#except this one has a huge fucking hand coming out of its mouth?? don't get that

[front-facing-pokemon]

[iikatsukii]

When the clock resets.

synopsis: you’re brought back to life, unsure as to why eywa has given you another chance but as you return “home” things aren't quite the same. . 

pairings: sully family x daughter/sister!reader, neteyam x twin!reader, neytiri x daughter! reader, jake x daughter!reader

warnings: um tbh none except minor cursing, running away, passing out, mentions of malnourishment due to you being dead but yk. oh and ao’nung being a mama’s boy.

word count: 6,064

a/n: THIS IS PART 2 OF TOO LATE!!!! unfortunately there is no red text this time but guys i am still not done with this series because i have a request for if the reader survived the first part. but i will be moving back over to illicit love for a little bit because i didn't even expect this story to blow up like i did. like yall i was just sad and here yall are feeding off my trauma. but its okay yall are my little angst hungry babies. :) (also huge fucking shoutout to @eywas-heir for giving me this idea for pt. 2. go give them kisses for me and say i sent you :d)

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waking up felt extremely weird. you felt like you had taken the longest, heaviest nap ever. slowly opening your eyes to adjust to the light, you take in your surroundings.

you're in a shallow hole, you noticed as you looked around, and there was dirt around you. you look up at what you would think was the sky and see something else that you remember seeing before. you see the leaf covering that the omatikaya place over their passed-away loved ones. you usually see these leaf coverings from the outside. this caused a slight panic to settle in your chest?

why are you here? did you die? what the hell is going on?

you reached your arm up, still feeling weak from not moving your joints in you don't even know how long. you slowly press against the leaf covering, pushing it away from the hole and exposing the sun to your eyes. you shielded yourself before you felt a shadow standing over your form. it was mo'at. the tsahik of the omatikaya clan.

"tsahik?" it was the first word you said, and it caused mo'at to press a hand to her mouth in shock as tears sprang to her eyes. her granddaughter, who had passed away two years ago, was looking up to her from her grave that she had pushed open herself. the tsahik didn't understand. how could the great mother take you away for two years and let their family mourn and grieve your death just to send you back to them two years later?

this made no sense.

"come with me, my child," was the only thing mo'at said as she reached out to grab your hand. she intertwined your fingers, wanting to hold her granddaughter as close as possible, fearing losing you again. she helped you out of the hole slowly as you still had to get used to moving your arms and legs around again. 

"ma tsahik?" you asked the older woman standing before you. "what happened to me?"

she didn't turn to look at you as she said in a hushed, almost hurt, tone of voice, "you died two years ago," you were left speechless. you didn't know what to say, so you didn't say anything. you tried to think back on what happened before you woke up from your 'nap,' but you couldn't remember anything. no matter how hard, no memories or thoughts came to your head.

"do not try to work your brain so hard trying to find answers that will come to you, my child. you'll hurt yourself." the tsahik jokes.

you looked up at her, seeing the slight smile on her face but missing the faint trace of tears in her eyes. you let out a small laugh at her joke.

"hey! i may not remember anything from before, but i know i was not stupid before i died." you laughed along, but this caused the tsahik to stop in her tracks, turning to you.

"say that again." she said, grabbing hold of your shoulders, her face painted with worry. 

"i was not dumb before i died?" you said, confused at her sudden actions.

"no, child! the other thing you said."

"oh, that i do not remember anything from before i died?" your words were cautious because you didn't know if what you were saying was offensive. 

"we must get you back to the camps." was all she said as she turned, grabbing your hand, but this time she walked with urgency. her pace was hard to keep up with due to your aching body, but you somehow managed. 

once you started to enter your native territory, you felt eyes everywhere. everyone was looking at you. you get it; you died and came back, but did everyone have to stare at you like that? it wasn't like you were the olo'eyktans daughter before you died. 

mo'at brought you to the center of the high grounds camp, and everyone gathered around to see what announcement their tsahik had for them. 

she didn't have some big speech planned. she just held your hand and said to the clan's people. 

"the great-mother has returned my granddaughter!" everyone was cheering and happy. this confused the sully family. the past two years after your death have been hard. the natives completely annihilated every rda soldier, lab, and scientist in sight. it was an unexpected, coordinated attack between the forest na'vi, the ice na'vi, and, surprisingly, even the ash na'vi. due to transportation, the water na'vi couldn't make it to fight the war, but they were able to send over some of their finest healers. 

let's just say no ships are coming to pandora ever again. jake made sure to send a message to the humans back on earth that if they ever sent one of their own to his planet again, he would single-handedly rip them each limb from limb. that was a promise, not a threat. humans had not gotten a chance to respond to jake's words. right after he delivered his messages, he pulled the pin of a grenade and walked out of the ship, it and the rest of the camp's base exploding behind them. although they didn't get to respond, they sure did receive the message, and earth now no longer had an avatar program. as the na'vi walked away from the war, they were victorious once and for all. 

neytiri was quietly braiding her youngest daughter's hair when she heard the cheers and celebration of the clan outside her home. and then that's when her three older children came running into their hut, screaming and crying, speaking simultaneously. it sounded as if they were speaking gibberish. 

"hey, hey kids calm down. what is going on?" jake asked his children, who looked like they were in distress. he was sitting in the home's living area, sharpening his blade as he had nothing else to do. 

"Y/N HAS RETURNED." it was kiri who got the words out first. 

neytiri, jake, and tuk all froze. there was no way. the great mother had taken you right in front of their eyes. you have been gone for two years; it can't be. neytiri had visited your grave just last night. there you lay, closed-eyed and lifeless in front of her, but as she walked out of her home and into the center of the clan's gathering there, you stood. you looked skinny and malnourished, but you were standing, breathing, alive. 

neytiri couldn't believe her eyes. she thought she was dreaming as she approached you slowly. she held your face in her hands, and as soon as she felt your skin against her own, she broke down in tears, engulfing you in the tightest hug you had ever felt. 

"ow." you said when she squeezed a bit too hard. this caused the woman to release you quickly, as she had forgotten how fragile you were right now. 

"ma ite, you have returned to me, oh great mother, you have answered my prayers. thank you, thank you, thank you," she said as she pulled you into a hug again, this time softer, as if she was afraid that if she held you too rough, you would break in her arms. 

you, on the other hand, were nervous. granddaughter? ite? what is going on right now? there's no way you're the tsahik's granddaughter. you couldn't imagine what your mother would be like as a person, let alone any of your family. all you knew was that you were from the forest, but maybe eywa brought you back to the wrong part of the forest? you couldn't even look at the woman before you and pinpoint a resemblance. you had four fingers; some of her children had five, and you weren't like them. only one other child had four tingers, and you noticed it was the eldest son. 

when you made eye contact with him, his eyes softened. neteyam hadn't looked into his twin's eyes in ages. he missed you like no other. yeah, neytiri had it hard losing her first daughter, but neteyam had his twin's life ripped from her body right in front of his eyes. at that moment, it was almost like he felt the bullets go through his chest as well. that's how great the pain of losing you felt. but looking at you now, he felt like his heart was whole again. but there was this look in your eye. you looked different. not physically. you looked at neteyam differently. almost like you didn't recognize him.

mo'at had hoped that seeing your home and your family would cause your memories to come flooding back, but the look on your face was not giving her that impression. 

"i am sorry if i am ruining a happy moment…." you spoke up, causing everyone to immediately silence themselves so they wouldn't miss a word you said. but you didn't say anything that caused any happiness or joy in anyone. instead, your words scared everyone.

"–but i do not know who you guys are. i am not the tsahik's granddaughter and miss, i am not your daughter. i am sorry but i think you have things confused. please excuse me." you pulled yourself away from the woman who claimed to be your mother, but she tightened her grip on your hands.

"ma y/n, what do you mean? you do not remember me? i am your mother, your sa'nu. you are ma ite, my sweet girl." neytiri was taken aback. this isn't right, you're supposed to come back, and then everything goes back to normal. but the great mother has returned you with no memories at all. to you, neytiri was just a stranger claiming to be your mother.  

the next person to approach you was the olo'eyktan himself. you couldn't bring yourself to look him in the eyes because of how his vast form intimidated you.

"itetsyip. maybe if you come home and see some of your things then you'll remember." he said, placing his hand on your back and walking you in the direction of what you assumed was their home. you quickly remove yourself from the two adults who had you in their arms. 

"i am sorry but i am not your daughter. i do not want to enter your home to look at whatever things you think are mine. just because i have no memory of my family does not mean you get to take me away from them. the great mother may have returned me to my body with no memories but that does not mean you get to put whatever you want in my head, trying to get me to believe you. i only just returned. do you not understand how overwhelming this is?" you were scared. everything was happening so fast. 

you just found out that you had been dead for two years, and now these people are trying to push this life in you that you know god and well that wasn't yours. you don't know who these people are, and they were making absurd accusations. maybe you really were in the wrong part of the forest.

"y/n stop joking around. do you not remember us? you are neteyam's twin sister for crying out loud. how can you be cruel enough to pull a joke like this? have we not suffered enough?" lo'ak was fed up with this whole situation. you were his sister, dammit. how could you not remember that? neteyam is your twin. you, tuk, and kiri were sisters. they're standing right in front of you, just begging you to run into their arms so they can embrace you.

you looked at the teenage boy oddly. like he had three heads. he doesn't know what he's talking about. these people are so pushy and demanding; you can't come from a family like this. you thought about it, and you knew they would be able to catch you if you tried to make a break for it, but you didn't want to be here anymore. 

lost in your thoughts, you didn't notice the family's eldest son walking up to you. he gently grabbed your shoulders, looking directly into your eyes that were identical to his. 

"you could not have forgotten about your twin brother have you, sister?" his words were soft. they sounded broken like he was hurting inside. from what? you don't know, but this isn't your problem to deal with. these people obviously lost somebody, but it is not you. you are not from here. so you hatched a plan in your head. 

"maybe i just need to walk around the forest and re-familiarize myself. it–" you choked on your words, not even wanting to say it.

"it could help me regain my memories. and then we can be a family again, yeah?" you look into the boy's eyes, noticing them shining a bit brighter. you gave him hope. 

that wasn't your intention. you just wanted to leave, so to make yourself 100x more believable, you hugged him. with all the strength you had in your body, which wasn't much. 

everyone was shocked. even neteyam, but he didn't want to lose this moment, so he hugged you back tight, so you could feel his love but not too tight because of how weak you are. you pulled back from the hug, bowing slightly to everyone before you walked in the direction that you and the tsahik came from so you wouldn't seem lost. you looked back before you could fully disappear into the trees. eyes meeting those of the people who claimed to be your family. looking at them, you didn't even see where you would fit in. they already looked whole. so you managed a small fake smile, sent them a small wave, and continued your trek through the forest, trying to get as far away from the omatikaya people as possible.

by the time they realize you're gone, you'll already be way too far for them to find you. you wandered around, wondering why the great-mother returned you like this? did you not deserve to keep your memories?

almost as if she heard your question, the great mother flashed an image in your head. it was different shades of forest green, with indigo spots placed randomly around its body, looking almost like flowers. its wings were majestic, but you couldn't pinpoint what you had seen until it landed right in front of you, keeping you from walking off a cliff you hadn't even realized you were walking towards. 

you couldn't believe that after two years of being gone, your ikran, syulang, was still alive. you named her syulang because, yes, of course, she looks like she's covered in flowers, but unlike other ikrans, syu was quiet, elegant, almost undetectable in the air. you would never hear her flying anywhere, and nobody knew why. the air would run smoothly over her wings, completely muting the sound of the wind rushing by in comparison to the usual loud, noisy ikrans that everyone else had tamed. syulang was delicate, like a flower.  "syu! hi girl, oh my goodness you’re alive." you said as you created your tsaheylu with her for the first time in years. it felt like the first time all over again, except without the part where she tried to kill you. syulang was happy to see you as well, nuzzling into you. "syulang, we have to go. right now. come on girl, take me home." when you said this, syulang made a noise of confusion but allowed you to mount her anyways. the two of you took off into the night, the eclipse making it too dark for anyone to notice that an ikran was out flying. not like they would hear syulang anyways.

it's been hours. you still hadn't come back from the forest, and the sullys were getting worried. everyone was tense and stressed until kiri spoke up. 

"she ran away," the teenage girl hadn't even realized it was herself who had spoken. she looked up and made eye contact with everyone in her family, repeating herself.

"she ran away, and she is not going to come back." tears sprung to her eyes as she just wanted her sister to return home. it was like eywa was dangling the most precious thing to them right in their faces, and every time they reached out, she snatched it away. 

"she would not do that. she said she was just going on a walk. kiri have some faith in her. sure she did not remember us but she would not have hugged me if she was just gonna run away. she said she would come home." neteyam argued. he didn't want to believe that you had left them again, but that's what it was starting to seem like. 

"we will check the ikrans. if hers is still there, then she's around here somewhere. we can go out and look for her." syulang had not left your family's ikran nest since the day you had passed. she was too depressed to do anything with her hunter being dead. the sullys made sure to take care of her for you, knowing you wouldn't want syu to suffer like you did. honestly, syulang was the closest thing the sullys had to you after you died. they'd take turns taking care of her at night, bringing tuk every now and then so she could see syulang too. 

the walk to the family ikran nest was full of arguing. kiri said that neteyam and lo'ak had to come to their senses and realize that you were gone again. the boys refused to believe that you would leave again, but as they approached the ikran nest, seeing syulang's corner abandoned gave them the answer they fought over. 

you had left.

"i told you she left. i mean for eywa's sake you guys bombarded her as soon as she got here!" kiri yelled at her family. she knew this was just displaced anger and that she didn't really mean it, but she was tired of holding her tongue. 

"don’t you dare say we bombarded her! she is my twin who died in front of me! eywa forgive me for wanting to hug her after she's been dead for two years!" neteyam yelled back at kiri; this just caused a huge family argument to break out.

tuk, who was standing to the side watching her family fall apart, couldn't help but cry. she just wanted her family to go back to normal. "stop fighting…" it came out as a whisper, her family arguing so loud that they hadn't even heard her. so she decided to make them hear her.

"STOP FIGHTING!!" everyones' heads snapped at the youngest sully child. little tuk had just raised her voice at them for the first time ever.

"give me a break! we are all hurt okay?! us, y/n, grandma, the clan? everyone is sad! we did bombard her! she has not been here for two years. we should have let her settle in first. i get it. you guys miss her. so do i, but ma sa'nu when you talked to her she looked so confused and scared. and nete, when she was hugging you her eyes were so empty. she looked so lost. we scared her away. we had a chance to make things normal again, to be a family again and all you guys could do was be selfish and think about yourselves!! i just miss her. i want her to come back, i–" tuk couldn't even finish what she was saying as her sobs overcame her. neytiri scooped up her youngest daughter, cradling her in her arms, trying to soothe her harsh cries.

tuk had just lectured their entire family, and nobody could be mad at her because she was right. neytiri realized that she had been pushy. jake and lo'ak, too, but it wasn't because they were trying to scare you. they just missed you so much they couldn't contain themselves. they had been selfish, putting their feelings over yours once again. it was the same way they lost you last time, and now, who knows where you went or when you left. the family just remained in their ikrans nest that night, needing all the warmth they could get as they all just held each other and cried.

you didn't think you could fly any longer. it had already been a few days, and you didn't see the forest anymore. you already didn't have a lot of energy due to you being dead for two years, but it didn't help that you left with absolutely no supplies to survive on your own. everything was starting to look the same. you felt like you were going in circles, seeing the same islands over and over. the ocean water was beautiful, you had to admit, but right now, all you could think about was if it would cushion your fall if you fell off your ikran. you knew it was only moments before you passed out from exhaustion.

the world started to spin as if it wasn't already, your vision was in and out, and you felt sleepy. you were exhausted and couldn't fly another second. as your body completely shut down, you fell off your ikran and into the waters below you, your tsaheylu disconnecting in the process.

had it not been for the hunters out at three brothers rock, you would have died. they noticed your ikran flying in the direction of their mainland, assuming you were a visitor and that they would meet you when they got back to the island, but they knew something was wrong when they noticed your form plummeting from the extreme height, completely motionless. 

they only took a few minutes to have you on the rock. they were nervous about doing cpr on you because you looked to be a teenager.

"ao'nung, come over here!" the hunter in charge called over the olo'eyktans son.

"what is it?" he said, noticing the tension in the air. he looked down, seeing you unconscious on the ground. his eyes widened. where had you come from? pushing that question aside, ao'nung took in your appearance, noticing how thin and weak you looked. he didn't know what it was, but it stirred something in him. you reminded him of his little sister, tsireya. if this was her, he would want one of the hunters to save her, so he put one arm under your shoulders and another under your leg and slid into the water, calling out to his ilu. 

"i'm bringing her to my mother immediately. she looks weak. i don't even know if she'll live, but i have to try." he said before taking off as fast as he could to the mainland. he noticed above him your ikran was flying at the same pace as him, probably too worried to leave your side.

when ao'nung got home holding an unconscious forest na'vi, he received a lot of weird glances from the clan's people, but he didn't care. he rushed home, looking for his mother.

pushing the flap open to see his mother had just put the last of her herbs away, ao'nung called out to his mom. 

"sa'nu! help! i– she needs help. please." hearing her son in distress, ronal was quick to give him her attention. instructing to lay the girl on the floor, she reminded herself to ask him where he had found her, but right now, she prioritized saving your life. she tried a healing remedy that would've usually worked, but you remained motionless. ronal put her ear to your chest, your heart was beating, but it was very faint. she knew only one thing she could do now, and it was the riskiest healing remedy known by all tsahiks. it has a minimal success rate but has healed some of the deadliest injuries known to eywa.  

once the remedy was made entirely, ronal told ao'nung to get out and find his father and sister before coming back. the boy nodded, walking out to find his sister. 

when he spotted tsireya riding on the ilus with her friends, he called her over. tsireya noticed her brother looked a bit more anxious than usual, so she excused herself and walked over. 

"brother what is wro– oh!" ao'nung pulled his little sister into the tightest hug he could muster. she remained shocked as her brother wasn't really one for physical affection at all unless it was from his mother. 

"please just– don't die on me, okay? at least not anytime soon. promise me, okay?" he said, pulling back and grabbing her shoulders as he looked into his sister's eyes. she just nodded and walked alongside her brother, wondering what on earth had him shaken up like this. 

upon retrieving his father, ao'nung returned with his father and his sister in tow. when they entered the tent, you were in ronal's arms, crying your heart out. the woman just looked up to her family, shushing them as she continued to provide you comfort. hearing your cries throughout their home hurt their hearts. you cried like you were hurt like you had experienced grave pain, and it was coming back to haunt you. 

from this moment on, the family decided they would take you in. they didn't know who or where you were from, but they wanted to heal you of this pain. their hearts hurt hearing how much pain your heart had to endure. there's a reason why eywa brought you to them, and they were not about to let you go.

you had been living amongst the metkayina clan for about half a year now. you weren't even recognizable from when you had arrived at the clan. when you got here, you were thin as a twig, you never had the energy to do anything, and you cried yourself to sleep every night. now, you had filled out your form, even gaining a bit of muscle from adapting to the metkayina ways. you had also completed your iknimaya, which meant you were allowed to get a tattoo. you choose to get two. the pain was well worth it, though, because once your leg sleeve and arm tattoo were complete, you couldn't have been happier. 

you finally felt like your life was worth living again. you no longer cried yourself to sleep; instead, you snuck out with your brother and sister, going to the small island where all the young na'vi hang out. you were finally happy. the great mother had brought you home. she had returned you to your family. 

the only odd thing was your dreams recently. you dreamed of the forest, of nantangs, woodsprites, and ikrans. things that have nothing to do with the metkayina. it was weird. you felt like eywa was trying to shove memories in your brain, but you were so at peace with your life that you disregarded it, too caught up, in reality, to be bothered by silly dreams. 

you loved life on the beaches, in the sand, underwater, just taking in the beauty of awat'alu as you sat on a rock. at the same time, you watched ao'nung, tsireya, and rotxo playing on their ilus in the water. they were splashing each other, just taking time to be the teenagers they knew they'll never be again. you were about to cannonball in the water to join them when you all heard the horns of the clan being blown, announcing new arrivals. 

you all stopped what you were doing, looking toward the screeches you heard. you knew that sound, that was bob, jake's ikran.

wait a minute… what?

whos jake?

‘jake sully’ said a voice in your head. you recognized it as she had spoken to you once before, but you couldn't remember where. 

why is this name coming to your head right now? you felt your wrist being grabbed by your sister, tsireya. she dragged you to the beaches of your clan's home, where everyone else had gathered. you stood behind your father, tonowari, as you continued to think about the name that came to your head. who is jake sully, and why did you just remember his name? 

"my children, ao'nung, tsireya, and–" tonowari paused, looking to his side at his children, realizing one was missing, until he turned around and realized you were just hiding behind him. 

"–and my youngest, y/n, will teach your children the ways of our home, so you do not suffer the burden of being useless here," tonowari stepped aside, pushing you in front of him, so the family who had arrived could see you. 

you looked up to make eye contact with the first person you spotted.

"tuktuk." the words were quiet from your mouth. the little girl, who had her head tucked into her mother's neck, perked up when she heard the nickname you used to call her.

"kiri, cut it out. that is not funny!" tuk said, looking at her sister, offended she would play a sick joke on her like that after they had just left their home. 

jake and neytiri decided to move their family from the omatikaya clan, deciding that being there reminded them too much of you. it hurt to continue to live on the soil that you died on. so they up and moved their whole family elsewhere, flying towards warmer air and gorgeous waters. they fully expected to be able to find uturu with jake being toruk makto and their war being over. what they hadn't expected to see was their dead runaway daughter standing amongst a sea of teal na'vi.

slowly walking towards the family, tonowari called out to you, but ronal placed her hand on her mate's chest, telling him to shut up and watch what was happening.

"tuktuk," you repeated as you walked towards the girl. when tuk realized that the voice was coming from in front of her and not behind her, she turned her head around, her yellow eyes meeting yours. 

"y/n!!" tuk practically dropped herself from her moms' arms, running up to you. 

you met her halfway, falling to your knees, pulling your little sister into a hug, her face in your neck as you supported her head. as you looked at each one of them, their names, faces, and memories came back. you remembered everything. 

"and you're neteyam, and lo'ak and kiri!" when your siblings heard you say their names, it was like a switch in them flipped. within seconds they were all in the sand hugging you and tuk, crying because you finally remembered them. 

you pulled back from the hug, looking at the two people who hadn't joined the hug yet. 

"sempu," you said, reaching your hand out to jake. he didn't even try to conceal his tears as he allowed himself to join his children in their hug. 

your mother still stood there in awe. neytiri was scared. she was the reason you left last time and didn't want to scare you away again, so she just stood with tears rolling down her face, not knowing what to do. for the first time in her life, neytiri didn't know what to do. 

you could see the hesitation in her eyes. but you were confused as to why. neytiri was the only one who treated you right before you died… so why is she the last to come to you.

"mom?" you called out to her, but she didn't move. did she not want you anymore? has she gotten used to the family without you? 

you tried once more, refusing to lose your family again. "sa'nu, please." a tear rolled down your cheek, looking into your mother's eyes. you saw all the hurt and stress, everything she had to endure while you were gone. 

hearing you call her sa'nu was the last push neytiri needed before she fell to her knees and joined her family's embrace. you have returned. you returned to your family, and you were safe. everyone pulled back from you, taking in your appearance. you had matured a lot since the last time they saw you. you and neteyam were about the same height now, but your muscles surpassed his due to all the swimming you do. 

you noticed that he had noticed too, and you just nudged his shoulder with your own, "do not worry, twin, i will teach you everything you will need to know. maybe you will grow up to be big and strong like me," you teased your twin. neteyam rolled his eyes, laughing along with you. 

"woah! y/n, you have a tattoo?" lo'ak asked as he looked at your left leg. you just laughed at his silly question. of course, that's the first thing he asks you. 

"she has two! there's one on this arm as well," kiri said, holding out your right arm so they could see the tattoo that you had there as well. 

"no fair, mom, i want a tattoo." tuk said, whining to her mother. neytiri laughed at her daughter's statement and just pet her head, moving her braids out her face. "maybe when you're older, tuk," she said.

"babygirl," your father grabbed your attention. "i just want you to know that we are all so sorry for how we treated you before you past–" you cut your father off, shaking your head. 

"it is in the past. the great mother may have returned my memories but it is me who gets to choose which ones to remember. i want to leave the past behind me. i have found a new home here. new peace. a found family who loves me dearly. i don't want you guys to feel like you have to atone to anything. eywa has given us a new start, so i think we should welcome it with open arms instead of trying to mend that has already been healed," you really had matured in your time away from the sullys. 

they all looked at one another. if that was what you wanted, they would be sure to leave the past in the past so they can embrace the chance to make things right with you. 

you stood, the rest of the sullys following. you walked back over to tonowari and ronal, pulling them into a hug. 

"just because my memories have returned does not mean that you are not my family anymore. you have all helped and healed me from wounds that i did not know i had so i can only thank you, sempu, sa'nu. you guys are my found family and i would not trade you for the world." smiling up at your other parents. Wow, this is gonna get confusing, but you were more than excited to have two families. 

you looked over and pulled ao'nung and tsireya into the hug as well. "you guys, too, thank you so much," you said to your siblings. they couldn't do anything but hug you back. you may not be their biological blood, but they could care less. you are now one of their people. ronal and tonowari will always see you as their daughter, and ao'nung and tsireya will always see you as their sister. you will always be family to them. 

you and tsireya decided to guide the sully family to their new home, as ronal had allowed them to stay. you noticed that lo'ak was eying your sister up quite a bit and decided that you would tease him about it later. you were just happy to finally feel at peace. you finally had the family, the life you had dreamed of. 

you couldn't do anything except thank eywa for all the good she brought into your life. 

‘you're welcome, my child.’ it was the same voice that you heard earlier. when you realized that she was responding to your thanks, if you finally clicked whose voice you were hearing. 

it was eywa.

she was with you. she had always been. throughout this journey, she made sure to stick by your side. that was something that you couldn't be more grateful for. 

‘be free my child, allow nothing from here on out to hold you back. you are meant to live a happy life, and now you are able to do so.’

[jikagu]

FERRIS WHEEL

pairing: bachira x fem!reader

summary: you guys went to the local festival/fair with your guys' best friends. who knew that this festival would get you fucked against tinted glass?

notes: uhh semi-public? oral (m), oral (f), choking, picture taking, unprotected sex, praise and degradation, fingering etc, mature audiences only.

SHORT DRABBLE

"i wanna go on that ride!" bachira points at the biggest ride that there is, everyone shaking their head quickly.

"no." chigiri frowns, hitting bachira on the head.

"well, then what can we do?" the short male pouts, looking at you.

"um, i don't know, ask isagi, maybe he has an idea?" both you and bachira turn to him as he hums.

"hm, what about the ferris wheel?" he proposes with a shrug. to be honest, you guys did everything at this festival already except for the ferris wheel.

"sure, i'm game." bachira said, coming behind you with a hug.

you guys agreed that isagi and chigiri will go in one, and you and bachira will go in the other. there wasn't really a line that you'd expect from a huge festival and it really only took you all 20 minutes to get in.

"i've never been on a ferris wheel before." bachira said, looking out of the tinted windows. "i can barely see anything." he squinted his eyes.

"pretty big box." his kept talking, i guess this was his way of starting conversation.

"hm, now that you mentioned it, the windows are pretty tinted." you looked around, not really able to look out. i mean, it was dark but you'd expect to be able to see the lights from all the rides.

he sat with you instead of the opposite, laying his head on your thighs. it was kind of an awkward position for him but you thought it was fine.

once the wheel started moving, bachira sat back up straight, looking out of the window. that's when you noticed bachira's hand snaking up to your inner thigh. maybe wearing a skirt was a good idea after all...

"bachira.." you grinned, alerting his attention and as he looks back at you.

"huh? what's goin' on?" he smiles innocently, retracting his arm. as you were about to speak, the ferris wheel jolted and stopped in its place. both you and bachira tried to see what was going on, but—that attempt was more than futile.

you got a quick message on your phone from isagi saying, "ferris wheel dwn, they said like 25/30 min wait lol"

"damn." bachira frowns, acting sad. you knew it was just a facade and he had ulterior motives, but since it was down, why not have some fun with this? you grabbed bachira's hand and put it back on your thigh.

you were obviously embarrassed by this as you looked away and your face was flushed brightly. you were almost certain bachira was going to say something snarky.

"huh, you want me that badly?" he teased, his hand trailing dangerously close to your wet bundle of nerves.

"y—eah." you choked out, involuntarily spreading your legs a bit more.

"hold on baby, back against the wall." he said, moving you so you were facing towards him, legs spread on top of the seat.

"oh fuck, i—fuck." he stuttered, covering his mouth. his eyes widened looking at you.

"can i—take a picture?" he asked, eyeing your wet, dowsed panties. the pose you were in was very provocative with a bitten lip.

you nodded slowly as you heard the shutter and as he eyed the picture he took.

"you're so sexy baby, and i have you all to myself." he looked at you, and then the picture.

"you have the picture forever, but—this is a now moment. please—just hurry up and fuck me." you whined, begging.

"just wait baby, i'll get there." he grinned, it was almost like his eyes had changed to something more of lust.

he took off your panties with a low groan, looking up to you to see what you want. you quickly nodded, almost as if telling him to hurry up.

"my baby just so hungry for my fingers, aren't you?" he looked at you, opening your mouth with his thumb, putting his ring and middle finger in your mouth.

"show me what you can do." he commanded as you immediately covered his fingers with your saliva, sucking on them like you were his personal slut, only existing for his approval and validation. you moaned through his fingers, looking up at him.

"fuck, i need another picture—you look so good sucking my fingers like that like a needy little whore." he bit his lip, taking another picture.

he eventually took his fingers out of your mouth, plunging them into your pussy.

"mmh, even with my fingers you're still so tight." a groan escaped his mouth, curving his fingers inside of you making you turn your neck to the side.

"oh—baby—right there." you whined, bucking your hips and arching your back.

"fuck, fuck!" you moaned, his fingers hitting deeper. god, you forgot how long his fingers were. "so good!" you cried, gripping onto bachira's shoulders as he fingered you.

he kept curling his fingers, plunging them in and out. he knew what he was doing and it felt so good.

"good job baby, little bit more." he said, continuing for a solid minute before you came on his fingers.

"fuck! so good," you mumbled, eyeing him and his buldge.

"m' wanna make you feel good too." you panted, still recovering from your high. your chest heaved in and out as you got on your knees, you and bachira basically swapping places.

you pulled down his shorts and boxers to reveal his cock, your hand holding it in place.

"i'll make you feel good.." you sigh out before taking his cock in your mouth, toying with the tip.

"fuck baby, come on—stop teasing me." he growled, moving his hand on your head, pushing it down slightly. he didn't want to hurt you, but god damn were you such a brat sometimes.

"good job—keep going.." he encouraged, taking his cock whole now. your saliva dripped out of your mouth as you kept sucking, dedicated to make him feel good.

the way his whines escaped his lips made you almost euphoric. "mmh," you moaned, the vibrations effecting bachira, almost immediately making him cum.

you lapped up everything that came out with a smile as it dribbled out of your mouth.

"god—photogenic aren't we?" click, another picture. "god, i want to fuck you so bad." he eyed you like a predator does prey, pushing you back to the wall once again.

"yeah? then fuck me." you said, using your hand to spread your pussy open just for him, a sight for sore eyes truly.

click

he let out a guttural growl before hovering over you and pushing his cock inside of you. you let out a loud moan before bachira fucked you senseless. your eyes rolled to the back of your head, biting your lip tightly.

"fuck! h—arder!" you whine, still bucking your hips. he was going so fast on you, manhandling you. the grip he had on your thighs as he held them above your head made it to where he could hit spots you could never do alone.

you guys kept going like rabbits in heat, literally making the cart shake until bachira's cock starting twitching inside of you, a grunt coming out of his mouth.

"cu—mming!" you and him both cried in unison before bachira filled you with his cum, never feeling empty even when he pulled out.

"um, so, how do we clean this?" he panted, looking at you and your sex-drunk lewd face.

"mmh, napkins—skirt pocket," you close d your eyes, getting your breath back. as soon as you guys finished, the ferris wheel fixed itself. what perfect timing.

—

"hey guys, how'd you enjoy the ride?" isagi snickered. he more so insinuated the stop in the ferris wheel but you two turned into a stuttering mess.

[novamariestark]

He Hates You, He Hates You Not

Summary: Colombus and Wichita are tired of you and Tallahassee always at each other's throats. So they come up with the idea to lock you two in a room. What happens is the opposite of what you expected.

Warnings: 🔞, pet names (Darlin, Baby Girl), (unprotected sex), angry-ish sex, oral (f&m), piv, swearing, poorly written smut

Word count: 3604

Fandom: Zombieland

Pairing: Tallahassee x f!reader

[A/N] I don't know where this came from. It's 2:30 am so there may be some mistakes. 🤣

“Now, you listen here, Curly Fry!” you yelled through the door that had just been slammed in your face, “You open this fucking door right now, or I’m gonna kill you!”

“Shut up! You’re giving me a migraine,” the other occupant of the room spoke up.

You turned and snarled at him, “We wouldn’t even be in here if it wasn’t for you, Asshole!”

And it was true. Sort of. Tallahassee hated you and you had no idea why. He tolerates everyone else but you, he seems to hate with a burning passion, as if you were just a rotting corpse. But you being your stubborn self, gave as good as you got. A sarcastic, snarky comment from him was met with a sassier one from you.

For months, the two of you have been at each other’s throats and it seemed to get worse each time. Wichita and Colombus were fed up, so they took matters into their own hands and locked you both in a room together.

It was a dingy room, nothing very appealing to look at. Except him. When you first met him, you were drawn to him. He was attractive, he was older and he was sexy. The way his voice had a slight growl when he was angry or the way his arms flexed as he took down a zombie, made him even more attractive. But from the moment he laid his eyes on you, he kept you at arm’s length and started arguments with you over the smallest things and you couldn’t understand why.

Maybe you could find out now, but every time you have ever spoken to the man has turned into a shouting match, and you wanted out of this shithole.

But Tallahassee didn’t hate you. In fact, it was the opposite. When he first saw you, he thought you were the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen and when he first saw you take down a zombie, his attraction grew and he could see himself falling for you. He couldn’t have that. He couldn’t allow himself to have a weakness (other than Twinkies of course). So he thought that if you hated him, it would make it easier for him. It didn’t. The first argument he started was something so minute but he made it into such a huge thing that you couldn’t ignore. What he hadn’t expected was for you to fight back.

And it only made him want you more.

“Is that so, Princess?” Tallahassee replied, sarcasm dripping from his words, “If I remember rightly, you threw a can of spaghetti at my head,”

“You said you wanted it,” you shrugged.

“On my plate, not on my head, sweetheart,”

“Don’t call me that,” You spat, glaring at him. The anger you felt toward him was tangible, the air between you crackling. You wanted to punch him, or better yet, rip his stupid grin off his face.

"Why? Don't you like it?" he asked, stepping towards you like a predator closing in on its prey.

"I don't like you," you hissed, meeting his gaze unflinchingly, pushing him back away from you. This time you stalked towards him, as if he were the helpless little lamb, "You're an asshole, Tallahassee." You pushed him again, “You’ve treated me like dirt ever since I met you,” you push him again but this time he grabbed your wrists as he backed up against the table behind him, “Let go of me!”

“Not until you stop acting like a brat,”

“You would know,”

Neither of you notice that you were both moving in until your lips crash together. You're both startled for a moment, but the anger between you seems to vanish as your mouths fit together perfectly. Tallahassee's lips are soft and full, his tongue pushing past your lips, demanding entry into your mouth. You part your lips, eager to taste him, and it's like the world around you fades away. Your hands grip his shoulders, pulling him closer as he turns you to sit on the table. His hips grind against yours, and you moan into his mouth.

You're both panting, your chests heaving as you break away from the kiss. Your eyes lock, and for a moment. "What the hell just happened?" you thought, you were confused but you didn't want it to be over. You wanted to taste him again. You had to.

Tallahassee licks his lips and leans in, his lips pressing against yours again, slowly this time. His tongue sweeps into your mouth, tangling with yours as you moan, arching your back against him. He cups your face in his hands, holding you still as he deepens the kiss, his hips grinding against yours in perfect rhythm.

Suddenly, he pulls away and drops to his knees in front of you. His hands find your hips, gripping them tightly as he looks up at you with those intense blue eyes. His hands move to unzip your jeans, and with a practiced motion, they fall to the floor, leaving you in only your lacy black underwear. His breath hitches as he takes in the sight of you, and you feel a shiver run down your spine.

Then he removes your black panties, and you gasp as the cool air hits your skin. Tallahassee looks up at you, his gaze intense, and you can feel yourself growing wetter at his attention. He places a hand on your thigh, rubbing gently, and you arch your hips into the touch. "Do you want this?" he asks, his voice rough and low.

You nodded eagerly, your breath coming in short gasps as he continued to tease you. "Y-yes," you managed to say, your voice barely audible above the pounding of your heart. He smiled at your response, his gaze never leaving yours, and then he leaned forward, pressing his lips against your inner thigh. You cried out as his mouth moves higher, kissing and nipping at your skin, making you feel so sensitive, so alive.

His tongue finds your bundle of nerves and your hips jerk off the table, your head thrown back in ecstasy. He teases you with gentle sucking, using his teeth, making you moan and writhe under his touch. His other hand moves to your other thigh, rubbing, teasing, as he continues to feast on your womanhood. You feel the pressure building inside you, the need to come, to be released, and you can't help but arch your back, crying out his name. "Tallahassee!"

Finally, you feel him push a finger inside you, stretching you, filling you. It's almost too much, it's perfect. And then he adds another, thrusting slowly, relentlessly, each movement driving you closer to the edge. You can feel the muscles in your thighs tighten, the tension building, the need to come, to be free.

"Tallahassee," you whisper, your voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart. "Please..."

His fingers move faster, curling at just the right angle, hitting that spot inside you that makes you see stars. You grip the edge of the table, your knuckles white as your release rushes over you in a powerful wave. Your back arches, your hips buck, and you cry out his name, feeling the tension ease from your body. Tallahassee watches you with a mix of awe and desire, as you slowly come back to reality, your breathing returning to normal.

"Look at you, finally putting that mouth of yours to good use," you breathed heavily, watching him as he looked up at you with those intense blue eyes. You reached out to stroke his cheek, feeling the softness of his skin against your fingertips.

Your hand moved to hook under his chin, urging him off his knees. You maneuvered so that he was now leaning against the table.

"Yet yours still could use some work," he teased, a playful smile curling his lips. You could feel the hard length of him pressing against your stomach.

"Is that so?" you asked as you bit your lip. Before he could answer, your hands went to his belt, unbuckling it and sliding it off. You undid the button on his jeans and lowered the zipper, revealing his hard length. He was bigger than you had expected, and you felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness course through you.

You sank to your knees, eager to repay him for the incredible pleasure he'd just given you. Taking his erection in your hand, you wrapped your lips around the tip, tasting the saltiness of his skin. He let out a groan that vibrated against your tongue, and you felt a thrill of power course through you at the sound. Your hand moved up and down his shaft, stroking him as you took more of him into your mouth.

He tasted like fire and spice, musky and familiar. You teased him with your tongue, flicking and dancing around the sensitive head, feeling his hips begin to move, urging you on. You took more of him, stretching your mouth as you sucked, relishing the feel of him growing harder, hotter in your mouth. You looked up at him through your lashes, watching as his face contorted with pleasure, and you knew you had him right where you wanted him.

You began to bob your head, moving up and down his length, your hand curling around the base, squeezing gently. You felt the muscles in his thighs tense, felt the heat emanating from his body as he grew closer to release. You took him deeper, feeling him stretch your throat, and his hips bucked forward, pushing against your hand. The sound of his pleasure echoed in the room, filling your ears and making your heart race.

You looked up at him, watching his face as he threw his head back, his eyes squeezed shut, his teeth bared in a grin of pure ecstasy. The veins in his neck stood out, pulsing with each ragged breath he took. His hand tangled in your hair, guiding your movements, urging you on. The taste of him, the feel of him in your mouth, the sound of his pleasure... it was all intoxicating, and you couldn't help but lose yourself in the sensation.

As he grew closer, you felt the tip of his cock brush against the back of your throat, and you welcomed it, taking him deeper. His hips bucked wildly, his moans growing louder, more desperate. You could feel the heat radiating off his body, could almost taste the anticipation in the air. With a final, powerful thrust, he came, his seed filling your mouth, spilling down your throat. You swallowed every drop, savoring the salty, bitter-sweet flavor.

When you calmed down, you start to realize what happened. And you don't know why. He hated you. Why did he let this happen? You put your clothes back on and sat on the table beside him, where he still lay, catching his breath. He glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, seeming to think the same thing you were.

"Why do you hate me?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. The words hung in the air between you, heavy and charged with emotion. He didn't answer immediately, just continued to stare at the ceiling, his expression unreadable. You swallowed nervously, wishing you hadn't asked the question.

"I don't," he said, finally meeting your eyes. "I never did." His voice was rough, like he'd been screaming for hours.

"Then why?" you asked, your voice still trembling with uncertainty. "Why did you act like you did?"

"Because I was scared of letting you close." His admission was quiet, barely audible over the sound of your heart racing. "I didn't want to risk having something else those rotted assholes could take from me,"

He rolled onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow to look at you. His gaze was intense, searching your face for some sign of understanding. "I thought if I hated you, if I made you hate me, then it wouldn't hurt,"

"I understand," you whispered, reaching out to touch his arm. He flinched at the contact, then relaxed slowly as your fingers trailed lightly over his skin. "I had a daughter,"

You paused, swallowing hard against the lump in your throat. "She was 5 years old when she died. It felt like someone had ripped out my heart. I didn't want to feel that again. To let anyone close enough to do that." you looked down at your hands as they danced together in your lap, "So I do understand, believe me,"

He looked at you, his expression softening. "I'm sorry," he said quietly. "I didn't mean to hurt you."

You shrugged, trying to smile. "It's okay."

He studied you for a moment, then leaned in, pressing his lips against yours. This time it was different than before, slower and more gentle. His hand cupped your face, cradling it as he deepened the kiss, his tongue tracing the shape of your lips, teasing the seam until you opened for him, letting him in. You could feel the weight of his heart in this kiss, the desperation of someone who had been alone for far too long, who had closed themselves off. And yet, there was something else there, too: a fragile tenderness, a spark of hope that you hadn't felt from him before.

As the kiss ended, you both drew in ragged breaths, your eyes locked on each other's. You reached up, tracing the lines of his jaw, marveling at the way his stubble scratched against your skin. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your cheek, your earlobe. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "I'm so sorry for everything." You knew then that he meant it, that he was finally beginning to let go of the pain and the anger and the fear that had been holding him back.

"I know a way you can make it up to me," you said with a shy smirk, leaning in to kiss him softly.

"Oh yeah? How's that Darlin'?" He replied, his voice thick with desire. You could feel his erection already starting to harden against your leg as he moved closer.

You stood from the table and began to undress, he watched your every move with hungry eyes. As you stepped out of your panties, you turned around slowly, letting him take in your naked form.

"Come here," he growled, reaching out to pull you into his embrace. You climbed onto the table straddling his hips, feeling the hardness of his arousal against your aching sex. He cupped your breasts in his hands, teasing and pinching the nipples until they were erect and tender. "You're so beautiful," he whispered, leaning in to kiss you as he began to rock his hips up against yours.

You giggled but before you can respond, the door unlocks and in walks Colombus.

"Oh my God! My eyes!" he screamed, covering his face with his hands when he saw that you and Tallahassee were completely naked. "I-I'm sorry, I should have knocked!" he stammered, his face red with embarrassment.

"Yeah you really should have, you little cock-blocking spit fuck," Tallahassee growled, glaring at Columbus as he continued to stare at you and him, clearly mortified. "And stop staring at my girl. Get out!"

Columbus gulped, clearly shaken by Tallahassee's anger. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt anything. I just... I thought you might want to leave but I see you're okay in here."

Colombus rushed out the room, the door slamming behind him. You could hear the quickened footsteps practically running away.

"Where were we?" Tallahassee asked, nudging your hips with his. You moaned, arching into the contact, and he smirked. "Oh, right. I was about to make it up to you." He growled, his voice low and rough. He began to rock his hips harder against yours, his erection sliding effortlessly against your wet folds. Teasing you as his cock rubbed against the sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Yeah, you better," you moaned as you needily grind against him, trying to slip him inside of you. Of course, he noticed.

"Needy, baby girl?" he asked, knowing full well that you wanted him inside of you. He wanted to tease you more, but his cock twitched, aching to be buried deep inside of you. He groaned, feeling the head of his cock brush against your entrance. "I'm not gonna last long, Darlin'. You're so wet for me." He leaned in, kissing your neck, nipping at your skin.

You arched your back, pressing your breasts into his chest as you moaned his name. "Please, Tall..." you breathed, wanting him to finally fill you up. His fingers dug into your hips, guiding you as he began to push inside. There was a burning sensation as he stretched you open, but it was a good kind of pain. You moaned loudly as he bottomed out, his thickness making you feel full and warm.

He groaned, burying his face in your neck as he held you close. His hips began to move, slowly at first, but gaining speed as he found a rhythm. The table beneath you creaked with each thrust, the sound filling the room as he took you roughly. You cried out, your nails digging into his back as the pleasure built inside you.

He stilled and you were about to yell at him when he leans back on his hands, "Take what's yours, baby girl," he growled sitting back, wanting to watch you fuck yourself with his cock. You gasp and lean forward, bracing yourself on his chest as you begin to ride him, your body tight and wet around his length. "Fuck yeah," he moans, watching your breasts sway with each stroke.

"Make yourself cum on my cock, baby girl," he groaned, he took one of your hands off his shoulder and placed it on your clit, "Play with yourself, make yourself cum," he ordered, watching your face as you obeyed. You moaned, your fingers pressing down on your sensitive nub as you rode him harder.

"Oh God, yes," you moaned, your hips moving faster. Tallahassee could feel you getting closer, the tightness around his cock telling him that you were about to come. "I'm gonna... I'm gonna..." you panted, your fingers moving faster. You arched your back, crying out as the pleasure washed over you, your orgasm crashing through you in a wave of heat. Your muscles contracted around him. Your juices coating his length as you came.

You leaned forward to kiss him before climbing off him and the table. You could see the momentary look of confusion on his face when you bent over the table. Your dripping hole just patiently waiting for him to fill it once more. He let out a deep chuckle before climbing off the table and positioning himself behind you, his hands on your hips.

He leaned in, kissing the nape of your neck before thrusting forward, burying himself inside of you. You moaned, arching your back as he began to move, his hips slapping against your ass.

"That's it, baby girl. Take it," he growled, his voice thick with desire. His thrusts became faster, harder, as he lost control. The feel of your body around him, the sounds you made, the way you moved... it was too much. "Fuck, I'm close," he warned, knowing that he wouldn't last much longer.

"Let go, baby," you urged him, needing him to release into you. His hips snapped forward one last time, and he let out a hoarse cry as he came, filling you up. You felt the hot liquid spill over the entrance of your body, coating your inner walls. He leaned forward, resting his forehead against your shoulder blade as he tried to catch his breath.

You feel him pull out of you and you whimper at the loss of his heat. But then he's there, kissing your neck and murmuring words of love and affection into your ear. "I love you, Darlin'. I've always loved you." The weight of his words catches you off guard, and you turn in his embrace, looking up at him. His eyes are intense, his expression sincere.

You got dressed, your legs gave out beneath you but before you could hit the floor, Tallahassee caught you. He picked you up effortlessly and headed towards the door.

"Come on, Darlin'," he said softly, "Let's get you to bed," normally, you liked to do things on your own, you didn't need things to be done for you, but you loved the way he was taking care of you. Maybe that wouldn't be such a bad thing. Would it?

He carried you through the area where the others were. You didn't take much notice. You were tired. You vaguely remember hearing Colombus' voice.

"I need therapy to forget that,"

"There is an amazing therapist not far from here," Tallahassee replied, his tone sounding so serious, Colombus sat up, waiting to hear more about this therapist, "I believe her method is to eat your brain so you can't think anymore,"

"Ha ha, very funny," Colombus replied dryly.

The next thing you knew, you were lightly placed on a soft surface. Soon you felt the bed dip beside you. He gently moved you to lie on his chest, placing a soft kiss in your hairline. You yawned and stretched, feeling incredibly content. Tallahassee wrapped his strong arms around you, pulling you close.

"I love you, Tally," you murmured sleepily.

He let out a soft chuckle, kissing your forehead. "I love you more, Darlin'."

[the-haunted-office]

🧠 Expertise (doomsday)

Make my muse talk about one of their...

"Oho! You want to know everything about shiny rocks? You've come to the right place, my friend!" Doom says, practically hyperventilating with excitement.

Grabbing a box about the size of an old desktop computer monitor and dropping it onto a desk with a rattle of its contents, she begins plucking them out one-by-one and explaining as she goes, her mouth moving so fast and the words pouring out of her at such as speed, one better hope they're recording the whole show so they can play it back later at a slower speed.

"Okay this one I like to call the Rock of Many Faces because it changes the number of sides it has every time you turn it, see?" And she demonstrates just so, by turning it, and indeed the number of sides the rock has changes at will. "It's so fucked up, but isn't it awesome. Check it out! Look, there's five, there's seven, there's nine, there's eleven, now we're back to three, always an odd number of sides, though, I've noticed, until- ah! Just as I was about to say, always an odd number until you say so and now it's an even number- ope! And now it's odd again. It's like it wants to contradict you, pretty cool eh?"

She puts that rock down and picks up another.

"This one is the Oobleck Rock, it's actually a huge pain in the ass. It's like that stuff when you mix water with corn starch, except it looks a lot cooler, until you actually try to do something with it. Look, look, watch." She presses down on it with her hands and the rock, very green, so green it's almost glowing, seems to glow brighter and grows more solid the harder she presses on it. But as soon as she releases the pressure it falls apart into an ooze and all the color drains out of it. "What a dumb rock! But is it a rock or not? Who the fuck knows?"

She tosses it back into the box, where it rolls back into itself, trying to appear as a rock again before spreading back out all over the bottom of the box again.

"This one - or actually, it's two rocks - these rocks, I can't get them to come apart, even though I'm sure there are two of them here." Doom shows two very distinct rocks that seem to be melded together - one is yellow and sparkly, while the other is gray and dull as shit, odd for a glass rock. She pulls on the two of them as hard as she can, even tries cracking them against the side of the desk, to no effect. "What the fuck is up with that, right? Who knows, maybe they're in looooooove, ehehehe. But that's not the point, the point is they both are just ordinary rocks, at least I'm sure they are. The yellow one is cool and all, I mean, it seems nice, but the gray one is just like, this rock, you know? But maybe I'll just leave it on there because it somehow adds more intrigue to the yellow one? I don't know. I don't know, man, I'm not here to find poetry in this ugly ass rock, I'd just like the shiny one."

And it goes on like this. For hours. Hours. As long as you sit there and listen to her talk about this parade of shiny rocks, Doom goes on, talking about them. There is no escape. Later on you discover at some point you have died. Your soul has now become bound to the Office, bound to listening to Doom talk about the rocks forever. The end.

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

What's "Hunter's ed"? Is it literally just school classes dedicated to hunting?

Kinda yeah? Class instead of classes though. I took it through public school as a kid when i was uhh 8 or 9 i think, but most of it can be done online these days, except for the final field day bit.

Hunters Education (as i remember it) teaches stuff like:

firearms safety (never point it at a person, keep the chamber empty, triple check it's empty, make sure to carry it so it doesn't point at anything you don't want to shoot, TEST TO MAKE SURE ITS EMPTY by pointing it somewhere safe like a soft earth ground or thick wood and pulling the trigger before you leave the gun alone or store it or clean it, ect)

shooting safety (remember if you miss the bullet keeps going, check what's behind or around the thing you're aiming at, try to find a natural backstop like a hill or thick deep tree coverage or make sure you have a long clear line of sight, remember the bullet drops over long distance shots, remember to sight in your scopes before hunting if you use them)

navigation in the wilderness using map and compass (bane of my fucking existence)

how to gut and harvest the animal if you get one (blegh to be honest) (for the love of heck make SURE your knife is sharp and hopefully has a drop point and also a small finger guard things get slippery quick) (make a gut pile some ways away so other creatures can have it and not bother you) (mom also told me to put a sprig of a branch in the animal's mouth as a thanks and be nice to the body but that's not in hunter's ed i don't think)

awareness of land, conservation, and hunting laws (basically just hey remember you can't shoot whatever you want whenever you want and even if you could you shouldn't bc your hunting impacts the population numbers and heath so if you wanna get something next year to eat don't shoot the females with babies this year, also check your hunting area and get your hunting tags) (they don't talk about how most of the hunters we get out here aren't locals but drive in with huge trucks and multiple four-wheelers and camp out here looking for fun and a big rack, while my sister goes out on foot with her teen son hoping to get ANYTHING so we have meat in the winter) (they don't talk about how people want nice healthy animals and take those out of the population while wolves go for the sick, the unprotected young, the old, the injured, and take THOSE out of the population instead) (they don't talk about how many moose die from getting hit by fucking cars on the highways)

Aaaaaaand here is how to actually fire a gun (field day) (hateful and loud) (not actually a whole day) (spent mine with my hands over my ears bc i was used to just using a little .22 rifle for grouse and it's sooooo different when you know when the shot will come VS having it come cracking out of nowhere)

You need the hunters ed certificate before you can hunt in some units (areas) of Alaska (if your were born after a certain time) or if you're under 18 and hunting without adult supervision (reason why i took it) but i think the main point was to stop people accidentally shooting themselves or friends ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Oh hey they have a website for it actually. here is Hunter Education

[kandadiff]

Larger Than Life : Season 2

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Larger Than Life gained a huge following which boosted its participants into fame (for better or worse). We are bigger than before but not huge. but it gave nearly everyone in the show enough to be signed to one of the top 2 labels. These labels (Dynasty Studios & Revival Entertainment) are the people you want to be signed with if you want to make it big.  They signed everyone with temporary contracts.

I mean, these management groups have signed people of all professions, with a goal to bring them back home to sunset boulevard to change the direction hollywood is currently headed. These groups are chaotic in their own regard, with a cut throat mission to capitalize and win, but one thing is for sure, they promise you the same: fame and fortune. but is there really enough to go around when everyone is competing for the same thing? 

After all, it’s not all glitz and glamor . what is hollywood without its scandals , after all ? but whatever skeletons reside in your closet will be taken care of … for a price . nothing to fear . besides , it’s all worth it if it means being famous … right ?

Season 2 is all about solidifying your contract and expanding your profile while entertaining millions of watchers weather it be with your talent or drama. Welcome one Season 2!

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Note: the difference in season 2 is the house is bigger. and everyone has their own room. The floors are divided by decade from 50's on the first floor to 2000s on the 6th floor.

There are going to be activities and like before fans can vote people out & challenges will be present.

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It was no secret that when season 1 wrapped a couple of months ago. I was depressed. I was humiliated by my father, a tape of me was leaked, and I kept receiving hateful or gross messages. I was honestly surprised when people from both Revival Entertainment and Dynasty Studios approached with a temporary contact. It lightened my mood a bit but it was hard to sludge through all the negativity.

Of course, people were keeping an eye on me, trying to cheer me up or keep me out of my apartment. None, more than Robin though who brought me nearly everywhere with him and today was no exception. We were both invited to a house party thrown at an AIRBNB, thrown by Damien, to welcome everyone back into the house. Once the party was done everyone was going to head to the house.

"Try and cheer up, sis." Robin said as we got out of his new sleek black sports car. The party was already in full swing, the music could be heard from down the block and obnoxious lighting danced on the darkening sky. Some people were drinking near the front door or looked like they were waiting for people to arrive though, we arrived late ourselves. I didn't recognize a lot of the people but it didn't surprise me. Given by the state of some of these people I knew it would be a typical Damien Thorne party. debaucherous, loud and hedonistic. Maybe this would be a good time.

I spoke to soon of course because nearly as soon as we walked in and greeted the familiar faces I was met with the flushed face of some drunk idiot. "Hey, kay!" his eyes traveled down to my chest and I stepped back from him Robin quickly putting himself between me and the man. "Your tits looked fucking phenomenal on that boat." he let out a loud donkey like laugh and looked back at the group he came with. They howled in laughter.

"Fucking" Robin sighed and stepped in front of me taking my arm in his hand and looking around. He stopped when he saw a familiar face. "Hey, Austin can you get her a drink?" Though, it sounded like a question it wasn't. Austin nodded, looked over at the man then Robin and gently took my hand.

"Come on, I'll make you something myself."

I shook my head eyeing the asshole that seemed to take joy in my embarrassment. "I don't want to drink, I want to leave." Robin looked down at me pushing me towards Austin.

"No, you need a drink. Go get one." He said and I opened my mouth to speak but his jaw was tight and I knew this wasn't up for debate. I huffed following Austin and couldn't help but smile when I heard Robins fist hitting the man and the collective gasp of the people around them.

Austin lead me toward the backyard where a large bar station was held and the people could get away from the ear splitting music. I sat on the bar stool while Austin fiddled with various bottles in an attempt to make me the drink he promised. The breeze was nice and warm and people splashed around in the pool and I recognized a few people.

Jennie sat with her feet in the water in barely there bathing suit laughing with Lisa and once they saw me they whispered to themselves and giggled. I sighed and looked toward the house. Justin was smoking and drinking with Selena by the door. Tyler was dancing erratically with Bella in the threshold and I could hear Jackson laugh once the music paused for a second.

"Was everyone invited?" I asked trying to ignore Jennie and Lisa's laughing.

Austin's smile was infectious and he nodded, pouring teh finishing touches on the drink he was making. "Everyone who he heard was going to be in the house this season - or who is on the list anyway." He slid it over to me. "There you go."

"Thanks." I gave him a weak smile looking down at the red and orange liquid. "This isn't the shit you tried to serve me last year right?"

He frowned feigning offense, "Try it, I perfected it."

I crinkled my nose and shook my head. "I don't really want to drink tonight."

"None of that," he shakes his head wrapping my hand around the solo cup with his hand. "Its the last day before the house, let loose" his eyes flicker to the girls in the pool "You got friends here. We'll keep an eye on you."

I sigh looking down at the cup. Since the show ended and everything piled ontop of each other I separated myself from Damien as well. He tried to reach out but I ignored him. He even came over my apartment a few times but I never answered the door. I knew he was checking on me through Robin like I checked on him but I did feel guilty on making him deal with the tape on his own while I felt with it on my own instead of doing it together. And here I was at a party he was throwing for a place that we were going to be stick together.

"Fuck it." I knocked back the drink. I drank it as fast as I could before the taste could hit, it dribbled down my chin as I swallowed and made a face at the bitter taste.

"Thats the spirit!" Austin laughed taking my cup and starting to fill it again. I laughed at his laugh and shook my head getting off the stool to fast and nearly falling then laughing again, Austin quickly grabbed me. "Oh she laughs again!"

"Shut up" I push him away still smiling. "I'll let loose but you have to promise not to make my drinks anymore."

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One person that was happy to be there - that was happy to be at any party - was Katya. If she was going to do anything, it was dance like no one was watching. Though she was so good at it - it was hard not to look. She stood at the center of the dance floor, hitting every beat as the music played around her and the lights strobed.

She started dancing with Kassie and Sabrina but of course as more people came to the party, more and more people surrounded her. Of course she didn't mind, she thrived in a crowd. It wasn't until men started getting a little too close to her - contently forgetting she was with V. The two had made it official since the first season ended and they had been very public about it. So the sweaty men who kept flashing his 6 pack at her like it was going to impress her - was annoying to say the least. She pushed him away several times - she even stopped dancing to check her phone to see if Taehuyng was on his way to the party. He said he'd be there soon.

"Why do you keep checking your phone, little mama?" He asked looking at her chest instead of her face. She watched his eyes crawl his way down her body then back up before finally settling on her brown eyes. Katya hoped that he wouldn't be in the house tomorrow as she gave him a big clearly fake smile.

"Checking when I can stop dancing and crawl on my boyfriends dick." She said so bluntly he stopped dancing for a moment and looked at her. His lips curled into a snake-like smile and his hand tried to wrap around her waist.

"I'd never make you wait for me." He said biting his lip. She shoved his hand away.

"Gross." He moved through teh crowd of sweaty bodies towards the cooler of beer. He followed her calling out to her by the wrong name.

"Katie! Katie!"

She rolled her eyes grabbing a beer and looking around the party for an escape when she spotted the familiar red hair of Hoseok. Tae was here! She looked around excitedly for him through teh dense crowd, cursing that she didn't wear taller heels. She was only 5'2 naturally and the 5 inch heels didn't do much to elevate her in the crowd. Plus that annoying guy was still calling her Katie behind her.

She out a loud scream when she felt someone barrel into her and lift her up. She started banging on his back thinking it was that annoying muscle head when she spotted the familiar shirt he was wearing. A shirt she picked out for him and her angry screams turned into girlish squeals. "Tae!" He started walking her towards the stairs and she laughed trying to steady herself on his shoulder. "what are you doing?"

"Taking you somewhere private." He said as though the answer was obvious. "I have to show my girlfriend how much I miss her!"

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Its weird what bonds people. Sometimes its similar hobbies, colors or nursing someones bloodied fists after a fight in season one of a TV show. This was the case of Makayla and Draven. The two had gotten close after Draven fought Fletcher Irwin in season 1 of Larger than life. And it was a rough fight, one that permantanly canceled fletcher and one that cemented Draven as a badass. But it also cemented the girls as life long friends when Makayla nursed her cuts and bruises.

It also helped that the girls weren't huge partiers. Sure, they gladly came to the party tonight. After all, how could they not? It was in thaier honor partly but the loud obnoxious people that were there just because - pissed Draven off and made Makayla nervous. So the two girls danced a bit until the dance floor became too full of assholes and chilled by the bar determining to take a good luck shot together - as soon as Makayla came back from the bathroom.

"Finally," Draven laughed moving her hair from her face and holding up the two shot glasses. "I though you fell in."

"Sorry. Damien gave me something." Makayla smiled mischeviously opening her palm revealing two white pills.

"What the fuck is that?"

"Molly." She replied the smirk still on her face. Her big brown eyes stayed on Draven's face testing the shorter girls reaction. When Draven's face didn't show any feeling for or against it she questioned again. "Try it with me?"

Draven chuckled looking around them, debating it in her head. "Its better to do it in a crowd I guess." Makayla nodded. Draven shrugged and nodded facing Makayla. She opened her mouth and Makayla placed the pill on her tongue then on her own. "Cheers to Molly, mate."

"Cheers to friendship!" Makayla giggled. The girls clinked glasses and swallowed the pill with the bitter liquor coating their tongues.

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[littlefreya]

Imagine Daddy Walter has to teach his you how to suck his cock and fuck him right...like you're all innocent and don't know a single thing about nothin' except that you're mesmerized by the sight of his huge cock...

Summary: Walter decides to teach your innocent self how to use his huge weapon.

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Virgin Reader

Words: 1k

Warning: 18+, smut, corruption kink, face-fucking, gagging, blow job, cock-warming, deflowering, orgasm denial, maleDom, jealousy.

A/N: I have a thing for Walter lately, so here we go... not beta’d and I am tired as hell so sorry :(

Night Lessons

There was a shade, a ghost dancing on the glacial ocean that was his intense stare. He did not smile at you, but then did Walter ever smile? 

His thumb rolled across the muscle of his thigh, lightly stroking while his eyes licked up the sight of you standing all the way across the room with your wrists jittering and your teeth gnawing into your own cheek.

“Wanna know what I’m thinking?” His eyes narrowed slightly as if to sharpen the image, see through your skin, muscles, and bones.

You shook your head coyly, you had some idea, but you were terrified of voicing these thoughts. 

“I’m thinking how nice that little mouth will look full of my cock.”

An icy gust of wind blew down your spine audibly; you expressed your anxiety, gasping and trembling like a shaky leaf. 

“I never...” 

“Come here.” Walter cut you off, his large fingers dancing in the air to draw you near, and like a hypnotised thing, you followed, stepping toward him utterly obedient. There was a twitch in his groin, his thick, fleshy pistol swelling larger with every step you took and your lip quiver as you attempted to make his size out of the clear outlines.

His finger pointed to the floor, and with a growl, he commanded, “kneel.”

You fell to your knees instantly, your eyes glued to his. 

Reaching his hand to your face, he caressed your cheeks and then your mouth, his thumb glided over your bottom lip. The coarse pad pressed between your lips and penetrated your maw, slowly pumping in and out. 

“Never sucked a cock, huh?” he asked. 

You shook your head while gently suckling his thumb. 

“Seems like you’d be a natural,” he teased you in return and then began to fumble with his belt. “Want me to test how deep I can go before you start gagging?”

Not knowing what to do, you nodded, trying not to act too terrified, but when his fingers reached to pull out his cock, and his weapon was hoisted before you in all its glory, you couldn’t help but bite into his finger.

There was a reason why they called him Magnum at the academy. He was like one of those men you saw on porn, the ones you thought don’t exist in real life. He was both thick and long, decorated by a map of throbbing veins and clear ridges that grew around his girth. 

The mere thought of having him inside any of your orifices made your little hole jolt, and Walter must have felt your anxiety because soon, his thumb pulled from your mouth and his fingers lightly pressed at the hollows of your cheeks.

“Loosen up, yeah, like that.”

He shaped your mouth into an ‘o’ and held your jaw locked in his grasp while slowly guiding his shaft inside your mouth. 

A long guttural groan escaped him, his eyes fluttered shut as he felt the hot wetness of your cavern suffusing him. He was heavy on your tongue and briny, and inexperienced as you were, you tried to lick him inside your mouth, pushing your little muscle against his silky skin and following the ridges.

“Good girl, get me wet,” he breathed out and pressed deeper inside you. His fingers ran from your cheeks to the back of your head to slowly manoeuvre you close while he began thrusting into your throat.

Tears brimmed your eyes within minutes, a choking gag followed, but he did not stop; he cooed and ticked his tongue sweetly, further fucking your mouth. 

“Loosen up, babygirl, relax, you make me feel so good,” he chanted, “You look so precious, now, so beautiful with my cock down your throat. I’m going to slow down, and then you’re going to suck me off like a good girl, okay?”  

You whimpered an agreement and breathed in relief as he pulled back slightly and slowed down the pace, now allowing you the freedom to take the reigns. 

“Put your hand on my cock,” he demanded and took your hand in his, carefully guiding it around his swollen girth, showing you how to pump him. 

“Good, good girl, now pump me in and out, and use your tongue while you’re squeezing my cock.”

Following his instructions, you began you drew back slightly, your hand feeling clumsy around the base of his cock, your tongue trying to lap and twirl inside your mouth as you tried to mimic every porn you’ve ever seen. At first, you felt ridiculous, but Walter’s growls of pleasure and his half-shut eyes urged you to proceed with a little bit more confidence. 

With your knees scraping the carpet, you tried to think of yourself as a whore, or an actress in an adult film, your mouth full of an enormous man, bringing him close to divinity so easily. You hummed with him, moaning as if you enjoyed it as much as he did, and perhaps you did, with your lonely core twitching and throbbing to have the same treatment from him. 

Losing yourself, you closed your eyes, taking him deeper when his fingers clutched around the back of your head and pulled you away. 

“Enough!” he rasped and hauled you to your feet. Confused, you followed, letting him turn you and then set you on his thighs with your legs spread wide open. You hardly even realised how wet you were once the cool air blew upon the sticky patch of arousal that drenched your panties.

“Let’s fill up that innocent little pussy, shall we?” Walter demanded breathlessly and slipped your panties aside. 

You whimpered, unable to tear your eyes from his large cock and the heart-shaped tip that ground between your lips. ‘There was no way in hell he could fit inside!’ You thought. He would destroy you, rip you apart.

And then he did.

With a grunt, he tore you, filling you with a slow shove. Your virginal walls wailed in pain just as you did, battling him out like a feral damsel. Though he had none of it, stretching you open, he forced you to take his shape, until you were nothing but his, achingly learning to accept his sheer size.

It took forever, or at least, so you thought, until he was buried so deep you felt the pressure and swelling in your belly. Then he just stopped and wrapped his arms around your chest, bringing you close so he could nuzzle your hair and nibble your ear.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” 

“Yes!” You whispered urgently, clenching around him in dire need.Walter smiled and kissed the corner of your eye, tasting salty dampness, “not now. Now I just want you to warm my cock for a little while. You see? I am feeling so cold in here,” his fingers lowered to your petals, barely brushing against your flesh and still you hissed and pleaded.

“Keep me warm for now, maybe tomorrow I’ll fuck you, that is... if you’re not too busy flinging your ass around the guys here as if your daddy owns the place.”

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The Gift of Love (SMUT) /blurb/ (12 days of blurbs)

Alternate Title: You and Harry Try and Make a Baby in Time for Christmas

Day 8. > December 21, 2021

AN: i love some baby making smuts so i hope you do too. requested by this anon * .

{ dad!harry - husband!harry - soft!harry }

word count: 982

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You and Harry try to make a baby for Christmas.

You have three wonderful children already but you and your husband Harry have decided make one more baby before your natural body clock runs out. This time around, you planned everything out to a 'T'. You calculated when you were most fertile and the baby making begun.

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After putting your children to bed, you and Harry came into your shared bedroom. Harry goes to climb into bed, thinking its a regular night, but you pounce on him the second he's laid down. You straddle his waist and hungerly attach your lips to his. Its so strong and sudden that it quite literally takes Harry's breath away, causing him to pull back and gasp for air.

"Love, slow down. What'r yah doing? Feeling in the mood tonight I see." Harry mutters with a grin.

"Need you so bad, Harry. I'm ovulating and this is the perfect time to make a baby. A Christmas baby. Because if I get pregnant tonight, that'll mean I should know or not if the baby making worked around or on Christmas day." you reply rushed.

"You wanna make a baby right now? With me?" Harry questions knowingly, just wanting to hear you say it again because its a huge turn on for him.

"Yes, right now." you say, lightly slapping his arm, "And of course with you. Who else would I make my baby's daddy? I think no one else because you're the best around."

In a voice just above a whisper, Harry speaks, "Alright my love, I'll give you a baby. Come 'ere."

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With the lamp turned off, leaving the room pitch black, and your clothes scattered on the bedroom floor, Harry has you laid under his body in the center of the bed, slowly thrusting his hard cock into your pussy. With all the previous babies you've made together, Harry has always taken the baby making part very serious and this time is no exception. He makes you feel loved and special and defiantly an experience you won't forget.

"Feel alright, babe? Legs aren't cramping or anything?" Harry asks in panted breaths as he's rocking his body with your. And you have your arms and legs wrapped around his figure so that he's very close to your body.

"Ugh, yes Harry. I'm alright and it feels amazing. Can't wait for you to give me a baby. Want one so bad."

"Fuck, love," Harry quietly moans in your ear, "M' not gonna last if you keep talking like that."

The baby making continues and you both try to stay as quiet as possible so that your sleeping children don't awake. But's its so damn hard when you have a beautiful husband above you, fucking you so good and making your toes curl with each thrust.

As the seconds pass by, you have a line of sweat building on your forehead and the knot in your stomach is becoming tighter and tighter. You start to move your hips in sync with Harry's, allowing your clit to rub up against his hairy mound. Now both your legs are tangled under the duvet together for the fact your legs were too weak to keep hold around his waist. There's only one more thing you need, you conclude in your foggy head.

"Harry?"

"Mhm, what is it love? Are you getting close? Because I'm so close, need you to come with me." he heaves as he concentrates on both your pleasures.

"Give me your hand, please. Need to feel closer to you." you coo softly in his ear.

Harry takes the hand he had grabbing at the pillow under your head with and fumbles around in the dark until your fingers interlock. Your interlocked hands fall back and lay beside your head. Now everything feels perfect.

When you start to squeeze Harry's hand, he knows you're very close to orgasming. He lifts his head that rests on your shoulder and pecks gentle kisses around your mouth. His hips repeatedly collide with yours, making a *pat* *pat* sound that illuminates the room.

Then taking a big gasp of air, you come. Your body trembles underneath your husbands. Vaginal walls squeeze Harry's cock tightly, making his knees just about buckle. With the hand not holding his, you have it displayed on his back, clawing at the skin.

Harry soon follows and his white cum ejaculates deep into your pussy, hopefully giving you your Christmas wish. His forehead is pressed into your shoulder blade to keep his moans at bay. He has his eyes screwed shut and his thrusts become sloppy as they milk your orgasms. Then everything stops.

Your hands are still holding each others, feeling the cool metal of the weeding rings that adorn your fingers. Your chests are rising and falling fast. Harry's now soft cock is still deep within your cunt, so not to allow the cum to escape. There's no where you'd rather be than right here, in your bed with your husband who just made love to you, all in hopes of creating a little baby.

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Minutes have past and you both lay in silence. That is until Harry speaks up lowly. "Really hope we made a baby. For me to have gave you the best gift of all, love. Then combined mine and your love together, we hopefully created a little love (aka baby). But if not, I don't want you worrying or upset. We can always try again, alright."

"I hope so too. But I'm a bit sad that this could be the last time we 'make a baby' together. Because we both agreed four was our stopping number."

"Yeah but that doesn't mean we still can't have sex. Well have plenty of sex. Just not baby making sex but that's alright. I think we'll manage." Harry giggles. "Now, its time to get you all cleaned up and back into bed because you've warn me out."

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I think we all know about Levis cold exterior. It's pretty blatant and he doesn't try to hide it. So I'm sure it won't come as a surprise to know he's a hard one to get close to, especially romantically.

It's not only his stoic, stone self that makes it difficult, but it's hard for him to find the time for romance. He's a busy man, both in AoT and a modern AU.

You have to be pretty special to catch his attention, not to mention be amazing enough for him to work you into his hectic lifestyle.

Low-key huge worrier. He's lost so many people in his life that the thought of losing someone he cares about again is one of the many things that contributes to his insomnia.

Levi is a perfect yet broken man. He needs so much patience, love and space. He's definitely far from clingy and yet he has his own special ways of showing he cares.

Ideal dates

Levi feels the most comfortable somewhere quiet. Away from hustle and bustle, noise and, well... people.

Thrives in solitude, so somewhere where its just the two of you is probably what would go down.

His chances of asking you on a date if you just met are pretty slim. He'll have to know you for a little while. He's just not interested as he has other things on his plate right now. A plate that just never seems to empty.

A walk in a quiet park. Stargazing. Maybe even hosting you at his place. It's so casual and he's so normal about the whole thing, you'll probably second guess if it's even a date.

But, if Levi Ackerman is spending alone time with you and its not work related... its probably a date. His independence is very precious to him, so he choses his company with precision.

Always smells and looks good. As we know, he's super clean. You just aren't human if he picks you up for a date and you don't get instant butterflies from his aura alone.

Won't ever make a move on the first date. He's testing the waters.

Have a kind heart and he'll adore you. He definitely doesn't do PDA except maybe placing his hand on the small of your back.

Modern AU

Totally see him being a snazzy business man in a modern AU. His dream of having his own tea shop always on the horizon. But Levi has to keep himself busy at all times, else the darkness within his mind will catch up to him. It always will be one day, with Levi.

Perhaps you're the one to get him there, to help piece this broken man back together as best you can.

In a modern AU he is beyond happy that vacuums and anti bac exists. He doesn't know how he'd cope without it.

Total fuck boy in his early 20s. He doesn't know how to fill the void within him. Has so much healing to do, it's so sad.

Erwin is destined to be his mentor, and helps him see the light more. Their bond stretches across multiverses.

Drives a black car with leather seats. A good collection of watches. Levi likes to look good and he pulls it off so good.

Gets acupuncture to help with his insomnia. A lot of herbal tea too. It helps a little but nothing substantial.

NSFW

Post fuck-boy phase, Levi is a gentleman when it comes to between the sheets. He inherently knows a way around another humans body. He's an extremely passionate and sensual lover; he'll absolutely blow you away.

If you want graphic detail of Levis junk, you can read and see it here.

Always, alwaaaays has a nice, thick load for you. And there's plenty of it.

He's the most vulnerable both when he's tossing and turning trying to sleep and after sex.

Amazing with his mouth and fingers, very attentive to what you like and don't like, all from the reactions you give him, no matter how subtle he can pick up on it.

Stamina is out of this world.

Heavy panting, the odd grunt and a bark when he cums is what you can expect to hear while he's fucking you.

Kinks

Levi has a praise kink, certainly. He adores telling you how beautiful you are. He thrives off making you feel like the king/queen you are.

On the flip side, with how hard he has it, he loves it when you take care of him. Let him relax. Give him oral. Ride him. Massage his aching neck and back. He'll be putty in your hands.

Shower sex. Obviously. You know.

Ride his face. His groans if you do are out of this world. His slender finger tips will dig into your ass and his sighs are like music to your ears.

Has a thing for watching you touching yourself before stepping in and taking over. It really revs his engine.

Aftercare

If Levi loves you, his aftercare is second to none. Soft kisses, embraces, whispering how gorgeous and perfect you are.

Will carry you to the shower and will change the sheets while you're in there.

Brings you a tray of food too. Fruits, yoghurt and tea.

Massages if he was a little more rough than usual. Usually after a particularly stressful day.

Levi is a beautiful person inside and out. He's just in so much pain and anguish. You need to take extra special care of this lovely human being ❤

[jean-kayak]

Anon Request: Okay but the thicc black gf hc’s got me like 🥵

Can I request a pt. 2 with Atsumu, Daichi, Kyotani, and Kuroo saying “Let’s get married” after getting blessed with the Wap? 🥺

Characters: timeskip!Miya Atsumu, Daichi Sawamura, Kyoutani Kentaro, Kuroo Tetsurou

A/N: Lmao, I did not expect those to do so well lmao, so here you go

Part one is here

🏐Coming straight out the gate with hickies

🏐This man loves to cover you in marks, I mean, there's so much of you, how could he not?

🏐He spends a huge portion of his time biting and sucking at your skin, darkening the marks that are starting to lighten or putting more marks on an empty part of your skin

🏐He loves the feeling of your thighs squeezing his head when he goes down on you, and he does this a lot

🏐He also can't get over how soaked you get when he goes down on you, and he definitely feels like he might drown, but if that's how he goes out 🤷🏽‍♀️

🏐If he comes home after a game and you're just in his jersey, he'll fuck you wherever you are, this could be the living room, kitchen, bathroom, it does not matter

🏐He's a thigh and ass man so expect him to constantly give them a little slap and they're random too especially if they're exposed

🏐The only place you're allowed to sit is his lap, no exceptions

🏐Expect him to always have his hands on you no matter what you do, he'll rub all over your body, sometimes not even knowing he's doing it

🏐He promises that he already was falling in love with you after the first time you gave him head

🏐You just wanted to help him relieve some stress after a hard loss. And girl did you

🏐He's never cum so fast in his life, and he's pretty sure he blacked out in the middle of it

🏐The first thing he remembers is how amazing your mouth felt around him and the last thing he remembers is his orgasm literally feeling like he was hit by a mac truck

🏐The first time y'all fucked he thought he was being sent to another world

🏐He let you take the reins, letting you sink down on him, but he was so overwhelmed by how tight and wet you are that it didn't last long

🏐So, it isn't long until he's flipping you over so fast that you're almost dizzy from the movement, and he's gripping your thighs as he pounds into you like a mad man

🏐The only thing he can really focus on is how your slick is soaking him and the bed and on the fact he's about to cum embarrassingly fast

🏐He tries to holds back, but it's he swears it's impossible, and he cums so hard that he literally falls on top of you

🏐He's a little ashamed that he finished so fast, and this man has the audacity to act sheepish as he lifts his head up with a chuckle

🏐"So, how ya feel about getting married?"

🏅Always makes you sit in his lap after a long day at work, loves rubbing all over your curves

🏅And if he gets really relaxed, he gets really handsy 😏

🏅Having the comfortable weight on top of you always makes him feel relaxed, like everything that was weighing him down just lifts away

🏅So, you'll just be sitting there absentmindedly watching TV or scrolling on your phone, and he'll suddenly move you so that you're straddling him

🏅One hand'll be rubbing your hip softly while the other works its way into your shorts

🏅The lazy, tired look in his eyes goes dark because he still can't get over how wet you get in such a short time

🏅He instantly gets hard at the sight of his hand and his wrist shiny with your slick when you cum, his dick straining painfully against his pants

🏅And you can still see a hint of tension and stress in his shoulders, so you make it your job to get rid of it

🏅He's more than happy to help you get his pants and briefs down his legs, his dick slapping against his stomach

🏅And literally, all you do is swirl your tongue around the head, and he's already melting

🏅He literally hasn't been able to comprehend how amazing your head game is lmaooo

🏅Like it literally takes nothing, and he's already cumming down your throat

🏅His body is literally sunk into the couch like you sucked the life out of him

🏅And he still can't even get over you when he has sex with you

🏅He doesn't even know where to start lmao

🏅It literally takes a small amount of foreplay and you're already soaked, nearly no resistance when he slides into you

🏅And he almost cums from that alone

🏅He actually has to wait for a few before he moves, wanting to make sure that it's as good for you as it is for him

🏅He doesn't even try to fight the noises that come out of him when he finally does move and he can't help but be vocal at how warm and wet you are around him

🏅He cums after a few thrusts into your soaking cunt, his body going limp also

🏅"Yeah, I'm marrying you."

😠The first time he met you, he definitely was stuck in time for a little bit

😠When you guys start dating, he's petty and rubs it everyone's faces (mainly Iwaizumi lmfao)

😠And he couldn't help but stare at you, his mind distracted his whole game

😠Koganegawa finally noticed that he was staring at you so he introduced the two of you

😠He tried to tone down his angry persona that he gives off, and he was surprised to find that it didn't really scare you off

😠His favorite part about you is everything because there's so much of you, but if he had to pick, it would be your ass

😠You can practically feel his eyes boring into you when you walk around

😠He loves to lay on your ass, it's the first thing he does when he gets out of the shower after his games. He's actually fallen asleep multiple times 💀

😠When he's angry after a tough game, he'll take it out on you by eating you out like you're the last meal on Earth

😠He always groans loudly whenever he sees how ridiculously soaked you get no matter how many times he goes down on you

😠He also can't help how loud he is whenever you go down on him

😠It literally takes like a few bops of your head, sinking him further into your mouth and he already feels his orgasm approaching

😠His hands instantly grip your hair, fucking your throat

😠And you're surprised when it seems like he's pulling you off of him like a second later, his body tensing as he cums

😠He's a little embarrassed that he came so fast, but it's literally the best head he's ever had, and he tells you that as you have to tell him that there's nothing wrong with that lol

😠But then he had sex with you, and that's when he thought you would kill him

😠He was already in awe at how you seem to be soaking wet in no time, but when he slid into you, it felt like the air had been punched out of his lungs

😠He can't help but ram into you, not wanting to be away from the euphoria of your pussy for long, and he can't help but look down to see how you suck him back in every time

😠And he feels his climax coming faster than when you sucked him off, and he usually doesn't moan, but he feels like he can't do anything else but

😠He feels lightheaded when he cums, and he finishes so fast that he feels his face heat up even more as he hides it

😠He'll become so shy lol. "Wanna get married?"

🧪He had some event that he was supposed to go to for work that he did not want to go to, but he had to

🧪He's pretty bored, deciding that in the next ten minutes he's going to get out of there, but then his eyes land on you

🧪He's pretty sure his eyes are bugging out of his head, and he's already making his way over to you almost immediately

🧪He's more than ecstatic when you seem to feel the same way, feeling a lot better about coming to this stupid thing when he leaves with your number

🧪He's trying to be a smooth talker, but he finds it nearly hopeless as his eyes roam shamelessly over your figure while wondering why he's never heard of you before

🧪After you start dating, he's always coming home from a stressful day at work and flopping on top of you, burying his face in your boobs

🧪"Tetsu, can you breathe?" He only shrugs, keeping his face down. "Doesn't matter."

🧪He'll lay in between your thighs all the time, sometimes you'll wake up and he'll be between them either watching TV or on his phone

🧪He was already smitten with you and how you looked, but the first time you gave him head, he really was about to buy you anything you wanted for the rest of your life

🧪You had barely done anything but it seemed like you were doing so much at the same time, having so many things to focus on

🧪He didn't know whether to focus on your tongue swirling around him or how deep you took him, but all he knows is that he's cumming instantly

🧪You actually have to check on him because he's not really moving, claiming that you killed him 💀

🧪Another thing he has trouble figuring out to focus on is when he goes down on you

🧪He loves when your plush thighs squeeze his head, warming his ears, but he also loves how much slick you're producing, coating the entire lower half of his face

🧪Sometimes you don't know if he goes down on you for his pleasure or yours because sometimes he's louder than you are

🧪He also loves when your taste literally floods his tongue, and he could literally stay in between your legs for hours

🧪But he really thought you might kill him when you finally sleep together

🧪He already thought you felt amazing around his tongue, but when he very easily enters you, he lets out the loudest moan

🧪He can already feel his orgasm coming at how wet you are and how your walls are pulsing around him

🧪He cums ridiculously fast, and if you don't cum he will definitely make it up to you because of how good you made him feel

🧪"So, I'm gonna need your ring size for when I propose to you."

[stray-kids-react]

Having a long tongue

Nsfw + Daddy kink

Masterlist

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Bang Chan

° Can't help but love your tongue, the way it sends a new wave of pleasure to his side of the experience. The blowjobs, the kisses, the finger sucking, and teasing is all enhanced from your tongue.

° Noticed your long ass tongue when you first became close, Felix daring you to touch the tip of your nose with your tongue. Chan's innocent thoughts soon turning too hot too handle in public.

° Will stuff his fingers into your mouth while pounding into at an intense pace, likes when you gag on them and become teary. It gives an innocent look to you that he wants to demolish.

° Will only respond to daddy when you want something more or something else in your mouth... *cough get that dick hunty cough*

° Will almost always cum on your tongue, it's just a perfect spot to admire the mess afterwards. Plus it's the spot with the least amount of chances to get onto the sheets.

° If you're needy and need him to feel the same way. Literally just lick a popsicle or sucker while looking at him, ending the taste test with a long pop from your lips.

Lee Know

° Loves your tongue and has since he first stared dating you, especially it is sensitive when ever he sucks on it or battles his own with yours. Lives for your muffled moans, sending his ego into another dimension.

° You were both playing around, tickling each other and stealing each other's food. When you lightly licked his cheek so he'd let go of you, only getting a much different reaction then what you were expecting.

° Hard Dom 100% when on top, and will order you to lick down his chest all the way to the place he needs you most. Thrusting up into your wet cavern as look up at him with teary eyes from gagging slightly.

° Slight degradation, calling you his little slut and teasing you til you are practically in tears from cumming so close many times.

° Will usually cum on your stomach area, swiping some of it with his fingers and gently placing them into your mouth. That usually ignites a round two.

° Giggles half cutely and half teasingly, when you're on your knees tongue out. Begging for a taste of him, lust over coming dignity or any patience left in you.

Changbin

° Your first time having sex together was all started by you eating a popsicle, your tongue drive him nuts and he couldn't look away from you even if the bulge in his pants was becoming very uncomfortable.

° Will steal food from you, even if it is in your mouth. He doesn't hesitate, and likes the feeling of his tongue against yours. He doesn't want to make everything seem lustful, but you're tongue is so tempting.

° 👏Hand 👏Mother 👏Fucking👏Cuffs. And sometimes a gag. Likes the sight of you drooling all over your self as your roughly pounded into. You get flustered sometimes, so he'll cuff you so you don't try to hide.

° Probably hella kinky not going to lie, so will be into anything except for something gross or very painful. But is pretty open for kinks.

° When he's close, he'll take your gag out and replace it with his own tongue, muffling both of your moans when you are cumming. Likes the small string of saliva when detaching.

° Your tongue turns him on immensely and he has accepted that fact, telling you when he's so close to pouncing on you and fucking you dumb until you can't even walk.

Hyunjin

° The mixture of your perfect tongue and his perfect lips equal and amazing night, he use to be your best friend before you two started dating. And he secretly always wondered what you could do with that tongue.

° When topping he is a soft and sensual Dom, he's not hard or wants to see it as fucking. Rather making love with the person he loves most, you always melt at how he calls it love making. It's so hot yet cute.

° Into ahegao (eyes rolled back, tongue out of mouth like in hentai), he just thinks you look so cute with your tongue hanging out in pleasure. Even though he's more of a soft Dom, that face makes him question it.

° Loses his shit when ever you try to tease him your tongue, will stop you because he knows he will not last long if continued.

° Doesn't want to be messy with cum, mostly because you're both tired after how many rounds you've had. But if he lands any near your face, he'll lick/kiss it off of you.

° If you ever want another round, simply take some of the juices from either of you. And lick it off of your fingers, and stare right at him. It'll make him shy but also turned on.

Han

° May be a soft and squishy guy, but has hard Dom tendencies. Even into the daddy kink, which you do not mind at all. You admire how he can switch to someone totally different when he wants to.

° Probably into roleplay and soft looking lingerie, most likely pinks and whites. But doesn't mind the occasional black leather lingerie either, both endings involve you screaming his name.

° Likes when you leave hickeys on him and lick the marks afterwards, he just finds your mouth and tongue hot in general. You notice the effect on him and sometimes will tease him about it later on.

° When he's topping, don't even try to tease. He'll tease you much worse by constantly edging you on or overstimulating you.

° Will let you decide when you want the cum, usually asking for some in your mouth. You know he likes to claim you, and the sight this would drive him insane. Which you love.

° He'll go back to his soft and playful self during aftercare, unless you want something more. You have a better chance with using actions rather than words to tell him that.

Felix

° The biggest switch on here, will switch between a soft giddy Dom and a needy shy sub. His voice and visuals can be rather... Fucking hot as hell. But he's a huge soft cuddle bug who is a total sunshine.

° Was teasing you when he beat you in a game, sticking out his tongue. When you licked it quickly, his eyes widening at first. But slowly becoming darker by each second, the game was forgotten about rather quickly.

° Into pet play, especially when you wear those tail butt plugs. He'll be giggly and shy when seeing you like this, but he'll still ruin you until you can't walk. Even if he doesn't mean to go so hard, it just happens.

° Loud in bed, so you usually have to quiet him town with kisses, especially French kissing since you love how he sucks your tongue. He's sensitive when it comes to sex in general, so calling him daddy will ruin him.

° Doesn't like being too serious, wanting the experience to be pressure free and only full of pleasure and pure love.

° If you drool during anything, he'll playfully lick it off your chin. Dragging his tongue into your mouth for more kisses, he enjoys the way you look when you're so close.

° Adores you most when you're not trying hard to be sexy, wearing one of his Tshirts and nothing else will lead to one of the best nights you've ever had.

Seungmin

° Gets the most shy and flustered out of all of them, he still enjoys making love. He just will get quite shy and bashful when it is starting to happen, especially if you are the one who makes the first move.

° Noticed one of your posts on Instagram had your tongue sticking out, he never noticed how long it was. And his thoughts went into a long and teasing cycle of horny scenarios in lung your tongue.

° Likes when you tease him by sticking your tongue out or doing ahegao face, knowing you won't win when you are both in private. He luckily has great composure and patience when it comes to your teasing.

° Once put his tongue flat against yours during a very heated make out session after a fight, that turned the kiss into more.

° Usually a soft shy Dom who isn't overly vocal, unless you have been a brat and disobeyed your daddy. Which happens occasionally when you want a hard dom.

° Doesn't clean up until you've both gotten some sleep and rested after the exhausting sessions, especially if you bright out his inner hard Dom demons.

Jeongin

° He is generally a soft baby with a slight sassy edge to him when he wants, which can show when it comes sensual moments such as sex between you two. He's a soft Dom with some hard Dom tendencies.

° He nicknamed you his pup due to your long tongue, which gradually made its way to the bedroom. The tone of the nickname much different from what it originally sounded like, but you weren't complaining about it.

° Was a cautious and gentle at first when you both started the next step into the relationship, but now he's rather confident in his skills and has found out what effects your the most.

° Still pretty gentle and cautious, but has been more open about hsi kinks such as the daddy kink that you use against him.

° He prefers being clean with cum, and going somewhere very private so there are no chances of getting caught of video taped. He is the only one who sees you naked.

° A bit possessive and will constantly leave marks across your body, and swelling your lips with intense kisses. He likes the way your tongue sticks out slightly afterwards.

[10velyroses]

Sweet like candy

♡ Pairing: Juyeon x fem reader

♡ Summary: You and your best friend decide to play a game and it gets a bit of hand

♡ Warnings: smut, oral (f receiving), marking, blindfolding (for like 2 seconds sorry) Praising, mostly Juyeon being a huge tease.A tiny bit of dry humping.

♡ Request: Yes but there might be a part 2.

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Open mouthed kisses are pressed to your neck, light as a butterfly's wings. Hickeys are marking some of your skin, your best friend's mouth keeps making you gasp. You can't see anything, a blindfold is covering your eyes. It makes anticipating the next kiss so much harder.

You know you should be stopping him from going further, you definitely should. Except that you can't bring yourself to do it. You're, in fact, doing the exact opposite, tilting your head to the side to give Juyeon better access to your neck. Your body has a mind of its own

"Stop thinking so much Y/N." he murmurs against your skin and you can feel him smirking at how your body reacts to his touches. Your best friend marks his way down the side your neck slowly, hickeys decorating the skin.

"We-We shouldn't do that. It might ruin our friendship." Juyeon pulls away when you say these words, removing the blindfold, allowing you to see the frown on his face.

"Do you want me to stop ? If you really want to, I will." You stay silent, you're worried about the consequences. But, you also really want him. All of him. His work on your neck left you wanting more.

"Y/N ? You can say it, I won't be mad or anything okay ? It's important for me to know you're okay." You're snapped out of your thoughts. He knows you so well, it makes your heart melt.

"I want it. I want you Juyeon, I'm just...worried..."

His fingers gently grab your chin, making you look at him. "Whatever you decide, I'm always gonna be your best friend, that won't change I promise. You know that right ?"

You nod, a soft smile tugging at the corner of your lips. You trust him, Juyeon has always been extremely supportive, always honest and gentle with you. You have no reason to doubt his words. And truth be told, you do want to feel his lips on your skin a lot more.

"I want you"

Your voice is barely a whisper, as if saying it out loud would shatter the moment. Juyeon hears you though and immediately starts kissing your lips softly. He is testing the waters and a sigh of relief escapes him when you kiss him back.

When his lips leave your mouth to move down the side of your neck, where he had stopped moments before, you whimper weakly.

"Do you like that ?" he sucks the skin where your shoulder meets your neck and you bite your lip in an attempt to muffle your moans.

Your best friend slides his hands under your shirt, helping you remove it as well as your bra. You expected to feel shy but you're surprisingly not, as he removes his own shirt. He is so beautiful, you can't stop looking at him.

"Like what you see babe ?" You nod and he grins, a teasing glint in his gaze.

" Cat got your tongue ? Why don't you let me hear that pretty voice of yours?"

You answer him positively, and he resumes his actions, painting your skin in hickeys. Marking your body in places only you will see, a reminder for later.

You love the feeling of his mouth on you, how he grazes his teeth against one of your nipples and uses his fingers on the other. You can feel yourself get wetter as time goes on and he finally runs his hand across your still clothed core.

"You're already so wet for me, what a good girl." he continues rubbing your clit over your jeans and underwear, making you whine for more.

"Let's get you out of these shall we ?" the boy suggests, his fingers helping you remove the last pieces of clothing from your body.

Juyeon engraves the sight before him in his memory, you're breathtaking, laying down completely naked on his bed. A sight for his eyes only.

"God you're so fucking beautiful. You look like an angel. An angel all for me to corrupt." And with those words, he spreads your legs open to settle between them. Juyeon's sinful, lust-filled eyes gaze at you from between your legs.

He licks a long stripe against your folds, and you gasp. The boy is still looking at you, watching you on your way to come undone for him. "Is it still okay angel ?" he asks you as he moves to suck on your clit, gliding a finger along your entrance, chuckling when he sees you buck your hips up for more friction.

Once Juyeon actually uses the combination of his fingers and his mouth on your wet pussy, you know it's game over for you. He builds up your climax and instantly slows down when you're at the edge, making you beg for your release, not just once, but twice.

"Please, please let me cum again, please!"

-"I don't know, do you think you deserve it ?" his fingers are moving agonizingly slowly, thrusting in and out of your dripping core. Your legs start trembling, your second high is so close you might accidentally climax.

"Yes ! please Juyeon" you whimper and for the second time that night, he tells you to cum for him. Your orgasm washes over you like a wave, your legs are shaking and your pussy tightens around the 2 fingers he continues thrusting inside.

The boy fingers you through your orgasm and pauses once you've stopped shaking. He pulls his fingers out, subsequently making you whine at the feeling of your core being empty.

Juyeon's demeanor becomes soft again, his lips gently moving against yours, murmuring praises in between kisses. He rolls over, making you straddle him as he lays down, his cock is impossibly hard against you.

Feeling bold and even needier than before, you start marking your best friend with your mouth, leaving hickeys all over his neck as you roll your hips against his. A moan escapes him and he sounds oh so beautiful that you grind your hips again.

"If you keep doing that I'm gonna cum princess" he says breathlessly against your lips. You grin at him, rolling your hips against his clothed hard on again. The rough fabric of his jeans is causing your pussy to get even wetter.

"Angel, if I were you I would stop teasing" the warning in his tone is clear as day and while a part of you wants to keep going, to tease him until he has enough and snaps, you decide to be good and obey.

"Juyeon, please" you plead in between kisses, sending a chill down his spine. He could make you beg for hours and hours, repeatedly teasing you until all you can do is beg for him to finally fuck you.

"Please what baby ? Be a good girl and tell me what you want, maybe I will give it to you."

[lazywonderlvnd]

*hesitantly steps in the box* Umm.. soo.. I was listening to Cruel Summer by Taylor Swift again and that song (is awesome btw if you haven't listened to it already) just gives me such MAJOR drarry vibes .. like -

" And I screamed, 'for whatever it's worth I love you, ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?' He looks up grinning like a devil. "

Like if that's not drarry I'd chomp my pillows. So .. *twiddling thumbs* could you pls write something with that line as a prompt?? Pretty please 🥺🥺🥺❤️❤️❤️ maybe use the song as inspiration.. idk? Whatever you like. ALSO, don't forget I STILL LOVE YOU that ain't changing yet and you haven't seen the last of me! Imma tail after you for eternity and you better take that as the threat it is! *throws love at you* BYE!! ❤️❤️ *vaults outside the box*

my sweetest most loved angel!! thank u so much for this prompt based on a BOP i was obsessed w when the album first came out. it got sm longer than it was meant to be, so it can be found on ao3 as well!! i hope u like it ilysm ❤️❤️❤️❤️

warnings for minor drug use (weed) and implied suicide of a minor character (lucius, extremely vague reference but pls be aware!)

rating: e word count: ~5k

When Pansy asked him how it started, Draco discovered that he didn’t know what to tell her.

Technically, though, it had started at Ernie Macmillan’s party in the beginning of summer, with the cloying scent of Freesias and Freedom Roses (“Imported from the States,” Ernie told Draco pompously, when he asked) and all those string-lights dangling from the cedar pergola, perennial balls of fire inside their clear bubbles like tiny trapped suns. Cheap beer in plastic cups, Marlboro cigarettes, and some stupid Muggle game ... darts.

Technically.  

* * * 

“Get off me, Potter,” Draco says in a failed whisper. He’s laughing and drunk and fuzzy warm under a sprawling summer’s night sky that looks like black paint. Potter tastes like Guinness every time he kisses him, and his hands are surprisingly soft. In direct opposition to his own command he pulls Potter in by the face and glues their mouths back together ravenously. The alcohol makes him sloppy (he likes it, though — the sloppiness of it) and Potter’s skin is warm where Draco slides his hand under an ugly Muggle band T-shirt to touch. 

Around the corner, he can hear music coming from the patio where nearly every single one of their former classmates are gathered, drinking and laughing and getting along famously with a much-needed buffer of five years between them and their Hogwarts days.

Much-needed for himself and Potter as well. Apparently.

He sees him sometimes, at get-togethers like this or around the Ministry, once or twice at a dinner party thrown by a mutual friend. They’re always cordial. He hasn’t insulted Potter to his face in five years.

Except for tonight, when he couldn’t help himself loudly drawing attention to the similarities between Potter’s hair and one of the shrubs in the garden. But they’re kissing now round the side of the house and because of that he’s quite glad for his slip. And it’s their five-year reunion, so. What would it be without some bickering between the two of them?

Potter presses him into the bricks and snogs him breathless, only he keeps grinning and laughing and ruining everything just when Draco starts losing himself in it.

“Quit laughing,” he scolds him. “You’re the worst, Potter. No etiquette at all.”

“That’s rude,” Potter says. His breath wafts across Draco’s mouth. His eyes are excessively green behind their round frames, which have not changed since their school days. The scar is mostly hidden beneath his wild fringe, save for the very bottom where it slashes neatly through a dark eyebrow and touches his eyelid. “I can’t help it, I’m pissed good and proper.”

His hand moves to Draco’s hip and even through the thickness of the alcohol coating his brain like a muffler he feels that touch clear and ripe as daybreak.

“So  that’s  why you’ve decided to snog me rather than …” He waves a hand vaguely, in lieu of the proper witticism with which he might normally have trounced Potter. “You know. Beat me to a pulp.”

“I only did that one time,” Potter says, grinning. Grinning and moving his thumb in circles on Draco’s hip. “And it was because you were being a twat. And I didn’t beat you to a pulp. You’re so dramatic.”

“Semantics,” Draco says. “I had a bloody nose.”

“And you deserved it.”

“Now who’s being rude?”

Potter kisses him again.

Guinness and Freesias.

* * * 

“Macmillan’s party,” he told Pansy. “He kissed me.”

“So that’s where you disappeared to.” She looked smug. Her inch-long nails were sharpened to a point and painted a glossy black, and she drummed them against her cheek, the way a cat flicks its tail. “I’m surprised you kept it from me this whole time.”

“Well,” said Draco, lowering his gaze to his glass of wine and watching it flirt dangerously with the lip as he swirled it. His cheeks felt warm, but he wasn’t embarrassed. “We snuck around.”

Right, maybe a little embarrassed. Mostly conflicted.

“Oh?” For a single syllable the laughter underneath was remarkably transparent.

He looked up, eyebrows lifted. “Yes,” he said a little defensively. “For obvious reasons. At first it was just sex. A lot of it, so he usually came here. Apparently Granger and the Weasel are notorious for popping round his place unexpectedly.”

* * *

He feels opened up all over again every time Potter fucks into him, unhurried and so careful. His hand is hot on Draco’s thigh, both of them sticky with sweat and come. This has to be their third round at least, and Draco’s sluggish brain insists it might actually be four.

An open window lets in the late afternoon air, humid and drowsy and perfumed heavily with flowers (a la Macmillan, Draco planted Freesias and Freedom Roses outside his bedroom window and helped them along to full bloom with some careful magic). Potter’s hair is damp with sweat — from exertion and the relentless heat of July — and Draco slides his fingers into it, tangles them and pulls the way he’s learned Potter likes. If he’s honest, he’s harboured a very secret and  very  desperate yearning to touch Potter’s hair since he was quite young. He doesn’t know why.

Well, maybe he knows why.

Potter makes a quiet, whimpered noise that curls Draco’s toes. He speeds up his hips, closing in on his orgasm and putting his face in Draco’s neck even though it’s too fucking hot for it.

“Fuck,” Draco whines. He tries to lift his leg higher, wrap it around Potter’s waist to get that perfect angle, but they’re too slick with sweat and he lets out a frustrated noise when it falls back to the bed. “Potter,” he says helplessly, arching into each thrust and shaking with the effort. This third (fourth?) orgasm is building too slowly, sitting there hard and stubborn and heavy in his gut and refusing to be coaxed to completion. He’s dripping with the effort, muscles quivering. “Please — I need —”

But he seems to have figured it out for himself. He scoots forward, lifting Draco’s arse higher off the bed and bending him nearly in half. The angle helps him go deeper and he’s suddenly nudging Draco’s oversensitive prostate every time he fucks back in.

“Right there,” Draco gasps, tensing as this new angle lights a fire under his elusive orgasm. His cock is leaking but he doesn’t have the strength or energy to get a hand around it. Potter’s grunting with the effort of fucking him, sweat dripping down his temples and making his neck and torso gleam. “Right there, god, right there, please, I’m so close —”

Potter braces himself and redoubles his efforts, and it’s like he’s reached inside Draco and sunk his claws into that building storm in his belly because suddenly it’s ripped right out of him in a colossal wave of euphoria that approaches too much, cock spurting untouched between them  .  Potter keeps moving inside him while he rides it out, and at some point he feels the warm, wet explosion of Potter emptying in him, mumbling incoherent things that include Draco’s name.

They come down together too. Draco is clutching Potter’s arms and trying to catch his breath and Potter is trembling and clutching him back like an anchor in a veritable ocean of sensation. 

It’s like this every time. 

When Potter drops down onto the bed beside him Draco rolls over and kisses him, long and deep and satisfying, and Potter reciprocates with the kind of intensity that is completely unique to him as a person.

“That one was particularly good,” says Potter, and Draco laughs.

When he feels like moving, he knows that Potter will get up and go to Draco’s kitchen and make tea for both of them, and he won’t need to ask what Draco likes, because he remembered after the first time. They’ll drink it naked in bed as the sun sets on another endless summer day and transforms before their eyes into a humid and pungent summer night, in the midst of which they will fuck at least three more times, and Potter will keep smelling like sweat and bergamot and boy, and Draco will keep feeling starved for him.

And they won’t talk about it.

* * *

“And?” Pansy said.

“And what?”

“You said ‘at first,’” she pointed out, and arched a groomed eyebrow. “When did it turn into more than just sex?”

Draco tamped down on a smile, because that would have been more emotion than he cared to show at the moment. To Pansy or to himself.

He swirled his wine again and took a long sip, stalling. He wanted — needed, really — to talk this out with her, but he was becoming aware of an uncomfortable heaviness in his chest which was suggesting to him that he didn’t want to share everything. Not because he was embarrassed, but, well … it was private. It was between him and Harry.

“There was this one night he came over later than he was supposed to because of work,” Draco said. The memory stirred some emotion. He hadn’t thought of it in a while. “He had this bloody huge takeout bag of Thai food.”

 * * *

He sets it down on Draco’s desk, takes out a container, and after toeing off his shoes drops sideways onto Draco’s bed with it and uses chopsticks to shovel in a mouthful of noodles. Draco watches this in awe.

“Want some?” Harry asks once he’s swallowed (small blessings). There’s grease around his mouth. “There’s a million other things in the bag but you have to get it yourself. I’m dead tired.”

Draco thinks of asking what the hell is going on, because they’re supposed to be fucking by now, but something stops him. Harry really does look exhausted but quite content eating his Thai food on Draco’s bed, and he doesn’t have the heart to berate him for it or remind him that they’re fuck buddies, not friends, and that if he’d wanted to eat and lounge about perhaps he should’ve stayed at home.

And the food really does smell good.

He gets up and fishes another container out of the bag that turns out to be some sort of heavenly-smelling marinated beef, which he brings back to the bed. Harry’s rolled onto his back and has the container of noodles balanced on his stomach.

“They thought they found a Horcrux on a raid,” he says. His voice is perfectly casual, but Draco thinks he can see something troubled in his eyes. He has one foot crossed over the other and  it’s bouncing anxiously; he doesn’t think Harry’s aware of doing it. “Wasn’t. Obviously.” 

“But they needed your expert advice to be sure.”

“Yeah.” Harry looks at him, then his food. “Is that the beef?”

“Yes it is.”

“Good?”

“Haven’t tried it yet.”

He opens the container and chooses a piece, but instead of lifting it to his mouth he follows some crazy impulse and hovers it over Harry’s instead.

“Open, Scarhead,” he says. Harry blinks but does it, and Draco drops it in. He smiles, then chews.

“Brilliant.”

* * *

“We ate it instead of fucking. It was the first time I realised something had shifted.”

“And you let it shift?”

The question gave him pause. He didn’t answer right away, mulling it over. It made it sound as if he’d had a choice, and that wasn’t quite right.

“It already had,” he said finally. “It wasn’t a matter of letting it; by the time I noticed, it had already happened. Otherwise he wouldn’t have come over with the food.”

“But you did let it continue,” said Pansy. She wasn’t antagonising him, nor accusing him of anything. She looked amused, but not in a way that was at his expense. Pansy was both a twat and a fiercely good friend, the combination of which meant she would do nothing more or less than hold up a mirror and force you to look at yourself, gruesome as the experience inevitably wound up being. “Even after you realised he had feelings for you.”

Draco swallowed. He’d not heard it said aloud before now.

“Yes,” he said. “It felt good. Knowing he fancied me.”

* * *

Harry’s shameless in his staring.

He stands in the doorway of the ensuite bathroom and watches Draco like he’s been invited to do so. Draco pretends not to notice, stretched out in a tub full of bubbles facing the opposite way. There’s incense burning, and candles. Harry is completely silent, but Draco could feel those eyes on him from across a crowded hall.

They fucked a few hours ago and fell asleep afterwards. Draco pretended not to think about it, but had actually made the conscious decision to let Harry continue sleeping when he woke up and decided he wanted a bath.

When he can’t take it anymore he opens his eyes and tilts his head back and a little to the side, just enough that he gets Potter in his peripherals.

“Well?” he says. 

“Well what?”

“Join me, won’t you?”

Harry snorts. Then there’s a quiver of magic in the air, and a small, utilitarian chair appears out of thin air beside the tub. Harry sits down in it. He’s holding the joint they’d only gotten halfway through earlier. 

He’s in his jeans and nothing else, all limbs and sparse chest hair, and when he crosses a leg over the other one, elbow resting on his knee as he hits the joint, Draco feels a bone-deep attraction to him that’s beyond physical.

“May I?” Draco asks. Harry hands it over and Draco inhales deeply before returning it. The humidity of the room mixes with the smoke and the smell of marijuana, pungent and cloying like the flowers. 

After a length of silence, Draco says, “Will you read me something?”

“Will I what?”

He takes his wand from the floor and Summons a book from the shelf in his room — one of his poetry collections comes sweeping in through the cracked door and into Harry’s lap. Harry sticks the joint between his lips and starts rifling through it with his glasses all fogged up. 

When he starts reading Byron (“I had a dream, which was not all a dream”) Draco smiles and sinks deeper into the hot water and bubbles, letting Harry’s voice lull him into a pleasant stupor. 

 * * *

“So you led him on,” said Pansy. “Because you liked his attention.”

He stared at her, then let his gaze drop to his wine again. Had he?

“It sounds bad when you say it like that.”

“Well,” she said, smiling wryly, “I’m only saying it as you’ve told it to me. Maybe if it sounds bad, it is bad. Some things are that simple, darling. Unless there’s more to it.”

“Like what?” he said, not looking at her. There was a touch of pouty defiance in his voice he knew Pansy would detect instantly. He heard her sigh.

“What exactly happened yesterday, Draco? You didn’t give me any context.”

“What context do you need?” he muttered. “He told me he loved me.”

* * *

They’ve finished an entire bottle of wine between them. He’s not drunk, but he’s pleasantly buzzed. Harry’s sprawled on his back, T-shirt rucked up just below his navel so Draco can see the dark trail of hair leading below his jeans. There’s something implicitly erotic about the movement of his chest when he breathes, his hands folded behind his head, one leg stretched the length of the bed and the other bent at the knee.

He opens his eyes suddenly and grins when he sees Draco looking at him. 

“That wine just made me tired,” he says.

“So go to sleep,” says Draco. He takes a last swig, emptying it, and sets the bottle aside on his night table. He stretches his arms over his head and arches his back, yawning widely, thinking perhaps he’ll give into the tempting allure of sleep as well when Harry says, “I told Hermione about us.”

So he’s not sleeping, then. His stomach clenches hard and a completely irrational sense of panic rises in his throat.

“Us?” he says slowly, sitting up straighter. “What ‘us’?”

Harry looks at him upside-down, then rolls over and rises to his knees. He stares at Draco blankly.

“‘What us?’” he repeats.

“Yes,” says Draco. “What ‘us’?”

“Us,” Harry says. His voice is lower than usual. The word is starting to sound weird and lose meaning. “You and me, Draco.”

“‘You and me?’ Harry, there’s no you and me. We’re just fucking. What do you … what do you mean, you told Granger? Told her what?”

Harry looks … well, he looks fucking crushed. And angry. Draco forces himself not to look away.

“I told her I’d been seeing you,” he says quietly. There’s something … not threatening, but close to it, in his voice.

“Sure,” says Draco. “I see you three times a week, sometimes four. I s’pose if you feel the need to fill Granger in on everything you do with every second of your day —”

“Shut up, Draco,” Harry says. “You know what I meant.”

Draco glares at him. He gets off the bed, slightly lightheaded from the wine, horrified by the emotions welling up inside him right behind the panic, and he points at his bedroom door.

“Get out,” he says. 

“Are you serious?”

“Go!” he says loudly, voice rising. “If you’re gonna start turning this into something it definitely is not then get out of my flat, Potter.” As usual the window is open, but it’s the third of September and getting chilly finally and Draco’s Freesias and Freedom Roses started wilting last week. There’s a chilly breeze coming into that room that is utterly barren of the sweet smells of summer he associates with Harry these days. “It’s time we ended this anyway,” he says. “Summer’s over.”

“So?” From his position kneeling on Draco’s bed Harry shouldn’t feel imposing at all, but he does. There’s no sparkle of humour in his eyes, none of the softness Draco’s gotten used to seeing there. He looks like someone who’s realised they’ve been betrayed.

Worse than that. Someone who’s been betrayed and realises they should have seen it coming.

“What the fuck does summer have to do with anything?”

“Ever heard of a summer fling, Potter? We’re not ‘seeing each other’.”

Harry finally gets off the bed. Draco’s stomach clenches again, more painfully this time. He doesn’t feel bad, he tells himself — this is Harry’s fault. His fault for making a big deal out of something easy and fun and, most of all, temporary. For ruining this with feelings. 

 “That’s not what this was,” Harry says. It’s not an argumentative tone; rather, he sounds disappointed. Devastated, and disappointed. And that look of betrayal, like he’s surprised but not …  that  surprised.

That hurts. 

“This was as real as it gets, Draco,” he says matter-of-factly. “You and I don’t have the capability of doing anything as shallow as a fling.”

“Well, Potter,” says Draco, straining to maintain his level voice, “congratulations, because that is the most disgusting, romanticised, Gryffindorian piece of shit I’ve ever heard.”

“Yeah?” He grabs up his wand from the bedside table and stuffs it into his jeans pocket. “Well here’s another: I love you. You complete fucking prick.”

Draco stares after him as he leaves the room, cowed for the moment. He hears Harry take the Floo powder off his mantle, hears the fire start, and then the sound of Potter disappearing. 

And he feels hollow suddenly.

* * *

“And he said it completely out of the blue?” 

Draco set his wine aside. He was suddenly feeling too sick to put anything else in his body.

“Sort of,” he said quietly, avoiding her eyes. “He was trying to make something out of nothing. He was just making a point, trying to guilt me, I don’t even think he meant it.”

Pansy said nothing for so long that Draco finally looked up. She had an eyebrow raised.

“Do you really believe that?” she said.

Draco didn’t answer right away. He glanced at the bottle of wine on the table and thought about the way it always tasted a little sweeter on Harry’s lips.

“I don’t know,” he said. “No. But it doesn’t change anything. It was a summer thing, not a … a relationship, for crying out loud. Like I’d date Potter.”

“Why not?”

Draco scoffed. “Why not? Pansy, please. He’s a …”

“A …?”

“He’s an idiot! He’s Potter!  He’s …” He couldn’t think of the right word, something bad enough to express the audacity, the gall , for Potter to think even for a second  that they could …

“Draco Malfoy,” said Pansy. She was smirking. “You love him too.”

Had he felt sick before?  Now he was going to be sick.

“I never would’ve imagined it,” she went on, seeming to take pleasure from his outrage and humiliation. The bint. “Look at you, you’re blushing! Oh my god,” she laughed. And then she stopped laughing, and instead the weight of her own words appeared to descend on her. “Oh my god. You do, don’t you? You are arse over tits for Harry Potter —”

He was up and out of his chair before she’d finished the last word, absurdly,  embarrassingly on the verge of tears all of a sudden. 

“Draco —”

“I’m glad this can serve as your entertainment for the week, Pansy,” he said. A tear rolled down his cheek — could he be any more histrionic? — and he brushed it away furiously. 

“Draco, no —”

“Call Blaise, tell him!” he shouted. “You two can have a good laugh over it —”

“Draco  —”

“Poor Draco’s  fucked himself over again, what a stupid wanker!” 

Pansy got up. He slapped her hand away when she reached for him, but she only came at him again and grabbed it this time when he swatted at her, enfolding it in both of hers. He closed his eyes and hiccoughed and two more tears came.

“Darling, will you please listen to me?” she said softly. It sounded eerily like his mother, which only made him feel young and childish. He tugged his arm away and she let him go, but he didn’t move any farther away. “I am  not  laughing at you,” she told him. “Blaise might, but that’s because Blaise has a black hole for a heart, Draco, the only emotion he’s ever felt is disdain.” Against his will, Draco chuckled wetly. Pansy smiled and took his hand again, tentatively. He allowed it. “ I think it’s lovely that you have feelings for him. I don’t understand what’s got you so upset, I mean … I know it’s Potter, but we’re not teenagers anymore, right? Who cares?”

Draco exhaled a long sigh.

“He let my father go to Azkaban,” he said softly, looking into her eyes. He saw comprehension dawning. “How can I be with someone who could’ve saved my father’s life and chose not to, Pansy?”

“No one could have saved your father, Draco,” said Pansy gravely. His throat was tight, swollen. He hated that he was hanging on her words, looking for truth in them,  wanting to hear something that would make this okay. “He would have done the same thing if they’d let him go back to the manor. It’s not your fault or your mum’s or Potter’s.”

“But —”

“But what?” she cut him off sharply. “Draco, please don’t let your father keep controlling your life from the grave! My god, you deserve happiness, don’t you see that? Even if it’s Potter! In fact, I … I think that could be really good.”

“What, being with Potter?”

“Yes, being with Potter,” she said. “Darling, I say this because I love you: you need to grow a pair of bollocks and start taking control of your own life. I’m not finished!” she added when he opened his mouth to retort. “I understand that it feels like a betrayal of your father, I do, and I’m not saying you can’t have your cherished memories of him, but Draco … you cannot live your life in his shadow, doing things because it’s what he’d want or wouldn’t want. I think that choosing to explore these feelings you have for Potter is the bravest and healthiest thing you could possibly do for yourself.”

He stared at her for a long moment, eyes wet though the tears had stopped falling. 

“What if it doesn’t last?” he said finally. “What if next week he realises it was a huge mistake?”

“First of all, I doubt that,” said Pansy with a roll of her eyes that was clearly meant to be teasing. “You said you’ve been seeing him all summer, that’s plenty of time to have gotten sick of you. And, even if that did happen, I still think it would be entirely worth that week of being disgustingly in love.”

“Do you?” he drawled.

“Yes! I do!” She picked up his discarded wine glass from before and held it up. “Does the effect of alcohol last forever?”

“No …”

“Of course not! And we don’t expect it to. We expect to have fun while we’re drunk and it’ll last as long as it lasts.”

“Dating someone isn’t like being drunk, Pansy,” Draco said sourly.

“Oh, that’s not the point ,” she huffed. “We don’t do things because we know they’ll last forever, we do them because we want to. In the moment.”

“Sounds irresponsible.”

“Well, of course it is,” she scoffed. “Love is completely irresponsible, that’s the fun of it, Draco. Now take this,” she shoved the glass of wine into his hand, almost spilling it. “Drink up, and then get your arse over to his flat and fix this.”

* * *

Granger opened the door. Draco sighed.

“Hello, Granger,” he said lamely. Her raised eyebrows said she was surprised and thoroughly unimpressed by his appearance.

“Malfoy,” she said.

“Is Potter in?”

“I guess that depends.”

“On?”

She looked at him, dark brown eyes impenetrable. Then she closed the front door behind her.

“What do you want?” she asked.

“To talk to him,” he said tightly. As if this whole thing wasn’t bad enough, now he had to pass a test to get past Granger the bridge troll. “I thought he told you —”

“He did,” she said flatly. “And about yesterday.”

“Well I’m here to apologise,” said Draco. Granger’s eyebrows lifted again. Still unimpressed. “And to tell him …” He sighed again and broke eye contact, willing himself not to give up, not to take this as a sign he should just go home and ream into Pansy for giving him such bad advice.

“Malfoy.” He looked up. Her voice was softer now, and her eyes seemed a little less hard. “What are you doing? You really hurt him, you know.”

“I know,” he said stiffly. “I said I’m here to apologise.”

“Well he doesn’t need an apology,” she said. “If you’re only going to let him down again —”

“I’m not.” He rubbed his forehead and looked at her again, exasperated, defeated. “I’ve … had some sense talked into me.”

She looked like it was the last thing she’d been expecting. 

“Have you?”

“Yes,” he said. “So would you please get him for me before I lose my nerve?”

It was the right thing to say. Her expression melted into something much softer and he fancied he even saw the beginnings of a smile.

“Can I ask who affected this change of heart?”

“Pansy,” he said. And, when Granger seemed taken aback, “She’s very wise when she feels like it.”

“I see. Well …” She still looked a bit conflicted, eyeing him and then putting her hand on the doorknob. “All right. I’ll tell him you’re here, anyway, but he was really hurt, Malfoy. I don’t know if he’ll want to hear it.”

“I’ll take my chances,” he said.

Granger eyed him another moment and then went back inside, shutting the door behind her. Draco only had to wait a minute before it was opening again, and this time Harry came out. The sight of him made Draco’s heart feel tender and sore.

“Hi,” he said.

“Hi, Potter.”

He waited to see if Harry would say anything else but he didn’t. He only stared at Draco expectantly, arms folded, in all ways closed off.

“I came to apologise,” said Draco.

“Well you can keep it,” said Harry. “I don’t need an apology because you told me the truth.”

“It wasn’t the truth, Potter,” Draco said quietly. “Opposite, really.”

Harry was silent. Then, “You made me feel like shit, Draco.”

“I know. I’m sorry. You freaked me out, springing it on me like that.”

A beat, then two, and then suddenly Harry was dropping his arms and sighing and he looked at Draco with so much vulnerability he nearly had to turn away from it.

“I didn’t mean to tell you …” He licked his lips, scratched his arm. It reminded Draco that beneath everything, Harry was still the same awkward dorky leader-of-the-losers he’d always been, just with a bit more confidence now and the title of Official Saviour of the Wizarding World. “I wouldn’t have said that if … I was just angry.”

He didn’t need to ask what Harry was referring to.

“I know.”

“Not that I didn’t … I mean, I … I do —”

“Please don’t say it again,” Draco said. Harry laughed.

“Right. I just meant … I really do have feelings for you, Draco. Like … mad, crazy feelings, y’know? I don’t want it to be a fling.”

“It wasn’t a fling,” he said. He moved a little closer and Harry watched him carefully, eyes flickering once down to Draco’s mouth. “I didn’t even sleep with anyone else the whole time.”

“Well that’s good to know,” said Harry sardonically. But he was smiling, so Draco found himself smiling tentatively as well.

“I wanna be with you, Potter. Properly. I thought …” But he shakes his head, deciding that now isn’t the time to explain about his father. “I thought it was a stupid idea. Now I realise that it probably is, but that I don’t really care much. I’ve decided to ignore my better judgment this one time.”

“That’s quite Gryffindor of you,” Harry commented drily.

“Yes, well.”

“So I go against your better judgment, then?”

“Potter,” Draco sighed. “Please, I don’t mean it like —”

“I’m taking the piss, Draco,” Harry cut him off. He reached for Draco’s waist and pulled him close, and before Draco could get his breath back from a short, surprised intake of breath Harry’s mouth was on his, warm and familiar and soothing. He brought his hands to Harry’s face and kissed back without bothering to hide his overwhelming relief.

Harry chased his mouth when he pulled away and Draco breathed out a laugh, holding him at bay with a hand on his chest. 

“We have plenty of time,” he said. “D’you wanna come over later tonight, after your friends leave?”

“What? No, come in.” He took Draco’s hand and gestured with his head towards the door. “Please. It’s just Ron and Hermione. They know everything.”

“Really?” Draco drawled. “And you think Weasley won’t try to kill me?”

“I promise not to let him,” Harry grinned. “Please, Draco. You said you wanted to do this properly, right?”

He thought of what Pansy said about being irresponsible, and decided it was worth a try at least.

“Okay,” he said. Harry beamed and tugged him inside.

Towards his ultimate downfall or towards the beginning of the rest of his life, he didn’t know. That, as Pansy would have said, was the fun of it.

[msookyspooky]

About your post about greasy teen boy and kid googles, in my highschool there was this guy supeeeer popular with greasy hair shitty attitude and dumb as fuck. I found him so fucking ugly, literally repulsed by him but all my female classmates and even teachers... (yes... teachers) found him such a hot bad boy. One time he gave attitude to one of my friend (the sweetest guy, so kind and shy that u can't possibly have a problem with him cause' he doesn't even speak to you to avoid confrontation) so I told him to back off or we might have a problem that included my chair and his head. His response was that I should stop playing hard to get (where the fuck that come out I don't know) and I don't have a chance... because I think he thought I was being "mean" to him as a way to have his attention? I don't know, but I decided to demolish him by describing every single thing I founded ugly about him (physically and personalty talking) From greasy hair (obviously) to croocket nose, to a huge lack of skincare showed by a myriad of red pimples all over his face that I doubt he washed, from a basic fashion style stolen by Danny Zuko of Grease (lol... grease... grease hair... HA!) and the most annoying of all the fact he always act so sleepy, like he just woke up, talking so slowly... just to hide the fact that he was dumb as fuck and need more time to think.

Plus the friend he was picking on would for sure became someone successful in the future, will accomplish something with his life while him is gonna stay with his daddy and enherit because nepotism and daddy issues go hand in hand. AND HE WAS SHORT!!!

And as I finished the last sentence... the magic spell fall! Everyone start seeing what I was seeing... A rude greasy guy with attitude problem. His mini fangirl groupe slowly disappeared (just a girl remained) teachers weren't charmed anymore by him and guys started found him pathetic. He didn't graduate with me caused he failed one too many classes. Lol.

Moral, greasy rude teen boys are a lot of smoke... but no roast. Being mean to someone and pointing out all their insecurities IS VERY WRONG, but with guy like this is the only way to defeat them and save other people from being bullied.

Btw his response, a very late one I might add since I had already walked away, was "Shut up, everyone knows you're a lesbian" (I lived in a very catholic and conservative city so being gay was the worst thing to be, they literally forgive pedophilia but not homosexuality) and my screaming one was "I would love to have hard core bdsm sex with Meghan Fox" I was a 16 teenage girl, a pretty confused 16 years old, and being this repulsed by this guy that everyone found hot made me seriously doubt if I was straight.

Im in my twenties now and for sure I can say that I'm straight... but Megan Fox is a huge exception.

BRROOOO He sounds like every freaking popular guy I went to school with they were such dick munching asshats for no fucking reason and girls ate that shit up! My guess is when you pointed that out and he was stunned with his dumbass delayed reaction; the bad boy persona slipped OR you got in his head that bad that it slipped on its own and those gaggle of girls saw it.

Good for you and I'm glad you stuck up for yourself and your friend! Every asshole I went to school with in these small towns either became teachers, got pregnant and married before they were able to drink or are working at a regular job like everyone else EVEN THO they were going to be someone and everyone else was the loser....Sure Josh. Whatever you want to think babe. I'm sure you and your friends are better off in life than that fuckface will ever be.

And yeah, in small towns, the bad boys no matter how ugly are always popular. The ruder they are, the more girls want them. It's pathetic honestly and sad on the girls part. I pray those girls outgrow it bc it's fun in fiction but not irl.

I'm sure saying that about Megan had every catholics mouths gapping at you 😭☠️ Good for you bby 😜 😌

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For the OTP questions meme, Melm/JT: "What’s each member's flirting style?" "What was the most surprising thing they learned about one another once they started dating?" and "Which member calls the other in to kill the spiders?"

ohhh you and @apineappleheart had the same idea! :D great mind and all that

again, long answers, so under the cut they go~

What's each member's flirting style?

melm is a hell of a flirt. very jokey, very quick-witted. he can knock someone off their feet in a heartbeat if they're not careful. if he's got them laughing, he's got them. it helps that he's handsome and clever already, so once he lays on the charm pretty much everyone is done for. i actually think that melm tends to flirt almost by default, like every interaction he has with just about anyone is laced with flirting, because it's a lot easier to get people to buy what he's selling (literally and metaphorically) if they kinda subconsciously wanna fuck him, y'know? of course john picks up on this right away in his initial dealings with melm, but.... well...

as far as john's flirting goes, i like to think he's pretty mediocre at it at first. (he was better when he was younger and wooing his ex-wife haha, he had more confidence in that department back then) he tries though, bless his heart, but he embarrasses himself too easily. a silly line will come out of his mouth and he'll get flustered and feel goofy and it'll throw off his whole game. i think maybe melm likes to tease him about this a bit. :3c over time he improves though! having melm as a partner kinda rubs off on him in that respect, as if melm were some sort of sexy whetstone.

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What was the most surprising thing they learned about one another once they started dating?

for john, i don't think there's a HUGE surprise. he'd already been melm's therapist AND had been living with him previous to dating, so he'd learned a lot of really dark/deep stuff about him and also knew quite a bit about how he was in private. i think maybe the "biggest" surprise was just how much melmord missed him whenever he left for work or to do other things. when they were just living together platonically he didn't get much indication that melm felt his absence all that much, in fact he figured melm probably enjoyed having him out of the house. but once they're in a relationship he finds himself coming home to lots of hugs and kisses and a boyfriend in desperate need of attention. :')

for melm, probably the most surprising thing he learns about john is the exact nature of the relationship he had with his ex-wife. >:) it's kinda eye-opening for him and for a few days afterwards he keeps peeking over at john like "really?? THIS dude was doing that kinda shit?" i won't get into the nitty-gritty here just for the sake of... i dunno.... it's 9:30 in the morning, much too early for this kinda stuff kdfjghdkf

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Which member calls the other in to kill the spider?

weirdly enough... i'm not sure either do that! i have this feeling like john is very much a "kills it the second he sees it" kinda guy. he likes having an excuse to whack something hahaha :p on the other hand, melmord is probably more of a "live and let live" type. if he sees a spider... man, it's just doing its thing, it's not harming anyone. he leaves them alone, or sometimes he's able to intervene before john smooshes something and will put it in a cup or napkin and take it outside. he does have a few exceptions, like scorpions or a black widow he found in the garage. if he thinks it's something that might hurt bananas if bananas got ahold of it, he'll kill it. he'll apologize, though.