#but then i decided that no. bunnies. easier to do and i liked it better anyway

[seaofreverie]

Sparkstember Day 20: Hello Young Lovers

As much as I love Hello Young Lovers and it's everything to me, one essay about it is probably enough anyway. So enjoy some bunnies today and look out for more of the usual stuff tomorrow because I have very many feelings about Exotic Creatures.

[alwaysshallow]

boys trying to survive nnn with their partner (141 + los vaqueros + könig x f!reader)

a/n: if it wasn't for @blissful-bunny, there wouldn't be nnn. LMAOOO i hope y'all will enjoy, it's my first time doing something like this... and i think i don't hate it as i did before!

mdni, as always. nsfw below + keegan's version here

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Being around Ghost durning this time is funny, to say the least. You know about this bet from Gaz, when you invited the whole Task Force 141 for dinner. There wasn't much of a reaction from you, just a nod and a hum that's interesting to hear that. Nothing more, until your boyfriend's friends went home, and you stayed with him, washing dishes.

"You think you're gonna last?" you ask, and you pretty much can't stop yourself from laughing when he gives you a side eye.

"'s just a month." he grumbles, and you know, you somehow irritated him. Or, the bet did, you're not really sure. "Been through worse."

Theoretically, it is true. He's military, he has seen things that you won't ever see, something so stupid like this challenge shouldn't be something hard to do.

Practically? Practically, he takes every fucking chance to get closer to you. You're making breakfast, showering, washing the dishes? He's gonna be right behind you. It's not surprising at first, he liked to be near you always, but it has a malicious intent to it, when he drags his clothed cock up and down your ass, grunting right into your ear. He gets you worked up, and you're pretty sure he's gonna lose, but he stops right before he cums.

You can't really decide if it's funny or sad to see him like this. It's his pained expression that he gives when he bites on his lower lip, grumbling something about watching you touching yourself, so it will be better. You can't really say no to a man starved, so you put out a show for him, thinking how so much better his fingers would be in your pussy.

If it would depend on you, you'd kneel and relieve him, but what can you do, when he has this ridiculous challenge of his?

He breaks after two days, when he sees you in your shared gym, exercising. It's unexpected, when he puts down dumbbells you were working with, doing squats; you want to ask what's wrong, but when he lifts you up, your back hitting the wall, you just know. You even forgive him when he doesn't prep you enough, and he just thrusts into you without much thinking of it, his balls heavy.

You know you won't leave this gym for a long time.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

"You're participating in what?"

To say it was weird, was one thing. To say that Kyle does it, was even weirder, especially that he was straight from two months of deployment. Needy. You knew it, as you were with him almost three years by now, he had always spent hours in bed with you because he missed you like a madman. These two months were pretty much the longest you've been separated with him, so, you can imagine your surprise, when you learned about the challenge, when you two were cleaning your apartment. He was touching you every now and then, giving you little kisses, and now he was talking about something like this.

"I'm—"

"—No, I heard you" you chuckled, shaking your head. "I'm like… trying to understand who convinced you to do so."

"Bet with Soap. Lad thinks 'm not gonna last with you." he murmurs, and you just know that this motherfucker made this as a personal challenge. So, you just nod your head, to Kyle's surprise on his pretty face. "That's… all you're gonna say?"

"What else I'm supposed to say?" you raise your eyebrow, amused. "That I feel sorry for you, this will do?"

"That ain't funny."

"It is, kind of funny." you grin, as you kiss his forehead, at which he closes his eyes, so you repeat kissing his forehead a few times. "I'm gonna support you in this, yeah? So it's gonna be easier."

It wasn't easier. You could see that he glances at you every now and then, when you are doing domestic things around the house, giving him little, encouraging smiles. Little do you know that Kyle's bulge is growing larger and larger every time he looks at you.

Gaz is pretty calm, at least until he sees you in his t-shirt (that is way too big for you) and just panties underneath, sitting right beside him with a bowl of popcorn. You two planned to watch a movie, but your boyfriend quickly brushes it off, as his hand wanders under the hem of your panties.

"Kyle, you—"

"I know." he almost growls, as he puts you on his lap.

The moment he feels your wetness, he's a gone man; he makes you ride him, and the challenge is just a fading memory, when his lips attack yours.

John "Soap" MacTavish

Soap is absolutely offended when everyone in Task Force 141 tells him he's gonna lose the challenge. He can't shut up about it for an hour straight, as he lays with his head on your lap, telling you something about celibacy and being true lover, not some "horny arse like the others". You listen to it with a small, amused smile on your lips because as much as you love your boyfriend, everyone is right about it.

He's not gonna last, and he knows it personally too, but you say nothing about it. You just listen to Johnny's ramblings, until his eyes are on you, observing your reaction so casually.

"What do ya think? 'm gonna beat it? Be the best?" he tilts his head like a puppy, squinting his eyes. It's an icy ground you're standing on right now.

"I think… it's gonna be hard." you answer; slowly, reluctantly. It's not something that he wants to hear though, as he groans, shaking his head with displeasure. "What? You asked!"

"I ken it's gonna be hard. 'm askin', if 'm gonna beat it" he emphasizes his last words, and you can feel he barely holds himself from rolling his eyes.

"…well, baby, as much as I have faith in you in other things…"

It's not a good answer for him, nor for a challenge, considering that you end up getting fucked by him – it's some kind of punishment, he tells you, when he folds you in half. He tells you that he also didn't lose the challenge, technically, as you had sex November 1st , at 3 a.m. You nod, hesitantly, so you could go to sleep without causing him to ramble about it again; you are exhausted.

It takes him three days of fucking you in various places to finally come into the conclusion that the challenge isn't for him. Three days of promising and hearing him whining that it's gonna be 'st the tip, baby, to feel you good.

"Good that you've figured that out." you say with a small smile, in restaurant's bathroom, his forehead against yours, as his cock is still buried deep inside you.

"Lasted longer than lads. Sure of that."

John Price

You want to think of your husband highly, when you hear of this stupid thingy. The authority, someone that leads the Task Force 141, setting the example for his younger proteges with his willpower. Someone who actually cares about engaging in challenges, even if they're stupid, even if he shouldn't even look at something like this.

Yet, you know John, you're married to him, for God's sake – and you know his sex drive. When this man is home, nothing and no one stops him from getting what he wants, and that's on you. In your mind, there's a core memory of him saying that he absolutely loves your pussy, multiple times.

So it's not a surprise that he doesn't participate in this challenge. It's not a surprise when he babbles about having kids with you while he fucks you wherever he can; kitchen counter, under the shower, your couch. His obsession over kids grew over this month more than ever, and you were happy to meet his expectations in a middle, since you thought of having a little angel in your small family for a longer time now. Having a dog wasn't enough.

A surprise comes when he proudly admits that he won in the end of the month. Boys are pretty much shocked by this, considering that their Captain didn't even look frustrated once, and he was in better mood than usual. Yet, they don't have a place to complain, so they accept the defeat with a frown on their faces, and a quick comment from Soap that he for sure cheated.

"You didn't win, honey." you laugh to him, sitting at his lap, when he's in his office, alone.

Price arches his eyebrow in amusement. "I did."

"That's not really—"

"Listen, we were tryin' for babies, weren't we? It wasn't egoistical fuckin'." he explains, completely serious.

It takes all in you not to either gasp or laugh again. "So, if it would be without the intention of making babies, you'd lose?"

He gives you a quick nod. "Exactly, missus. Exactly."

Alejandro Vargas

It's easy to last a few days for Alejandro. Maybe even a week, or a bit more. With his kind of work, being a Colonel, you often didn't see him for days, or even weeks if it was a bad time. Right now, with working over destroying a Mexican cartel, being home was rare for him. Was it saddening? Of course, but you knew what you were doing when you married him, you've talked with him about it for days, maybe weeks, even.

So, maybe that's why he didn't really think much of a challenge when he agreed to it, one of the nights he was drinking with Los Vaqueros. Just for fun, just to make a fun memory in this mess they were in. Days were passing in the blink of an eye with the same routine; a few hours of sleep if he's lucky, patrol, documents, action and repeat. Nothing too fancy, nothing too new for a man of war like he is, he got used to it all.

Harder was the moment he came home to you, where you were waiting for him with your open arms, all needy for his presence, for his touch, but somehow, somehow he managed, giving you the best orgasm of your life with his mouth only, even if he was in need too.

"Cariño?" he calls you, confused, when he doesn't see you in bed in the next morning. In his sweatpants only, he goes to the kitchen, following the sound of pan that sizzles lazily in the background.

"Makin' breakfast, Ale!" you reply, looking behind your shoulder with the biggest smile that slowly falters the moment you see his eyes darkening in the span of seconds. "What's with the face?"

He approaches you slowly, caging you between his arms. "Just… appreciating" he says, as he starts kissing your neck "my little wife. Who's been really patient with me, gone for so many days. And now, you're making me breakfast—" he groans, shaking his head. You can feel his growing bulge, as you grind your ass against it.

It's obvious that Colonel lost the challenge, after he arrives to his work with his wife, his arm possessively around her. Why? Maybe it's your neck covered in hickeys, your trembling legs, or his arms visibly scratched, but no one says anything about it in the base.

Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra

You have a kind of forbidden romance with him; you're the one of Los Vaqueros, and the romance is absolutely prohibited here, to prevent the collapse of the squad. Not to mention that he's a right hand man of Alejandro, so he has to follows the rules directly. Maybe even more than anyone here, to be honest; setting an example that he's not a exception to the rule.

It doesn't help that you're so kind. That you nod every time you see him as a silent greeting, and then you rush to do whatever you have to do today. It doesn't help him that you're helping everyone around you with a smile that could light up the whole town, and he smiles every time he sees it, too.

Everyone pictures that Rudy would win the challenge easily, since in their heads, his head wasn't occupied with anyone, and he could easily withold himself with his desires.

And maybe he would. Maybe he would, if you weren't the one guarding the base with him, if you weren't the one who was smiling at him with those plump lips of yours.

"If you'd only know how much I thought about… hah—" his breaths are ragged, as the pace of his hips gets quicker. His lips finds yours, as he kisses you with such hunger, you know without a doubt that he means what he says. It automatically makes you smile.

"It's fate that binds us, then" you say, your fingernails clutching at his arms; you're sure that you're the creator of bloody crescents here, but you can't care less about it. Not when the man of your dreams is fucking you.

He smiles at your words.

Rudy never been a good liar, and you painfully learn it, when Alejandro asks him why he's so happy; as you stand nearby, you hear the whole conversation. It's cute in some way, the way he's a blabbering mess, without any sense of it.

It takes Colonel's one look at you, and he knows.

You never walked faster to your work, neither did Rudy.

Konig

If you think he's gonna even try playing at this, you're in deep denial. Maybe if he'd be alone he could try of a genuine curiosity, but not when he has you. Such a pretty, obedient girlfriend, that he has wrapped around his finger, and a girlfriend that is pretty much at his service every time he wants.

He's a man to laugh about that challenge with his squad, telling them that they're filthy, and he would last the whole month, maybe even longer, if it weren't for you. Because he's such a caring boyfriend, he listens to your needs, even if you're whiny.

At least, that's the story that his squad knows.

He tells you about this while he folds you in half, that he needs to act a little grumpy around his squad, to put a facade that he's hungry because it's the right thing to do. When you suggest that he could even try, he barks a low laugh, while he pumps his cock before thrusting into you.

"Schatz, as if. Not gonna play the kids game." it's all he says, kissing you with affection on your swollen lips. "I do not intend on torturing you like this. You wouldn't survive a day without my dick."

There's some truth to it — but you're truly wondering if that's you who wouldn't survive without his dick, or he, that wouldn't survive without your pussy and sex, considering he is even more of a maniac than you are.

dividers by cafekitsune

[agi-ppangx]

fragile (lee minho x gn!reader)

warnings: depressive episode, mentions of suicidal thoughts

“it’s like…” you started hesitantly, picking at the petals of the daisy you were holding in your hand. “recently even existing feels like a chore,” you mumbled, looking down at the crumpled flower. minho glanced at you from his spot.

“elaborate?”

minho had decided to bring you to the meadow far away from your home because, quote, “fresh air will stop your head from hurting. you’ve been complaining about that a lot recently”. you thought it was silly, him wanting you to leave the comfort and familiarity of your bed, but it was minho after all - if you didn’t comply he would simply pick you up and carry you to the car himself.

“if i knew i wouldn’t wake up tomorrow i’d go to sleep right now,” you responded, shrugging your shoulders, and you threw the daisy onto the ground. the soft, spring wind brushed through your messy hair, making you close your eyes. even nature treated you ever so gently - why couldn’t you do the same for yourself?

the tears pricked at the corners of your eyes and you whined, laying down on the blanket and curling into a ball, letting the tears fall down your face.

“i just don’t see the purpose, you know? i attend my classes but i can’t even focus on the topic, i sleep a lot but i’m still fucking exhausted and–” you stopped, taking in a sharp breath. you squeezed your eyes, desperately trying to calm down. inhale, one, two, three, exhale. repeat.

you opened your eyes, the bright sun rays blinding you, but its warmth on your skin felt oddly soothing. you looked at the clouds slowly making their way into the unknown. weren’t they scared of it?

you exhaled loudly, sitting up again and wiping your damp cheeks.

“i don’t know how much longer i can take it,” you whispered, looking into the distance. “god, i’m sorry. i said too much,” you chuckled dryly, blushing with embarrassment.

minho didn’t say anything as he shifted, facing you and reaching his hands to place a flower crown on your head.

“a flower crown for my little flower,” he voiced with a faint smile, his bunny teeth peeking out of his mouth. you’re such a fragile thing, he was trying to tell you.

you teared up at the simple statement and minho wasted no time as he wrapped his arms around your body and brough you close to his chest, placing your head right where his heart beat. he rubbed your back soothingly as you sobbed into his t-shirt, damping it with your tears.

“you’re not alone in this, okay? you don’t have to act tough all the time, not when you have me,” he said firmly, kissing the top of your head. “i’ll catch you whenever you fall, i can be tough for both of us.” you breathed harshly, sniffling, and a loud sob left your body. “it’ll become easier. maybe not now, but soon. i promise.” you nodded, burying your face in the crook of his neck, breathing his cologne and letting it cloud your senses.

you weren’t sure how things could get better, but you wanted to believe him. you wanted to hold onto hope that your life will soon become easier, more bearable. maybe even one day you’ll be happy again, though the route to that would be long and bumpy. but just as flowers needed water to live and grow, you needed someone to help you get back on your feet. and minho was willing to be the one to help you with that.

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[grandmother-goblin]

Savory and Sweet

Ao3 - Masterlist

Summary: After Astarion finally confesses to his attempted manipulations and his real feelings for Orakith, he realizes that she didn't respond as well as he had initially thought. And Astarion was not about to let their first night in a real relationship end on a sour note.

Relationships: Astarion x Female!Tav

Rating: Mature (for non-explicit sexual content)

Word Count: 4.1k

Tags: Fluff, humor, non-explicit sexual content, comfort, Gale makes a minor appearance.

The weight on Astarion’s conscious had finally lifted after he came clean to Orakith about, well, nearly everything. About how he had lied to her, about how he manipulated her feelings, how he tried to make her fall for him without falling for her, and how that spectacularly backfired.

If he was being completely honest, he had no idea how Orakith would respond to his confession. She was the sweet sort — innocent and a bit naive. She was the type to help people, cry over a sleeping fawn or baby bunny, and make flower crowns when they stopped for a rest.

She was also a sorceress whose favored spells involved fire and poison, so she wasn’t the kind of person Astarion wanted to needlessly upset. Though he didn’t think she would ever direct that sort of magical wrath toward him, experience told him to remain cautious.

Pissing off magic users was rarely a good idea. Especially ones who didn’t have the best control over said magic.

Oraktih had listened to his explanation as his slow, undead heart pounded like the living. Her eyes were wide but her expression was nearly unreadable — then again, Astarion always had a little trouble reading her. When he had said all that he needed to, she pulled him into an embrace that was so perfect and warm that he never wanted her to let go.

“I care about you, Astarion,” she had said as she buried her face in his shoulder. “You mean the world to me and I’m so happy to have you as part of my life.”

There had been something slightly off about her voice. It was sincere, Astarion had no doubts about that. But it had a certain edge to it that Orakith only got when something went disastrously wrong, or she was trying to stay positive and keep up morale as the world burned around them.

She sounded happy.

Too happy.

When she stepped out of the embrace, she gave him a watery smile as she linked her little finger around his. “Thank you for telling me.”

It seemed everything went as well as it could have gone: Orakith didn’t get angry with him, she didn’t end their relationship, she didn’t even accidentally light him on fire in a surge of magic.

In fact, she gave him the sweetest, lingering kiss on his cheek before bidding him goodnight.

So when he heard soft sniffles and shaky sobs coming from her tent nearly an hour later, that weight that had been lifted off his consciousness dropped directly onto his heart.

Shit.

He knew the sounds of someone trying to hide that they were crying all too well. The common courtesy under Cazador’s roof was simply to ignore whoever was upset. The spawn seldom had a moment of privacy, and they all broke down in tears at one point or another, and it was just easier to pretend it never happened because nothing could be done to make things better. Ignoring it was so deeply ingrained within him, Astarion nearly walked right past her tent simply out of habit.

If he had to take a wild guess, he could only assume Orakith’s tears had something to do with their conversation.

Astarion knelt beside the entrance of her tent, noting how golden tendrils of translucent magic tied the opening shut. “Orakith?” Astarion whispered tentatively. “Are you alright, my love?”

“I’m good.” Somehow, she managed to inject that falsely positive tone even through a stuffy nose.

She most certainly was not okay, considering how she decided to use her magic to effectively lock herself in her tent. “I can’t help but feel that, given our earlier conversation, you might be a bit upset with me.”

“I’m not upset with you,” she replied far too quickly.

“Darling.” Astarion tsked and shifted a little closer — close enough he could see her back turned toward him through the little slit in the entrance. “If you’re upset with me, I would really like to sort this out with you. Preferably sooner rather than later. Gods knows our friends are like vultures when it comes to any sort of… interpersonal issues.”

“Really, I’m okay.”

He rolled his eyes. “You’re obviously not, so may I please come in?”

“I just need some sleep.”

“Orakith.”

Trees creaked and swayed in the midnight breeze. A lone sniffle penetrated the sounds of rushing water from the nearby river, but otherwise, she didn’t respond.

Astarion sighed and ran his hand through his hair. Part of him wanted to just crawl into her tent anyways, but he couldn’t with that magic keeping the tent sealed. It likely wouldn’t harm him, but he felt trying to dispel it and breaking into her tent was a bit too much even for him.

If she had wanted him to leave her alone, he trusted her to tell him — she had no problem doing so in the past. As much as hearing her cry tugged at his heartstrings, he would respect her decision. But she hadn’t asked him to leave, so he assumed that she just didn’t want to let him see her upset.

Which was a little ridiculous, when he thought about it. He had seen her cry before. Plenty of times, in fact. But most of those tears were the joyful sort — like when Scratch first showed up at their camp, or when Wyll made a joke at just the right moment, or when she found a trader who happened to sell her favorite cheese despite it being hard to come by.

An idea struck him and Astarion pushed himself to his feet. “I’ll be right back,” he said, and didn’t wait for a response as he made a beeline toward Gale’s tent.

Orakith had bought that trader’s entire supply of that particular cheese. Since it was more perishable than some of their other rations, Gale had offered her the use of a magic bag that he claimed would preserve the food for longer. Astarion hadn’t seen Orakith ask for the cheese since, so he assumed Gale still had it (provided that he didn’t eat it himself).

Softening his steps, Astarion crouched as he approached Gale’s tent. If he remembered correctly, Gale always kept his bags near the entrance of the tent, so all Astarion had to do was keep quiet as he —

“What are you doing?” Gale asked, a floating light above his book brightening with the question, casting an accusatory spotlight right on Astation’s face.

Damn. He was so caught up in trying to cheer up Orakith, he was only focused on getting the cheese from Gale’s pack without waking him up and never considered that Gale might not be asleep in the first place.

Astarion blinked at him.

Closing his book, Gale raised his brows in response like a teacher awaiting an explanation from a student as to why their homework was late.

“I missed you.”

Gale kicked at where Astarion’s knee pinned down the corner of his bedroll. “The real reason, Astarion.”

When the first couple of excuses that crossed his mind were somehow more ridiculous than the truth, Astarion sighed. “Orakith and I had a talk tonight and she’s a bit upset. Everything is fine, I think. I just wanted to bring her something to cheer her up and I know her favorite cheese is in your bag.”

Something about Gale’s expression softened. “Aww,” he said as an indulgent smile spread across his lips. “You really fancy her, don’t you?”

Astarion ran his hand through his hair impatiently. “Yes. Now give me the cheese. Please.”

A quiet chuckle shook Gale’s shoulders as he tugged the bag toward him, quickly finding a wedge of cheese that was wrapped in wax paper and about the size of his palm. “Here.”

“Just like that?” He carefully took the offering, half-expecting Gale to zap him the moment the wrapper touched his fingertips.

“Just like that,” Gale replied. “Besides, it’s not like it’s mine. Though, I would strongly suggest that you just ask me next time, hmm? But who am I to judge? Love can make fools of us all, and a bit of cheese is hardly the most foolish thing someone has tried to steal in the name of it. Believe me, I would know.”

Love. He wasn’t sure he would call it love, per say. His feelings toward Orakith certainly weren’t ones that he was familiar with, but it felt far too soon to call it ‘love.’

Hells, just a few hours ago he acknowledged out loud that his feelings were real. Love was far too much, but the thought of it didn’t fill him with disgust, envy, or apprehension.

It filled him with something like hope, and that was terrifying all on its own.

Astarion gave Gale a curt nod. “Thank you,” he said and he backed out of the tent as Gale bid him goodnight.

Well, that didn’t go as planned, but it certainly could have gone much worse.

Pushing that slightly awkward moment with Gale to the back of his mind, Astarion returned to Orakith’s tent. He knelt by the entrance and listened for a moment. There wasn’t any sniffling or crying, which was a good sign. Maybe? Or perhaps she had just fallen asleep during his brief absence. He tapped on the side of the tent, quietly rustling the fabric and said, “I’m back, darling.”

No answer.

So either she was ignoring him, or she had actually fallen asleep. If she was asleep, he certainly wasn’t above waking her up. After everything they talked about that night, he was not going to let her cry herself to sleep.

Not without at least trying to make things right.

“I, uhh.” Astarion glanced down at the wedge of cheese in his hand and furrowed his brow. “I brought you some cheese.”

There was a small snort of laughter from inside the tent. “You brought cheese?”

It wasn’t exactly the most traditional way to bribe someone, but it was the first thing that came to mind. It wasn’t exactly the most romantic gift either…

Perhaps he should have hunted down some flowers instead.

“Yes, and I had to talk to Gale to get it,” he replied, as if talking to the wizard was some torturous ordeal despite how he actually quite enjoyed Gale’s presence. Most of the time. “Now, may I please come in? I’d much prefer your company to his.”

“I’m not going to be the greatest company right now.”

“Why don’t you let me be the judge of that?”

He kept his tone light despite how his worries began to weigh him down. What if she changed her mind about him after she had had a bit more time to think? What if she couldn’t forgive him? What if her feelings for him couldn’t outweigh the pain he had caused her.

The entrance of the tent shimmered, and the anxiety balled up in his chest loosened as the magic keeping the opening sealed faded away. Not wasting another moment, Astarion crawled into the tent.

Inside, the only light came from a tiny dancing lights spell, each orb no bigger than a firefly. A faint amber glow and the moving shadows over soft furs and richly colored blankets gave the space a cozy yet magical feel to it. Crumpled up in the corner were the robes Orakith had been wearing earlier that evening.

Astarion frowned.

As long as he had known Orakith, she had some deeply ingrained habit to fold clothes. Or any sort of fabric. It came from years of working as a washerwoman, she had said. She found it soothing. He couldn’t even remember a time when Orakith hadn’t folded her clothes.

Or his clothes, for the matter.

Hells, even the first time they had had sex she ridiculously folded her clothes before she let him ravish her. It was probably the first time in decades that he had genuinely laughed with someone he was going to sleep with.

“Don’t judge me,” she said with poorly concealed mirth as his hand slipped around her waist from behind. “I don’t want my stuff to get wrinkled. I’ll get yours next.”

Astarion slowly kissed her neck, her pulse racing beneath his lips. His fingertips traced the firm contours of her abdomen. “A bit of rumpled clothing is all part of the fun.”

“Until you lose a sock.”

A laugh that was more like a smile passed his lips as Orakith carefully tossed her folded trousers atop her other clothes. His hand ventured lower, teasingly close to the heat between her legs without actually touching her there. “What’s a lost sock compared to getting lost in one another?”

“Cold toes, for one,” she said, seemingly unfazed by his wandering hands. “Where did you put your shirt? I’m folding it before — ”

She squeaked when he pulled her down on top of him, and then rolled her onto her back in the grass. Astarion pinned her hands above her head. “You really want to spend your time doing that when you could do something so much more — ” he delicately nipped at the corner of her jaw — “pleasurable.”

If she wanted to, she could easily escape his hold on her. Instead she laced her fingers through his, her eyes playful and bright beneath the light of the moon. “I think you’ll find it very pleasurable when you don’t have to wear a wrinkled shirt tomorrow morning.”

“Shh.” Astarion kissed down the column of her throat to her collarbone as she drew in a shaky breath. “Why don’t we just enjoy each other, hmm?”

She swallowed and nodded. “I’ll get them later.”

Astarion began to fold her clothes as the memory faded away. It wasn’t much, but it was a little something he could do for her. Or at the very least, it was one less thing she had to do for herself.

She kept her back turned toward him, still curled up in a fetal position, as he tucked the neatly folded garments in the corner of the tent. Not knowing the best place to put the cheese, he just set it on top of the pile since he didn’t expect it would stay there for very long.

“You didn’t have to do that for me,” she said stuffily.

“It was no trouble at all, my love.” Astarion crawled onto the empty space beside her on her bedroll, close enough to feel the warmth radiating off of her body.

As much as he wanted to lay down beside her and pull her against his chest, he remained sitting. Orakith normally liked being held, and he realized that he quite liked holding her in turn, but it didn’t feel like the right time for that. Instead, he placed a (hopefully) comforting hand on her bare shoulder and just watched her for a moment.

Soft golden light from her spell highlighted the ruby red and deep orange veins of color that blazed through her soft jade scales like flames through a prairie. Her iridescent sheen almost made it seem like her scales were always changing colors — so much so that many people couldn’t tell she was a green dragonborn at first glance. Most assumed that she was bronze or gold or copper due to the pigment granted by her draconic ancestry.

Yet when Astarion first saw her, he just thought she looked like a giant gecko.

Now whenever he looked at her his heart ached with a kind of affection he had one believed he could never feel again.

Prior to meeting Orakith, he had never given dragonborn much thought. There were only a handful of them in the city, and Cazador forbade his spawn from hunting them simply because dragonborn were so rare and people tended to keep close tabs on them. Or, at least, that was the reason Cazador gave — he probably just didn’t want to bite through a hide of scales.

For all the times he hadn’t paid attention to dragonborn before, he was certainly making it up now.

Astarion opened his mouth to say something, but found himself at a loss for words. Comforting someone who was upset, especially someone he cared about, was completely foreign territory. What in the Hells was he supposed to say? ‘There, there, I know you’re upset about me lying to you and manipulating you, but can you please stop crying because you’re making me feel even guiltier than I did before?’

Because that would go over so well.

Orakith’s arm shifted beneath his hand as she wiped at her face with the heel of her palm. “I’m sorry,” she said with a weak laugh, as if part of her was still trying to convince him that she was perfectly fine. “I didn’t want you to see me like this.”

“I can hardly see you at all, my love.” In an attempt to get her to look at him, Astarion gently tugged at her shoulder. “Roll this way so I don’t have to have a conversation with the back of your skull.”

She shook her head. “My face is a mess.”

“I have a handkerchief. Now roll over.”

With a huff, and thankfully very little fight, she flopped onto her back. Draping her arm over her eyes, she gave out an exasperated and pathetic whine. “I feel like a big baby.”

“You are a big baby,” Astarion said as he retrieved the handkerchief Orakith had embroidered with his name and delicate purple asters and morning glories from his pocket, “but not for being upset about — well, what I think you’re upset about.”

The corner of her lips twitched into a smile but it quickly faded away. “I shouldn’t be upset at all. You just told me something huge and here I am, making it all about me.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” Astarion brought the handkerchief to her dampened cheek and gently nudged her arm aside as he dried her face. “This is about you too. And if you’re upset then I would be a piss-poor boyfriend if I just let you cry it out.”

The smile returned to her face, bigger than before, but this time it didn’t immediately fade away. Oraktih never showed her teeth when she smiled, even going so far as to cover her mouth when she laughed. She said she didn’t want to frighten people. But Astarion’s stomach did a funny little flip when he caught a glimpse of white in her smile.

As far as he knew, he was the only person she let herself smile in front of without hiding it. It was a little thing, but it felt special. It made him feel special.

Bright, wet, orange eyes, glowing like a warm hearth, looked up at him as he traced her sharp cheekbone with the handkerchief. “Boyfriend?”

“Partner, lover, your little love leech — pick your poison, darling,” he said as he blotted at her face more playfully.

A giggle bubbled from her throat, and the sound was enough to make him smile in turn. Even if she was a little upset with him, at least he could still make her laugh. And she didn’t feel the need to hide it either.

That had to count for something

As her laughter subsided, Astarion tucked the slightly damp handkerchief back in his pocket. He lifted her hand and pressed a lingering kiss to her knuckles, gazing into the fire of her eyes as he did.

“I mean it,” he said as they both sobered, the mood considerably lighter than it had been just a minute ago. “I want what we have to be something real.”

Orakith sighed and watched the little dancing lights twinkling above them. “I do too,” she replied. “I mean, it was always real to me. But looking back on our early relationship now, I should have known that you weren’t always serious. I feel like a bit of a fool. And embarrassed. After all, the only time men, especially men as handsome as you, paid me any mind was when they wanted a discount on laundry services.”

Her tone was lighthearted and playful, but he could hear the hurt buried beneath.

“I never thought I stood a chance with you,” she went on as she picked at something nonexistent on one of her claws, “but when you asked me to spend the night with you at the party… and you actually met up with me…. Gods, I was afraid I was dreaming. No one had ever wanted me like that before, and I liked you so much that I was afraid I was going to mess everything up.”

Her eyes flickered back to his. “You were my first everything. My first kiss. My first time…. I was so nervous I think I started folding clothes,” she added with a laugh.

“Hold on,” he said as he raised his brows, his heart sinking in his chest. “You never told me that I was your first.”

As if he needed to feel like even more of a jackass, he had to add taking her virginity while he was manipulating her to his list of crimes.

Gods, how had he not noticed? Perhaps it was because she docilely let him take the lead that night. If he had noticed any nervousness on her part, he must have passed it off as the typical bit of uncertainty that came with sleeping with someone new. Not that the entire experience was new to her.

Orakith gave a little shrug. “Some of the washerwomen said that being so inexperienced at my age might scare some men off,” she said as if being in her mid twenties made her some sort of spinster. “They’d think I was saving myself, or that maybe something was wrong with me. Baldur’s Gate is a human city and…. Well, more people look at dragonborn as more of a curiosity than a romantic prospect.”

Astarion laced his fingers with hers. “Almost feel sorry for the poor fools that missed out on knowing how incredible you are. Almost.”

She gazed up at him and gave his hand a little squeeze. “You really mean that?”

“Do you really think I would go through all this effort if I didn’t?” he said and gestured toward where the cheese sat on top of her clothes. “I’ve never met anyone who cares the way you do, and I was an idiot for not seeing that sooner.”

A fresh tear rolled down her face, and for a brief moment, Astarion thought he had said the wrong thing before a little smile pulled at her lips. Her eyes crinkled with such genuine affection that it made his heart ache.

Astarion wiped away the tear with his thumb. Then he laid down beside her, propping his head up with his hand, and tsked. “You really are a mess tonight, aren’t you?”

“I warned you,” Orakith replied and shifted downward so she could nuzzle her face against his chest. “I would have been fine by the morning. I just needed some time to process.”

He slipped his hand behind the delicate that framed her face and she gave a little sigh of contentment. “For what it’s worth, my oh-so-brilliant plan backfired long before we first spent the night together.”

The tip of her tail draped over his calves as she slung her arms around his torso, hugging him closer. “That does make me feel a little better. So does you being here.”

“I also brought you cheese,” he recalled and trapped her tail between his legs.

She giggled. “That also helped.”

The floating lights above them dimmed as a comfortable silence fell between them. Astarion idly traced the scales on her back as a sense of calm gently washed over him. The doubt that had been lingering in his mind faded away with each passing second.

“Stay with me tonight?” she asked quietly, her voice muffled against his shirt. “We don’t have to do anything, I just like waking up next to you.”

Though it was new to him, Astarion liked waking up next to her as well. It was a pleasant surprise to go to bed with someone and have them still be there in the morning. He wasn’t sure how many more nights he would get with her like this, and he wasn’t about to waste a single one.

Even so, he sighed as if she had asked him to complete some insurmountable task. He pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead. “I can do that.”

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Author's Note: Thank you for reading! Comments are always appreciated!

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dinner at the lake house//henry winter x !fem!reader

smut, minors DNI!!!

warnings: swearing, over stimulation, unprotected sex, degradation, “rope” play, mention of safe word (it’s not used), let me know if i left anything out please

not proof read

lowercase intended

henry and i have had a secret romance for about five months now. it started when i stayed by his side for two straight nights, trying my best to nurse him out of one of his migraines. i had gone to the pharmacy for him, picked up his medication, hung blackout curtains on his windows, and brought him scotch and soup in efforts to get him to eat something. of course, we didn’t talk much those two days. however, in a strange way we became closer after. henry who had once been so stoned faced and reserved, invited me over for dinners three nights a week after those two rough days. over a course of a couple weeks i began to see a softer side of henry. a side that would remember my favorite tea, and be sure to pick it up for me when he was at the market. a side that patiently helped me with my greek assignments, occasionally even laughing with me when i would drink too much at dinner and switch between speaking french and english without noticing. he had pursued me. however, that’s not to say that we didn’t love eachother the same amount. it was a deep love. a love we had both had in our hearts from the moment we saw each other in greek class. a love that had finally been spoken of aloud after those few weeks of diners at his house. however, the past few days have been difficult due to minor agruments between henry and i. nothing big really. he tends to get snappy with me if i bother him while he works, which causes me to get snappy with him. this morning, francis had rang henry and told him we all were going down to the lake house at four pm, after our classes. when i awoke, henry told me the plan. i agreed, and went back to my dormitory so it wouldn’t seem as if we were walking to class together. i’m sure everyone has they’re suspicions about us, but neither of us really want to come right out and admit our relationship. due to the constant ridicule im sure bunny would put us under for no reason, we both have decided it’s just better to keep our private life private. after greek class i go back to henry’s apartment to pack a small bag to take with me to the lake house. most of my clothes live there now, after he insisted it would be easier to bring them over instead of running back and forth from his house to my dormitory. when i arrive i find him studying his books at the kitchen table, his trousers lose with no belt, his button up halfway undone, and the jacket of his suit draped along the back of the chair. i quietly walk to his room and pack my bag, along with a small one for him. i hear the telephone ring and quickly run to the living room to answer it before it could disturb henry. i want today to be a good day for us, a day where no one’s in a bad mood. i pick up the phone, “hello?”, i say softly into the receiver. “y/n? i thought i rang henry.”, i hear charles’ voice say confused. i quickly make something up, “no no, you did. i’m over at henry’s. he’s helping me with the greek assignment julian gave us today. he’s just in the washroom. what would you like me to tell him when he gets out?”, i ask kindly. “well actually i was going to ring you after i spoke to henry and tell you that francis, camila, and i are about to leave to go to pick up henry, then come to campus to collect you, bunny, and richard. i suppose we can just collect you at henry’s though? do you have your bag with you?”, he spoke with a soft friendly voice, i’ve aways loved that about charles. “actually, yes i do. i figured that you may come for henry while i was over here and brought it with me.”, i tell him. “perfect. we should be there in about fifteen minutes.”, he says. “alright, thank you charles. i’ll let henry know when he comes out.”, i tell him glancing over at henry, who’s still engulfed in his book.

charles and i say our goodbyes and i hang up the phone. i turn to henry and walk over behind the chair he’s sitting in, lightly placing my hands on his shoulder. “the twins and francis are coming to collect us.”, i say softly as i gently rub my hands up and down his shoulders. “hm? oh, one moment darling, i must finish this translation.”, he says back to me in a low, mumbling voice. i wonder if i should leave him be, but i know that most likely none of the words i’ve said to him have actually been heard by him. when he’s in his studying mode, he rarely hears anything anyone is saying to him. “love, they’ll be here soon.”, i say trying to get my point across to him. “i heard you the first time, i wish you wouldn’t bother my whilst i work. i’ve told you this many times.”, he says in a agitated voice. “fine. don’t be upset with me when they show up and you’re not dressed. i’m just trying to help.”, i say annoyed at his tone, releasing my hands from his shoulders. i walk over the couch, grabbing my book and begin to read. “you can be irritated with me, i’m only telling you what i’ve told you a million times.”, i hear henry get up from his chair and the slight ruffle of fabric, which i assume is him buttoning up his shirt. i don’t turn around to look at him, “i was simply trying to help.”, i say annoyed, my eyes not leaving my book. i hear him chuckle quietly, “you get incredibly frustrated over these things for no good reason dear.”, he says in a cocky tone. i decide that if i respond it will only escalate the situation. i silently continue reading my book. after about five more minutes of reading, there’s a knock on henry’s door. “coming!”, i say as i go into henry’s room to get my bag. i see henry in his room putting on a belt, and walk right past him. i pick up my bag, “give me a kiss darling. i know you’re frustrated with me, but i won’t be able to kiss you again until i come to your room late tonight.”, henry says catching my arm when i begin to walk out of the bedroom. even though i in fact am still frustrated, i look up at him and stand on the tips of my toes, placing a small kiss on his lips. he smiles as i drop down to the flats of my feet. “let’s go.”, i tell him walking out of the room. i answer the door and follow francis to his car, henry trailing behind us. we get in the car and say hello to our friends before driving to campus to retrieve edmund and richard. the drive is long and particularly difficult due to the fact that bunny is constantly talking about random subjects to which he knows nothing about. we arrive at the lake house at 7:15pm. the weekends are almost always spent at the lake house. richard on the boat with francis, the twins playing croquet with bunny, henry drinking a glass of scotch while studying on the porch, and me reading my book in the small hammock that hang between two trees in the front yard. since we arrive at dinner time i decide to go into the kitchen and make us all dinner. henry follows, sitting at the dining table, opening his book back up and reading. the twins, along with bunny and richard, go into the library. this leaves francis in the kitchen with me, helping me prepare dinner. we make a roast and vegetables from the supplies the housekeepers stocked the fridge for us with. dinner take about two hours, which is no problem since we all are accustomed to eating late. when francis and i finish making dinner, he leaves the kitchen to get the others. still slightly annoyed at our small argument from early, i look over to henry at the table. “dinner is ready…or should i not disturb you with that information.” , i say over the counter to him nonchalantly. he looks up from his book. as he opens his mouth to say something, everyone piles into the kitchen. he gives me an agitated glance and closes his book as i bring the food to the table. everyone takes their seats and begins to put food on their plates as i i sit in the seat across from henry.

“pourquoi continuez-vous à vous comporter comme un enfant.”, henry asks me, knowing no one will understand what he’s saying since we’re the only ones who speak fluent French. “je ne sais pas de quoi tu parles.”, i say back to him, not looking up from the peice of roast on my plate i’m cutting. “as-tu besoin d'être baisé ou quelque chose comme ça”, he asks me with shaking his head with a low cocky chuckle. i look up, shocked at his words, and realize everyone is looking at us confused. “henry’s helping me with my french. he says it will help to speak it randomly.”, i lie to them. “ohhh okay.”, camila says with a smile, and continues her conversation with richard, as everyone else resumes their own conversations. “je ne sais pas, est-ce que je”, i shoot back to him in a calm voice, to not draw attention from the others. “je pense que tu en as besoin”, he says raising his eyebrows at me. camila nearly chokes on her water, henry and i turn to her simultaneously. “Camila tu parles français ?”, i say to her suspiciously. she laughs softly, “je parle assez pour savoir ce que vous dites”, she says shifting her eyes between us with a grin. henry and i look at each other shocked. “ne t'inquiète pas, je ne le dirai pas aux autres”, she says in a genuine tone. bunny chimes in, “what are you three weirdos talking about?”, he asks with a mouthful of food. camila and i let out a small laugh. “we’re just talking about our days bun, i promise your not missing anything interesting.”, camila says to him with a sweet smile. i look back at henry, “nous pourrons en parler après le dîner”, i say with a cocky smile. camila giggled, “non, s'il te plaît, parle-en maintenant, je suis intrigué”, she says looking at me with big smirk. henry turns towards me, “nous pouvons en discuter dans votre chambre ce soir.”, he says before looking back down at his plate with a red face. “es-tu gêné ?”, i ask him with a laugh. “non, mais si je continue à parler, tu pourrais l'être”, he warns me looking up and lifting his eyebrows at me. “try me.”, i say in English to him, smiling and rolling my eyes. “continue d'agir de cette façon et je te baiserai si fort que toute la maison t'entendra pleurer mon nom.”, he says with a slight irritated smile while shaking his head. camila looks at me with wide eyes, “i think im going to get a bottle of scotch, you two continue the conversation without me.”, she tells us leaving the table and walking into the kitchen. i look back at henry, taunting him, “chérie, je ne crois pas que tu le feras vraiment, je pense que tu seras simplement le gentleman que tu es toujours. trop peur de me baiser comme un vrai homme.”, i say to him with a disbelieving laugh. he looked at me almost offended by my words before he leans back in his chair, “i suppose we’ll see won’t we.”, he returns with a shrug. he pulls out a cigarette from the pack he kept in his jacket pocket and sticks one in his mouth, lighting it as he did so. camila walks back to the table holding a bottle of scotch, “i suggest we all have a drink and go off to bed.”, she says to everyone, giving me a small wink. “i suppose i am quite exhausted.”, richard says as he lets camila fill up his glass. everyone fills up their glasses, drinks their scotch, and departs the table one by one. camila, henry, and i are left by ourselves at the table. camila looked around to make sure no one was lurking behind us before she spoke, “everyone assumes you two are together, but i always figured it was just gossip. how long have you two been seeing eachother?”, she asks curiously. henry speaks up before i can, “about five months.”, he says sipping his scotch. i pour another glass for myself as camila begins to speak, “you hide it quite well. i think the others are only a bit suspicious because of the looks you give to each other in julian’s class. although, francis swears up and down he came to your apartment one day to grab a book, and saw a brassiere.”, she says looking at henry.

i look up at henry and laugh, “i told you giving him a key was a mistake.”, i say shaking my head before taking a long sip of my drink. “ we’re luckily it was him and not bunny, i suppose. he would’ve told the whole school.”, henry says shaking his head. “don’t worry, francis didn’t tell anyone but me. even if he did i highly doubt they would believe him.”, camila says to me with a small giggle. she yawns and glances at her watch, “i should get to bed. i told francis i would share a room with him tonight. he gets quite frightened sleeping alone in this house. he swears that he’ll breathe in too much dust and choke while he’s sleeping. a bit ridiculous but well, you know how he is.”, she says standing up. “goodnight camila.”, henry and i tell her as she walks away up the stairs. “goodnight!”, she calls back as she continues to walk. henry looks at me, “go to your room, strip to your undergarments, and wait for me while i finish my scotch.”, he says in a quiet voice. “if you insist.”, i say downing the rest of my my drink, swallowing it with a gulp. “i do.”, he tells me tracing his finger around the edge of his glass while he stares into my eyes. i get up and walk to my room, glancing behind me to see henry watching me as he sips his scotch.

i arrive to my room, closing my door behind me and stripping to my undergarments as he told me to do. i wait for five minutes before deciding to grab my book and read while i wait for him. i’m finishing the chapter of the book i’m reading when i hear my door open with a quiet click. i look up and see henry smoking a cigarette and standing in front of my door. he takes a long drag and exhales the smoke before speaking. “did you enjoy acting like a brat today y/n?”, he asks as he slowly takes off his the jacket of his suit and putting the cigarette out on the ashtray that sits atop my dresser. “did you enjoy acting like a dick today henry?”, i ask with a small annoyed laugh. he walks over to my bed, pushing my hair behind my ears and holding my face. he brings his face close to mine, smiling, as if he’s going to kiss me, but passes my lips at the last moment to whisper in my ear. “don’t swear darling, it’s not attractive.”, he says before moving his head down to my neck, planting small kisses on it. normally i would shoot back a remark about how his arrogance isn’t attractive, but his lips on my neck melt me into a state of bliss. i hum softly as he disconnects from my neck and stands up straight, to look at me from above. “now what am i to do about that nasty attitude of yours?”, he asks smirking at me almost evilly. i open my mouth to respond but before i can he speaks again, “that was a rhetorical question dear, i know exactly how i’m going to handle it.”, he says bringing cupping my face in his hand and rubbing my check with his thumb. “take off my belt.”, henry says to me in a commanding voice. i decide to do what im told and remove his belt. as soon as its free from the last loop of his trousers he snatches it from my hands. “now place your wrists together.”, he tells me as he continues to look down on me. “why?”, i ask innocently, although i know exactly why he wants me to do this. he looks at me and chuckles to himself before grabbing both my wrists in one hand and pressing them together. he quickly loops the belt around my wrists, pulling it tight with his free hand. i look up at him half amused and half startled, “that’s awfully tight, i can’t imagine why you choose to tie my hands together.”, i say teasing him. he doesn’t respond, he simply pushes me flat against the bed, walks to the end of the mattress, and places himself on it crawling towards me slowly. once he reaches my legs he grabs them forcefully, spreading the open. i let out a soft gasp from how tight his grip on my thighs are. he trails his left hand up and down my inner thigh, keeping his right hand firmly gripping my other thigh. he stops right before reaching my underwear, trailing his fingers back down my thigh. “i’m trying to decide if i want to not let you cum at all, or make you cum multiple times.”, he says staring at my clothed pussy. “do you deserve to cum tonight?”, he says shifting his eyes to me. my core is so neglected from his teasing that i drop any ounce of brattiness left in my body, and begin to nod my head frantically as i prop myself up on my elbows to look down at him. he laughs, “you were so full of words at dinner tonight, can you not speak anymore darling?”, he says before straightening his face and using a more serious deep tone, “lay back down.”. i release myself from my elbows and fall back against the mattress. “now answer me with words, do you deserve to cum?”,. he repeats before pressing soft kisses up and down my thighs. “yes”, i say practically moaning. “are we going to continue to be bratty?”, he asks disconnecting his lips from my thighs, and stroking his index finger up and down my clothed slit. my thoughts jumble as i try to answer. henry has never acted this way before, he usually is such a gentleman when you two sleep together. “no”, i say as my breath hitches. “good answer darling, now, je veux que tu me surveilles.”, he says standing up from the bed and removing his trousers along with his button up . i do what im told and prop myself up against the head board, using my elbows to wiggle my way up.

henry laughs at my struggle as he climbs back on the the bed, reaching over and unclipping my bra, throwing it to the ground. “lift your hips.”, he says as he hovers above me, his knees on either side of mine. i lift my hips and he pulls down my underwear in one swift motion, “open.”, he says nodding to my mouth. confused, i open my mouth suspiciously. before i can even realize what’s going on, my balled up underwear are in my mouth as a gag. he smiles looking down at me, still straddling me without our body’s touching. my exposed pussy lays on the bed begging for touch. i watch him as he slowly begins to pull his hardened cock out of the slit of his boxers. i grow excited waiting for him to penetrate me, but instead he quickly swipes one hand up my slit, collecting my wetness. his hand moves so fast i wouldn’t have even known he touched me if i wasn’t looking so intensely at him. he takes the hand he used to collect my slick with, and begins rubbing himself up and down with it. i moan into my underwear at the sight of this glorious man. he looks as if he is a stone cut out of a greek god. his muscles prominent, he’s forehead glowing with sweat, and his eyes hungry with desire. i struggle trying to buck my hips up to catch friction with him. “oh no baby, not yet, your gonna have to wait like a good girl.”, he says raising himself up higher and leaving my hips only connected with the air. he laughs when he sees the pained look on my face, “are you mad your getting consequences to your actions darling? would you rather me fuck you like a gentleman?”, he asks still stroking himself as he looks down at me. i desperately reach down to my core to touch myself but he grabs my arms restraining them back against my chest, “you do that again duchess, and you’ll sleep with those fucking restraints on.”, he spits at me his teeth clenched. my face turns a bright red, i feel as if im a student being scolded at school. i think this might be the only time i’ve ever heard henry swear in English. i leave my hands against my chest as i continue to moan into my underwear while he strokes himself. the aching in my untouched core is so strong i feel as if i might cry. “if i take these out of your mouth,”, he motions to the underwear, “i don’t want to hear whining. all i want to hear are begs for me, understand?”, he says with a raised eyebrow. i nod frantically as he reaches and pulls the bundle up panties from my mouth. i look at him with awe for a moment as he parts his lips to let out a groan from the feeling of his hand rubbing his dick. “are you going to start begging or should i put these back in your mouth?”, he says holding up the underwear when he notices my silence. my mouth moves faster than my brain and my words form into one gigantic word, “please henry i’m so sorry for being bratty today, please let me feel you, please touch me, please let me touch you, please give me anything.”, i beg as his face glimmer with a cocky smile. “if you say so.”, he shrugs his shoulders and pushes his entire length into me without warning. my face contorts as i moan in all but a scream. he leaves himself buried inside of me as he pulls my legs down, making my body drop flat to the mattress, his following mine down. “fuck!”, i moan as i feel his length stretching me. he stays unmoving inside of me, “no no, i only want to hear pretty words come out of that pretty mouth, okay?”, he says looking into my eyes. “henry please move, please move.”, i beg as my body craves the motion he’s restricting me from. “i want you to say, ‘yes sir henry, only pretty words will come out of my pretty slutty mouth.’ first.”, he tells me turning his head sideways and smirking at my pain. “yes sir henry, only pretty words will come out of my pretty slutty mouth.”, i whimper before connecting my lips with his neck ,frantically trying to make him move. “ok darling, i hear you.”, he says before pounding in and out of me as fast as humanly possible.

i moan as i feel his dick hitting the sweet spot inside of me, “it’s so good henry”, i say as he groans. he brings his hand up to my clit, rubbing small circles around it.“i want you to count out loud how many times you cum.”, he says as he continues pounding into me. the looks of his beautiful face, along with his words and the pleasure he’s making me feel, bring me to the edge. he sees my face start to contort as he continues rubbing me and hitting my g-spot. “count it.”, he tells me. the bottom of my stomach releases its knot and i feel a wave of pleasure run over my body. “one”, i moan, dragging out the word as i ride out my high. henry doesn’t even slow down. he continues ramming inside of me, the slaps of our skin echoing in my room. i feel slight pain mixed with my pleasure as my pussy throbs with sensitivity. “henry i-”, he cuts me off, “no. if you really need me to stop say red. i’m not stopping until i hear that word or until i cum.”, he spits at me fiercely. through these words and the pleasure of my last high still wearing down, i feel the knot in my stomach tightening again. “your so pretty when your getting the brattiness fucked out of you y/n.”, he says as he grips my left breast, lightly pinching my nipple. the knot in my stomach releases again and my back arches as i feel the second wave of pleasure roll over my body. “two!”, i practically scream in pleasure. i feel henry’s thrusts getting sloppy and ignore the over stimulation in my pussy as i clench around him. “Putain!”, he moans in french before grabbing my face with his hand. “i want you to look at me while i cum. better yet, i want you to cum with me one last time.”, he says smirking at me as groans. i concentrate on his face and the thoughts of all the things he’s said to me tonight. and before i can even tell that i’m about to cum, he says sharply, “now.”, i feel him spill into me as my body contorts with pleasure, my legs shaking and my fists clenching. we both moan loudly as he rides out his high inside of me. after a few more seconds inside of me, he pulls out and collapses beside me. “is your attitude gone?”, he asks sitting up and grabbing my pack of cigarettes from the bedside table. i nod in a loss of words for what i just experienced. he chuckles at my response, “good darling. now come here.”, he says holding his arms open, a cigarette hanging between his teeth. i sit up and immediately collapse back down into his arms and onto his chest. “remember that next time you want to act like a brat, i’m not gonna allow you to cum at all. tonight was your one free pass”, he whispers as he lights the cigarette.

A/N: WOOO SHES DONEEE. ok so if yall fw this i will certainly do more henry winter smuts

[fixfoxnox]

Okay but think about this, the cod boys' reaction to having a Barrack's Bunny with them.

(if you don't know, a Barrack's Bunny is usually a woman, but can also be a man, that sleeps around a lot with their colleagues)

Idk if you want to like do all of the fabfavorites, but I'ld be most interested in how König, Ghost and Keegan would react!!

While we're talking about König, I had a stroke of genius a few days back and decided that König to me looks like Lee Pace, so...yeah, I'm imagining Lee Pace as this man. Lee Pace is also my fc for Johnathan Sanderson but that less important rn also I'm assuming we want romance/spice here so:

COD Boys Reaction to Finding Out Reader is a Barrack's Bunny

Characters: Price, Ghost, Gaz, Soap, Roach, König, and Keegan

Warnings: Possessiveness, NSFW Implied, Minor NSFW, choking (light), mentions of STD's, reader is a barracks bunny (sleeps around essentially)

Price

Price sees you coming out of some new recruits room, hair mussed and clothes wrinkled

He's not an idiot, Price has been around, he's had people like you on teams that he's worked with before

Still, this is the first time he's actually felt tempted

Calls you into his office a week later, after he's done more research and watched you dissappear in and out of different bunks. He had to be sure before he could act.

Sits you down and tells you that he knows what you've been doing

You're in a panic, sure you've been enjoying yourself but its not worth losing your job over

Everything is made even worse to you by the fact that its Price speaking to you about it

Captain of the illustrious Taskforce 141, everyone knows him, everyone knows his skill

You, in particular, know how fucking attractive he is

So while Price is "scolding" you (literally just telling you the dangers of what you're doing) you're trying desperately to pretend you aren't losing your shit and horny as fuck.

Then, at the end, Price is tapping your papers together and tells you he wants you to stop sleeping around with other recruits

He tells you that he wants you to get tested weekly now, to make sure you don't have anything

You ask him in a meek voice why weekly, why weekly if you're supposed to stop?

He leans back in his seat, his eyes practically devouring you as he reminds you

"I said stop sleeping around with the other recruits"

Price gives a much better offer. If you want to fuck around, why not fuck around with his team rather than the typically less than stellar recruits you'd been sleeping with

It's really not much of a question for you

When you accept, you see just a hint of a smirk tug at his lips, not much but enough to have you going warm

If you're warm then, you're sure you'll combust when Price pushes his seat back just enough to motion to the floor in front of his chair, his legs spread

"Go on then, you can start with just your hands until we get everything else sorted."

He doesn't interact much with the new recruits outside of training, but he knows you

Ghost

Ghost learns about what you've been up to from Price

He's seen the way the other recruits flock to you and hang off of you, he knows several of them have crushes

He assumed, however, that you hadn't been giving any of them the time of day, so he's a little shocked to hear what you've actually been up to.

Maybe part of him is a little jealous, but the bigger part of him is excited.

If you're willing to fuck with recruits who barely know how to use their cock, surely you'd have no issue with him.

He waits for Price to talk to you and waits patiently for everything to go through before he makes his move

It's after training and he's just watched you the whole time, anticipation for whats coming

Ghost doesn't indulge often, but when you're so open and he's feeling more than a little desperate, its easier to wait for you outside of the locker room.

As soon as you step out he has you by the arm, pulling you somewhere quiet and secluded

He has you pressed against a wall, a thigh pressed up against you as he gets close.

He makes sure you know that Price has told him what you've been up to

He enjoys the embarrassment that flushes across your face, but doesn't let it last very long as he presses closer

Asks you if you've been satisfied with the recruits you've been fucking with. Asks you if they fuck you the way that you like.

He's right against you now, his entire body pressed against yours so all you can do is shake your head no, feeling flushed from head to toe

"Bad choice going for the recruits, if you're going to sleep around you can at least get something out of it. You want something out of it?"

Let's a hand land temptingly over your crotch as he waits for your response, his intentions are perfectly clear.

He waits for your permission before jumping you, but he certainly makes his point about those recruits

Its not hard for you to say you'll be aiming higher up from that point on

Gaz

Absolutely miffed when he finds out

He probably spends the most time around the recruits, so he definitely knows you

He never would have expected it from you

Never would have known if he hadn't overheard some recruit trying to brag about it

"You're not special, they're a bunny dude. They've had like half the people on our squad."

Has a whole moment™ because he knows he has to tell someone about this, like its part of his thing as a superior to you

But also 😏

Maybe he can handle it on his own

Bides his time, watching and waiting for the perfect opportunity to approach

Ends up finding it when he sees one of the recruits yoinking you out of the cafe for a very clear purpose

Hustles through a short cut to be able to cut you guys off

Acts like he has no idea what you guys were about to do

"Oh, there you are. I've been searching up and down for you. Think I can borrow them for a sec?"

You're more than a little confused when Gaz takes you back to his room rather than any meeting room

The lock of the door clicks behind you and the two of you are left alone

Gaz starts with the professional side of things

"I know what you've been doing."

You run cold and rush to explain yourself, but Gaz stops you with a hand raised

"Listen, this can't be good for you, and its against regulation, so I really do need you to stop."

You nod your head rapidly, prepared to literally fall to your knees in thanks for him not ratting you out. That is until he steps into your space

"However, if you're careful, maybe have one person take care of you, maybe it'll be alright."

Your eyes widen and a part of you runs hot as Gaz reached forward to tuck a finger under your chin, guiding you closer with just a light touch.

You're literally helpless against him, unable to do anything but follow as he brings you closer

"I'd be willing to volunteer, if you'd like"

You do end up liking ;)

Soap

Soap barely knows the recruits, he hardly pays attention to them

However he does know you

Soap's had his fair share of flings and his fair share of run ins with Barrack Bunnies before, he knows the type.

And he sees you chatting it up with the recruits and his brain clicks into place immediately

Maybe he doesn't believe at first, but later he sees you sneaking out of someone's room and he knows his instincts were right.

A part of him is really excited

Since joining the 141 he's held out on enjoying any of the more risqué things that people get up to

And he's been a little too busy to actually seek anything out even if he'd wanted to

So to have you show up and fall right into his lap? He plans to take full advantage

Soap knows the game, he knows how this all works. You don't talk about it directly

So he starts by fully introducing himself, giving you his name with a joke and a little bit of flirtation attached to let you know he's interested.

Then comes the talking as he slowly hints at what he wants, what he knows that you do

You pick up on it all pretty quick, after all this is part of what you do

Still, to say you're surprised would be an understatement

A member of the famous taskforce 141 wanting to use you? Sign you tf up

When one of you finally cracks and invites the other back to your room/bunk, its a literal flurry of movement

You're both pretty much ready for this so it makes sense that you're both on the exact same page

Course he takes good care of you and you're more than pleased. He's easily the best you've had

Later when you're laying in bed together Soap tells you:

"As your superior, I am required to tell you that you need to stop this by the way. However as me?? Well, I'll find you again soon."

Roach

Roach is the unlucky one who doesn't realize what you get up to until he happens to walk by the wrong room at the wrong time

He's heading to a meeting with the rest of the team, completely oblivious to any of the people he passes or conversations going on

That is until he turns a corner and passes a room where he can very clearly hear moans echoing from

Stops in place, absolutely shocked because hey that's a fucking broom closet

Sticks around just long enough to hear whoever you're with moan out your name

Then he's scampering off to his meeting, his face red and his mind only focused on what he's heard

Thats when he starts paying more attention and, after walking by yet another one of your rendezvous a few days later, he realizes exactly what's going on

He's a little uncomfortable to be honest

He found you one of the more likable recruits and had been helping you with your weapons tests

He'd taught you how to line up your shots quicker with a sniper and the fastest way to reload a pistol

He'd been rooting for you and you knew it

So a part of him felt uncomfortable because, really, if you needed someone to take care of you, why would you not come to him?

What was so great about all those recruits you were fucking? What was so great about hopping between people?

He probably wouldn't have been so odd about the whole thing if he was one of the people you were seeing

He's a bit distant the next time he helps you, not talking as much and hardly meeting your eyes.

He's touchy though, constantly reaching out to correct your form and brush his fingers over your skin in a way that leaves shivers down your spine

When your session is over, he stops you

"Listen, I'm not going to make a big deal out of this because I don't see whats wrong with it, but if you're going to be with a new guy every night, you need to at least find somewhere better than a broom closet."

You go bright red, stuttering out apologies and excuses about sharing the bunks with others, all while he watches you with soft eyes

"Well, I guess you could always use my room."

You stop stuttering and for a moment you and Roach just stare at each other.

He seems a bit unsure of himself, but after you don't rebuff him, he continues

"But I'm the only person you're allowed to bring back there. How's that sound?"

That sounded just perfect to you.

König

The thing about König is that he's very possessive

Its hard to keep things and have a constant in life when you're in the military, so when König finds something constant that he enjoys, he gets attached

You become a constant in his life after joining KorTac and falling under his command

König likes the people under his command, but he really really likes you

A part of him views you as his already, even when he hasn't quite worked up the courage to tell you yet

It frustrated him more then he could explain

All that confidence on the field, but when it came to something as simple as confessing his feelings and that anxiety from when he was younger would bubble back up

But what frustrated him more was coming to the realization that you'd been bouncing around the various KorTac members practically since you'd joined

Well, the various members minus him

He'd spotted you sneaking off with Conor or Roze one too many times and he wasn't stupid, he could figure out what was going on, even if it had taken him longer than he wanted to admit

He would have to rectify this issue

He calls you to his office, declaring it a matter of utmost importance, of course you believe him

Its easier for him when he can slip into his work mask, using the title of colonel to shield him from his usual anxiety.

"I know what you've been doing."

He calls you on it. Wastes no time in telling you that he knows what you've been up to.

You panic, assuming you were on the chopping block for breaking regulation. Apologies spill from your lips.

König listens to them as he stands up and rounds the desk, getting closer and closer to you with each step.

Finally he leans over you, silencing you with his towering presence

"You should be sorry. The only person you should be pleasuring is me."

You're taken aback completely, but you can't deny the heat that comes with the possession

König makes sure that you understand who it is you'll be taking care of from then on out, all while wiping the remnants of the other members of KorTac away from your skin with his own heated touch

Keegan

It's hard for Keegan to admit that he feels jealous

Usually he's calm and cool about things, always keeping a level head even with a gun pressed to his temple

He knows it and everyone else around him knows it

So its hard to admit when he is losing his cool, especially when he's losing his cool over you enjoying yourself

There are really no regulations anymore. The military is barely a military, held together by a string in a wasteland

So there isn't even anything wrong with what you're doing.

He can't tell you to stop, he'll just look like an ass

So instead he has to sit and watch as you cycle your way through half of the fucking platoon.

It eats him up, drives him crazy

He'd had Hesh make fun of him several times, mocking him for wanting to be one of the people you brought home

Hesh didn't get it, Keegan didn't want to be one of the people, he wanted to be the person!

Since finding out what you'd been up to, it had been hell, and he finally decided that it was time to confront you.

He corners you in one of the weapons tents, has you pressed against some ammo boxes as he asks you what you were doing the night before

You stutter through your answer, a little embarassed to admit to it, even if there was nothing wrong with what you'd done.

Keegan lets you stumble over yourself, enjoying the fool that you make before he just comes out and says it

He's not kind with it, instead he offers a more vulgar explanation and you gape at him, unsure of what to say or do

"No more of that, doll. I'm tired of it."

You go to protest, prepared to point out that he couldn't really stop you

Thats when you've got a leg between your thighs and a hand pressed gently to the base of your throat

"I want you all to myself. I'll take you better than any of those fucking rookies could even dream of."

He makes good on his promise

[headlinerkwan]

paths - c.sb

pairing: soobin x gn!reader

genre: nonidol!au, exes to ???, firstlove!soobin, angst, some fluff

summary: as you prepare to move back to your hometown, you discover a stack of unsent letters, causing you to reminisce on your first love and break up.

warnings: mentions of death (reader's dad passes away before events in the fic, mentioned but no detail.), some swearing, lots of lowkey pining ._.

wc: 2.5k

a/n: this fic was kind of inspired by 'paths' by niki, and the rest of her new album 'buzz' - go check it out!! requests and my general taglist is now open ･ᴗ･ lmk if you like the fic and reblog if you want, it helps writers out a lot ૮₍´˶• . • ⑅ ₎ა♡

“Mom, I promise there’s nothing to worry about.”

“Are you sure? I can drive up and help.”

“Yes, I’m all packed up, everything’s fine Mom, this isn’t my first time moving and there’s no way I’m letting you drive seven hours across the country,” You continue as she rants on about the overwhelming piles of paperwork and mess around the house, “I’ll be there to sort everything out soon, so don’t worry about that just… try to relax.” 

“I’ll text you when I’m on the road, ok? I love you Mom!”

“I love you too, I’ll see you soon, yes?”

“Of course.”  

You throw the phone down on the bed, your childhood hits playlist muffled by the ocean of blankets that it landed amongst. Looking around your room, an exasperated ‘fuck’ escapes your lips. Despite what you had just told your mother, your room was most definitely not packed up and you were most definitely not ready to leave behind the life that you had built just to return to your hometown. 

After your Dad’s death, you had decided to move back into your childhood home, to keep your Mom company, settle down, and have a quieter life. You’ve had your fair amount of fun in the city and you were ready to return to your roots. 

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A few hours later,  there’s only one set of drawers left for you to pack up. You’re a sweaty mess as the sun beats down on you through the windows. Pulling your hair back, you position yourself in front of the drawers alongside some boxes, bubble wrap and packing tape. 

Opening the bottom drawer you are welcomed by a pile of clothes that had been messily shoved in over the years. Okay not too much work left. Picking up a purple hoodie, a pile of envelopes reveal themselves, all of them addressed to the same person. 

Choi Soobin. 

Against your better judgement, you give in to your nostalgic curiosity and begin to unseal the first envelope. As far as everyone else knows, you hadn’t thought about Soobin in a couple of years - you had curated a nonchalant persona, one that didn’t care about the past and especially not the people that you had left behind. This, of course, was nothing but a persona, a facade that you had delicately crafted over the years. If you stopped lying to yourself, you would realise that he’s always on your mind. Breadcrumbs of your love littered through every street that you walk, every corner you turn, there’s always a part of you that longs for him. He lives in a part of your brain meant only for youth, for easier times. Everytime you see something bunny themed, or hear a Day6 song on the radio, you have to fight against every nerve in your body not to text or call him. So yes, it might seem like you don’t really care but oh my god, you’re not sure you’ve ever been so hung up over the past in the same way that you are when it comes to him.  

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Letter One:

‘Soobin, 

Hi. It’s been a while. One month and 24 days, to be exact. 

I hope you’re okay. I’m sorry if this is weird. Is this weird? Oh god, this is probably weird. 

It’s just, we promised to give each other space and time but I can’t seem to let you go. Every second of every day all I want to do is pick up the phone and call you. You’re the only one I wanted to talk to after my first day at this new job, and when I moved in and I couldn’t figure out the stove, and when I found a new cafe nearby. 

Maybe I should’ve stayed. Maybe I should’ve told you to stop talking about the opportunities and convince me to stay with you instead. It’s hard to be happy without you by my side, I miss you and I feel selfish saying it.

We said it was for the best and besides, I was the one who moved away, I was the one who broke your heart. Am I allowed to miss you? 

I don’t even know why I’m writing this. I probably won't even send it.

Bye Soobin.‘

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Reading the letter, you chuckle as your eyes cloud with tears. You recall how you thought you’d never be happy again. That it was a bad idea for you to have lived outside of the bubble of your hometown. How naive you were, believing the world began and ended with him. You smile through the slow tearing tears as you put the letter down in favor of another and reminisce on the love that you feel felt for him.  

Your thumb brushes over the water marked envelope, still bearing the scars of tears cried long ago. 

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Letter Two:

‘Soobin,

How are you? 

Dad told me that he had ran into you at the grocery store last week. He said you got taller but I’m not sure that’s possible. Dad said you look well too, I’m glad, I hope it’s true. I hope you’re okay. It kills me not knowing how your day was, if you’re in a bad mood, if you’re sick, if you’re hanging out with Beomgyu or staying home to watch the new ‘Jujutsu Kaisen’. 

Not knowing is killing me. 

It’s okay here, I’ve made a few friends at work and the city is nice, it’s new and lonely but I have hope that it will get easier with time.  If it doesn’t though, and I come back home, I wonder if you’d be there with open arms and a wide grin like you always used to. Would you? 

Sometimes I catch myself hoping for failure just so that I can come back to you and I have to remind myself of all of the work that I did just to get here. I remind myself too about how you’ve put me out of your mind… even if you haven’t - can we pretend that you’ve forgotten about us? I think it’ll be easier that way. ‘ 

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Letter Three:

‘Hi, It’s me again. 

It’s been a while since I’ve written to you. It’s summer now, my first one without you. I’ve been trying my best not to think about that too much, I’m trying to enjoy the weather instead.  It’s not easy though,  the other day my friend and I got ice cream and it tasted just like the one that we had on our first date. 

I’ve been replaying that night in my head a lot recently. I think about running from building to building, seeking shelter from the rain, I think about your laugh and my hand in yours. I think about how your eyes followed the fish in the aquarium with such childlike wonder. I try to remember what we talked about but I can’t. I remember smiling until my cheeks hurt though, I remember the harmony of our laughter, I remember how every touch was electric - like lightning in rain. I remember how happy I was whenever you were with me.

I’ll try to enjoy this summer as much as that one, even without you, I’ve decided to smile again.‘

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Pulling yourself together, you decide to refocus on the task in front of you, packing up your belongings in preparation for your move across the country in… less than twelve hours - great. The first item on your to-do list is food, you need to refuel (and stock up on packing tape). You decide to pick up some takeout from the Thai restaurant a couple of streets away from your apartment. The walk will be good for you, it’ll give you some space to think and maybe even soothe your puffy face.

As you walk around the city that has come to define your early twenties, mixed emotions begin to brew within you. Of course you’re sad to leave and nervous to return to your hometown, anxious about reuniting with the ghosts of your childhood. But, at the same time, you were excited to return to the place that knew you just as much as you knew it, to be back in an environment that was filled with your most cherished moments, a place full of youth and inspiration and hope. It will be good for you, even if it means the end of your chapter in the city or facing the skeletons that you had been ignoring since you’d ran away. 

As you turn the corner, you spot a couple walking ahead of you, they’re walking in stride, hands interlocked and swinging rhythmically between them as they exchange laughter and whispers. 

Your heart hurts as you watch them, struggling not to be reminded of Soobin. Images of your love flooding your brain - all those days in the sun and nights under the stars, His hands warming yours on winter mornings, hours spent doing nothing but enjoying each other's company. Every sweet smile and gentle kiss. 

You must be sick or something, you can’t even pick up takeout without drowning in love and longing for a man you haven’t seen since you left.

Returning to your apartment, you sit on the floor of what used to be your living room, you unpack your khao pad and finally begin to eat. As you make your way through the dish, the TV fails to drown out your thoughts and you cave, deciding to read another one of your letters, curious about your own ramblings. Besides, one more couldn’t hurt… right? 

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Letter Four:

‘Soobin,

I’m sure you don’t want to hear from me, I just need to be selfish today. I need someone to talk to and it has to be you. It has to be you because you’re the only one who ever really listened when I needed it and maybe one day, when I send these letters, you’ll be able to understand why. 

The doctors say that my Dad is ill and I’m not sure what to do. I feel paralyzed. I don’t want to lose him and I feel so guilty because I can’t bring myself to see him that way. I want to keep the image of him as my Dad, not an ill and weak man, you know? I know he doesn’t want me to see him like that either but I feel so incredibly bad about it. I don’t know what to do, I feel helpless. 

I wish that you were here with me. If you were I know you’d tell me to be an adult and face it even if it’s painful but, I can’t. I can’t do it, I’m too much of a coward. I wish that you were here to hold me like you used to and wipe my tears but, you’re not and that’s okay. I have to do this alone, however hard it may be. 

I hope that on the day when our paths cross again we’ll both be okay, better than we are now. And, I hope we can laugh like we used to, like no time has passed.’

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Hours later, you find yourself still sat on the floor, surrounded by opened letters that you had penned long ago. You look down to find there is only one left - the last one. You might as well open it, you’ve come this far. 

Letter Thirteen: 

‘I dreamt about you again last night.

I wish you’d leave me alone. I can’t even escape you in my sleep. I wish I could forget you but you’re stuck in my mind like gum on a shoe and I’m not sure how much more I can take.

I hate you. I hate you for letting me leave even though neither of us wanted it to happen. I hate you for lying to me and saying it would be okay when it’s really not, not when I’m without you. I hate that even after leaving, I can’t escape you. I hate that you taught me so much, that everytime I’m reminded of you, you don’t feel so far away. I hate you for telling me that I was a bird, meant to fly, and that you were my birdcage - turns out I’m more of a parakeet than a starling. 

I hate you for being right and wrong at the same time. I hate your dumb smile and the way that you push your hair back. I hate your voice and the sparkle in your eyes. But, most of all, I hate how much I miss you, I hate that I still love you and that no one could ever compare to you.

I hate you, Choi Soobin.’

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As you shove the final letter back into its envelope through tears and stifled breaths, you find yourself left entirely drained. You check the time and realise that you only have eight hours before you begin your journey back home. You gather up the scattered envelopes and throw them messily into a box alongside the last of your clothes, sealing the box with whatever scraps of packing tape that you have left.

Flopping down onto your mattress, an exhausted sigh escapes your mouth and your eyes grow heavier as you curl up under your blanket.

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“I’ll be back later, text me if you need anything whilst I’m out. Love you!”

“Love you too! Bye!” you call out to your Mom as she shuts the front door. 

It has been a week since you have moved back into your childhood home and, to say you were still in the process of getting situated was an understatement. In reality, you were still drowning in moving boxes but, with a spontaneous burst of energy you decide to put an end to your procrastination and actually start to unpack.

An hour or so later, the summer heat has left you sticky with sweat but you are still determined to unpack at least half of the boxes in front of you by the end of the day. Moving to organise your books, you are interrupted by a knock at the front door.

You open it to find a man standing in front of you. He is tall with messy dark brown hair which glows golden in the sunlight. He wears a nervous smile and is gripping a small bouquet of flowers as if it might fly away at any second. His dark eyes move down to meet yours and a soft smile of relief appears on both of your faces. Seeing his face, it feels like after all this time - after everything - you can finally breathe again.

“Soobin.” you whisper, as if to reassure yourself that this is real, that it’s actually happening.

His grin grows wider as he extends the flowers out towards you, “It’s been a while.”

[nsharks]

My request is a bit odd, but could you do a ghost x reader where it's late at night drinking coffee/tea and there just talking about soft things, specifically the reader just saying. " I'm really glad to have met you. " And ghost scoffs " why are you saying as if your going to die?"

“soft ramblings over tea” includes: fluff, simon opening up, tw death words: 1.2k

It’s the night before Simon has to leave you, yet again.

Because that’s what your relationship with him is; a series of lows whenever he has to leave, and peaks of elation whenever he comes back to you.

He’s been trying to distract you from the reality of it all day. Doing the laundry with you (your favorite chore), ordering pizza, putting on that new film you’d wanted to see. But now the night has started to set, and he’s got to check his bag to make sure he has everything he needs.

You’ve offered to help with going over the checklist.

He shakes his head, telling you, “Make us some tea. I’ll be done soon.”

You boil the water and find two mugs. Hearing the sounds of him shuffling around as he packs invites a hot, stinging moisture to your eyes. He’s so much better at this than you are. You wonder if it will ever get easier. After two years, you decide that even with all the challenges your relationship has brought, saying goodbye like this was easily the worst one.

Soon, the house will be empty. His scent in the sheets will fade.

You pick out the tea bags: earl grey for him, chamomile for yourself.

Simon’s just finished zipping up his bag when you walk in the bedroom with the two warm mugs in tow.

“Perfect timing,” he rasps, but quickly notices the faded redness in your eyes. Instead of commenting on it, he decides to pat the bed. “Come on, sit here with me.”

Handing him his mug, you sit on the bed next to him. His body radiates almost as much heat as the tea, and it relaxes you. You sit with your legs crossed, knee touching his, and both of you are already in your pajamas for the night. You’re certain you won’t be getting good sleep, if any.

“Do you remember when we first met?” Simon asks, splaying a hand over your knee. He lifts his mask up just to take a sip from his mug.

“It’s not something I like to remember,” you utter, a flush to your cheeks. “I nearly ran you over with my bike.”

“Coordination isn’t your thing, pet,” he hums low. “Can’t complain, can we? Led to good things.”

He’s distracting you, but you welcome it. He rubs his rough thumb over your skin and tells you about little things that he’s never mentioned before. Seeing you as the sad one, stuck in your thoughts, urges Simon to do the talking for once. He tells you how he remembers what clothes you were wearing that day you’d met, and how he remembers you telling him all the names of your childhood pets one time and that he can list them all back to you.

“What?” You shake your head. “No, there is no way you were actually listening to all that.”

“You think I don’t listen?” he huffs. Eyebrow raised, Simon informs you, “I’ve got a damn good memory. That bunny of yours, the one that ran away, was named Shoeshine.”

Your tongue pokes your cheek. “And the goldfish?”

“Easy,” Simon says plainly. “Tolstoy, for some reason.”

“He just looked like a Tolstoy to me,” you whisper through a sheepish smile. Distracting you seems to be another one of Simon’s precise talents, or maybe you’re an easy target, because now your chest is fluttering and the redness in your eyes is gone.

Now that you’ve softened, you start to do the talking. You tell him about your cousin’s engagement party next weekend. How excited you are to see your family members after so long, and how you’re pretty sure your cousin is actually just pregnant (“she’s only been seeing the bloke for six months”).

Simon is listening carefully, his eyes thoughtful, before he comments, “I’ve never met your family.”

“I wasn’t sure if you felt comfortable with that,” you explain to him, finishing the last sip of your tea. “Do you want to meet them?”

“Maybe I should,” he grumbles, though he’s already thinking about how he would have to do some serious mental preparation for that. “I mean, you don’t have to meet mine since they’re dead.”

You flinch. “Simon…”

“Just a fact,” he says, shrugging, and he was always saying that when he mentioned something dark so casually. “Do you… what do you think your family would think of me?”

You set your empty mug on the bedside table. “They would think you are a good man,” is all you say, because you know he’s probably overthinking it.

Sure, you’ll have to explain some things about him and your relationship before he met them. Particularly, why you’ve kept him hidden for over two years. And maybe also the mask that he wears. But your family would accept him just as you have.

Simon is about to say something when you scoot closer to him and peak into his mug. “You’ve got a lot left there,” you hum. “Could I try some of yours?”

Eyes flashing to the cup you just set down, he groans and pinches your hip. “You always do this. Finish yours and then come for mine.”

“You drink it so slow.”

“Fuckin’ hell, take a sip.”

After he offers you his mug, you somehow end up in his lap. Legs tucked to your chest and your head resting on his, you listen to the rhythmic sound of his heart as he silently finishes his tea.

The sound of it in your ear is enough to bring the impending thoughts back to you. His heartbeat calms you as much as it terrifies you. Somehow, it has grown to have so much power over you. If it stopped, if he didn’t come back to you this time, you wouldn’t know what to do with yourself. You would become a ghost of yourself, you think. Barely there.

It’s when your eyes start to flutter that you mumble to him, “Please don’t die on me.”

It’s weird to hear you say it. Simon can’t remember anyone else being so desperate for his survival. He’s finally got a reason to care about it himself: having you to come home to was one hell of a motivator.

“Don’t plan on it,” Simon says, planting a firm kiss to your forehead.

“I’m…” you reopen your eyes so you can look up at him. Fingers twisting the fabric of his thermal, you whisper, “I’m so glad to have met you…”

“Hey now,” Simon scoffs. “Why are you talking like that? Like you’re gonna die or something.”

You let out a small laugh, pitiful and playful, as you feel him cup your cheek.

“No one’s dying, yeah? Don’t be dramatic. You’ll be here when I get home, right where I left ya.”

[willyoubemycherryy]

ღ 𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐..!!.__.𝚊_.-..𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏__𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚜._𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙼𝚛 𝙴𝚐𝚊𝚗_.._𝚟𝚜.--__.𝙼𝚛𝚜.𝙴𝚐𝚊𝚗❤︎︎

-.__𝚠𝚑𝚘. .𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕_𝚠𝚒𝚗-!-?. . .

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜❥ 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚐𝚐, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚐𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚖𝚏𝚊𝚘, 𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚢-𝚏𝚎𝚟��𝚛, 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚔, 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎, 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚢 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜, 𝚍𝚒����𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔, 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝, 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚢 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚒 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎, 𝙹𝚘𝚑𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚃𝙴𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚁𝙴𝚂𝚂 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕, ⚠︎︎MDNI⚠︎︎

“𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒊𝒕, 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒔, 𝑌𝑂𝑈’𝑅𝐸 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒑𝒊𝒄 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒚, 𝒆𝒚, 𝒆𝒚. . .”

. . . .

Breathe.

You just needed to stay hidden until you could figure something out.

It’s hot under the thick covers where you lay, flattening yourself into the bed as much as possible. Plain sight usually works best in buying time which you desperately need right now.

Holding your breath, you listen for any sound of him as your heart pounds so hard, you worry it’ll create an echo.

John ‘Bucky’ Egan.

World’s most troublesome lover.

Now, why were you hiding?

You were hiding out in fear of catching the same sickness your beloved Bucky did.

Baby fever.

He wasn’t too terrible at first. Rubbing your stomach a little more, asking more family related questions, etc….

Then came the slightly bolder suggestions.

About how you’re already his wife so; ‘don’t you wanna be my babymama too, bunny?’, and how sweet you’d look waddling with a round bump, to laying on his affections extra sweet, getting desserts and the like for you and saying it was to make sure you were “healthy” for “no reason in particular”.

Lastly, he’s decided to resort to seduction. You feel like tearing up at the unfairness of how hard it was to deny him but it was for his own good. The last time you two had sex; after dragging every kind of orgasm out of you to the point of his lower pelvis being wet from your release, he leant down to whisper sultrily against your lips,

“I want my babies to have your eyes.”

You’re ashamed to admit you came again with him after that.

You’ve been avoiding his prodding, contact, and anything else that might make you fold ever since. You even tried talking to him civilly about it before. That babies are serious, and that yes while you both are married, you just don’t think you two are ready for them yet.

Personally, you blame Rosie and his adorable newborn that his wife had brought to the base for the boys to see.

Of course, all of this is easier said than done because John Egan is nothing if not persistent.

You thought he was dangerous before? Comical.

His touches have gone from warm to scorching, all up on you for however many minutes he can get, purring out all the ways he could knock you up and see to it that you have a damn good time while he does before you’re slipping out of his arms to go do something, anything to not give in.

His mouth is worse too, as is the way he looks at you.

Heat rushing up your neck just thinking about it.

But you needed to be strong. For the both of you.

Especially since he’d been breathing down your neck since the morning….and it was wearing you down.

Starting from waking you with his hard body on yours, peppering wet kisses all over your stomach then up to your breasts, giving them a slow massage because, “let me treat you, doll. This way it’ll be better when they start making milk”, and delaying you from getting the hell out of dodge by distracting you with neck kisses. Based on wake-up call alone, you should’ve known he was going to drag you down or die trying.

The last straw was when you were in the boutique, trying on different heels and asking John which ones he liked best on you.

His answer almost made you blackout.

“They’re all pretty doll. But it’s not like you’ll need em’ with the way I’ll have you…bred and barefoot.”

After that, you decided it best to promptly take your asses home.

As soon as you close the door, John’s crowding you against it. Trailing his hands up your sides, his aftershave fills your nose making it that much harder to stay objective. But it’s for the greater good. Heart racing as your body heats up at his proximity, you brace yourself.

“Princess, please.”

Brace yourself for anything but that.

John as a man is above many things. When it comes to you though, the list of those things is significantly shorter. That is to say that when it comes to you, he is not above begging.

Leaning down to nose at your throat, he runs his hands down to grab your ass, rolling your lower body into his.

“Let’s make a baby. A baby would be good for us. You’d be such a good mama…and I’d take the best care of my girls”, kissing you slowly as you go lax in his hold.

Realizing how good he was about to get you, you drop to the floor, ducking around his legs and booking it upstairs.

“Sorrybutwearentreadyandihavethingstodothisisforyourowngoodloveyousexybyeee!”

Leading you to where you are now; waiting on the delicious inevitable.

It wasn’t that you never wanted kids, and it wasn’t because of John either. You just felt you two weren’t ready just yet.

You’re so lost in thought that by the time you register the feeling of his rough, warm fingers wrapping around your ankles, it’s already too late.

Shrieking bloody murder as John snatches you clean from under the covers and drops you right on top of the comforter, following after you.

“There she is.”

He smiles wolfishly down at you, interlocking your fingers, pinning them above your head.

The adrenaline makes you breathless, gasping when you try to move only to feel his body between your legs, keeping you there.

This might be it. You think as you feel that familiar ache creep over you after avoiding him for almost 3 weeks.

“No, you are staying right were I got you and fully intend on having you.” Gulping, you decide to go down like a man.

“And just what do you want to have me for?” John’s low chuckle sends spikes of both arousal and anticipation through your system.

“Now now, don’t be coy. But, if you want me to spell it out for you I’d be more than happy to oblige…” Christ. “John, dearest, we aren’t ready.”

“We are. Why do you keep running from me, insisting that we’re not?” The insecurity creeping into his voice makes your heart stop cold.

“It’s just…what if you can’t be here? What if something, somewhere, more important than us, needs you?” It’s not him, and no matter what may happen, you need him to know that first and foremost.

“You’d be the best daddy but it’s just the ‘what if’s’ that I don’t wanna commit to…”

John listens thoughtfully before nodding, “Nothing is more important than you. The world can wait because it wouldn’t even exist to me without you in it. So, put a little faith in me. I’ll be here…for both of you.”

He leans down to kiss you tenderly, groaning at the way you open up so eagerly for him. Kissing back just as feverishly as your hands feel all over him, wet in record time.

Switching from sucking on his tongue, to his bottom lip, you pull away to look at him.

Bucky really was beautiful. Daydreamy, dark, onyx colored hair, storm tide blue eyes, high cheekbones, strong jawline and a wonderfully devilish mouth.

“That’s a yes right, bunny? Because I’m so ready that if you kiss me, you’ll get pregnant.” You laugh incredulously but he’s not playing.

“Wow, spoken like a true poet. Yes Bucky, It’s a yes-’’, the words don’t even make it all the way out and the rest is a blur as Bucky’s clothes seem to vanish and yours are all but ripped off your body with Bucky suckling wet kisses all over any skin exposed.

He wastes no time manhandling you onto your stomach, watching your slick drip down your thigh, cursing with furrowed brows.

“Goddamn, you’re sopping mama. Waitin’ for daddy to breed you up, yeah?”, he growls out, landing a hard smack to your ass.

Holy fucking shit. Gasping sharply at the sting his heavy palm leaves behind.

Your body is so hot at this point that it makes your eyes water while you whine and moan brokenly, whimpering out a weak “yes”.

Smoothing his hands up your naked body, John presses one on your back to deepen your arch and the other hand down to play with your twitching clit.

“Yes what doll?”

“…y-yes daddy”, voice small from embarrassment but you’re too turned on to even think about smart mouthing him. Legs shaking as he stretches you out with 3 of his thick fingers, thumbing your clit, moving closer behind you.

“That’s right…and you aren’t leaving this room until I’m sure you’ve made me one.”

♡︎ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ, ᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴀ ᴅᴏʟʟᴀʀ😌

[sabbathbloodysabbeth]

Ok so like I’m exhausted- and I just really need to get this idea off my chest.

But a streamer au. Obviously modern, where Steve can’t hear anything because he accidentally dropped his hearing aids in the toilet. (Something real goofy and stupid) and he’s friends with popular streamer Dustin Henderson (who plays all sorts of games) not only is Steve friends with him but he’s friends with a few other streamers. Though they all want to include Steve in on their Minecraft server, because they know that when he has his hearing back he’ll be on there all the time talking to them. That and he also enjoys building things with Robin and just wander around the world. So they all get this server set up and start streaming. Some newer streamers join as well that Steve doesn’t know but the others know, and Steve has quickly become a fan favorite.

They are roleplaying a DnD campaign in Minecraft, when Steve’s character just pops out of no where doing the randomest things, at this point he even has lore. He’s a mute character who can only talk through messages. Everyone just loves Steve. He’s made numerous friends, and has helped build a lot of things. And no one in chat as ever seen or heard him. Though he is always in Eddie Munson’s streams constantly. Eddie is a older streamer, but wasn’t in on the fact that Steve can hear he just needs hearing aids. So when Steve explains he’s mostly deaf he just goes on about his day like normal. Though now typing book length messages to Steve. (Every streamer can see these messages, Eddie enjoys talking there so his chat can see what Steve’s saying and it’s easier to read off the same screen instead of having to constantly switch to discord) at this point Steve and Eddie are thick as thief’s.

Eddie’s the chaotic one and Steve is the tame one, and their videos together are hilarious. Though when Steve finally gets his hearing aids he’s excited to finally be able to talk to his new friend. He clicks in and joins the voice chat where you can only hear each other when you are actually close to each other in game. (Proximity) so when Eddie comes on and finds Steve he’s talking to his chat, not really caring about muting his mic because Steve can’t hear it. And he doesn’t stream.

And Steve his beaming and happy because he can finally hear Eddie’s voice. His hearing aids are a lot better then the last ones and he isn’t as muffled anymore. He stays silent, because he’s shy. And he tags along with Eddie. Who’s now changing his skin back and forth and talking to chat still. Steve hasn’t said anything. He’s waiting.

“Alright fine fine, I’ll ask Steve if he likes the maid out fit or the bunny suit.” Is heard right before aggressive typing begins.

Steve answers without thinking, and sounds really soft. “Maid Outfit.”

And his first words spoken to Eddie are maid outfit. And the timing is hilarious because he’s pretty sure Eddie has flat lined.

“Also, meant to ask why are our beds pushed together?” Steve asks.

Just I want a really cute au like this. And not weird.

Or instead of the maid outfit, chat is telling Eddie to give Steve his daily kiss. (It’s not he just moves forward and hits Steve’s Minecraft character) which has always confused steve until he hears. “Fine daily smooch for the Stevie boo” (Eddie has given him nicknames?) and just smacks Steve’s character making him loose a heart.

“Ow. That’s why you keep hitting me? For kisses? Eddie I gave you cake, we share a house together and you decided smacking my character upside the head was the equivalent to kissing? You could have just given me flowers dude!”

(Like all of the possibilities are endless)

[narrycherries]

🌼like it’s the only thing I’ll ever do🌼 part 5 (dadrry)

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word count: 3.2k

warnings/tags: harry x reader, dadrry, fluff

(a/n: you guys voted, so the baby name is revealed: Vivian/Vivy)

You happened to be waking up when you heard the noise through the baby monitor. The baby was whining and babbling to herself in her crib, waiting for someone to tend to her. You turned off the monitor so it wouldn’t wake up Harry before you left to go get her.

When you opened her door and flicked on the light, she pulled herself up and started giggling, excited to see you. She was still a bit wobbly, but she was getting better at trying to stand.

“Good morning, Vivy.” You said with a laugh as you scooped her up. “I should’ve known you weren’t gonna let me and Dada sleep in.”

“Da da!” She squealed, snapping her head around looking for him.

You tickled her side. “We’ll go see Dada in a minute.”

She continued to mumble little sounds to you as you changed her diaper and let her pick a stuffed animal to carry to the bedroom. She grabbed a small pink bunny, one of her favorite ones, and held it by the bow around its neck.

Once you were done, you made your way back to the bedroom. Harry was still asleep, his arms tucked by his sides as he laid on his stomach. He had shifted since you left, probably noticing you weren’t there anymore.

“Da da.”

“Shh, let Dada sleep a bit longer, baby.” You sat her on the bed so you could pull your shirt over your head.

It was easier to completely take it off, especially when you were comfortable and in the privacy of your bedroom. When you picked her up again, she let out a squeal and a few giggles, which made you grin at her.

“Mommy’s pretty girl, yeah? You’re such a cutie.”

She smiled back, but soon settled on your lap as she realized she was getting hungry. You let her latch on whenever she was ready. The older she got, the easier it was for her to do this more on her own, but it was also harder for you to handle the pain. She was cutting another tooth, so it hurt occasionally. She definitely got comfortable as she nursed, which made you slightly hopeful that she’d fall back to sleep.

After twenty minutes, she decided she was done. You slipped your shirt back on and sat her on the bed between you and Harry. At first, she was occupied with her bunny, not really paying him any attention. The moment he let out a grunt, her head lifted and her eyes went straight to him.

“Da da da.” She waited a moment, then whined because he didn’t answer. “Da da.”

“Give Dada some pats, like this.” You said as you reached over and pulled the blankets back, gently patting your hand against his shoulder blade.

She gave you a curious look then proceeded to copy you, but with a bit more force. The sound of her hand smacking his skin made you laugh.

“Do it soft, baby girl. Don’t hurt Dada.” You demonstrated again.

“Ma ma ma.” She softly spoke as you took your hand away and allowed her to try again. She did it only slightly softer, and this time he groaned.

“Da da da!” She squealed, quickly grabbing onto his back with both hands, and every nail digging into his skin.

You couldn’t resist laughing as she started slapping him with both hands, chanting his name over and over in between her giggles. You got a video of her doing it, just so you could show him later. It was always so adorable to watch her interact with him, and this was making your heart flutter. She squeaked as he opened his eyes and shifted his head.

“Vivy.” His voice was scratchy, but she definitely knew he was awake now.

“Da da da.”

He chuckled and brought his arm from his side to put it around her. She had been sitting on her knees, so when she fell forward onto his head you both started laughing.

“G’morning, baby. You’re a little ray of sunshine this morning, hm?” He said as she started climbing onto his back, one hand tugging his hair for support.

“She’s been happy since she woke up, Dada.”

He smiled as he finally got a chance to see you. “Vivy.. can I get up, baby?”

“Da da da da!” She started patting his back again, well her version of patting.

“That means no.” You said in a whisper, making him playfully roll his eyes.

“You girls make all the rules, yeah?”

“Someone has to keep you in line.”

“Da da!” Vivian suddenly shrieked, making Harry flinch and you laugh.

“C’mere, babe.” Harry tried to look over his shoulder at her. “I wanna give you some cuddles.”

“Ma ma!”

Harry laughed. “Telling on me, hm?”

“Ma ma ma ma.” She continued.

“Someone’s going to be in trouble.” You gave him a nudge as you laid down, leaving a space for the baby whenever she decided to get down.

“Please go easy on me, m’already getting beat up.”

“Vivy, give Dada a break.” You smiled as she looked your way.

She was grinning like crazy still, very pleased by the fact her parents were with her and paying her some attention. Harry looked back at her, calling her name to get her attention. She leaned towards him, pressing her forehead against his ear. He chuckled and tried his best to reach for her without knocking her over.

“C’mon, baby girl.” He said with a smile as she squealed straight into his ear, making it ring for a moment. “Come cuddle with Dada.”

“Da da!” She happily shrieked back.

It didn’t take any more begging. Harry rolled over the moment she climbed onto the mattress between you two and, of course, nuzzled her way into his arms, right against his chest like she liked. You were always so in awe at the way they acted together - how special he was for her and how much he adored her. You decided you’d give them some space, besides you had some alone time with her earlier anyways. It was his turn. His eyes shifted to you as you pushed yourself up on your hand, your lips finding his quickly. He grunted, furrowing his brows while you pressed a few pecks against the baby’s head.

“Where y’goin’?” His voice was still scratchy from his slumber, which made your heart flutter. The simplest things drove you insane sometimes.

“M’gonna take a bath. Wan’ you to have some baby time.”

Harry sighed, reaching for your hand. “Babe, you don’t have to go. We can love on our little bug together, y’know?”

You licked your lips and smiled, shaking your head slightly. “She’ll be perfectly happy with just getting some love from Dada.”

“Da da da.” The baby repeated his name, her face was now mushed in the crook of Harry’s neck. She wanted to be as close as possible.

“I guess you deserve a nice bath, hm?” He pursed his lips for a moment, then let a smile shape to them. “Enjoy your alone time, darling. We’ll be waiting for you.”

“I know.” You squeezed his hand while your lips met his once again, just for a few seconds. “Don’t steal all her cuddles.”

Harry pinched your wrist before letting you slip away from him. “I’ll save you some.”

To Harry’s surprise, the baby was completely fine with you leaving her alone with him. She’s slowly starting to overcome some of her anxiety. You believe that she if she feels safe and comfortable, then she won’t freak out as much or at all really. And now right, she couldn’t get more comfortable.

She was laying on Harry’s chest, her small fingers toying with the chain around his neck. He always worried the pendant would come off and she’d try to put it in her mouth, but he knew right now she was safe. She was just occupying her attention by pinching it and rubbing the chain against her skin. It was a comforting thing that she did often. He never minded. It kept her happy and that was all that mattered to him.

“Vivy.” Harry mumbled her nickname quietly as she let out a few soft whines. He was concerned because she had been so quiet for the past fifteen minutes. “Baby doll.”

She gently moved her head, which he took as a sign of having her attention. She didn’t seem very active anymore, which was bothering him. Maybe she just wanted to relax and rest. He hoped nothing was wrong, he couldn’t possibly handle that right now.

“Da da da.” She spoke back, her small hand slapping down on Harry’s chest.

He chuckled and gave her sides a tickle. She squealed, struggling to sit up on his chest. He helped her and kept a hold on her waist once she was up. She reached for the necklace again, this time pulling the chain up with her.

“Do you miss Mama?” He asked softly, not sure if you could hear him or not from the bathroom across the room. She looked up at him, eyes widening at the mention of your name. He smiled sweetly to her. “Yeah? Bet you do, hm?”

“Da da da.. Ma ma.. ba ba.” She kept on babbling, saying a few things he recognized but mostly it was just noises.

He couldn’t help but laugh at how cute and confident her words were, even if they were hardly words. She let go of his chain and slid off his chest, which made him roll back over to keep a hold of her. The last thing she needed to do was tumble off the side of the bed and hurt herself.

“Mama’s taking a bath, baby girl. She’ll be back in a bit.”

“Ba ba!” She suddenly said as she grabbed the stuffed bunny off the bed.

Harry watched in amazement as she rubbed her hand over the texture of the fur, almost as if she was petting it. The bunny was one of her favorite stuffed toys. Lately, she has been gravitating towards it more than usual. Harry figured it was because it was cute and soft.

“Mooo!” She threw her arms up, the bunny flying from her loose grip.

Harry chuckled and reached for the toy, it had went a bit far out of her reach. “Baby, m’afraid bunnies don’t say moo.”

“Moo! Moo.. moo, Da da.” She said back, very sure of her words.

“If you say so, baby cakes. Moo moo.” Harry made the bunny do a little dance, which made her giggle and reach for it. She tried copying him, which was just adorable to witness. “Speaking of cake.. my angel’s birthday is coming up, hm?”

She was now fully focused on shaking the bunny around, imitating the actions he was doing. It was cute to watch her make the toy dance and soft, quiet “moo’s” come from her mouth as she watched it move around in the air. She hit it against the bed a few times, giggling as she babbled nonsense sounds.

“You’re going to be the cutest one year old in the world. We’re getting you the prettiest cake, baby girl. All pink and sparkly for Dada’s princess.”

Vivian’s eyes lifted and she grinned, letting out a shriek that made her shoulders lift and her nose scrunch. Harry pressed his hand against her back as she began rocking from excitement. He wasn’t sure what specific word made her so happy, but he figured it was princess. Even though he knew she probably didn’t care what the word actually meant, she knew that her daddy called her that a lot. He figured it was one of her favorites.

“Yeah?” He nodded. “So excited for your party? I bet you’re gonna get all the presents in the world.”

“Da da.” She said as if she was trying to get his attention - little did she know, she already had that. “Da da da.”

He lifted his brows and smiled as she extended her arm, the bunny in her hand. He wasn’t sure if he needed to take it, but when she dropped it in front of him, he figured that’s what she wanted. He picked it up and sat it against his chest, making her giggle and fall forward on her arms.

“Da da!”

“Is this my bunny now?” He asked with a tone of shock in his voice. “Can’t believe you gave me your favorite bunny!”

“Da da!” She replied just as excitedly as before.

“Aw, my sweet baby.” He cooed as she crawled the very short distance to him and put her arm around his neck. Her face smushed against his, making him chuckle and put a tighter grip on her. “Dada’s got the cutest little bug, doesn’t he? My pretty girl. Love you so much, princess.”

“Da da da.” She pressed her open mouth to his cheek, slobber covering his skin instantly. Her version of a kiss was always so cute, even though it was messy.

“Thank you for the kissy, baby girl. Dada loves you the mostest.” He rubbed his nose against her cheek, making her squeal from the ticklish feeling.

Once she calmed down, he noticed that she was acting tired again. He lifted her above his head, making her grin and stick her tongue out. A bit of drool was pooling in the corner of her mouth, and he quickly put her down before it dripped onto him. She let out a little whine, but he could tell it wasn’t because of any distress. She was comfortable back on his chest, his arms holding her tight.

“Go back to sleep, angel baby. Dada won’t let you go.”

You took a very long bath, mostly because you wanted Harry to have time with the baby - but also because your bones were aching and you wanted to relax in the burning hot water. You dried off and wrapped the towel around your body before leaving the bathroom. You were greeted by a sleepy smile from Harry and a quiet mutter of your name from the baby, who was still laid on Harry’s chest.

“Going back to bed?” You asked while walking over to them.

Harry sighed. “Thought she would.. but she kept whispering for her Mama.”

“Whispering?” You lifted a brow, somewhat smiling back at him.

He patted her back gently. “Mhm. She was quiet for a bit, but once she started she didn’t really stop.”

“My poor baby.” You pouted to her, but she didn’t try to sit up. She seemed tired still, which was worrying you slightly because you thought she had slept good.

“She may be hungry. I asked if she wanted a ba-ba but she just said Mama back.”

Harry sat up with a groan, placing the baby on his lap. Her head fell against him, her hand gripping the skin over his stomach. It hurt a little, but he wouldn’t’ dare make her stop.

“I’ll nurse her in just a second.”

You walked over to the closet to grab something to put on, but as soon as you disappeared beyond the door, the baby started whining.

“Baby, hold on. Mama’s coming back.” Harry told her with a gentle sigh. “She’s gonna give you somethin’ to eat, promise.”

You could hear them both from the closet, but you didn’t try to rush back in there. You knew that the baby needed to learn how to cope with you not always being around her, and same with Harry not being there. She’s gotten a bit better, but she’s still learning. Harry kept a hand on her back, slowly rubbing in circles to soothe her, as he waited for you to return.

“See, there Mama is. Told you she was coming.” Harry said with a smile as you walked back into the room, now wearing a pair of cotton shorts. The t-shirt you planned to put on was hanging from your fingertips.

“Was she a good baby while I was gone, Dada?” You asked as you joined them on the bed, laying the shirt beside you to put on once you were done.

He chuckled while you scooped her from his lap. “She was a bit playful with me, yeah. Got sleepy though.”

“Sleepy? Hm, you don’t need to sleep til your nap later on, baby love.” You told her as you adjusted her in your arm and leaned against the headboard to relax your spine.

Harry watched as she latched onto your breast and curled her arm against her own chest. He wondered if she wanted to hold onto something, so he quickly grabbed the bunny she had given him earlier. You were about to question what he was doing, but he lifted her arm and laid the bunny down before you could get the words out.

“The world’s best Dada.” You whispered as his eyes caught yours.

He shook his head, grinning back. “She’s got the world’s best Mama, too.”

You hummed as he joined you against the headboard, his arm sliding around your back. His fingertips gently rubbed against your hip, which made your heart skip a beat. You missed him a lot in that way, missed the intimacy. It hadn’t been forever, just a few long days, since you last got to spend time with him alone. You thought maybe you could mention it today and he would do his best to make it happen. With the baby becoming very needy and his work on new music piling up, it was hard to find the time. You held out hope, he always came through for you.

A few minutes ticked by, and the thought was bugging you now. You swallowed gently and looked over at him. He had his phone in his hand, mindlessly scrolling on it as he waited for the baby to be done so you could officially start the day together. You licked your lips and glanced down at his legs. You missed the way it felt to have him resting his body on top of yours.

“Harry.” You mumbled, much quieter than you wanted to.

He hummed back, his eyes still on the screen. You looked back at the side of his face, admiring how handsome he was, even his profile. You felt a tug in your stomach, but you tried to ignore it. You were nervous, even though there was no reason to be.

“I think.. we should have some.. Mommy-Daddy time later.”

He clicked the button on the phone to lock it and dropped it on the bed. His head turned and his eyes met yours immediately. It happened so fast that you didn’t have time to look away. A thick layer of blush rose to your cheeks. You watched him lick his lips and gently bite on his cheek as he stared at you.

“Yeah?” He smirked softly. “I do miss you a lot.. been a few days.”

“Do you want to?”

He smacked his lips. “Of course!”

His eagerness made you laugh. You looked away from him and down to the baby, who was satisfied with her current arrangement. Harry gripped your waist, leaning into you so his lips could press against your jaw.

“Gonna love you on so good, babe.”

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(a/n: someone requested some morning time dadrry content, so hope u enjoy! It’s a bit short, but I love this pairing + baby so don’t worry! More to come x)

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[cocoatonedcurls]

become an academic weapon 📚🔫✨

hi all !!

with my GCSEs this year, and only a few weeks before back to school, I decided to really lock in yesterday 🫣

so I thought I'd take all the info I've come across while scrolling through studytok and put it into a little post for everyone looking to improve in their studies (& for my benefit as well 🙈)

motivation

this is probably the biggest factor when it comes to locking into your studies, motivation can quite literally make or break your academic achievements (😦)

so, its very important you motivate yourself, and moreover, stay motivated 😭

i've made it sound daunting but motivating yourself is lowkey easier than you think, here's a few ways to do it:

picturing yourself in 10 years, where all your studying and hard work has paid off - you can't be that person without doing the work that they did 😬

you can also do the opposite of the above - imagine how disappointed you'll be if you didn't work as hard as you could have and failed

"revenge studying" - the most toxic yet probably the most widely effective technique - working hard so you can beat than the people who are better than you

make studying aesthetic - create pinterest boards, look at quotes and tiktoks, make success your greatest desire

make it an addiction - if you're bored? study. had a bad day? nothing like setting yourself up for the best future. having a great day? go make it better by making yourself smarter.

get a motivational study app - i LOVE 'Study Bunny' I've been using it for two days now and it genuinely motivates me to be more productive to keep my bunny happy 🙃

resources

obviously, you need some help where you can get it despite all the controversies surrounding studying and the use of the internet, there are some amazing online resources you can use that will actively help you 📚

Quizlet/Anki - both of these flashcard platforms are incredibly useful - Quizlet is a fun platform and you can search for flashcards made by other people - Anki, in my opinion, is better than Quizlet for memorising, and you can import flashcards from Quizlet.

Mindnote - A mindmap making software online, a user-friendly interface + is quick and easy to make them - Great for visual learners

YouTube - the teachers on YouTube are incredibly helpful and can explain any topics you're confused about very quickly and very thoroughly

Spark Notes - great for English literature, with in-depth analysis of your texts and modern translations

Physics & Maths Tutor - free past papers and topic questions for core subjects and a few others, great for active recall

Study Bunny/Flora - helps keep track of your progress and keeps you motivated, I recommend Study Bunny because I can see how much work I've done of each subject and tick off things on my checklist

these are just a few out of many other resources so go do some of your own research, especially if there are websites that help with a specific subject

techniques

different study techniques work best for different people, no technique is a one-size-fits-all, some people are visual learners, others perform best by memorising & etc.

active recall - the only one-size-fits-all method - is a cognitive function that you carry out to remember things in tests, so practising this is a must -> the best way to do this is by completing topic questions and past papers using minimal amounts of notes. basically just testing yourself before the actual test

Spaced-out revision - one of the best ways to make sure things stick in your mind, revise a topic/subject and revisit it every few days, eg. 1, 3, 5, 9, 15, 30; and by the 30-day mark it should be stuck in your mind because your brain believes its something that you need to know in the long run and stores it in your long term memory

Flashcards - great to memorise content for the test, especially subjects that are tested with orals

Scribble method - scribbling on a piece of paper while revising the content in any form, reading, listening, etc. helps your brain store the information you're consuming more effectively

Feynman method - basically just explaining the topic you're revising to someone, this helps you develop your understanding and catches out any areas you're unsure about to revise later

making mindmaps - this is great for visual learners, especially if you use different colours for each section of the map so that you can associate each concept with each colour and recall them easily

again, those are just a few that come to mind. do your own research and find out what works best for you 😇

while studying

knowing how to study effectively is also a crucial aspect of success (obviously) 🤭

here are a few tips:

don't listen to music with lyrics, instead you can listen to lofi tracks, cafe/library asmr, brown noise, jazz music (my favourite)

set yourself a study slot, like 2 hours every day at a specific time & set a focus filter on your phone for the duration of your study time

make an aesthetic/cute study space so you can enjoy your time in that space and it doesn't feel like a chore

get a whiteboard to make learning more interactive & fun

light a specific candle whenever you're studying so your brain knows to associate the scent with working

have regular breaks eg. every half hour for 5-10 mins

reward yourself afterwards, so you associate studying with a good experience

consistency is key, the more you study the easier & more fun it becomes 🙃 the more you study the more you are likely to succeed and fulfil your dreams ✨

remember though, academics is not everyone's thing:

"you cannot judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree"

everyone is good at something, and it doesn't make anyone lesser or greater 🫶

if you try your best, that is all that matters 🫠

- li 🌘

[jarofstyles]

Reaper 9

Reaper is a dark story with dark and mature subject matter. 18+ NSFW

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warnings: fluffy chapter <3, alluding to smuty things, intimate conversations

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Harry was in a mood.

Y/N could tell from his one word responses over text and his grumpy voice over the phone.

He was not happy to have Bunny back at culinary school. It would have been so much easier if she was in his sight, but he got a call in today from the shop that required his attention.

He had been putting off wrapping this woman’s car for too long, he hated himself for being a man of his word sometimes. But duty calls. The admin work had been piling up and as much as he wanted to stay tucked away in this happy space he needed to visit the shop.

“Come on, we can’t let him think he got to us. It’s class, he won’t pull anything in public. Plus, I really don’t want to miss the cream puffs lesson.” He remembered her pout. The way she blinked before telling him he needed to trust his own brothers.

She was right. If he expected her to trust them he should trust them as well. It was just different with her. Reluctantly he sent Bunny off to classes with Viper on watch and Kid playing pretend student outside the door of the classroom.

It still didn’t make him feel much better, leaving her in the hands of others while he drove to the shop.

Harry didn’t like that it had happened this way. Of course, he knew that things always had the potential to backfire- but he had hoped that this guy would see that Y/N was with him and perhaps fuck off. It was to coax him out, yeah, but they’d never anticipated that he would have the smarts to gain access to Harry’s building. Nor the audacity.

Apparently, the true psycho had a lot of it.

He had been watching the clock carefully as he waited for the time to get closer to their check in. He waited every hour on the hour for her little emoji to be texted to him, his nerves getting to him all day.

Truthfully, Harry had been thinking a lot about the note. He didn’t give a fuck if the guy was after him. That was something that he didn’t mind. He’s had people come after him more than once and they’d probably do it again. He cared about Bunny and her safety. He could protect himself. She couldn’t. Not fully.

H: you good?

H: ???

Harry sent the question mark after, a spark of nerves in his belly plugging up when he knew she was supposed to be out of class now and still hadn’t answered him. Paranoia didn’t suit him well and yet, here he was.

“Okay little rabbit, you go in there first. He’s probably sweating bullets.” Viper chuckled as he helped Bunny off his bike. Kid was scoping the area already, but these ends of the city were safe. Most people would never think to come out here, it’s why Harry set up shop. It was quiet and hidden. No one would think twice about a mechanic shop in a more residential part of the city.

Y/N was excited to see him after a long day, especially at his shop. It had been years since she had been able to watch him work, it used to be one of her favorite activities. Granted, it was usually in a hot sweaty garage and her brother was there, but this? This was a new sight.

He was so focused, working out the air pockets in the wrap to the sounds of Ozzy Osborne. He hummed along to the tune, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of his wrist before going to check his phone again.

Where could she be?

“Looking for me?” Bunny decided to end his misery, wrapping her arms around him from behind and shoving her face into his sweaty back. She loved his smell, completely disregarding his protests about wanting to feel fresh for her.

Harry stiffened for a moment, but his body lit up in tiny sparks as he saw familiar rings on the hands wrapped around him. Her face rubbed against his shirt, making him wince. He knew he was sweaty, the towel on the side proving that, but she didn’t seem to mind.

“Took too long t’answer me.” He grumbled, turning himself around and feeling her chin test on his chest as she looked at him. Her pretty, long eyelashes and the sparkle from the shimmery makeup she always put on the end of her nose, soft lips looking like the most inviting little berries. He couldn’t stay too angry with her when she looked up at him like she was over the moon just to see him.

“I’m sorry, sir. It won’t happen again. Promise.” She purred, stretching up to lock their lips together, her hand curling over the nape of his neck. He was shocked by her audacity but melted into it, quickly taking control of the kiss as he reached to hold her chin, tugging it slightly down so he could taste inside of her mouth. He was both oblivious and uncaring of the other men in the garage, lifting his free hand to give them the middle finger as he heard hoots and whistles.

“Can’t fix everything with those bunny eyes and hot little kisses.” He turned them from view, hand coming down for a little swat against her ass. She jumped with a squeak, the little burn making her smile. He handled her rough, sure, but with care. He’d never hurt her.

“I can try.”

Y/N felt relieved to be in his presence again, she didn’t even care about the hoots and whistles. If anything she felt proud to be the girl Reaper had on his arm.

“Okay love birds,” Viper called from behind them. “I’m going to head back, got a couple of things I need to do. If you need Kid to stick around and watch the outside, he can. He’s really been on this case so use him for anything you need.” The man had always been proud of his son, he had good morals despite the evils he witnessed as a kid. He was incredibly smart, picked up on everything. There was no one Viper trusted more than his own flesh and blood.

Bunny wiped her bottom lip off with her thumb, looking up between Harry and Viper as the two decided on the plans. She had fully zoned out, taking the time to admire the shop. It seemed exactly like something Harry would own. Simple, but full of necessary tools. Black on black, hints of red and white. It wasn’t all about aesthetics for him, but she could tell he liked the way the place was decorated. He seemed at home here.

“See you later, little rabbit. Behave!” Viper’s goodbye pulled her from her thoughts, looking back up at her… well. She wasn’t sure what to call him.

“How was your class?”

She had made it back to him in one piece. That itself was a relief, seeing her secure and happy. He’d never really brought her inside the garage before. She’s come before with Sterling and was outside, she’d gone in the lobby to use the bathroom, but she hadn’t been around in quite a while.

“Good. Easy. I’ve got cream puffs in a cooler in the truck.” She chirped, swiveling her head around to the car he was working on. It was half wrapped in a hot neon pink and while Y/N was 100% a pink girl… this shade was highlighter quality.

“Is this the big deal car?” She asked, raising a brow as she walked closer to it. A sports car, not something Harry cared too much about. His legs were too long for this model as it was.

“Yep. She’s paying double to have it done today. I’m halfway through.” He patted the top. It was probably good that Bunny was here, Kid outside. Otherwise, he was pretty convinced the woman would try and jump his bones. “The woman was real insistent I was the only one who worked on the car.” The panties left in the backseat looked to be for him but he had used a wrench to shove them under the seat. Not his problem.

Bunny raised her brows and nodded slowly, fully understanding the game of this woman. She had money and presumably thought Harry was in need of it, but also thought he was in need of her pussy. Frankly, Y/N wasn’t impressed, but she trusted Harry and knew that there was nothing this woman could really do to him.

Y/N never thought of herself as the jealous type, but the thought of this woman trying to hit on Harry enraged her. She knew the way these types of women were and while she was a girls girl, in this case? That was null and void.

“How long do you think it will take? I don’t want to be a distraction.” She knew the quicker he got it done the quicker they could be snuggled up comfortably in their new bedroom. “Is it okay if I look around? I’ll come back when I get bored.” Bunny knew she’d just sit there drooling over him if she stayed in the shop. She wasn’t sure she’d be able to control herself, she could barely keep her hands off him as is.

“Mmm,” Harry gave her a questioning look before deciding it was safe. He wanted to give her freedom where he could. Besides, the shop was probably the safest place for her to be. No one had been here before. “Go ahead, baby, just shout if you need me.” He knew he would hear her even over the music.

Y/N was snooping around. She was nosy, but she came by it honestly. She could see awards they’d won for their garage, photos of a stoic Harry and Sterling accepting them- and some of them smiling with their bikes a few years ago.

Her heart hurt seeing her brother smiling. Since their dad passed away, he hadn’t been the same. His long time girlfriend left him and his father was dead, he felt so much and expressed so little. It was partially why she had transferred back. She was homesick and she hadn’t wanted to leave her mother alone. Their mother and father had a very odd relationship, but she had been devastated. Bunny didn’t want to leave her all by herself when she was already missing home at the school a few hours north, so she made the decision to come back and finish her degree at the community college.

Sterling had been very happy to have her back but he didn’t stick around too long. Harry had been keeping watch for a long time since then but she knew that her brother cared. It did feel a little like abandonment but she also cursed her empathetic heart, knowing he must have felt like he failed now that she knew the true reason her father passed away.

Sterling was a great big brother. And whenever he came back- he was going to be pissed as shit that she was with Harry. It wasn’t fake anymore- at least not on her end. Bunny was pretty confident Harry couldn’t fake the level of intimacy and chemistry they had, but they’d figure that out later. She was just happy to have him now.

She left the office and grabbed a water bottle for him from the fridge in the break room, walking back out to see him working under a car. His hair was tied up and he had some grease near his eyebrow, his shirt wet with sweat… and god, she felt it straight between her thighs.

Y/N was an appreciator of a lot of different types of people, but the pure sex that oozed off of him right now was making her want to drool.

She walked closer to the car, hoping the sound of her shoes against the concrete floors would get his attention. The last thing she wanted was to spook him while he was under a car, no matter how securely it was raised off the ground.

“I brought you water,” Y/N cooed, taking a look at the car that was seemingly flawless. “The wrap looks great, what are you doing under there?” Bunny was curious. She knew enough things about cars to help her if she ever got stranded out on the highway but never did she need to use those skills. Harry or Sterling were always a call away.

Harry could tell by the look on her face she was starting to get impatient but he wanted to make sure he got all of this out of the way.

“Nearly done, pretty girl.” Harry reached for the cold water bottle. “Know you wanna get going, but she’s going to be here to pick up this car any minute and I want to make sure she doesn’t call me up again this week asking to fix something else…. These cars aren’t practical at all, don’t know why people buy them.” Harry certainly didn’t have the time or patients for a car like this. It was one very expensive hobby.

“Why aren’t they practical? Aren’t they just meant to be sports cars?” Bunny leaned against the standing toolbox as Harry sat up, the sliding board coming with him as he wiped away some of the sweat.

Yummy.

“Yeah, they’re supposed t’be cars you take out for an occasion. At least when they’re built like this. She uses it as a daily car and they’re not built for that. Some sports cars can deal with it but not this one.” It was one of his least favorite models as it was, and the woman was on his ass trying to get with him.

“Oh.” Bunny scrunched her nose. “I’m no expert in cars, but you’ve told her that I’m assuming?” She took a drink of her own water bottle trying to quench the thirst she felt for Harry in this moment. She suddenly got the thing that girls said, seeing a man doing his job… a manly job, it did things to her. Down and dirty, messy hands and shirt. Damn.

She couldn’t blame women for drooling after him if they saw him here. All inked and toned and his hair long and pretty. That didn’t mean she liked it. “I think she’s gonna be here in a minute. Can y’go to my desk and grab her invoice for me?” He was enjoying her staring at him quite a bit, but he knew if she didn’t walk away for a bit he would be doing some not so appropriate things.

“Yeah, sure.” Y/N nodded and cleared her throat a bit before making her way back to the office she had just come from. She tried to fix it up for him a bit, organize some things so he wouldn’t feel overwhelmed walking in there. She knew she would have.

Having put the invoice at the top of the pile, she made her way back to the garage as she read over the name.

“Regina Devington?” She read out loud, ready to laugh at the ridiculousness of the name until a high pitched voice interrupted her thoughts.

“Yes?” The woman turned to face her, already standing too close to Harry for Bunny’s liking. Clad in a fur coat, Y/N wondered if she realized she was in Vegas. Surely the heat outside would suggest it wasn’t fur coat weather, but it seemed she loved attention of any kind. Hence the bright pink sports car.

Bunny didn’t feel so bad about hating on her now, everything she had learned about her in the past hour had been more than enough justification.

“I’ve got your invoice.” She was quick on her feet, handing it over to her and gently nudging Harry’s arm to slide herself underneath it. Her body leaned against his, not minding the sweat in the slightest as she wrapped her arm around his back.

It was obvious it spooked the woman, a bit of a displeased tinge coming to her face as she watched Harry relax with Bunny looking up at him. It made her arch a brow, looking between them and then back up at the man’s face.

“Who is this? I’ve never seen this employee around.” A false smile covered her lips as she had a hard time hiding her distaste. She had been after Harry for a while, so seeing a girl snuggled up to him wasn’t ideal.

“S’my girlfriend, Bunny.” He said easily, running his hand over her side with his face softening just a bit at the mention of his girl.

“Girlfriend?” Regina was surprised. Last time she’d visited Harry he didn’t mention anything about seeing someone.

“It’s nice to meet you! I don’t come around the shop often, but I love the new wrap on your car— pink’s my favorite color too.” Bunny smiled at her, figuring the best way to crush her spirit was with kindness. She wasn’t lying, she did think pink was cool. She would personally never do that shade, but it was still cool.

Regina’s fake smile curdled, giving her a curt smile in response to the compliment. The idea of the two of them getting together since she last saw him made her blood boil.

“Thought Reaper didn’t do relationships?” Regina repeated his words back to him, tilting her head a bit at him.

“I didn’t. Not until her.” He pressed a kiss to her temple, not minding staking a claim in front of her. He would do it in front of anyone. Bunny didn’t seem to mind, shooting one of her smiles at the woman that was almost a bit smug. “The right woman can tame any man.”

His words were fond, not at all hiding the fact he was fond of her. Anyone else may think he was laying it on thick but it was a moment he allowed the veil of indifference to lift. Maybe it would get her to fuck off- but it did feel nice to have someone see Bunny outside of the MC life.

“Well… I wouldn’t call you tame.” Bunny giggled, knowing damn well what she was doing. She wasn’t afraid to flaunt a bit in front of the woman, knowing that she had been gagging for Harry. He was hers. The jealousy in her stomach was quelled with his squeeze to her hip, a little laugh escaping him.

He quite liked Bunny’s subtle jealousy. It was hot.

Regina’s mouth dropped open slightly, surprisingly keeping in the scoff that threatened to creep out. She couldn’t imagine how that worked, the girl wasn’t at all how she imagined his type to be.

“Is it ready though?” She interrupted their cutesy moment, wanting to get out of there as soon as possible. Regina hadn’t felt rejection like this in a very long time, it would take a while for her ego to recover. “Here’s the cash.”

Y/N hadn’t seen that much cash before. The wad of bills in Harry’s palm made her eyes widen. Who carried that much on them? There were too many questions running through her head while Harry handed Regina the keys.

Bunny stood there watching Harry lower the car down from the lift, glancing over at Regina to see she was tapping her foot on the floor. Anxious? Angry? How interesting.

Harry could feel the tension bubbling between the woman who thought she had a chance and the only woman who ever did.

It was comical in a way, but he felt a tad bit guilty for enjoying Bunny stake a claim the way she did. In a sense, he felt like her jealousy and her need to prove Harry was hers was more hope towards this being a long term thing. He wasn’t necessarily a catch, in his eyes. He had been prepared to be alone the rest of his life because the shit he was wrapped up in was dangerous, he had anger issues and what he thought was an allergy to commitment besides to the club.

Seeing her be a bit catty, even if her version of it was just being a bit smug? It made him feel… desired. A warm flush under his skin made him giddy, lowering the car completely and letting the woman take a look.

He had to fight back a smile when Bunny returned to his side, pressing a kiss to his lips before he handed her the cash. “Can y’put this in the office while I give her a rundown on what I did? Just get the right change, don’t worry about the coins. Round up.”

Regina waited until Bunny was past the doors into the hallway before approaching Harry again.

“Never thought that was your type, wouldn’t you prefer someone who is more your speed?”

Harry couldn’t believe this woman was still on it, his brows lifting at the nerve. He would never hit a woman, never, but he could still use his words. He didn’t mind losing a customer who was going to belittle his Bunny.

“Listen, Regina. I’m not interested.” Harry’s tone was pointed. “While I appreciate you comin’ here to get your car fixed, coming in here every week isn’t going to get you laid.” Harry kept his eyes on hers so she got the point. “Now, if you’d like to hear what I’ve done on it…” He trailed off, watching the rage fill the woman’s eyes.

“I’ve got your change!” Bunny called as she pushed through the doors, not liking the distance between them.

Her brows raised before she all but shoved the envelope with her receipt and her change into her hands, placing herself as a barrier in between Harry and the woman. Harry had looked a bit pissed off and the woman too, but more so hurt. She didn’t know why but she knew his jaw was clenched.

“Have a nice night.” She said, tilting her head to the side as she turned around and effectively dismissed her. “Now… what are we doing for dinner?” Her hand reached up to his face, thumb rubbing some of the grease from the brow.

Harry couldn’t help but chuckle, ignoring the slam of the car door and the shitty little sports car peeling back out of the garage. Y/N was possessive and it felt nice to not be the only one who felt a bit aggressive when other people looked at her. “You’re cute.” He murmured, placing a hand on her waist to squeeze it. “Adorable, really. You’re the chef. Y’can let me know what we’re eating.”

“Well I wanted to suggest we get some take out or go somewhere if you wanna… for a change.” She felt a bit shy asking him, but she wanted to do something for him. Take him to a place in town that she loved, a place he probably wouldn’t go without invitation.

Bunny’s hands rested flat against his chest, gently toying with the distressed fabric of the top. It was one he wore often, his favorite shirt to work in. Something about the way the fabric let him breathe, the way it sat on his shoulders perfectly worn in. It had a few holes and was covered in grease and oil stains but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Besides, I know you’d rather be at your place rather than the clubhouse…” She knew he felt on edge there, even though he knew it was the safest place. The memories there haunted him, she could tell he wasn’t fully relaxed. “So maybe going out would be fun.”

His chest buzzed under the fabric, her heated hands soothing a bit of the ache he had felt being away from her today. He had been turning into a goddamn sap, a paranoid freak constantly checking his phone and not letting them crank the music in the garage until it was confirmed by Kid that they’d left the school. He wasn’t weak for many things at all, but Bunny seemed to hold more power in her small fingers than he did in his body when it came to his self control.

“Hm… that is true.” He also didn’t want the rest of them sniffing around the food. Usually, he wouldn’t have assumed but Bunny had been so excited about cooking for him before, adamant it wasn’t a problem so he had fallen into that routine the last few weeks.

A break for her? He was all for it. Though he doubted anything they could get was anything close to her caliber of food.

“Why don’t we take a bit of a drive out… go into Vegas and grab something overpriced.” He suggested. “A buffet or… a nice place.” It would still be too much money but he got flutters in his stomach at the idea of taking her on what could be considered a date.

He felt guilty that he hadn’t been able to take her on a proper one thus far but with the prevailing conditions, he knew it would be hard. If they had someone tail them into Vegas, though, they should be fine. It wasn’t more than 40 minutes out.

Bunny’s eyes lit up at the idea. It was even better than what she had originally planned. An evening out on the strip with her lover? What more could she ask for?

“Yeah? You want to?” She almost couldn’t believe it, an actual date. Not that she didn’t love their nights in, but being out and about with him was a feeling she couldn’t quite describe. It first showed it’s head when they’d gone to the Silver Spoon for breakfast, again when he kissed her in the parking lot, and again at the mall. It was special.

“Of course I want to.” Harry’s voice was quiet, a gentle smile appearing on his face as he tucked a few pieces of hair behind her ears. “Let me clean up here a little bit and we’ll go back and get ready yeah? You can pick the place. Anywhere you want.”

There had been so many places Bunny had wanted to go, she wasn’t sure how she would narrow it down. Of course, Vic & Anthony’s steakhouse was the first to come to mind. Harry did love a good steak.

—

The wind felt so good on her face. Driving down the freeway, she clung to Harry’s back. His bike weaves through traffic, aware of the fact that they’d definitely lost their tail but they’d meet up again in the city. He wanted to treat her to the real experience and perks of taking a bike. Being able to move through traffic and the wind cooling her from the setting desert sun.

Harry was effortless in the way he drove. It was something else she found attractive about him. His hand signals as he turned and the thrum of the bike under her thighs, she pressed a kiss to the back of his cut. He wouldn’t feel it, but she felt good doing it. The worn leather was cool under her lips, but she felt grounded even with them flying through, Harry’s radio blasting while they made their moves.

Her helmet wasn’t one of the full coverage ones like Harry’s that helped dust stay from his eyes, her helmet opting to let wind blow over her face and sunglasses hiding her eyes.

His gloved hand rested over her smaller one that held herself to him and squeezed twice- his way of asking if she was good. Y/N felt the warm and fuzzies at the wordless communication, squeezing herself back against him to confirm she was okay. They were almost into the city and he was feeling nerves rising in his stomach as he realized they were most definitely on a date, but neither of them said the actual word.

The bright lights intensified as they approached the strip, the razzle dazzle of Vegas never failed to disappoint Bunny. She had good memories in the city, despite how touristy it was, there were places that even she as a local could feel like a tourist in her own town.

She’d never been here with Harry. There was something so intimate about being with him here. It’s like the two of them weren’t meant to be there at the same time, but yet here they were. No one was staring at them while they walked down the street holding hands, in fact, they only looked surprised to see a man with a cut in such a fancy establishment.

Harry could tell Bunny was excited to be out. She had a little wiggle in her step almost as if she was ready to hop. It was cute, he thought- smiling at her, endeared. His thumb rubbed over the back of her hand, as they approached the hostess. He let Bunny take the lead on this one.

“Hi! We have a table reserved under Styles, please.” She chirped, bouncing on the balls of her feet before settling back down.

To anyone else, the sight of them together was a bit comical. His surly, cold face and dark demeanor paired with the bubbly sweetness of the lighthearted girl next to him, it was a complete contrast and seemed to be out of a book. It was real, though, her pink top made out of a slight shimmery material and his mostly black smoothed over his body.

“Uh- yes! Yes, this way please.” Usually, the man’s heavy biker boots wouldn’t be deemed as acceptable attire but the hostess didn’t want to risk pissing him off. She doubted anyone would.

Harry gave her the soothing, soft touches while she followed behind the hostess, her hair bouncing as she had taken it out of the temporary ponytail she needed to ride. She was so excited and her visible happiness went straight to his gut. That unfamiliar taffy pink, softly pulled apart feeling becomes more and more recognizable as her.

“Here you are,“ The table was in a more private area of the restaurant, a covered room just for them. “Enjoy your dinner.” The hostess spoke with a smile, welcoming the two tails hesitantly as they came to stand guard.

Bunny was in awe as she looked around. She’d always wondered what it would be like to eat here, but never did she imagine she’d be here with Harry.

Though he had never taken a woman out for dinner, he wasn’t a complete idiot, his hand immediately going to pull out the chair for her while she looked around.

“Do you like it?” He asked, his voice sounded almost shy. Sure, he didn’t fit in here but he wanted nothing but the best for his Bunny. He wanted it to be perfect. After all, this was their first date.

As fond as he was of their first breakfast date at the Silver Spoon, the nerves he had now told him that this was far more important than any other dinner he’s ever had. His heartbeat picked up a bit, watching as Bunny took her place in her chair. He smelled wonderful, looked even better, he was starting to think he should have put on a suit for once. No— he was thinking too much.

He didn’t know how to do all of this shit. But he wanted to learn for her.

Every other part of his life was murky and dark and for the time he got to spend with her, it was bright. Softened. Sweet. He wanted her to feel the same way with him, even if he wasn’t sure how to express it properly.

His old normal used to be fucking people over the hood of cars, dark alley’s, bathrooms, he didn’t really care if he was getting his dick wet. He had enjoyed sex mainly for pleasure.

Now he wanted to impress Y/N. Do the flowers and hearts and shit. She was the only one he realistically thought he would ever want to do the mushy shit with. Now seeing it happen in real time, he felt a nerve budge up in his stomach.

“I do! It’s perfect, Harry.” She said softly, bringing his hand to her face to kiss the back of it before he made his way to his seat. “I haven’t gone out to a good dinner in forever. Since dad was alive, I think. And never a good date.”

This had Harry blushing. He tried his best to look away but he knew she had caught him smiling to himself with reddened cheeks.

Y/N was in the same boat, smiling so hard her cheeks started to hurt as she looked down at the menu to give him a brief moment to collect himself. It was sweet. She had no idea how he was feeling about this date until now.

“Order anything you’d like, can even order something for me to be honest— I think you know your way around these menus better than I do.” Harry was a bit overwhelmed by the selections and fancy names of things. “Like what the fuck does confit mean?”

Bunny snorted a little at his pronunciation, scrunching her nose before responding.

“It means it’s cooked slowly in liquid over a long period of time. I’m sure it’s good, but I’m thinking…” She trailed off scanning the menu, “We could get a bunch of stuff to share? So we can try everything that looks good.”

It was then that Harry let Bunny go off on a little tangent, explaining every dish and how it would be prepared so he could see if he liked the flavor and texture of things. None of it really mattered to him, but listening to her go on was too adorable and he didn’t have the heart to stop her.

Seeing her be passionate was incredible. She was just really, really lovely and Harry felt that fondness seeping into his bones. Resting his chin on his folded hands, he listened to every little word, smiling slightly as she told him about her experiences cooking some of this stuff and others that she wanted to learn to do better.

His little chef.

In this situation it was easy to forget that when they left they were going back to the clubhouse. That some sicko was after her. A sicko that didn’t even feel remotely threatened that a man like the Reaper was her boyfriend. Even if it had been fake in the beginning it obviously wasn’t now. The guy was crazy.

He didn’t let himself dwell on the anger that settled like a rock in his gut. Instead he was attentive to her talking, listening to each word that fell from her cherry mouth.

The food came and Harry was genuinely stumped. He usually ate quick easy meals, noodles, take out, baked potatoes and steak. Filling and easy. The grill was his best friend.

All of this looked Intimidating.

“You’re gonna have t’walk me through this shit, babe. Dunno what half of this is.”

“Okay I know it looks odd because it’s plated in a different way, but you’ve had all this before.” Bunny giggled, “So this is a  Porterhouse steak. It’s big so I figured that would be enough for us both, but just in case you wanted more I also got a Wagyu because it’s meant to be the best steak in the world— don’t eat it with sauce! It’s perfect on its own.” Y/N pointed to the two steaks on the table. “I know you like potatoes so I got two kinds, this is basically mashed and the other is whole potatoes roasted in lots of yummy butter and herbs.”

“Then I also got us vegetables. Asparagus, broccoli, carrots… oh! The Lobster Mac and cheese. I’m not sure how you feel about seafood but you gotta try.” Y/N was practically bouncing in her seat. “And the crab legs. That’s everything I think… if we are still hungry we can always get more.”

The bill would be incredibly large but Harry wasn’t shy about spending money on Bunny. He always reminded her of the fact. She was under the mentality of wanting to go big since he had likely never been to a dinner like this and she wanted him to have nothing but the best.

“Dig in baby.”

The food was really fucking good.

But what was better, was seeing Y/N do a little dance each time she took a bite of something she liked. Her little hum, sometimes a moan. Sweet little thing she was, she would gush about it and tell Harry to try a bite immediately.

Being the man he was, he did exactly as she asked and nodded in agreement. The food was decadent and cooked very well. He was a fan of nearly all of it but the crab legs. He was pretty sure it was mostly mental, though.

“Sorry. M’not eating the thing out of the shell. It feels weird. Cannibalistic.”

“That is insane, H.” Bunny gave him a scrunched nose, shaking her head. “Don’t say that while I’m in the middle of eating one.”

“Can’t help it. I like the lobster Mac n’Cheese though.” At least that was already out of the shell.

“Okay, if I crack it open for you and put it on your plate will you try it?” She asked sweetly, tilting her head at him. Bunny batted her eyelashes, hoping that the look she was giving him would be enough to convince him. “If you like the lobster you’ll like the crab too. It’s sweet.”

It was surprising to her that he wasn’t a fan of cracking the legs open and eating them, for some reason that sounded like something reaper would be a fan of. It seemed the reaper had a soft spot for helpless crustaceans.

“Here, just close your eyes. I’ll feed you the perfect bite.” She waited for him to close his eyes before dipping the meat into some melted butter, getting a roasted potato to follow. With ease, she guided it into his mouth, using her thumb to wipe off the dripping sauce and pushed it against his lips.

It was good, yes. But he couldn’t help but feel an aversion considering it had been a brain work now. He did, however, like how she fed him. Her thumb brushed against his lip.

“Don’t like the crab, but I like when ya touch me.” He rasped, smirking at her as he opened his eyes, he grabbed a drink of his water before he scooted a bit closer to her, eyes locked on her face.

“Gorgeous fucking girl. It’s ridiculous.” He said under his breath. The dim light of the restaurant was annoying because he couldn’t see her all the way properly, but he found that any light would make him dip his toe a bit deeper into uncharted waters for her.

Bunny’s cheeks warmed, thankful he couldn’t fully see it. “I think you’re lying.” She teased, brushing her hand over his wrist. “But you’re a big baby. You don’t have t’eat it if you don’t want to.”

This man smashed skulls but he didn’t like opening up a crab leg. An enigma, that’s what he was.

————-

After stuffing themselves full of the most indulgent meal, it was time to make their way back to the clubhouse. While Y/N worked to convince Harry to get some dessert, it didn’t take that much. He had wanted to delay going back there for as long as possible.

Here in the city things felt different, their minds completely free. The two of them focused on nothing but one another just the way Harry liked it. The sweet flavors settled in his stomach as he revved his engine, signaling to their trailers that they were ready to head back.

It was peaceful on the open road back into their town. The stars were bright in the sky, the moon shining down on them as they began to see the glow of him in the distance. Harry didn’t want this evening's softness to end, her grip around his waist reminding him of the even softer girl clung against him.

He wanted to give her the most romantic evening he could, but there wasn’t much else he could do here in the club house.

Sometimes he felt bad about it. He felt guilt. A lot of feelings he wallowed in, wanting to be better, to provide more and make her happier. He was sort of fucked in some ways, though.

Would he have even gone after her if the stalker hadn’t come for her? He wasn’t sure. He did know that the whole idea, the whole concept of going after his best friend’s younger sister was fucked. But it hadn’t always made him feel hesitant. The one thing that did was the fact he lived so dangerously.

Now that she had no choice but to live in it, he felt like that barrier had been shattered. The walls remain laid out like shards of glass that he occasionally stepped on and winced at, the knowledge that she was now in a spot she never really should have been being a blessing and a curse.

As much of a complete dick as Harry knew himself to be, he never wanted her in this life. He wasn’t going to be selfish before this. Now, though? He knew he could keep her safe. He would die for her. She meant the entire world to him.

It hadn’t been a long time in the grand scheme of things, and he knew that perhaps time was limited, but he wanted to keep going. He wanted to keep her as long as she would let him in this darker side of life, his one ray of sunshine keeping him warm. He could only hope he did the same for her.

“D’ya want to watch a movie on my laptop?” He asked quietly as he stripped off his shirt, scratching right above the waistline of his pants. The inked skin caught her attention as usual. “I know riding can make y’tired.”

“Mmm sure,” Bunny’s eyes trailed up his body. It seemed she was still hungry for something else, eyes flickering to catch his stare once again. It didn’t match her intensity the way she expected it, but she decided to carry on nonetheless.

Making sure the door was locked, Bunny made her way over to him, turning around and pushing her hair to the side for him to take the dress off of her.

“Could you help me with this, baby?” She asked sweetly, letting her bum stick out just a little bit. Harry noticed. How could he not? What was more out of character for him was the fact that he wasn’t so focused on it, but rather, how beautiful she was.

Harry didn’t spend much time fully in the moment, but right now he was following his gut. His nimble fingers moved to button and unzip the dress, revealing slivers of lace Harry had not seen before. The evening was definitely special to her, he gathered that much.

There was no need to rush, no need to grab and be harsh. It was his sweet Bunny, the one that deserved to be loved on. He was always the one saying that, he figured he should give it a try.

“Look how pretty you are.” He sighed, knuckle rubbing over the side of her stomach. “Pretty girl. You looked perfect tonight.” His whole face was fond, locked away in this room allowing a slight tinge of the vulnerability to show on his face. He was so fond of her it was ridiculous.

Harry didn’t know how to form solid bonds much with women. His mother had been too worried about other things and her next fix and his aunt had taken him solely based off of duty, too worried about her own children to care too much about anything other than Harry’s very bare minimal needs being met. He knew it hindered his view on most.

He was fond of her mother and her since they met because they’d been the first real warm feminine figures in his life. Helping him get over that bitterness. But Y/N, his soft little Bunny, that bond had shifted to something romantic.

It scared him as much as it excited him. He’s never had a want to be tender with someone in his whole life. Now that their situation has shifted into what definitely was more than make believe, he was trying to figure out how to treat her. To follow instincts of things he suddenly wanted to do.

While yes, he always wanted to fuck her, tonight felt a bit more intimate than just another rough romp in bed. Their sex had always been full of passion but he felt like maybe they needed a night to just be.

“C’mere.’” He pulled her towards him and knocked his fingers against her chin to tilt it up, meeting her eyes. “There she is. Sweet little Bunny. Y’had fun, yeah?” He asked again. “I just… never did anything like that before. Want to make sure you liked it.”

“Of course I did.” Bunny could feel the tightness of her wide smile, thinking back to the meal they shared and how much she enjoyed his presence. The look on his face every time he took a bite, watching him decide how he felt about the flavor for a split second before the bliss hit.

“I wouldn’t have wanted to do it with anyone else.” Bunny really meant that. It was always a fantasy for her to have gone out to a fancy expensive dinner with a future partner, but never had she expected it to be fulfilled by Harry.

It was like a dream come true, though it was better than she could have imagined. Bunny couldn’t quite explain herself in words, her hands itching to be on him and feel more of him.

She just wanted to feel physically close, already missing the feeling of having him inside of her. Sex had always been the easiest way for her to communicate her feelings, it helped that it was their common language.

“Good.” He murmured. “I’ve never done that type of shit before. Gone to a fancy place or made a reservation.” His admission wasn’t exactly a shock, but his slight shyness was.

Harry was a rock. Unshakable and steady, even if sometimes his anger made him a bit of a firecracker. For her, he had always been the one person she never thought of getting nervous or unsure. He carried himself in such a strong, postured way, that seeing this little hint of something else was even more interesting.

“You did a fantastic job.” Her voice was soft, stroking her hands over his warm shoulders. “I don’t need to go to fancy dinners all the time, but I like that you thought of it. That you asked me.” It was something she had always secretly dreamt of but never thought would come into fruition.

It wasn’t like he turned into a Prince Charming overnight. He had told 3 people to fuck off while they were in Vegas, he didn’t have the most amazing table manners, but in this night he really felt like he was hers.

“I just…” he licked his bottom lip, a bit of worry flashing over his eyes. “I want t’make sure you’re happy. I know things are fucked right now. I do. But you deserve the best shit. I’m not always sure how to give it to you but I’m trying.”

“I promise you…. I’m the happiest I’ve been in a while.” Bunny was telling the truth. There wasn’t much going on in her life since she started culinary school. Sure, the usual things like going out with her friends and movie nights with her mom, but nothing quite like the deep love she had found with Harry.

She couldn’t even blame it on the situation at hand, she was positive if she had spent any more time with him that eventually, she’d win him over. Of course, this wasn’t the most ideal situation, but somehow, it was proving to be a defining moment in her life. Maybe it was trauma bonding, but honestly, Harry had always been her rock. It was a shame that this is what it took to get them here.

Her hand moved up against his skin, finding its way against his neck. The dress she was wearing had slipped right off of her body in the process, now standing on her toes.

“Just like having you here, with me…” Her voice was quiet, sultry as she leaned in to seal their lips in a kiss. It was tender, different from their usual passion fueled kisses. It had Bunny’s stomach fluttering. The intimacy of it all was getting her excited. She couldn’t get close enough to him.

Harry was pleased. More than so.

His hand curled around her waist, bringing her soft body close to her own. He relished in the feel of her plushy lips against his, tasting the remnants of the dessert wine. She was so sweet, a soft little dreamy sigh leaving her mouth against his own.

His fingers brushed over her cheek as he pulled back, a private smile given to her before pressing a wet peck to her nose. “C’mon. Come lay with me.”

There were rowdy noises coming from downstairs, but he was stuck in the sounds of her. A little giggle as she moved down on the bed and surprised him, getting on top of him and physically placing his hands on her ass.

He wouldn’t complain. He would make out with her until the sun came up, squeezing her ass before moving up to her back. Stroking the smooth skin with his fingertips, a soothing rhythm that had her breaking out in chills.

Something about his touch felt different and it left Bunny unable to fully relax as she tried to decipher why he wasn’t giving into any of her leads. Normally, he would have given in by now, between the dress, the kiss, and the hands on her ass.

The kiss felt nice, his touch even more so, but it wasn’t something she was used to. His fingertips brushed against her as if she was porcelain, gripping her hips just enough to steady them before placing his hands against the span of her thighs.

Bunny’s kisses left Harry feeling breathless, pulling away momentarily just to get a look at her in this state. His eyes fluttered open and scanned over her face, admiring all the features he’d committed to memory by this point. It wasn’t until his eyes landed back on her that his brows furrowed. She looked confused.

“Everything okay?” He asked cautiously, worried he’d managed to mess something up in the past few moments.

“Do you….” She tilted her head, looking a little nervous. “Do you not want me tonight?”

She winced as soon as she said it. Of course that wasn’t exactly what she meant but usually he was ripping her clothes off. Pinning her down. She was used to feeling desired by him with his roughness and insatiability. He was being so gentle and tender tonight, almost like he was trying to ignore the way she tried to kiss him harder.

“I always want you.” He said, sitting up on his elbow. His brows worried together, squeezing her hip with his other hand that kept contact on her skin. “But I just wanted t’be soft with you tonight.  Always a bit rough with you and I love it… love making you a wreck but I kinda jus’ want to make you feel appreciated.” He tried to explain. “I haven’t really done anything like this before with anyone. I wanted to see how it could be. Got the craving to just be nice to you.” His honesty made her blink.

Why did it kind of feel like a rejection?

“So you don’t want to have sex?” Her head tilted like a sad puppy, the confusion on her face making him upset.

“I always do. But we do it every night and I dunno… I just kind of wanted to cuddle n’ kiss.” He felt his cheeks flush a bit. “Is that okay?”

“Oh, yeah of course… sorry.” Bunny felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her as she crawled to move beside him. Suddenly she felt really naked, the vulnerability was something she wasn’t very used to. It was easy for her to hide behind sex, it wasn’t often she was able to just be the sweetheart she was when no one was around.

This was all new for her too. She felt like she should have told him that her previous boyfriends never really wanted to just lay and cuddle with her. The last thing she wanted was to get him angry and worked up when he was so soft and pliable for once. She was sure to an extent, he knew.

Bunny pulled the blanket up over her chest a bit, resting on her side  so she could face him while he stayed on his back. She leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his shoulder, hoping he wasn’t upset with her. She already felt a strange tug in her heart, staying quiet while her hand moved to hold his under the covers.

“Hey…” He whispered, turning to her. “Hey, look at me. Give me your eyes.” He gently commanded, looking down at her face. Where that had made her upset, he couldn’t fully pinpoint. But it has. “That didnt mean get off of me. Didn’t mean I wanted to stop kissing on you.” He kept his tone soft, turning fully to face her again as he tried to get a feel on it.

“Can you tell me why you’re upset? Or embarrassed?” He tucked a bit of hair away from her face, looking quietly as he examined her. Bunny felt a bit unnerved, like he could read her thoughts from this point of view.

“It’s new for me. Doing this sort of stuff- well, even wanting to. S’not that I don’t want to have sex with you. I love our sex. It’s so hot, and I’ve never had such a good time with someone. It’s just…” He paused, tracing over the curve of her cheek. “I feel like all the world has been beating on you lately. You get treated with sharp words and you’re jumpy, someone’s following you around, you’re surrounded by dark shit and then I go and fuck you unti you’re brainless. I know it’s good and like I said- I love it. But I think for all the softness you give me, you give everyone, you should get some of that shit in return. You get me?”

Bunny’s eyes kept blinking, trying not to let the floodgates of emotion break as his words began to chip away at the walls she’d spent a long time trying to build. She should have expected he’d see through it, he always had. The softness he was showing her brought tears to her eyes.

“It’s new for me too, ya know?” She kept her voice quiet, closing her eyes for a moment to try and collect herself. “It’s just… you make me forget everything that’s going on, that I can just focus on you and not have to think at all.” Y/N took a deep breath, trying to keep calm. “Never had that before, I feel safe like this with you…”

It was even hard for her to pinpoint why she felt so embarrassed. It’s not like she thought he didn’t want to fuck her, but something about how she’d built it up in her head expecting to completely detach for the rest of the evening had been something she looked forward to. Was it healthy? Probably not.

“I’m pretty good at showing my feelings with cooking and all that but sex has always been the main one… It’s not that I don’t want to be soft with you, I guess I just didn’t expect that you’d want that now, I was thinking of something else… think it’s why I’m embarrassed.”

“Well… is it okay? That I want that sort of thing with you?”

That insecurity built in his brain went alert. He didn’t think he was misunderstanding her, but sometimes he knew he could be blind. He was very eager with her now that he had felt a shift but he could dial it back if he really tried.

“No! No, no.” She shook her head, placing her hand over his and leaning into his palm. “I do like it. I want it. But I guess in my last few relationships I kind of felt like I didn’t really… deserve it?” She didn’t know if that was exactly it but that’s the best she could vocalize. “I stopped hoping for it, I guess. Sex was what people use to communicate that sort of stuff so I’m used to that. It feels like I’m doing something wrong. Not really giving you back the attention you deserve.”

Harry frowned. This wasn’t what he wanted to hear. His jaw clenched slightly as he tried to let go of his anger for the past people who have treated her so poorly, people who were on his damn list.

“I understand to a degree. Feel like that. I used to use sex as a release. Just… do it and it’s over. Don’t get me wrong, Bunny- look at me.” He grabbed her eyes with his own. “I love our sex. I love the messy, the dirty, your whines and the roughness. But that isn’t the only way to be. It shouldn’t be.” He shook his head, exhaling sharply. “I would beat anyone’s ass- I am going to beat their asses- for using you like that. I may call you my fucktoy, but trust me when I saw I think of you as a hell of a lot more.”

Though his words were comforting to hear, the ugly feeling of embarrassment was still present in her body. Her eyes stayed locked on his, allowing herself to believe him even though that within itself was scary. She had admitted to herself she was in love with him not too long ago, the idea he might feel the same way had her mind reeling.

Bunny moved even closer to him, aching to feel more of his comfort. She was feeling shy, but still mustered up the courage to kiss him in the sweetest and most appreciative way she knew how. She wanted to say the words but it was too soon, she’d save them for another time, but for now the kiss was just right.

Her hand moved to cup his cheek as she pulled away, staying close to his face just to show him she wasn’t going to hide anymore.

“I really mean it when I say that I like being with you, Harry. In any way and every way.”

[headlinerkwan]

paths - [teaser 𓇼]

pairing: soobin x gn!reader

genre: nonidol!au, exes to ???, firstlove!soobin, angst, some fluff

summary: as you prepare to move back to your hometown, you discover a stack of unsent letters, causing you to reminisce on your first love and break up.

warnings: mentions of death (reader's dad passes away before events in the fic, mentioned but no detail.), some swearing, lots of lowkey pining ._.

teaser wc: 805 - read the full fic here

a/n: this fic was kind of inspired by 'paths' by niki, and the rest of her new album 'buzz' - go check it out!! i plan on releasing the full fic in a few days ･ᴗ･

“Mom, I promise there’s nothing to worry about.”

“Are you sure? I can drive up and help.”

“Yes, I’m all packed up, everything’s fine Mom, this isn’t my first time moving and there’s no way I’m letting you drive seven hours across the country,” You continue as she rants on about the overwhelming piles of paperwork and mess around the house, “I’ll be there to sort everything out soon, so don’t worry about that just… try to relax.” 

“I’ll text you when I’m on the road, ok? I love you Mom!”

“I love you too, I’ll see you soon, yes?”

“Of course.”  

You throw the phone down on the bed, your childhood hits playlist muffled by the ocean of blankets that it landed amongst. Looking around your room, an exasperated ‘fuck’ escapes your lips. Despite what you had just told your mother, your room was most definitely not packed up and you were most definitely not ready to leave behind the life that you had built just to return to your sleepy hometown. 

After your Dad’s death, you had decided to move back into your childhood home, to keep your Mom company, settle down, and have a quieter life. You’ve had your fair amount of fun in the city and you were ready to return to your roots. 

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A few hours later,  there’s only one set of drawers left for you to pack up. You’re a sweaty mess as the sun beats down on you through the windows. Pulling your hair back, you position yourself in front of the drawers alongside some boxes, bubble wrap and packing tape. 

Opening the bottom drawer you are welcomed by a pile of clothes that had been messily shoved in over the years. Okay not too much work left. Picking up a purple hoodie, a pile of envelopes reveal themselves, all of them addressed to the same person. 

Choi Soobin. 

Against your better judgement, you give in to your nostalgic curiosity and begin to unseal the first envelope. As far as everyone else knows, you hadn’t thought about Soobin in a couple of years - you had curated a nonchalant persona, one that didn’t care about the past and especially not the people that you had left behind. This, of course, was nothing but a persona, a facade that you had delicately crafted over the years. If you stopped lying to yourself, you would realise that he’s always on your mind. Breadcrumbs of your love littered through every street that you walk, every corner you turn, there’s always a part of you that longs for him. He lives in a part of your brain meant only for youth, for easier times. Everytime you see something bunny themed, or hear a Day6 song on the radio, you have to fight against every nerve in your body not to text or call him. So yes, it might seem like you don’t really care but oh my god, you’re not sure you’ve ever been so hung up over the past in the same way that you are when it comes to him.  

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Letter One:

‘Soobin, 

Hi. It’s been a while. One month and 24 days, to be exact. 

I hope you’re okay. I’m sorry if this is weird. Is this weird? Oh god, this is probably weird. 

It’s just, we promised to give each other space and time but I can’t seem to let you go. Every second of every day all I want to do is pick up the phone and call you. You’re the only one I wanted to talk to after my first day at this new job, and when I moved in and I couldn’t figure out the stove, and when I found a new cafe nearby that actually knows how to make good macchiatos. 

Maybe I should’ve stayed. Maybe I should’ve told you to stop talking about the opportunities and convince me to stay with you instead. It’s hard to be happy without you by my side, I miss you and I feel selfish saying it.

We said it was for the best and besides, I was the one who moved away, I was the one who broke your heart. Am I allowed to miss you? 

I don’t even know why I’m writing this. I probably won't even send it.

Bye Soobin.‘

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Reading the letter, you chuckle as your eyes cloud with tears. You recall how you thought you’d never be happy again. That it was a bad idea for you to have lived outside of the bubble of your hometown. How naive you were, believing the world began and ended with him. You smile through the slow moving tears as you put the letter down in favor of another and reminisce on the love that you feel felt for him.  

Your thumb brushes over the water marked envelope, still bearing the scars of tears cried long ago. 

[sugawhaaa]

Kwak jiseok x reader

"Gaon your nails are wet!"

Pairing::sub!Jiseok x dom!fem!reader

Warnings::smut [this is probably one of the nastiest fanfics I've written btw sjsjsj]

Word count:: 1,393

A/N:: I was painting my nails recently and I went to tuck back some of my hair but it was really difficult so I tilted my head in hopes to make it easier, that's when my eyes fell upon my new Gaon poster and I was like 💡idea

Synopsis:: One day your painting Gaons nails when you decide to get a little freaky with him but since his nails are wet, you don't allow him to touch you. This plan goes better than you had planned...

Songs to listen to while reading::

The smell of nail polish and polish remover filled your room as you painted Gaon's nails black, gold, and dark red. He randomly approached you today and asked you to redo his nails. Lately you and jiseok have been painting each other's nails and he really seems to enjoy it. 

As the cold liquid dripped off the small brush onto Goan's nails with the fan running there was silence. Jiseok finally knows that you need focus to make them look good. He sat there as you held his hand in yours. You finally finished painting his nails so now it was time for them to dry. 

"They're done!" You said blowing on his nails in hopes to dry them quicker. You then started packing up the nail polish remover, cotton balls, nail polish etc. Jiseok on the other hand found a strand of his short, black, hair in his face. It was tickling his nose so he went to swipe it away with his hand when you caught his hand. "Your nails are wet! You might get it in your beautiful hair," you said with a wave of your hand. You then tucked his hair back for him. You stood up, your bare feet on your wooden floor and a matching anklet (with Jiseok) around your foot. You set your nail polish pack back on your dresser when you spotted something. It was a little bunny shaped hair tie.

 Since Gaon's hair seemed to love getting in his face today so you grabbed it and went back over to him. He was sitting in front of the fan making weird robot sounds into it. His hair was blowing out of his face making it the perfect opportunity to tie it back. You sat down behind him and started doing up his hair.

"Y/N what are you doing?" He said in an innocent voice.

"Tying your hair back," You said with a giggle.

"Okay," he said with a shrug of his shoulders and went back to making sounds into the fan. 

"You're supposed to put your hands up to the fan to dry them silly," you said as you wrapped your hands around him.

"But it's so hot out today," he whined, but he put his hands up to it anyway. "Y/N what are you doing?" He chuckled. 

"Hugging you," you said, squeezing him harder.

"Gah Y/N stop!" He put his hands on your arms.

"Wait you can't touch me remember," you giggled and he huffed. That's when an idea sparked in your head. Your hand trickled down his shirt "innocently" and Gaon jumped.

"Y-Y/N?" He said without moving his hands from the fan.

"Yes," you said seductively as you leaned closer to his ear. He shut his eyes as his face filled with pink. 

"Stop, your-ah!" 

You bit down on his neck, not hard or anything, but enough to show him who's in charge here. He whined and whimpered as you left marks all along his neck. That's when you heard footsteps coming from down the hallway and Gaon definitely heard them too. You let go of him and pulled out your phone and pretended like everything was normal.

That's when Jooyeon opened the door.

"Hey, just so you guys know Gunil is trying to cook dinner. It should take about an hour or so," he said as his silver hair hung partly in his face.

"Okay, sounds good!" You and Gaon both gave him a thumbs up and Jooyeon left, closing the door behind him. Jiseok let out a sigh of relief as the door latched, but his relief soon vanished again. You crawled right into his lap faster than light itself. You were essentially feeling him up as he kept his hands glued to the floor because he finally learned his lesson. He just had to let you do whatever the hell you wanted, and it was turning him on. Perhaps too much. 

"Someone's enjoying this," you teased as you continued to place kisses and hickeys all over him. He bit his lip hard and refused to acknowledge your teasing. "Hm, are you not liking this," you said as you traced a circle with your finger on his collar bone.

"What, no, what gave you that impression?" He said looking genuinely upset.

"You're just not responding, perhaps you'd rather praise," you said, putting a finger to your chin to signify your thinking. You could tell by Gaon's expression that your assumption was correct. You couldn't contain yourself anymore and started pulling off his clothes without warning. He may be questioning what you're doing but you both know that he's actually enjoying the hell out of this. You unzipped his Jean shorts pulled them down just enough (along with his boxers)

He was as hard as a rock and he was clearly embarrassed by it. His hand covered his mouth and hot red cheeks. You just smirked and moved on, he isn't anymore aroused than you are right now. You gently touched him between his thighs with your cold hand and he instantly jolted away with a bit of a hiss.

"S-sorry," He blushed at the awkward situation. You just smiled at him and waved your hand to tell him to brush it off. You then spread your across as much of his length as you possibly could making his jaw drop and instantly throw his head back. He bit his hand to cope with the embarrassment of his dirty behavior. 

"Are you quieting yourself?" You said as you slowly moved your hand up and down him as he whined every time you went farther down.

"Maybe," he said before going back to his muffled moaning sounds.

"If you do that one more time I'll stop," you said calmly while he worried.

"Okay I'll be good," he said before blushing again. This whole "good boy," thing was unfamiliar to him. He liked it, he loved calling you mommy and Jiseok loves it when you call him your good little boy. He just doesn't know how to act natural about it. 

You started picking up the pace and the lewd sounds in the room started getting louder which caused Jiseok to start panicking, but it also felt so good at the same time. You started to continuously hit that sweet spot over and over again which just made him melt all over you…literally. 

"Please, please, please," he started begging randomly as his hands hovered over your bare shoulders. He wanted to grab them and knead them so bad but he wanted to keep getting spoiled. As your hand swiftly went up and down his length you tucked some of his loose hair behind his ear and for some reason that's what did it for him. Warm, liquid, arousal coated your hand. You looked down at him in shock. You didn't expect him to cum so early. 

"Oh that's a good boy~" you said seductively using his arousal to help you go faster up his member. He twisted and turned under your now two hands. He was a moaning mess and it made you smile, there was no way in hell the members couldn't hear anything you were doing. Jooyeon and Junhan are probably sobbing right now. For the second time Jiseok's body spiraled out of control and he was so close to grabbing your hair but he decided to hold back. To reward his good behavior you were going to give him a blow job. You sucked on two of your fingers quickly before leaning down to take all of him in your mouth at once. To your dismay, the door opened to a star-stricken Junhan. 

The innocence in his eyes left as his jaw dropped at the sight before him. His Hyungs dick in his girlfriend's mouth as there's cum and spit everywhere, including Jiseoks mouth. 

Without saying a word Junhan shut the door and left.

"I think dinner is done," Jiseok laughed as you sat up properly. You laughed with him and got up. You then asked if you hurt him at all before getting changed.

"Ah," you sighed out of nowhere.

"What?" Jiseok said, turning to you.

"I always make sure to eat treats after supper, but I guess I already did it backwards tonight,"

[briliantlymad]

padme time travel plot bunny bouncing in my head

theres a good chunk of time travel fics where obiwan travels back or anakin does. but not enough where padme travels back in time and decides she's not letting her husband and the world she loves go to shit. and just. orchestrates an assasination with her handmaidens. this is padme amidala people i really do think she's capable of handling the entire situation really well. I feel like a padme armed with the knowledge of the future really would do whatever it takes if it meant keeping anakin and her kids safe.

Like i genuinely do believe that the reason padme was willing to leave the republic behind and take anakin with her was cus she was disillusioned with the republic by then. she knew anakin was a symptom of a failing republic not the cause. and at that point she'd forgiven him so much what's another thing to the list? she's back in time, she's not going to hold anakin responsible for crimes he's yet to commit, there's good in him. she knows he's capable of far greater good than he thinks himself to be.

palpatine is dead and she thinks everything will be ok now she doesnt have to worry much about the clone wars cus she knows what to do and anakin's capable of a lot when he doesnt have a snake whispering in his ear. i just want her to have a good chunk of time where she believes that with palpatine out of the way things will go back to the normal. that palpatine and his schemes was the only reason democracy fell to an empire and the clone wars continued as long as they did. and for a time they do.

Anakin gets to come home to her more often. she's able to gather support for her bills as the time passes. but. things aren't moving as fast as she'd like. she understands that progress takes time but with palpatine out of the way things should've gotten significantly easier. only its not. the rot runs deeper, its entrenched in the very soul of the republic.

and i need her to be completely annoyed and angry as things only get worse as and Dooku comes out on top and maul is still causing problems all over the galaxy. its in a sith's nature to take their master's place. so it doesnt make much difference to dooku. in fact. he's glad for it. now he can carry out his grand plans for an ailing republic and show the order how far astray they've gone without palpatine looming over his shoulder.

anyway i dont really know where i'm going with this. i'd like to think she'd try for the chancellorship and fall down into the alure of power for the right reasons. what's the harm in using the ill gotten powers of palpatine's chancellorship if she's doing it for the greater good of the republic?

on the other hand, padme is just as likely to pack her shit up and grab anakin and leave as things continue to crumble. and when an empire forms as she'd predicted only with dooku at its head. she's far better prepared with her rebellion and less jedi die. more disaster control cus she probably wont be able to prevent the fall of the republic on her own