her waist and pulled her close to his side.

"Are you doctor Dante?" he inquired, staring the man down.

With the same annoying grin, the doctor told him, "yeah, I am. But I'm just here to substitute for my brother, the other Dr. Dante. He's out of town this week. But don't worry, I guarantee that Y/N's in good hands."

IS SHE THOUGH, dimple guy?!

"So...you two know each other?" Harry rose an eyebrow at his wife, who seemed pretty chill about the awkward encounter.

"I've already told you about Noah, baby," she said with a hand on his chest. "Noah and I used to date."

"Oh..." Harry said with a cool smile. But that wasn't his 'that's great to know' smile, it was more like 'what the fuck is going on and why the fuck is this happening right now?'. He had never been subtle with this kind of stuff, so not only did Y/N realize how awkward this was for him, Noah quickly caught on too.

"I don't wanna waste your time, so shall we proceed?" Noah said and told them to come with him.

Y/N was about to follow, but Harry pulled her back as soon as the doctor had left the waiting room. "That's the Noah you told me about?" he whispered. "The guy who broke up with you before your first year of college? The one before me?"

"Yeah. I've told you everything about him."

"Didn't tell me he was going to be a doctor, and...he had dimples."

She snorted, her eyes squinted. "Dimples? Baby, you have dimples too."

"Yeah, but—" He pouted petulantly. "Don't worry. It's fine."

That lie couldn't have been more obvious.

Cupping his cheeks, Y/N leaned in and nudged his nose with her own. "My husband's a CEO," she said. "That's much hotter than some doctor. But if you feel uncomfortable with him examining me, we can just go back to Dr. Smith."

"No. I'm fine, baby. Let's go."

"Are you sure?" She held back his wrist when he turned away. "Like...really sure?"

He pressed his lips into a smile, giving her a firm nod and kissing her cheek. "I'm a grown man," he said. "These things don't bother me."

The problem was, they did bother him. He might be a grown man, but when it came to her, he was always the nineteen-year-old when they first fell in love. He got jealous, all the fucking time. Since they found out she was pregnant, he had gotten even more possessive and protective of her. But now wasn't the time to be petty. He wasn't here for him, he was here for her and the baby. This could be just like the other checkups they had done with Dr. Smith. Or so he told himself.

"I don't believe you," his wife cautioned as she lifted an eyebrow. "But...if you said you were sure—"

"Totally, I'm totally sure," he blurted without giving himself time to think. "Come on, darling. Let's do this...so we can leave."

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"So..." Niall trailed off with a sigh as his eyes traveled back to Harry, who was lying on his stomach on the couch, face in the pillow and Treasure on his back. "How long has he been like this?"

"A couple of hours now. Ever since we got back." Y/N shrugged as she joined her two friends at the kitchen table. "He's usually passive-aggressive when he's jealous. Now that I'm pregnant, he's just...passive."

"Can I poke him with a stick to see if he's alive?"

"No, Layla, you cannot poke my husband with a stick." Y/N rolled her eyes. "He can't stay like that forever though. Treasure would pee on him again."

Layla turned around to check on Harry. He was still lying in the same position but now Treasure was sitting on his head.

"He's overreacting." She chuckled.

"No, he's not!" Niall eagerly chimed in. "I wouldn't want my wife's ex to 'examine' her vagina. Even if he was a doctor."

"He did the same thing any doctor would! With gloves!"

"Gloves or no gloves, he's still your ex, Y/N."

"Honestly, if I had an ex who was a doctor, I would've married him instead."

"Heeeeeey!"

Layla cackled as she grabbed Niall's pouty face and kissed it to apologize.

The couple stayed for another hour and then they had to leave, but Y/N didn't think Harry noticed that they were gone. He hadn't even moved since the last time she looked.

"Okay, that's it. Give daddy back to mummy," said Y/N as she shooed the cat off Harry's back and pulled him up by the arm. He groaned, but letting her do whatever she pleased. She spread his legs and got on her knees between them, scooting closer and pressing him down on his back so she was lying on top of him. She brushed his hair out of his face with her fingers, smiling as he held her cheek, gazing up with hooded eyelids.

"What will it take for you to get over this?" she asked, trying not to laugh at how adorably grumpy he was.

"Get over what? I'm fine."

"Oh, are you?" She arched an eyebrow when he confirmed with a nod. "So you're not upset that my ex saw my—"

"No," he blurted, not wanting her to say the word, which made it even more funny.

"It's fine if you're upset though. It's...kinda hot."

His eyebrows furrowed as he zeroed in on her fingers toying with the button of his shirt. If all these years being with her hadn't taught him how to read her body language, her seductive tone would've already given her away. She found it funny that he was jealous and didn't want to be a pain in the ass and admit it, but at the same time, it turned her on. For the first couple of weeks being pregnant, she would've felt ashamed of her random horny moments, but now she had come to accept it and make the best out of it.

Words weren't much needed when she unbuckled his belt and tugged down his pants and boxers in a flash. He gasped, his erection sprung out, red and heavy, demanding attention. It was slightly embarrassing how fast he'd got hard without her touching or kissing him. But, God, just the idea of her would turn him on. Who the fuck was Noah? He couldn't even remember what the man looked like now that his mind was empty and he was watching her brushing her hair out of her pretty face and twisting it into a bun.

When she tapped him on the knee, he reflexively bent his legs, making it easier for her to sit inbetween them. Her hands rested on his thighs, her hair fell into her face and over his legs, and he was mesmerized. He could spend another twenty years with her and he would still get this flustered every time they got intimate. He wanted her so much. Always wanted her.

Her hands were small, wrapped around him, making him tense and "baby, please, ah," was all he could get out. He felt almost relieved when she finally put her mouth on him. The warmth and dampness made him shiver, suck in air and exhale shakily. "Yeah, that's it," he said. "Yes, Y/N, so good."

Her lips wrapped firmly around the head, sucking him in. His toes curled and he could only see white light behind his eyelids. "More," he begged, mouth falling open, gasping. "S-suck me, baby." He could feel his throat going uncomfortably dry as his voice went hoarse but the way he hit the back of her throat made him feel like he was in heaven. He subconsciously reached down, touching her cheek to feel himself inside. His mind was blown. She was enthusiastic and there was something so hot about that, or maybe just that it was her. He stroked her hair and left his hand on the back of her head as he thrust gently, unable to stop himself. He propped his upper body up on the other elbow, completely mesmerized by the way his cock disappeared in and out of her mouth.

His thighs started to shake, stomach clenching as his breaths came out unsteady. "Gonna come," he warned. Y/N acknowledged him with a quiet hum, but only sucked harder, cupping his balls with her other hand and rolling them gently.

He came hard. So hard that he didn't even realize he had a handful of her hair in his grip and was chanting her name. His wife pulled back, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand before flashing him a smile. And he had to drag her up and kissed her passionately.

"God, you taste like cum," he joked, groaning as she giggled against his lips.

"Rude." She pulled away to graze his bottom lip with her thumb. He looked absolutely fucked out, still catching his breath. "Still upset?"

Harry only muttered "fuck" before combing her hair out of her face and tucking the strands behind her ear. Forgetting her question, he asked, almost terrified, "does swallowing cum harm the baby?"

"No." She snorted at how pale his face had become. "In fact, sperm consumption could benefit pregnancy."

"You sound like a Google search result."

"It was a Google search result."

"You googled 'does swallowing my husband's cum harm the baby?'" Harry chortled with an eyebrow raised.

Biting her lip, Y/N shook her head. "Layla sent it to me, actually."

"Of course she did." Harry rolled his eyes at the response, partially relieved that him getting his dick sucked didn't affect his baby's life. Otherwise, he would've been the worst dad in the history, without even officially being a dad.

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Several days later, Harry had long forgotten the awkward encounter with Y/N's ex. Y/N was glad that the busier her husband was, the more his memory resembled that of a goldfish. He had too many important things in mind to stay bitter about the ex she would never meet again.

Well, at least not again for the third time...

It was a regular Thursday. She had just got off work and decided to stop by the grocery store on her way home to get some eggs. She was always prepared to run into acquaintances in this store, but certainly didn't expect to see her "substitute doctor" here. It was weird that she'd gone through a couple of years without hearing from him, and now she couldn't stop running into him!

"What are you doing here?" she asked, mentally rolling her eyes at her own question. He's not in a grocery store to get a facial massage, dumbass!

Still, Noah didn't mind the silly question as he happily said, "I'm getting some vegetables for dinner. You?"

"Eggs." She lifted the basket to show him, as if he needed proof, but they just laughed it off and fell back to silence. She thought it'd be weird to stand silently in line at the cashier counter, so she decided to speak, "how long will you be in town?"

"Just for this week to visit my brother's family."

"Oh, the doctor?"

"Yeah, the other doctor." He broke into a smile. Harry has prettier dimples, sorry, she randomly thought, not knowing why she did, but she didn't have time to question herself when he continued, "sorry I couldn't chat with you the other day. Wanted to ask how you'd been but your husband didn't seem to like me."

"No, he liked you! He was just...having a bad day." As if. "What about you? Are you married?"

"Nope, I'm not as lucky as you." He adjusted his glasses and pushed his dark hair back. "Haven't been in a serious relationship for so long though. Guess it's just me and my commitment issues."

"Well, it's not something you can just rush into. It takes a lot of time and effort," she answered, but then noticed the cryptic smile he was wearing. "Did I say something wrong?"

"No, no! It's just—" He sucked in a breath. "I'm so glad you don't hate me."

That sentence took her by surprise. Her jaw dropped as her eyes bulged out. "Why would I hate you?"

"Well...I moved away and broke up with you through a text. That was such a dick move."

"It was a long time ago." To be honest, I forgot that you existed... "But...now that I think about it. If it hadn't happened, I might not have met Harry. So maybe we were meant to end that way."

Noah didn't comment, only nodding his head to agree. "So..." he inhaled, his lips curved into a smile. "How did you two meet?"

"We were flatmates in college." She beamed. "But it's actually a very long story. I could just write three books about it."

"That's very sweet," he said. "I'm so happy for you."

"Thank you."

"Have you two picked out names for the baby? I mean, a lot of parents have already got a few options by now."

Y/N glanced at the ceiling as she groaned in frustration. "We're making a list actually. It's so hard because we want unique names but at the same time don't want them to sound too weird. Um...any suggestions?"

Tapping a finger on his lips, Noah thought for a moment. "My brother's daughter's name is Astria. I've never heard that one before."

"Asteria is such a pretty name."

"No, Astria."

"Pardon?"

"Astria, not Asteria." He gave her a smile. "But you're right, Asteria is a pretty name. Did you just come up with that?"

"No. Asteria is actually a Titaness in Greek mythology. She—" And then she paused, her eyes lit up. "That's it! Asteria!"

Noah was dumbfounded when she took the eggs from the cashier, paid the money and dashed right out of the store. She would probably never meet him again, but thanks to him, now she'd got the answer she'd been searching for.

"Baby, baby! I've got it!" Y/N stumbled into the room and threw herself onto Harry, almost knocking him off their bed.

"Why are you so happy about eggs?" He chuckled, holding her by the arms so she would stop bouncing.

"No! I've found a great name for our baby girl!" She didn't even wait for him to ask. "Asteria! I can't believe I forgot! But...but I used to be so obsessed with Greek Mythology when I was fourteen. And...and Asteria is the Titan goddess of nocturnal oracles and falling stars! Remember in my vow I said we were made of stardust? Our baby girl would be the goddess of falling stars!"

What she received was the opposite of her excitement. He was just gawking at her, no reaction or even a comment, and her smile dropped as she pulled away to sit on her legs. "You hate it?"

"No!" He chuckled, squeezing his eyes shut as he pinched his temple and took both of her hands, bringing them to his chest. "I love it! God, I love it so much and I-I love you and...I just...I was just thinking about how I really loved you. And Asteria, too. We'll name out baby Asteria, okay?"

"Wait!" She giggled as he started showering her face with tender kisses. "We still need a boy name!"

"Jasper," he said immediately. "Let's name him Jasper." Without waiting for a 'why', he hurriedly added, "so I spent the entire afternoon ignoring calls and emails just to google for more names. Then I came across Jasper, which means 'Treasure Keeper'." His eyes twinkled and he squeezed her hands. "Get it? Because—"

"Our non-human daughter is Treasure."

"Our non-human daughter is Treasure!"

He looked so proud of his little discovery, and Y/N's heart suddenly felt so full. She looked into his eyes, biting her lip as she whispered, "Ria and Jas," to get used to the sound of those names on her lips. "I love that."

"Yeah?" He raised both eyebrows. "Not because you want to make me happy?"

"Not at all! Jasper is a great name!" she said and kissed him softly. "But God, I'm so in love with you, baby. You could've suggested a stupid name like Cheesecake and I would've said yes like a fool."

"You know what?" He broke the kiss, peering intensely at her as if he was going to make a serious statement. "Let's name our baby Cheesecake."

"Harry, no!"

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“You’re really pissing me off.”

Loki cracks an eye open. “…I beg your pardon?”

Sighing, you backhand his chest and roll onto your stomach next to his sleeping form, staring down at him. “I said you’re pissing me off.”

“I’m…sorry…?”

“Why are you so goddamn perfect?”

A laugh catches in his throat—that scared him. God forbid you ever wake him up with those words one day and actually mean them.

“It’s infuriating,” you grumble, poking a finger into his cheek. “We just woke up, for pete’s sake, can’t you at least have morning breath?”

“…who is Pete?”

Annoying little perfect prick. You let out a groan and drop your head onto his perfect chest, bringing up a hand to rest over one of his perfectly chiseled pecs. “No one, it’s an expression.”

Strong arms wind around your shoulders and you wiggle around a bit to get comfortable, eliciting the tiniest of groans from your godly pillow.

“I’m just really sick ‘n tired of waking up to the literal definition of perfection every morning,” you sigh, drumming distracted fingers on his chest, “when I have to look like a moldy piece of trash every morning.”

His hair is never frizzy, always sleek and shiny and perfectly wavy and luscious—bed head who? You don’t think he even knows what snoring is, or what drool is, and he never has that foggy half-asleep messiness about him.

Whereas when you wake up, mirrors crack.

And you’re fairly certain you could kill a man just by breathing in his direction before brushing your teeth.

“You do not look like a moldy piece of trash,” Loki laughs, tilting his chin down to press a kiss to the top of your head.

“I do too. Why do you even kiss me in the mornings?”

“Must be something inconsequential, like I love you or something.”

You glance up at him with a scowl.

Fuck, even from this angle? Where are his double chins???

“Fine, I love you too, but seriously.” You nuzzle back into his chest, subconsciously trying to hide your face from his adoring gaze. “How can you even stand to-to…you know.” A wave at your face. “Look at me?”

Loki’s brow knits together. You can’t possibly be serious, with these ridiculous concerns about what you look like first thing in the morning, right?

Maybe he shouldn’t laugh, judging from your serious silence and nose squishing against his chest. His heart flutters; you’re trying to hide in his embrace again.

A cool thumb strokes over the soft skin of your shoulder, steady and reassuring. “No words could begin to describe your beauty, fair maiden.”

“Ha ha, very funny—”

“Shh, let me finish.” His chuckle rattles your head on his chest. “You are the most beautiful creature I have had the pleasure of seeing, and I’ve seen many, many worlds in my lifetime.”

“Yeah, yeah, you’re supposed to say that,” you groan, absentmindedly running your hand up and down his torso. “It’s like, your job to say that. That’s like when a grandma says you’re pretty, it doesn’t count.”

Caught up in your insecurities, you miss just how much Loki is squirming under your distracted hands.

“B-but I mean every word,” he swears through gritted teeth. “You are stunning, simply ethereal, a goddess—oh, fuck, darling…”

Your nails barely scraped over his nipple and you don’t even notice his cursing or how his body jolts under you, too busy trying to point out your flaws.

“My hair is awful, Loki, it’s a freakin’ birds nest in the morning, and I drool in my sleep—there, I said it—and my body’s all lumpy, I’ve got rolls and cellulite for days, and—Loki!!”

He’s on top of you now, knees on either side of you and pinning your wrists next to your head. “How dare you,” he breathes, chest rising and falling rapidly. “How dare you speak of yourself in such a way?”

“It-it’s true,” you squeak—his eyes are flashing as he scowls down at you, almost scarily. “I’m not good enough for you, mister perfect.”

“Right…” The fingers around your wrists tighten.“I am the perfect one, of course.”

Loki seals your mouth with a searing kiss, burning hot and angry, and when he pulls away with a pop seconds later, he looks…different.

His hair is curly, tangled, sticking up in weird places, crumpled with sleep and messy—you bite back a shocked giggle. The eyes normally so crisp and striking first thing in the morning seem tired, a little puffy with leftover sleep and crinkling beautifully at the corners as he smiles down at you.

Those perfect eyebrows of his aren’t precisely shaped, his lips a tiny bit chapped, and he smells faintly of cotton and sleep and…you.

You’ve never wanted to hug him more than you do now.

“Loki…you look like you just woke up.” Pulling a hand out from his grip, you reach up to cradle his jaw with a grin, running your thumb across his lips. “It’s a good look. Refreshing.”

“Do you see now?” He smiles down at you, turning his head to press a kiss to your palm. “Don’t you dare hate yourself for being human. Every little thing that you hate about yourself, I get to love for the both of us.”

“You’re such a sap.” You pat his cheek with a grateful smile, laughing a little at his disheveled state. “Thanks for pretending to have bed head to make me feel better.”

His smile turns sheepish, embarrassed. “No, no, I’ve lied to you, my love.” He hangs his head in shame. “I’ve never wanted you to think of me as anything less than the best I could be, so…I lied to you.”

“Wait, wait, wait. You’ve been using an illusion every single morning??”

“…yes.”

“And here I am, getting all self-conscious about what I look like in the morning?”

The look in Loki’s eye is simply broken. “I am so, so sorry, I never should’ve—”

His voice dies out when you pull him down and firmly press your lips to his, knotting your fingers in his tangled, messy hair. “You’re so stupid,” you giggle, stealing another kiss. “We’re both so stupid.”

A cracked smile breaks out over his face and he rests his forehead on yours—he can’t help but agree with you.

“Let’s be ugly every morning together, okay?” You hug him close, burying your face in his wild hair.

“How about we be beautiful every morning together, instead?”

You laugh and kiss him again, and Loki sinks down to rest lightly on top of you, this time burying his face in the crook of your neck, not hesitating to plant a breathy kiss there, too.

“I’m still pissed off, though,” you murmur, gently stroking a hand through his hair.

“Why, my love?”

“You still taste like peppermint.”

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hope you enjoyed, feel free to send me ideas!

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[possibleplatypus]

listen listen liSTEN it's been nearly a decade and i still think about these questions??? all of Lelouch's actions were based on the 'ends justify means' outlook but all the conflict against him was also based on opposition to that?? on one hand i always think, was Lelouch right? but then also: did he NEED to be right?? he accepted that his actions would come off as self-serving but he had an objective that he never lost sight of, so what exactly are we judging??

HELLO FRIEND I AM PUTTING THE REST OF YOUR ASK AND MY (long-ass) ANSWER UNDER A CUT SO THERE WON’T BE ANY SPOILERS FOR ANYONE WHO WANTS TO WATCH CODE GEASS AND ALSO I WILL BE SHOUTING A LOT AND WHIPPING MY OPINIONS EVERYWHERE I HOPE YOU DON’T MIND

FOR ANYONE JUST STUMBLING INTO MY TUMBLR IF YOU WANT TO WATCH CODE GEASS DO NOT READ BELOW THIS LINE BECAUSE THERE ARE MASSIVE SPOILERS

and don’t even get me started on Suzaku wtf I have so many issues with him but from a characterization POV he was brilliant??? the way they turned around the white-knight trope with him and the conflict between him and Lelouch was such an INTENSE thing throughout the series (though I’m not sure how I feel about his relationship with Euphy but I always thought his attachment to her was less about actual love and more about seeing some sort of salvation in her)

Aaaand yes, I heard about the season 3. Though I’m not sure what they’re going to do with it lol. The fandom is so divided on that whole “Is Lelouch alive or dead? SHOULD he be alive or dead??” front. I always thought he was dead for sure, and his death was meaningful because it also came with a complete sacrifice of his character in the eyes of his people, so idk how they’re going to reconcile that with a new season. (Sorry for blowing up your inbox. I couldn’t resist!)

Dude it’s totally fine to blow up my inbox, it’s empty most of the time anyway and I love talking to other fans. I hope you don’t mind a long answer because I have so many FEELINGS?!!!

1. LELOUCH, MAN. Was he right? Did he NEED to be right? Was he right? UNLESS HE DID SOMETHING TO ENSURE EVERLASTING PEACE IN THE TWO MONTHS BEFORE HE HAD HIMSELF ASSASSINATED, I DON’T THINK HE WAS RIGHT TO DO WHAT HE DID. AND HE NEEDED DESPERATELY TO BE RIGHT BECAUSE HIS WHOLE THING WAS, I HAVE TO KEEP GOING, I HAVE TO KEEP KILLING, I HAVE TO KEEP USING PEOPLE AS PAWNS BECAUSE IF I DON’T ACHIEVE THIS GOAL, THEN ALL THEIR SACRIFICES WILL AMOUNT TO NOTHING. AND HE JUST KEEPS THIS MINDSET THROUGHOUT THE ANIME, USING PEOPLE AND KILLING PEOPLE AND CLIMBING UP A MOUNT EVEREST OF BODIES JUST SO THAT HE CAN ACHIEVE A GOAL THAT IN THE END HE WOULDN’T BE ALIVE TO ENJOY.

I AM JUDGING HIM BECAUSE HE USED SO MANY PEOPLE EXACTLY LIKE PAWNS ON A CHESS PIECE, TRAMPLED OVER THEIR FREE WILL, ENSLAVED THEM, HAD THEMSELVES COMMIT FUCKING SUICIDE, EVEN THOUGH HE ACCUSED THE EMPEROR OF DOING SOMETHING SIMILAR. WAS IT BETTER FOR PEOPLE TO LIVE IN PEACE THROUGH THEIR COMMON HATRED OF A DICTATOR? WAS IT BETTER FOR PEOPLE TO LIVE IN FEAR OF DESTRUCTION, LIKE SCHNEIZEL WANTED TO DO WITH DAMOCLES?

On the one hand I think it’s better for people to be united, rather than living in constant fear. But in the end, all of the people who died for Lelouch’s goal – and it was HIS goal, because WHEN DID THE PEOPLE OF THE WORLD EVER ASK HIM TO GIVE THEM WORLD PEACE? EVEN HIS OWN SISTER NEVER ASKED HIM TO DO THAT AND HE WAS APPARENTLY DOING IT FOR HER – all of the people who died for his goal, all their sacrifices would be meaningless if the peace he wants is broken. 

Now, he said he wanted to create a kinder world for Nunnally to live in (and isn’t that selfish?). And maybe he did – maybe, just maybe, it will last her lifetime. But what if it doesn’t? There will always be people who will use others for their own ends. That’s what keeping people as people, with free will, does, and Lelouch was totally willing to accept that (he killed his goddamn parents because of it). Say the world has like a decade or two of peace. How long will it take for some ambitious asshole to screw it up again and break the peace? They have Zero as a symbol, but in the end, will it be enough? If it isn’t enough, then everyone will have died and been enslaved for nothing. Every single person Lelouch killed had a family, had people who loved them, had goals, they weren’t just chess pieces (as Shirley’s father’s death and Shirley’s consequent breakdown brought home to him), and I think he understood that. But he had to keep playing them as chess pieces to achieve his goal. And if peace is broken, then like Lelouch said, their sacrifices will have been for nothing.

2. Suzaku man, I am SO FRUSTRATED with him. Like I thought he was a white knight in the beginning but it turns out he was suicidal and like you said, wanting salvation. He was so inconsistent. He said he wanted to change things the “right way,” but he supports a genocidal nation and throws himself into situations where he might be killed. HOW IS HE SUPPOSED TO CHANGE ANYTHING IF HE DIES??! 

But in the end he finally changes his mind and does things Lelouch’s way and it strips off all of his ‘white knight’ image altogether. And he is finally honest. So I like that. The way he and Lelouch change as people, and the way they are both so fallible and human, are two of the reasons why I like the show so much.

Euphemia was my FAVORITE CHARACTER (because she was the only one who thought she could achieve peace, or some form of peace, WITHOUT MURDERING SCORES OF PEOPLE) and what Lelouch did to her, however inadvertently, will always break my heart. I think Suzaku did see her as a kind of salvation, and he did love her, but he didn’t love her enough to live for her. He fucking needed Lelouch to mind control him to save himself. But he obviously loved her enough to throw away some of the ideals he was clinging to and become a more honest version of himself.

3. As for season 3, I think it goes back to some of my initial screaming points. Can peace between all people honestly last? How long will it take before someone or some group tries to amass power to themselves again? How long before we start tearing ourselves apart again, because we never seem to learn from history? Did Lelouch do anything to ensure lasting peace, to make all the lives he took worthwhile? (He better have, he was always scheming.) Does keeping Suzaku as Zero make a difference? What happens if people find out that Suzaku is Zero? Season 3 could address these issues.

If Lelouch is dead, it could show us what plans he had in mind to keep the peace going (like Lelouch still controlling things and playing people like chess from beyond the grave, I think that would be amazing). If he’s alive, he could come back and see what he did wrong and try to amend it, maybe with another mountain of bodies, lol.

His death was a great way to end the series– tyrant dies, world peace! But even if the series ends, the story, the world, keeps going. I’d be interested to know what happens in Lelouch’s new world, and I think the writers can pull it off and surprise us.

LOL this was a long-ass answer but as you can see I have a lot of feelings about this series XDDD;;;

Edit: You know what? I know what Season 3 is going to be about. The big reveal will be that Pizza Hut was controlling everything THE ENTIRE TIME.

[joshdunsbrokendrumsticks]

Art Isn’t Just In A Museum

Hey, lovelies! I’m speed demoning these, wow! And the prompts you guys are requesting are perfect. Thank you guys again! Have a great night! Stay alive. xx

Word Count: 1054

Warnings: None

Request: “I want to find someone and I want to tell them, ‘You deserve to be in an art museum because of how beautiful you are.’”

Today was one of the biggest days of your life—moving in with your best friend, Joshua Dun. Though you’d never admit it, you were absolutely, 100%, madly in love with him; head over heels. You knew in your heart, he didn’t reciprocate though.

As you were loading boxes into your car, you started to day dream about what a relationship with him could be.

‘Snap out of it. You'll grow out of this.’ You thought to yourself with sadness growing in your heart.

You slammed the trunk & drove to the new apartment you'd be sharing with Josh, trying to keep your feelings for him in the back of your mind. After multiple red lights & stop signs, you pulled up to an apartment complex.

“(y/n)!” Josh yelled for you, running to your car to help you with your boxes.

“Hey, Josh. There's not many boxes. I can get them.” You picked them up only to have him take them out of hands.

“You could. But, you're not allowed to.” A smile spread across his face, his chocolate brown eyes boring into yours.

“Th-Thank you, Josh. I appreciate it.” A small blush appeared on your cheeks but you just cleared your throat & followed him to elevator.

“The apartment looks great, you'll love it.”

The elevator dinged as Josh finished his sentence. He handed you the key & you opened the door—your jaw dropped.

“Wow, this is great.” You stepped in, looking around.

Setting down the boxes on the couch, he took your hand to show you the kitchen & bedroom.

“The kitchen top is granite & the bedroom has a huge bed.”

“A? Like one?” You chewed on your lip.

“Yeah, I'll take the couch though until we get another one.” He continued to show you around.

All you could do was keep your thoughts in the back of your head. As much as you wanted to tell him that you're deeply in love with the man, you couldn't—you'd embarrass yourself & make your new life with him awkward.

“Are there any places around the area that are fun to go to?” You cleared your throat.

“Yeah, actually! There's a museum right down the road. Sounds lame but I really like history & art. Wanna go tomorrow?” He rocked back & forth on his heels.

“Absolutely.”

You stretched as you woke up to bright rays of light entering your room, making you squint. By the time you got out of bed & got dressed, Josh had made breakfast for the both of you. You padded your way into the kitchen, following the sweet smell of pancakes.

“Hey, Josh.” You croaked, grabbing a plate of pancakes & bacon.

“Good morning, sleepyhead. It’s museum day.” He sat down with you at the breakfast bar, digging into his food like a hungry dog.

“You hungry?” Giggling a little with a small bite in your mouth, you watched him eat.

“Mmm, very. Now eat.”

You threw your hands up in a defensive manner, smiling & then continuing to chomp down on your food.

After finishing, you brushed your hair & teeth before heading out the door with Josh.

He drove both of you to the museum close to your new home, jamming to music with you in the car. Your smile was so bright & he couldn’t help to smile back—it was contagious, just like your laugh.

“Aaaand, here we are!” Josh threw the car into park & helped you out of your seat.

“Art section first?” You asked him with a little puppy dog face; you loved art.

“Of course!” He grabbed your hand, pulling you into the building & finding your way to the paintings & sculptures hanging on the walls.

Your jaw dropped, looking around at all the art. Unable to contain your excitement, you let out a little squeal of joy when you stepped close to beautiful paintings.

“Wow.” You whispered softly, your eyes scanning the entire room & taking in all the allure.

Josh stared at your form as you continued to look around, blocking out everything but the art you were so fascinated with. He couldn’t help but eye you—your beautiful (e/c) orbs that looked at every inch of the room, your silky hair that always fell perfectly, your wonderful smile that brought him happiness. He knew this feeling.

Love.

He called your name a few times before you turned to look at him.

“Oh, sorry. I���m just so amazed.” Your eyes were stuck on a black & white photo of two people kissing; they looked so...happy. And you weren’t. Of course living with your best friend was a dream come true, but it hurt knowing that you’ll never have him—only friends. That’s what you’ll always be.

He walked up to you, turning his head to see what your eyes were focused on. With a deep breath, he took both of your hands in his & gazed directly into your eyes; you felt as if he saw your soul.

“I want to find someone & I want to tell them, ‘You deserve to be in an art museum because of how beautiful you are.’”

You felt your heart drop a little as he told you he wanted to find someone. Before you could say anything, your thoughts were interrupted by his soft lips meeting yours with a gentle touch that lasted what felt like a lifetime. You never wanted it to end.

“And I found that person. That person is you.” His hands were shaky with nervousness that had hit him when he kissed you.

“So, (y/n)...You deserve to be in an art museum because of how beautiful you are.”

You teared up a little before pulling you into a tight hug.

“You have absolutely no idea how long I’ve waited to kiss you, Josh.” You sniffled happily.

“I should’ve done it a long time ago, I was just scared that you’d reject me.”

You pressed your lips to his again, shushing him with make both of your hearts skip a beat.

“I’d never do that, Josh.”

“Never?”

You smiled, kissing his cheek.

“Never.”

[dirty-half-dozen]

Get in line

by dirtyhalfdozen

Summary: After Oculus situation. Sara and Mick can not share Leonard.

Mick knocked the half-empty bottle of beer on the table. He growled louder than usual but it does not frighten the girl. Big guy was angry but not mad at her.

"It is out of discussion, Blondy. He stays in mine`s!"

"It`s my turn. He spent the night in your room yesterday." Sara didn`t notice as her voice raised with every word.

"Yeee.. right after you locked down with him for a whole day before. O my god, woman! What kind of torture did you use on the guy? He barely walked out after that."

"None of your business Mick!"

"It is now. In case you never noticed those walls are not soundproof."

"Ooo i noticed. The day you`ve decided that you`re bloody RockStar!!"

Assassin and Pyro were fighting almost every single day. Only with words, thank God. Last time they actually fight each other Sara won hand to hand combat and Mick burned her hand with heatgun. What a time it was! Like few lifetimes ago. Anyway, they silently agreed never go to assault again. The rest of the team unanimously and silently get out from the room when there is another fight on radar. No one dared to stand between these two. And the reason why they constantly shout at each other is Leonard Snart. His alive crook ass after Oculus explosion.

"You lived with him half of his life." Sara angrily banged her fist on the table as Mick earlier. This little act was supposed to show the seriousness of intentions. She was very close to start a fight. So was Mick.

"So what?"

"The other one is MINE!!"

"No way you`ll get him so ease. He is my best friend."

"So is mine. What else you`ve got, Mick?"

"I`m his brother."

"And i`m his lover."

"So am i."

aaaand awkward silence. Really REALLY awkward.

Mick began to realize what he just said in a rush. Not his best line for this talk.

After few suspicious looks Sara shook her head and continued.

"That`s not true!"

"But it could be." Mick did looked offended. "Not a big deal actually to rip someone`s clothes and do your dirty work."

For a moment Sara`s eyes widened in shock.

"What? Ou my.. You're disgusting!"

"Look who is talking!"

"Sorry to interrupt." Snart raised his free hand from his spot. Watching those two fighting for his attention was at least as good as the day he came back from dead. But this is really starting to annoying especially when he is with them in the same room trying to read Flash comics. "Is there any chance for me to vote here?"

"NO!" Mick and Sara shouted in unison and surprised their first agreement for a week.

"Why don't you just share me like all divorced parents do?" Leonard was only half joking.

"We do need to share him." After few silent seconds Sara came up with this idea.

"Agreed"

--------

Next 10 minutes were terrifying quiet. Snart watched them with corner of eye. They used Gideon`s panel to set something. At least they stop yelling. That`s progress.

"Ok. let`s get this straight." Sara said firmly "You can have him every Monday, Tuesday and first half on Saturday. Plus 1 hour every day after dinner. No stealing. No drinking games. No strippers. No bar-fightings.. without me. Bring him back in time. In one piece"

"Deal"

"That`s it?" Leonard smirked and got up from his sit. He took his phone from pocket and waved it in front of them. "Guys, Lisa texts she wants me to visit her for few days. What should i answer to her?"

"GET IN LINE!"

[sosuperspecial]

SO!  What’s say we introduce ourselves??? I’ll start...

Name: Mickey (she/her) - like the mouse [is what I tell ppl over the phone]

Age: 21+ (old enough, but not old aF... I’m still well <30, so)

Timezone: CST

Location:  Minneapolis MN (I tell you this b/c I want to let everyone know about my swanky DOWNTOWN studio apartment... I mean, living downtown has always been a dream of mine and YEAH, it’s absolutely as sexy as I imagined it would be.  Noise bothered me for a whole 48 hours before I got used to it.)

LONG ASS EXPLANATION OF MY “BOUNDARIES”.. so long, in fact, that I stuck it under a Read More...

Also under the cut, Im gonna explain what a trigger warning policy would look like were it ever up to me.

Boundaries:  I’ve read A Song of Ice and Fire - and George R. R. Martin is one of the greatest authors I’ll probably see in my lifetime.  In A Game of Thrones, which is the first book of the series (in case you live under a rock or some shit and you somehow weren’t aware), a character named Dani experienced an arranged marriage, and in the book, her wedding night was framed as consensual.  Her husband, the Khal, Drogo was in his mid to late 20′s and she was 13, but he messed around w/ her, working her up until she was excited and realized she was being given the option, which she took him up on, telling him “yes”.  It was more than implied that after the first time, the Khal took it whenever he wanted until she learned how to take control of her situation.  If writing about underage sex irl had the same kind of stigma as it does in most of the rp community, we would’ve missed out on one of the best arcs in one of the best books I’ve ever read.  

Kind of a non sequitur here hat being said, I’m actually glad that their wedding night was framed the way it was on the TV show Game of Thrones; otherwise, it would’ve left a lot open to apologetics. 

She was, for obvious reasons, aged up in the show, but being that we’re WRITING, I, personally, don’t think that’s necessary.  

Feel free to disagree!!  I won’t be mad, and I’ll absolutely tag any triggers that are asked of me - the last thing I wanna do is legit trigger someone, cuz I know ‘triggers’, I promise.

But! I also love me some UK Skins - another example that depicts plenty of underage sex, drug use, and what not, aaaand idk about you, but (sorry if this is tmi, but consider yourself warned ‘cause you’re free to stop reading the rest of the paragraph!) *I* was underage when I lost MY v-card...  so I base MY bounderies more on the fiction I read, the pop culture I consume and my own real life experience than I do on common tumblr rp rules... make sense???

Besides, idk about YOU, but I was writing depraved fanfic when I was 13 (wish I could find it now, ‘cause I bet it’d be hilarious) and the bounderies THERE were almost non-existant.  Aaah, all that gay porn written by female 13 year old virgins... fucking priceless.

As a 10 year old, I read a book by Judy Blume called Then Again, Maybe I Won’t.  The protagonist was a 13 year old boy, and from it, I learned the meaning of the phrase “wet dream”.  The boys in this book also got drunk once after raiding one of their folk’s liqueur cabinets.  The child in this book explained his sexual awakening in somewhat graphic detail.... and again, this was a book written by Judy Blume.

More recently, I read a book called The Mosquito Coast.  The protagonist was again a 13 year old who turned 14 during the story.  There was a scene in this book, which was written by Paul Theroux, where a group of kids were messing around with an innocent game reminiscent of "playing doctor”, and this kid had to go in the swimming hole and watch instead of participate.  It was a first person narrative, so the author included what went through the kid’s head.   This stuff happens in books; it doesn’t have to be ‘sexualized’, but if our characters are in high school, I see no reason why we’d need to sensor their thought process.  If there’s any traumatic event in their past that may cross their mind in a thread, I vote go for it, even if it happened when they were underage.  There are ways of portraying this without being graphic about it, but ommitting it entirely if it’s had a profound impact on them and who they are currently?  You shouldn’t have to do that!  For fuck’s sake, professional, published authors don’t!

Trigger Warning Policy

In my indie blogs, I never tag anything unless specifically asked to - and I’ve never been asked to, so I never have, tho I do follow trigger warning policies in the groups that I’ve joined b/c I’m not in a group to challenge the admins; it’s THEIR group, so I follow their rules w/out pushback.  It’s the least I can do out of respect, you kno?

So if *I* wrote a trigger warning policy, it would look something like this:

We value creative freedom and a relaxed atmosphere, which we feel can be compromised by extremely strict trigger warning policies. Using the phrase too liberally can run the risk of trivializing the phrase, which I would hate to do, seeing as triggers can be very real and should never be made into a joke.  So just be aware of the ubiquity of adult content in the group; it will be all over your dash at all times.  

Of course, that being said, If you have any serious anxiety problems that could be legitimately triggered by a certain kind of graphic gif or the content you read in someone else’s thread (or even if you’re, like, in the process of quitting smoking or something), we’re fine with asking the other members to tag it.  Obviously don’t take this lightly, because we want to avoid trigger warning overkill.  Please only inquire if you really do have a serious problem.  But again, even with all that being said, tagging content isn’t really a big deal either, so go ahead and hit us up on or off anon if you really do need some help.  And don’t feel bad.  Just don’t inquire unless there’s a real, legit need :).

So far we don’t need anyone to tag their content, but we’ll throw an admin note up if this changes.

Please tag any mentions of rape or sexual assault with “rape tw”, and (obviously) blacklist “rape tw” if you feel like you need to.  No worries, ok??