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honeyydrunk · 6 months ago

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reasons for some of the jjk men on why i would and wouldn't fuck them. i think now would be a good time to mention that uh i'm not going to be saying no to anyone. gege akutami knew what would sell.

starting off strong with GOJO SATORU daddy's home home for me i know i've been waiting no lube no protection all night all day any position any location any time no matter what he asks even if it hurts me i'll just endlessly over and over again go towards you.

now WHY would i climb the beanstalk? let's go through the reasons. - he's hot i remember the teacher giving him her number - he's tall bro was planned to be made into a coathanger bc of those japanese genetics defying legs. and you know if he's tall then proportionately..... - he's fast in 299 seconds gojo satoru had slaughtered a train's worth of transfigured humans - his voice "you cryin?" "this is where you're weak right?" it doesn't matter i watched jjk in sub, i went onto youtube and listened to the uploaded audios of the dub

but why i'm not fucking that man until failure 😔 ?! - i'm not geto suguru. i may be delusional but i'm not blind. even kenjaku wasn't able to sway him, and he WAS suguru. - he's too whimsical for my liking. bro would answer a call while midstroke, teleport out, then return like 30 minutes later with souvenirs and go "yeah let's continue!!"

🎀 nanami kento 🎀 to me it's not just sex. i wish to marry someone like him. i'm ridiculously close to manifesting 'a husband like nanami kento'. as someone who let's just say is situated in the finance sector, no one wants that man more than me. it's embarrassing how nanami is like a living cheat code to everything i've ever wanted.

oh for to be a lawyer representing his office firm, occasionally coming in every few months and parading in mini skirts and high heels. acting as if we're only acquaintances during the meeting. and after the deposition we end up in the backseat of his car during his lunch break. seriously hoping no one from the office comes down and decides to check why his car is 'moving' like that. 🎀 why i'm going to give him 'marry me head' 🎀 (this is going to be a long list)

- he's a tall guy in finance. - he's blonde but in a hot way - his technique is finding someone's weak spots. - he's absolutely built - he takes things seriously. bro would take you throughly. - i have a thing for successful men - he pulls hair - he kills curses effortlessly - he's very good at being relaxed while in a fight - island holiday sex - that office attire with the suit does things - when he takes off the tie and wraps it around his hand, he should be wrapping it around my wrists. - he likes bread? i can give him cake - oh his job must be so stressful isn't it such a good thing i'm really good at massages - stability in this economy is like the hottest thing istfg - i've never seen a not HAWT nanami cosplayer (no one try and prove me wrong) - when he's mad it's crazy hot

why i'm sadly not riding that man until he places a ring on my finger in the malaysian sunset? - he wouldn't want a relationship. not because he doesn't desire one, but due to the demanding nature jujutsu sorcery, not only would that drain him out too much to care, but also because he wouldn't want to put his partner through the mental challenges of not knowing whether he'd return alive or death. and the mental challenges it would give his partner if he died. - i'm not 27. he gives me the horrific (for me) vibes that he'd only consider a relationship with someone who he's the same age as. - my japanese skills are really bad that makes communication in a relationship a problem.

🙈 geto suguru 🙈 hes beautiful, getting slightly too close to my type for comfort, but whether i could ignore my grievances with his lifestyle choices is yet to be debated. i have a lot of grievances with that why i would beg him to consider a one night stand w this monkey?!: - tall hot built how many times am i going to have to say tall hot built throughout this post. we KNOW the jjk men are fine. for sex the standard really is just if they're hot. - his hair his soft long black flowing princess hair everyday i thank twice and loona stans for existing. your lesbianism has stolen the scissors away from the hands of men. thank you for your service..

- he's so soft when treating people he likes i like people being nice to me

- i hate the clothes he wears as a cult leader are you pregnant with all those curses you're swallowing? like the way kenjaku definitely didn't swallow. because that outfit looks like villain maternity wear. the only upside is that it makes me even more motivated to get that man OUT of his clothes.

- something about his gentleman type personality with his either cult leader flair or his extreme dedication has me going crazy delusional as with nanami i am weak to men that have corporate expertise. it should scare me the way i cave. like okay i'll bleach my hair white and get blue contacts if that's what it takes to have you. please charm me and make me delusional

- he's hot while killing people aside from financially successful gentlemen, unfortunately i have the horrific ailment of snapping the minute i see a crazy guy with blood on his face that kills people with ease. and that one scene where he DECIMATED that guy and wiped the blood of his cheek ruined me

why i'm staying far FAR FAR FAR away - i may relate to gojo satoru but i'm not him bro isn't touching me. i'm not his blue eyed the strongest bc i'm gojo because i'm the strongest coat hanger overconfident sweet lover hates moral arguments high school bittersweet situationship.

- i actually HATE his moral argument due to the balance of equilibrium and market forces whatever, if jujutsu sorcerers were meant to be the prevailing thingy then they would be so. i could go into more detail but let's just say i couldn't be gojo because how could i be so selfless to let the situationship of my life go to chase a dream he'll never achieve for an argument that's wrong because he feels it to be more important than me. - he's got the megumi potential man effect "worst curse user" R U SRS? be fr. i know he handed tokyo student's asses back to them but i think he's just a heartbroken guy who's a little bad and has a goal or whatever. bro is NOT the worst curse user. - can't figure out if i would mind lobotomied geto or not. but he would definitely be freakier after those backshots he took. - his mouth probably tastes like a rag used to clean shit and vomit - to my knowledge i am not a jujutsu sorcerer

choso !! choso !! choso !! why i would?! OFC I WOULD

- this again at some point saying tall hot and built starts to get too repetitive. but when he pulled his clothing to the side during that fight with yuuji, i was staring for TOO LONG. - i think his blackhead pore strip is cute. - his personality is ridiculously cute. obviously this may sound odd but i think we can gather i'm rather odd. in MY opinion, it's cute. like idk his sincerity in his choices is very cute. - i know i could make him blush so easily.

why i wouldn't.... (unfortunately) - i'm not his brother if there's one thing i know about that man is that he is dedicated to his brothers. he will not hear anything i have to say and simply ignore me for i am not his brother i am a random person. - i don't want to carry on kenjaku's bloodline - family reunions w that man would be ridiculous - the cursed womb paintings 1-3 is a concept i don't wish to partake in

fushiguro toji he's a real one. didn't like his family so he finds himself a cute wife. he's absolutely goated w those skills. his choices with child raising leave me seriously concerned with what might happen after our sexual activities. i mean the minute he realises who megumi was after he resurrected he just went and killed himself. CRAZY. but yeah i'd fuck him - he's built - he's built - he had to make megumi somehow - bros got grey sweatpants and a compression shirt - he has that heavenly pact for physical prowess he should USE IT - lowkey like how the scar looks - he wants to hit core this is one way to do it - he's built - i can tell he would be good in bed call it a 7th sense

why i wouldn't: - he'd steal everything i own while i'm asleep - id have to pay him to fuck me - i am not his original wife, he's not going to want me. - i don't want those crazy zenin clan freaks knowing who i am - do i want him to traumatise my kid when hes revived again? - i don't like gambling addictions

sukuna ryomen.....

would...... - 4 arms - 2 dicks - doesn't he have a tongue on his stomach? - built - king of curses he can be the king of this pussy - i wanna ride him so bad while he sits on that throne of his - ngl whatever that white kimono he wears is hot - his voice - he's lowkey funny - he's hot i'm not even going to bother denying

why i wouldn't: - i'm not megumi - bro would kill me before i ask him if i can suck him off - why would he agree? - if i survived i feel i would be severely looked down upon for this choice of mine

mahito.... (hella ashamed for this not even lying) would: - he's built - he can change his body to anything wouldn't: - he'd kill me and he's not like nanami where death would be worth it for him

@saradika TSYM !! i googled and found the free spacers

next "why i wouldn't and wouldn't" will be the neos the nct boys (however long that takes with HOW MANY? members?)

#jjk smut #gojo satoru smut #geto suguru smut #choso smut #toji smut #sukuna smut #mahito smut #nanami smut #nanami kento smut

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pagodazz · 5 months ago

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Ethan,,, gimme some tips for writing Vinnie x reader for my fic 😔😔 I'm planning a slowburn showcasing Vinnie's problem with lying and playing the victim + his codependency with HABIT and I'm having problems showing how his relationships are affected by that 😭

you're the Vinnie Everyman Guy™ so i trust you 🙏

OKAAYYYYAYYY so I'm gonna do my best... I WILL SAY I GO FOR EXTREME CANON so feel free to take the idea and shift it around a little bc I know people might not agree with what I have to say. and like you can obviously make this more romantic too, I struggle a little with x reader HELP. I LIVE FOR BEING THE VINNIE GUY™ THO

My hcs on what Vinnie Everyman would be like in a relationship:

(Have some songs that are kinda what it'd be like to date him)

- Vinnie would probably start off as like a gold star boyfriend, or potential boyfriend, he'd find a way to say the right things he'd make you feel so special honestly, but one thing about him is that he's a flake. You can't rely on him to be there for you because he's too busy being there for someone else, If this is with habit and not evan, you are going to have to deal with a VERY jealous Habit. And I don't mean it like he's jealous and wants Vinnie for himself romantically, he's more upset that YOU have the audacity to talk to HIS thing. His human (like the way he'd be upset if someone tried to steal one of his cats). Habit would probably go out of his way to sabotage your plans together because he doesn't even want Vinnie to consider leaving him at all. And over time Vinnie would go from being perfect to being more aggressive and a little neglectful honestly and you might have to beg for his attention for him to get into his head.

- ALSO!!! a BIG no is calling him a monster. You call him this and it's game over for you honestly. It's like you've activated a sleeper agent when you call him out on it, you can expect him to yell at you and maybe get physical (if you had already gotten physical with him first)

- Vinnie will not be willing to submit to you (I don't even mean this in a sexual way) I just mean he's NOT gonna do what you tell him to unless you literally SCREAM at him to listen to you. You have to tell him he's being crazy and he's gonna end up getting upset with you for judging him because he's CLEARLY not doing anything wrong

- Vinnie is extremely overprotective, like to the point where it's obsessive/creepy but to him it's just an average Tuesday. You can expect to find really small hidden cameras throughout basically every room in the house. And if you found them and confronted him or asked them about them, he's gonna find some way to make it seem like it wasn't him and he might even attempt to shift blame onto HABIT. He'll actually act as if he's there to comfort you and pretend like had no part in at all. He is NOT willing to own up his mistakes, he'd rather make you feel crazy than just tell the truth. In his head though he'd view it as if he's protecting you, as if he's keeping a close eye on you, but there's just a part of him that actually just enjoys to observe, he'd shift his whole focus onto you, he'd tell himself over and over, "This is for their safety, this is for them. For us." and he'll tell you that he'll help you get rid of all the cameras and you'll watch him throw them out but little do you know, he's got more that you never even noticed.

- He wants you to like Habit the way he does. it's a whole "If you're not with us you're against us," thing y'know?? Vinnie wants you to understand that HABIT is literally the only thing he has left and habit is just so strong and powerful (he pretty much worships Habit kinda like the way someone would worship a deity, even tho he's worshiping the wrong thing (he was MADE for slenderman, Slenderman LIKES Vinnie) and Vinnie would wanna drag you into his same headspace because why leave habit when he can just drag you back into the apartment with him and keep you trapped with him??? again, telling himself it's for YOUR safety and not just for HIS benefit.

- this brings me to my next topic, not only is habit going to be jealous, so is Slenderman. and Slenderman is going to be SO mad over your relationship it puts you at more of a risk so it's going to make Vinnie more protective over you.

- if habit were to bring you into their life, he'd probably make vinnie keep you away, and he'd only be cruel (barley physically unless you fucked something up and pissed him off) if you got in his way. When eating dinner, habit would only give food to Vinnie and he'd completely ignore you, he'd treat you as if you're a burden on him AND Vinnie. He wouldn't want Vinnie to be dealing with you because he doesn't want Vinnie to be distracted from HIS plan.

- Vinnie is a really gentle lover though, he's creative and he'll make you things, he'll take care of you like no one else ever has. But you're going to need to constantly reassure him that you're there for him and you feel for him and you understand him and that you don't hate him and that he's NOT a monster. He has BPD and he's likely to split on you if one small thing happens, he won't mean it but it'll probably happen.

- He MIGHT end up trying to kill you. He killed his prior girlfriend so in the end he might be convinced it's what he needs to do. Slenderman will be in control of him and he'll be stuck in a haze and it's like he wouldn't even be there when you're BEGGING him not to. You COULD SURVIVE MAYBE but slenderman might finish the job if you can't get away/break Vinnie's haze.

ANYWAYS IF YOU WANT SPECIFIC SCENARIOS U CAN ASK HEELPP I'VE LITERALLY SAID TOO MUCH THIS TOOK MW ALL DAY 😭😭😭😭

#everymanhybrid #emh #vinnie everyman #vinny everyman #🐍 ⦻#slenderverse #headcanon #hcs

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soobinspet · 1 year ago

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so I think (if you're cool with it) I'mma be your Keeho anon for when my hard hours commence – maybe under 🐺 or sumn? in part because I already like your account + your vibe too 🤭 anyways, I was trying to think of what phrases (like those prompt lists) would turn Keeho on? like, just any type of dirty talk, I guess? I also see him as a helluva switch, so it could be sub or dom related…

AND while I'm at it: can you think of any phrases like that for Jiung as well (with his bias wrecking ass 😩)?

(thanks in advance lmao)

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Hey !! I am more than cool with it ahah you’re my first anon btw ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

Okay so I personally see Keeho him as a dom so imma do 10 phrases I think would turn him on (5sub/5dom) I hope you’ll like it !

On the other hand I think Jiung (my bias (>ᴗ•) ) is a switch 100% so imma do 10 of them aswell (5sub/5dom).

Keeho:

« one more please » moaning this out to him while he’s fingering u would make him go feral istg, and he’ll make you repeat yourself multiple times to tease you. He’s the biggest tease ever.

« I’m yours just fuck me please » he’s possessive and hearing you say you’re his could make him cum on the spot lol, and the begging, he just loves it when you beg

« Too much » if he hears you says it while you’re on the verge of tears after making you cum twice, he’ll just make you cum more. If he wants it you’re gonna have to give it to him.

« Deeper, deeper » that would make him go crazy. He loves how dirty it sounds and he’d just find it so sexy that you want him deeper even thought he’s already literally balls deep inside you.

« Choke me » I know this one is so basic but I feel like he’ll love it so much. He’ll just wrap his hand around your neck and fuck you relentlessly and ask u « yeah like that ? » « tighter maybe mh ?

« You want me to ride it faster don’t you » now it’s your turn teasing him and he loves it. He loves the control you have over him when you’re riding his dick.

« you know this dick is mine right ? Mine only » saying this while sucking him off will make him go crazy. Once again it’s all about the possessiveness. He’ll probably cum in your mouth after hearing you say that.

« I know you want this pussy, baby » the pet name, the confidence, he’ll just love it so much. He’ll probably not even answer but nod his head like crazy.

« Should I let you cum inside of me today ? I don’t know if you deserve it » he loves it when he gets to cum in you and you know it. He’ll beg and cry about how he deserves it.

« Ooh you wanna cum already ? » if you say this and laugh at him while riding him, he’s a goner. He’ll love the humiliation in your tone and he’d be so ashamed of himself…it’s not his fault you feel so good around him 😔

Jiung:

« I need it » Jiung is a simple man, you say you want him ? He’ll get hard. That’s all.

« You’re the only one that can fuck me this good » he’ll love the way those dirty words sounds coming from your mouth and the way you stroke his ego will make him want to destroy u

« You’re so good at it » once again the ego stroke, he’ll love to hear how good you think he is.

« I’ve been thinking about it all day » what do you mean you’ve been thinking about having his dick inside you all day ? You’ll make him go completely insane.

« Am I doing good ? » while sucking him off on your knees. He’ll find you a bit stupid for asking this considering the fact that his hard,throbbing dick is literally down your throat but he’ll still find it hot.

« You’re so hard already, so cute » as I said he gets hard real fast. He’ll love how small the « so cute » would make him feel.

« Faster mh ? » while jerking him off. His eyes will roll back and he’ll just buck his hips while whimpering.

« You’re so pretty » it’s not really dirty talk but it still will make go feral. He just loves the praise so much.

« Fuck me good and I’ll let you cum on my tits » JIUNG IS A BOOB ENTHUSIAST and he just loves seeing yours glistening once he came on them😔 he’ll fuck your brains out in hope to finally be able to paint your tits with his cum

« You smell so good » yeah not really dirty talk but if you say that while kissing his neck, it’ll get him hard in seconds.

#hard thoughts #smut #asks #anon🐺#kpop #p1harmony #choi jiung #yoon keeho #hard hour

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angel-of-the-moons · 1 year ago

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We gotta give Spider-Medic a raise 😔 With all the work he does he deserves it

ahaha spidermedic x Reader when ??? 👀

-💐

Anosnlsnlxnlsnlxnlnelnd 💐💐💐💐 ILYSM

I am vibrating and bouncing off the walls and going feral and losing my mind because Omgggg I'm glad you guys like the relatively faceless Spider-Man enough for this I originally only intended to use him as a filler character so I didn't have to make more 😭😭😭

AND FUCK YEAH *cracks knuckles* I'MMA DO IT

Make Love, Not War

Spider Medic x Spider-Woman!Reader

TW/CW: PTSD, Nightmares, Angst, Pining, Reader does some stupid shit™ just to get alone with him, injury mentions, flashbacks, War PTSD, blood, SMUT, NSFW, oral sex male and fem!Receiving, fingering, unprotected sex (Don't be fools! Wrap your tools!), semi public sex(Does the medical bay at HQ count?) Lyla being a smartass

MINORS DNI: I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME

A/N: Once again, header does not indicate Reader's race, but a story focused on my poor traumatized boi deserves its own header qwq Also this is just a fucking angsty, mindless, horny mess have fun asdfghjkl

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The first thing that hit his nostrils was the smell of churned earth, gunpowder, smoke, and blood.

So, so much blood.

His superiors let him stay enlisted, even after he got bit by that crazy spider, developed his super powers.

If anything, they made him a better medic.

Having your own almost-infinite supply of "bandages", and medical knowledge tends to make you an asset on the battlefield.

He learned how to stitch up wounds and glue them shut with lightning precision, knew how to dodge bullets and mortars, shoot webs and pull soldiers away from grenades or punji board traps... and the pitfalls. Those are always a hit or miss.

In Vietnam there was no such thing as quiet on the battlefield.

The quiet was unnerving. The quiet was bad.

The quiet meant something horrible was about to happen.

One minute he was in the trenches patching up a private who had his shoulder shredded by a sniper round, the next minute his CO who was barking orders at him had half his head blown off.

His brains got everywhere.

On his uniform, on his kit, on the rookie... his blood soaking the ground, watering the disturbed earth like they were a part of a macabre aqueduct.

That's when the gas was deployed.

Not by his allies, but the canisters were tossed into the trenches.

Mustard gas. Of course.

They had mustard gas.

The blisters, the yellowing skin, the coughing, and the burning in the lungs... gas masks were useless.

Shrapnel had hit the kid he was patching up...

All he could do was try and pull the kid he had in his arms to safety, carefully slinging some webs around his midsection to stem the tide of blood threatening to roll from him.

Other soldiers ran by. Young. Not much younger than him, but still...

So young.

Bodies were already lining the trenches as he carried the boy over his shoulder, fleeing into the treeline with what remained of his unit.

He set the bleeding soldier down, feeling blood soak through the silken bandages he'd made for him.

"Fuck." He muttered, digging around in his pack for something, anything to help him.

"Am--am I gonna d-die?" The young man gasped, choking around a mouthful of blood.

"Not if I can help it, keep your eyes open, alright?" He growled, frantically digging in his far too empty bag.

"Please don't let me die. Please don't let me die." The kid begged.

His jaw set tight, he gripped with shaky hands around the tube of glue. A pitiful amount was left.

The boy's eyes got frantic, wide, darting around to the other soldiers who created a semi-circle perimeter around them.

He kept coughing, crying, gasping.

"Please, I wanna go home. I want to see my mom again, I want to see my mom--"

He made the most horrible croaking noise, his chest contracting, before his eyes glazed over and he went silent, crimson dripping out of his mouth like he was a bloody fountain.

"Damn it!" He frantically pressed his fingers over his neck, checking for a pulse.

He pulled him down on the ground, and began chest compressions, his mind going into tunnel vision as all he could think about was getting just one more gasp from the limp body beneath him.

"Parker." The lieutenant sighed, touching his shoulder.

Not again. Not another one. Not somebody's baby.

"Parker." He said, shaking him.

He shook his head, shrugging the arm of his last commanding officer away, fighting to get the kid's heart beating again, his fingers slipping with blood.

The boy couldn't have been more than 19. He should still get the chance to marry the girl he had a picture of in his pocket, the girl who wrote the letter and left a lipstick stain on the bottom of the page telling him how she couldn't wait for him to come home.

He should get to go home, hug his mom. Kiss her cheek, watch her grow old.

He deserved to live.

He deserved to go home, alive. Not in a box, riddled with bullets and shrapnel. Not with a folded up flag, and battered tags.

Not like this.

"Parker!"

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He sat up with a start, breathing heavy and eyes wide as he frantically scanned the room, instinctively reaching for the pistol he no longer carried.

When he saw nobody there, he fell back onto the bed, a heavy sigh leaving his chest as he stared at the ceiling.

Right. He was in HQ.

He was in the med-bay.

He wasn't on the battlefield anymore.

He wasn't elbow deep in viscera anymore.

He wasn't watching somebody's child die in his arms anymore.

He draped an arm over his face briefly, before getting up to trudge into the attached bathroom to pull off his mask and stare at his face for probably the first time in days.

It was hard to look at himself, sometimes.

The one who lived. The one who got lucky, possibly at the cost of some kid fresh into his boots.

Survivor's guilt, some called it.

He pulled his gloves off next, splashing some nice cold water on his face to wake himself up, to pull him back to reality.

Once he dried off, he pulled his mask and gloves back on, walking out to grab his helmet before securing it and buckling it safely back in place.

It had a red spider with a white cross on the abdomen.

He wasn't a medical corps-man anymore.

He wasn't some useless PTSD-ridden veteran that they paraded about to showcase the horrors of war.

He was a medic. A damned good one.

He had friends, his job was cushy, he had a purpose. He didn't have to stew in his own madness anymore.

But it was when it was quiet that it got hard.

27 years old, and he felt like he'd lived decades in those trenches. Like he'd lived there his whole life.

Like he was born there. Like he was going to die there.

But, he didn't.

He was here, he was now. Part of something far bigger than he ever could have imagined.

He almost exclusively lived at HQ at this point, not seeing a reason he was needed in his universe anymore.

Miguel assured him there was no risk of an inter-dimensional anomaly, that his universe wouldn't collapse.

Thankfully, he could stay as long as he wanted and his universe wouldn't collapse.

Maybe he was a special case.

He didn't really care. Going back to post-war America was not something he looked forward to.

Going home to an empty house wasn't something he could stand, being left with his own thoughts was torture enough.

"Hey, Med." Lyla chimed, her tiny holographic image appeared above the watch on his wrist.

"Yeah? What is it, Lyla?" He asked, forcing the exhaustion from his tone, to little avail.

"So uhhh... you know the Spider-Woman from 18906?" She grinned.

"Oh dear God what did that woman do now?" He groaned, facepalming.

Lyla leaned on his head like he was a brick wall. The gesture wasn't really necessary, he couldn't feel her do it, but it was for effect.

She checked her nails and hummed.

"Sprained her ankle. Or somethin'." She smirked slowly, her body glitching until she was in front of him, hands now in the pockets of her large coat.

Her eyes glimmered almost, behind those large heart-shaped glasses.

"Just thought I'd give you a heads-up before she limps on in..."

"Ugh, thanks for the warning." He sighed as he changed the bedding and pillowcase with fresh sterile replacements, tossing the blankets he slept in into the bin.

"Tell 'er to come in here. I'm sure it's nothing."

"Want me to make sure nobody interrupts the lecture you're gonna drill into her brain?" She asked, eyebrows waggling.

"Lyla..."

"I'm goin', I'm goin'! You're acting more and more like Miguel every day!"

Before he could retort, telling the little AI she was wrong, she disappeared and he was left alone.

"Ugh."

He groaned and dug out a first aid kit and checked the supplies in this particular suite

The medical wing of HQ was much like a hospital ward. It had ICU suites, private suites, an emergency room where beds were separated by curtains, x-ray...

Everything a respectable medical professional would need.

Respectable. Yeah, right.

His thoughts were interrupted when the door to the suite slid open, and he turned, crossing his arms at you.

You drove him up the walls with your shenanigans, and how you shrugged your injuries off like they were a drop of sweat. Even the time he had to practically scoop your guts back into you.

You were the bane of his existence in the medical wing, you and Hobie. But moreso you, as you found your way under his hands in some way or another constantly.

"So..." You started bashfully, leaning on the doorframe for support. "Don't get mad..."

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"You mean to tell me you were trying to... to skateboard? While playing a goddamn guitar?" He growled, the eyes of his mask narrowing as he examined your bare, slightly swollen ankle.

His fingers were gentle, turning your foot this way and that, gauging your pain, checking the bruising...

But he had no idea how his touch was affecting you in other ways.

You got made fun of, by some of the other Spiders. Ben Reilly the most. He even outpaced Hobie with how he poked at how down bad you were for this Peter Parker. The one everyone called Spider-Medic. Sure you almost never saw his face, except on a few occasions. Sure, he looked like half the other Peter Parkers; but he had his own "look" that set him apart from the rest, a rugged appearance that made him look unique.

"You probably hurt yourself just to get his attention at this point! Not a good way to spend time with the guy you like, toots." Ben clucked. "You need a better icebreaker."

He wasn't... entirely wrong.

You were accident-prone as hell. You got injured in training, on the job... doing stupid shit with Hobie.

"Well... er. It was for a bet, so--"

He cut you off. "Don't give a damn what it was for. Doing reckless shit like this is childish."

His tone was firm, but not unkind.

He hadn't looked up at you once, and thankfully you were happy you still wore your mask. It hid the blush that crept up your cheeks.

"R.... Right." You mumble, squirming.

"Stop moving, you'll only make this harder." He grunted, reaching into his kit.

You do as he says, letting him wrap your ankle with some gauze and his webs.

His hands were warm, even through his gloves.

"Good girl." He says quietly.

You worked hard to suppress the shudder that went up your spine at that.

"It's barely a sprain. You're lucky. Don't do that kinda shit again." He told you.

"Y-yeah..." You mumble as he stands, crossing his arms and looking down at you.

God, why did you find this man so hot?

He sighed and set the kit down on the bed next to you, sorting the contents neatly again, grabbing excess from the cabinet nearby to restock it.

"So, um..." You try, clearing your throat awkwardly.

"Spit it out, kid. Don't have all day." He says, focusing on his task, meticulously organizing the kit on muscle memory alone.

"I--I am not a kid! You're only like, two or three years older than I am!" You retort.

"Yeah well, I've seen and experienced enough to get you beat by a few decades." He narrowed his eyes at you.

"And doing shit like this? Getting hurt like this? Pretty damn childish if you ask me."

You wilted a bit, twiddling your fingers in your lap silently.

He wasn't wrong... but you weren't the only Spidey that didn't take things seriously all the time.

Like that one who had that Deadpool guy shoved up his ass.

Literally, you sometimes joked. It never ceased to make the guy blush, much to your delight.

Like you were blushing now, red as the parts on his suit...

"I don't mean to... not all the time, I just--"

One of his eyebrows shoots up. "What do you mean all the time? You get hurt on purpose?"

You jolted, realizing how you just let that slip.

"I, uh--I just--what I meant was..." You fumble for the words.

"What the hell are you thinking?!" He snapped, his voice turning as stern as... well, what you assume a drill instructor sounded like.

"Hurting yourself on purpose? What kind of logic goes behind that? What, you trying to get yourself killed?!"

You flinched under the onslaught of words.

"Because kid, if you think that getting yourself hurt will get you out of missions like cutting school, then I don't want to see you in my med bay at all!"

"I--"

"What kind of reckless bullshit is that? If you do this shit intentionally, then you shouldn't be in the Spider Society at all, kid--"

"I do it to come see you, you asshole!" You snap back, unable to take his criticism.

He falls silent, wide-eyed as you continue.

"And stop calling me kid! You think that shit doesn't piss me off? I've tried getting your attention, but the only way you ever look at me is when you're treating me!" You say, everything you've kept bottled up for the past six months reaching its boiling point.

"You never leave the med bay, and when you do--once in a blue fucking moon--is when you go get food from the cafeteria or go talk to Miguel! You never do anything else! Franky, it worries everyone! Not just me! It freaks out fucking Lyla, Med! Lyla!"

You continue to blow it all out. He could swear he could almost see steam coming off of you, like an angry kettle boiling.

"You never talk to anyone other than Miguel or Lyla, except when you're fucking treating someone! I just--I wanted to--You--"

Your shoulders slump and you suddenly deflate.

"You don't... I don't... I can't just--"

He sat silently, staring at you as you reached up, digging the heels of your palms into the lenses of your suit, as if that really did anything to help the tears that wanted to come out.

Fuck, you were one of the emotional ones.

For once, the word "kid" didn't come out of his mouth. Your name did.

And when he said it, he was... gentle. His tone fragile.

"If you've seen what I have... done what I have... you'd understand."

"I may not understand it all, but I want to! I just don't know how to talk to you if I'm not bleeding from somewhere!" You retorted, slapping your hand on the mattress for emphasis.

"You won't even look at me." You say quietly. "Not unless you're patching me up."

He listens to you now, and... shit. Fuck.

He was feeling things.

Feelings. Feelings he hadn't realized he was even feeling until you fessed up.

Feelings he hadn't felt since before he was shipped out.

Before...

Shit, is that why you annoyed him so much? Is that why his skin prickled when he touched you?

This wasn't... he couldn't...

He didn't deserve this. He didn't deserve... someone like you. Plucky, happy, so full of life.

And here you were, pouring out everything that's been on your mind, everything about him. And it was breaking his heart.

His hands were moving before either of you even realized it.

He helmet and mask were ripped off and tossed to the floor, the metal clanking a bit too loud. Your mask joined his on the tile, eyes as big as saucers as his mouth found yours, desperate and hungry.

God... you wanted to keep yelling at him but having the mouth of the man you've been pining for for months on yours threw all sense out the window; your hands pawed at each other greedily.

His hands slid around your waist, down, gripping your ass and pulling you against him, grinding his hips into yours with a groan.

Fuck, he was already getting hard. It's been so long...

He rolled the bulge in his pants against your throbbing heat, earning a weak moan from you as his mouth moved down, biting at the skin that shielded your leaping pulse, lips placing frantic kisses at the curve of your jaw, beneath your ear as he continued to grind into you, coaxing himself to full mast as fresh pulses of arousal ping around your stomach like a pinball machine.

His hastily tears his gloves off and drops them on the bed, fingers fumbling for the zipper on the back of your suit.

He tugs it down as you arch yourself against him, pressing your chest against his.

He peels it down to your waist like he's done it a hundred times; and groans deeply when he sees you weren't wearing a bra.

"Fucking hell." He growled, reaching out to pinch and roll your nipple with one hand, while groping your ass with another as your mouths crash together again, all teeth and tongue and just sheer desire.

His kisses were almost like punches, ripping the air and moans from your throat.

If his kisses were punches, you really were feeling punch-drunk right about now.

"Peter." You gasp when he bites at your bottom lip.

He stills for a moment, his mouth at the curve of your neck and shoulder.

"Say my name again." He growled, his voice heady with lust.

He bites down on the soft skin, sending sharp jolts of pleasure arcing through your bloodstream.

"Peter!" You moan breathlessly.

He leans you back, moving to place open-mouthed kisses to your collar bone, licking and nipping as he went, one of his hands groping at your left breast as his teeth close around the nipple on your right.

You moaned out loud as his mouth greedily latched on, his tongue swirling and his teeth pinching your nipple ferociously, trailing his lips across your chest to your other neglected nipple.

"Fuck--" You squeak, feeling his hand reach down to cup your clothed sex.

He could feel the heat there roll off in waves right into his palm, a slight dampness sticking through to his skin.

He groaned into your tit before popping free.

"Lift your hips for me, sweetheart."

You comply, letting him pull your suit down the rest of the way, careful of your bandaged ankle, even if it wasn't hurt that badly.

He hissed out a sigh between his teeth when he laid eyes on your wet and puffy sex, glossy from your arousal; the hair just above cut into a small heart.

God damn, you weren't wearing underwear, either.

Did you always wear your suit like this? One bad rip away from bearing it all...

The thought of you fighting like this, your suit getting torn juuuust right had his cock leaking at the mental image.

He didn't waste any time, his mouth immediately went in, his tongue stroking your folds before thrusting and twirling your clit.

He reminded himself of the things he'd done before.

'Same old song and dance, remember what you learned...'

And damn did he like how you were squirming.

His hair wasn't long enough to grip, a short, military buzz cut that he kept out of habit. His eyes glazed in the most gorgeous way as they locked glances with yours as his mouth devoured you like he was a starving man.

He lifted his mouth off of you, his chin shiny and slick.

"Fuck, you're so wet. D'you always get like this?" He hissed out, gliding his fingers through your folds, before plunging into your depths and curling in the most delicious way.

You nod, whimpering needily. "C-can't help it... ah--always g-get like this..."

"You're like a goddamned fountain. All this for me?" He breathed, kissing the little dip of your hip bone as he continued to fuck you with his hand, kneeling between your legs like a man kneeling before his god.

And, hell, you were already so close, his long thick fingers worked wonders inside, stroking that little spot inside that had your vision going dark at the edges.

You clawed desperately at him, at the sheets, gripping your hair as you cried out, your orgasm rapidly approaching.

Any woman dumb enough to pass this Peter Parker up was a fucking dumbass. They were missing out.

"P-P-Peter--" You babble out, whimpering pathetically.

"That's it..." He urges you quietly, shifting his body so his mouth was at the shell of your ear, his hand not moving from out of your cunt.

He pressed the heel of his palm into your clit, rolling it in time with your hips and the crook of his fingers as your orgasm crested.

"Good girl... let it out."

You whined loudly, ripping at the green uniform he wore over his suit as your climax slammed into you, your muscles squeezing his fingers so tightly he swore you could probably break them; more of your juices gushing out and soaking his hand and the sheets below.

He breathed heavily into your skin as he slowly moved his fingers, helping you ride out your orgasm until you were calm.

"Fuck." You panted, dropping your head onto the mattress.

"Oh, it'll happen." He sighs, giving you a smirk that creases the corners of his eyes.

You watch as he palms the bulge in his pants, and your hands tug on his shirt.

"Ah, I... c... can I..?" You blunder.

"Sure can, sweetheart." He all but purrs. "Be mindful of your ankle."

You give him a wet hungry kiss before switching places with him, helping him undress and kneeling between his legs.

And the sight that greeted you sent a fresh throb to your cunt.

His cock looked about seven inches, and the girth was enough to make your head spin. Veins swirled up the shaft, his tip vivid and leaking as you gripped it, your fingertips barely touching.

You give him a few pumps, your toes curling at the sounds he let out.

"You ever do this before? I should have asked..." he panted down at you, eyes locking with yours as you kissed his weeping tip.

"Yeah. I've done it a few times." You say.

You're worried about how he'd take that, knowing you weren't exactly innocent. But the look on his face and the way he bites his lip quashes your worries.

"Shit. Alright, babydoll. You lead on this one." He groaned.

You shove down the grin you want to make, instead settling for swallowing his cock as deep as you could, your jaw already straining at the stretch of him. You were really happy you didn't have a gag reflex, right now. Your exes were more than happy to abuse that fact.

You shake of the thought when you hear his voice grow shaky, his fingers gripping in your hair as you bob your head.

"Oh fuck..."

You stroke with your tongue, jerking him with your hand each time you pulled back, the salty taste of his precum coating your tongue.

You weren't afraid to get a little messy, letting saliva drip down to help lubricate your fist, the sounds of you sucking him off and the noises he was making filling the suite rivaling only the raunchiest of porn videos you've perused on the internet.

You weren't the best at blowjobs, but you liked to think you were pretty good.

Your hand cupped his balls gently, as you kept pulling your head back and pushing back down, feeling them tighten in your palm.

"Ah, fuck--" He moaned. "I'm gonna... fuck!"

He tried to pull you back, he really did, but you were a woman on a mission and he just couldn't resist your drive and focus on the task at hand.

He emptied his cock down your throat, his teeth gritting tightly as he tipped his head back, eyes screwed shut and sweat dripping down his brow.

He was stupid as fuck for not noticing how you were looking to him these past few months.

You pull off of him with a lewd pop, and kiss his tip one last time before resting your chin on one of his knees.

You batted your eyelashes and smiled up at him.

"You still alive?" You teased.

He looked down at you and shook his head, petting your hair affectionately.

"You're a little shit. C'mere."

You squeak and giggle when he pulls you up, pressing you down into the sterile-smelling bedding as his mouth finds yours again, tongues dancing as you card your nails through his short hair.

He groans again, a noise you wanted to hear a lot more often.

You part your legs for him, grinning into his mouth as you feel his cock pressing against you, still rock hard and ready to go.

"Aww... you're pent up, huh?" You purr, licking the pulse in his neck.

"Keep it up and I won't give it to you." He growled.

You instantly lay back and bite your lip, looking up at him with a glimmer in your eyes that made his heart flip, being obedient.

His good girl.

Damn, he could get used to calling you that.

He could get used to seeing how your eyes rolled back as he sunk his cock into you with a slow grind of his hips.

"Fuck..." You moaned, the girth of his cock felt bigger inside you than it did in your palm, the stretch toeing the line between painful and pleasurable as you felt the drag of his shaft inside your velvety walls.

He bottomed out inside of you, holding there, his hips flush against yours as he moans deeply in your ear.

"So fucking tight." He grunted, one of his arms next to your head, fisting the pillow as his other hand gripped at your hip, his fingers probably leaving bruises in their wake.

"I... I'm not gonna lie. Fuck, I don't think I'm gonna last long."

It made him feel a little inadequate, sure, but he wasn't gonna lie to you. It had been ages since he'd last had sex with somebody, and the feel of your mouth and tight pussy were enough to drive any man insane.

"Don't care. Keep going..." You whine, your nails digging into his shoulders as you kiss his jaw.

His eyes rolled back and he turned his head so his mouth could meet yours as he pulled himself out almost entirely, before slamming into you, knocking the breath out of your lungs.

He set a rough and brutal pace for himself, burying his nose in your hair and breathing deeply as he gets lost in your cunt shivering at your nails scratching down the muscles in his back, leaving angry red marks.

You felt tears prickle in your eyes as his cock punched you mercilessly, gliding in and out of your slick walls as he grunted and panted in your ear with wild desperation.

"Oh god, oh fuck--" You squeak out as he takes your hips in both of his hands and pulls you up, pistoning in and out of you like a machine.

He's all but bent in half as he says things to you in your ear, filthy praises about how good you feel around him, how sweet you are, his good you taste, how much better you feel wrapped around him than his own fist.

It was enough to send your head into a tailspin.

"My good girl." He grunted, biting softly at your ear lobe.

You shudder, your muscles clenching around him at what he said, and he makes what can only be described as a whining sound as he slaps his hips into yours, almost disoriented as he pumps you full, fucking you through his orgasm as he paints your velvet walls a sheen of white.

You're both breathing heavy, sweaty, and hot as his cock twitched with the remnants of his almost mind-numbing orgasm.

"Shit." He hissed. "You didn't--"

"I'm fine." You mumbled, brain still fuzzy from the ferocity in which he fucked you.

"Uh-uh." He sighs, keeping his softening cock sheathed inside you as he brings his fingers to your swollen clit, desperately circling the swollen bundle of nerves.

"Wan' you to cum on my cock. Come on, babydoll." He said through gritted teeth, feeling your walls flutter around him.

Your thighs squeezed against his hips as his fingers worked feverishly at your clit, his hips rolling into yours lazily as he dragged his barely half-hard cock in and out, adding extra stimulation.

Your second orgasm came harder than the last one, your whole body almost seizing up as you clawed at his shoulders, your hands falling to grip at his biceps as you babbled incoherently, mumbling his name as you gushed around him, his eyes rolling back at the sensation.

"That's it, sweetheart..." He praised, watching you come undone beneath him.

He dropped down on his elbows, his arms on either side of your head as he caged you in, giving you soft kisses, his lips spelling silent "I love you's" all the way down your neck and back up again.

He rolled off of you, pulling out and tucking you against him as you both basked in the afterglow, feeling small bits of his cum dripping out of you.

"Hey, doc...." You say affectionately, your fingers trailing circles lazily on his chest.

"Hm?" He hummed, his hand toying with your hair.

"What am I gonna do about my sprained ankle?"

"Hnh." He grunted softly.

"Gonna need some bed rest, I think. Here in the med bay, to be safe."

"Oh? And you're gonna take care of me?" You giggle innocently.

"Somebody has to make sure you don't exacerbate your injury."

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worksby-d · 2 years ago

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𝐅𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲

An Everyone Thinks It Oneshot

Pairing: Chris Evans x fem!Reader

Summary: A glimpse into attending Chris’ latest movie premiere with him, including somehow becoming the center of and taking over one of his interviews.

Warnings: RPF, pure fluff as always.

Word count: ~1,600

a/n: Really just wanted to jump on the bandwagon of writing about Chris’ gray hair 😔💕

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“That husband of yours is being a drama queen in there,” you suddenly hear Chris’ stylist huff as she scurries into the room to shuffle through her bag for something.

Your eyes are closed as your makeup artist works on perfecting your shadow and liner, but you could tell it was her the moment her frantic footsteps brought her into the room.

“Of course,” you chuckle, but you know she's only half joking. “And he wonders where our kids get it.”

“He's going back and forth about whether we should quickly cover the gray in his beard before we go,” she explains. “He's driving me crazy.”

“No way, I'm not letting him do that,” you scoff. “Chris!” You yell out to get his attention so you can talk some sense into him. “Can you tell him to get in here? I'll take care of it.”

“Please do,” she begs, walking back out to grab him for you.

You can hear his voice carrying – he’s rambling before he even walks through the door.

“I just– Should I touch up the beard?” With the OK to open your eyes, you finally catch a glimpse of him. But before he makes it to you, he stops in front of a mirror on the other side of the room to look at himself again. “The gray is making me nervous. I swear it showed up overnight. And the color of this suit is really making it evident…”

“Can I see, babe?” You interject, confused how you're supposed to help if you can't see what he's talking about. “Let me see.”

Reluctantly pulling himself away from the mirror, he stands in front of you, nervously smoothing out his tie.

“I like it,” you smirk. The roll of his eyes tells you that wasn't the answer he was looking for. “You know I do. I don't want you covering it up.”

“I think I need an unbiased opinion–”

“No you don't,” you laugh, reaching out your hand so he’ll step closer to you. “You're 41, you're gonna have gray hair.”

“Yeah, but…”

“No buts.” You don't mean to use your mom voice on him, but maybe it's what he needs. “Stop being so difficult when we have to leave in ten minutes.”

“Fine,” he sighs, deep down knowing you’re right. He turns to go finish getting ready, but not without turning back to press a quick kiss to your temple, avoiding your lips so as not to mess up your makeup. “You look very pretty, by the way.”

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Before you leave, you sit down for a quick FaceTime call with your kids so you can tell them goodnight. They like to see your outfits too; you always know they'll be more brutally honest than any tabloid could ever be.

You can hear their babysitter corralling them and telling them who’s on the phone when she picks up, but lets them be the first faces you see.

“Hi, bubbas,” you wave.

“Are you guys getting ready for bed?” Chris chimes in.

“Yes,” your younger son nods, but he knows the drill. “Are you and mom gonna show us your clothes?”

“Yeah,” you laugh, propping your phone up so you and Chris can stand up for them. “You each have to tell us whose outfit you like better.”

“Mom’s,” he quickly answers. Always a mama’s boy. “Pretty color.”

“Thanks, buddy,” you chuckle. “Other thoughts?”

Your older son is at an age he likes to pretend he doesn't care, but you can see the smirk he's failing to suppress.

“I like dad’s,” he answers quietly.

“Yeah!” Chris fist pumps, making him laugh. “Knew I could count on you, pal.” His gaze zeros in on your daughter next, and he points to her. “How about you, princess?”

You hear the sitter whisper in her ear, prompting her to choose mom or dad.

“Like mommy’s dress,” she giggles.

“Oh, in your face,” you tease, playfully shoving Chris, who's feigning hurt over her choice, before picking your phone back up. “Thank you kiddos. We love you.”

You're practically being pushed out the door as you blow kisses and say your final goodnights to them.

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The red carpet portion of premieres is always nerve-racking – being herded like cattle, not knowing which yelling photographer to focus on, standing awkwardly next to his publicist as you wait for him to move from one interview to the next.

You get pulled apart pretty much instantly as his publicist points in the direction of the first interviewer for him to speak to.

“Chris Evans,” she introduces, waving for him to stand on the mark so the camera can see him. “Looking dapper as always. I have to tell you, the night has barely begun and the internet is already swooning over this look.”

“Really?” He laughs, looking down at himself. “It's just a suit.”

“It's the beard they're going crazy over.”

“Oh, gees.” He runs his hand over his beard and drops his head before looking back up at her, amused. “Funny story actually. I was basically having a meltdown ten minutes before leaving for this – I wanted to quickly touch up my beard so you couldn't see the gray hair, but my wife wouldn't allow it. Glad to hear the reaction is positive so far, I guess.”

“You—we—owe your wife a thank you,” she jokes. “That's her over there, right?” She nods her head toward you, and you notice, getting nervous that they're talking about you. “Is it okay if we get her over here?”

“Uh, yeah,” he offers, a little hesitant, but he'll leave it up to you. “If she wants to.”

When he waves at you to join them, you look around to see if he's really looking at you. “Yes,” he mouths, laughing at your reaction.

Stepping beside Chris, you're a little unsure, only relaxing a bit when his arm rests around your waist.

“Hi! Don't be nervous,” the interviewer laughs, holding her hand out to shake yours.

“Did I do something?” You quip, looking toward her skeptically. “I'm usually not part of these.”

“No,” she promises. “Well yes, but first off though, who are you wearing?” She does her best to make you more comfortable.

“Oh, it’s Elie Saab,” you smile, turning a bit to give the full effect of your dress. Chris can't help but watch you adoringly. “Wow, this is fun. No one’s ever asked me that.”

“Well, I just had to. It's stunning! But okay, I had to get you over here because Chris told us you're to thank for this new gray hair look the internet is going bonkers over already tonight.”

“Oh, good!” Looking to him at your side, you give him a lighthearted glare. “I told you. And now I can't wait to join in on the beard discourse later.”

“Oh, God,” he rolls his eyes.

“No, wait, this is a great segue,” the interviewer cuts in before Chris can make anymore of a fuss. “Everyone loves your social media presence, Y/N. We live for your comments under his posts.”

“Why, thank you. I'm glad someone likes them.” Your elbow playfully jabs Chris' side. “I think it's funny. He begs me not to egg everyone on though!”

“Hold on– here.” The interviewer takes a tablet one of the guys behind the camera hands to her. “These guys work fast. We have a few examples of your comments.”

“Chris please marry me,” she reads, making you snort right off the bat. You were very much already married when you commented that. “‘The shirt looked better on the floor this morning’ is another one.” You drop your head at that one, definitely one of the more embarrassing ones you left under a photo from a different premiere. “And I like this one. ‘Chris in his DILF era??’”

“I like that one too,” you laugh. “I think those comments are so funny lately because he's been in his DILF era for ten years now, so I just had to poke fun with that one.”

“Ten already? Wow,” she marvels. “So your oldest is 10…”

“Yeah, our oldest is 10, our middle son is 4, and our daughter is 2.”

Her hand goes over her heart. “They grow up so fast.”

“I know,” you pout. You quickly, but politely work to change the subject though. “Sorry, Chris,” you say, leaning against him. “I totally just hijacked your interview.”

“Hey–” His hands go up in defeat. “It was a better interview than I could have given.”

“Are we the first to get a Y/N Y/L/N interview?” The interviewer gasps, shaking your hands as you wrap it up.

“Yeah, and I don't know how you did it,” you joke, quirking an eyebrow. “You guys are sneaky. Thank you though. It was a pleasure.”

Letting out a deep breath as you both walk away, you turn to him cringing. “Sorry.”

“No, babe. Oh my god.” He pulls you against him for a quick, reassuring hug. “Do the rest of my interviews for me. I hate these things.”

“That was enough for me, I think,” you chuckle. “Now I'm worried about if I said anything wrong. I get why those exhaust you now.”

“Don't worry about that,” he smiles, shaking his head. There's time for him to give you one more quick kiss before getting whisked away again. “You were perfect.”

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wnana-oh · 3 years ago

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warnings: angst i guess?

relationship: rindou haitani × mafia reader

a/n: its my 1st time doing this 😔 since 2015 wattpad so bear with me please .

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Legs aching, eyes lost in the blinding sea of lights, I wondered where the car was heading to. It had been a while since we'd met, parting on bad terms some month ago. Not once did he bother looking at me, as questions were flooding my thoughts, I murmured something unconsciously, fingers rhythmly tapping on my phone case. He laughed. Not sure if it was a scoff or a genious giggle, I ignored him.

"Have you seriously lost your mind?"

My mind wondered, had I ? How come I forget his behaviour, how come I act all bratty knowing I might as well die as he'd flick his fingers towards me. I had mumbled something about how he'd have to be a crazy bastard to bring me back where we used to meet. Apparently it was exactly why he had come for me. I looked at him from the wing mirror, memories of other rides monopolizing my head.

"Why'd you even come for me? Isn't it you who's lost their mind?"

He knew damn too well I wouldn't give into him as easily as before. Not anymore. Not now that I knew everything he had done and wished to do. He was no fool, I wasn't as malleable as other chicks that would swoon over him in the blink of an eye, because he had his stupid good looks and a ridiculously tempting way of talking. His pistol cocked, the sound filling the car, aiming it at my thigh, he warned me silently, eyes not leaving the traffic. At this point, the old me would've been begging for forgiveness, for punishment. He was annoyed by the lack of reaction from my side, but I never noticed it, too focused on what wise words to speak, to survive. This ride felt like a ride to hell, oh how I came to resent my innocent self for falling into him so deeply, I had no one else, I was alone. I was my only possible saviour.

"I'm working to pay you back. I don't know what kind of trick you think you are playing on me, but you might as well stop it now and drop me off here. No way I'm going to work for you again Haitani."

He took a turn to the right, and to the left to park into a dark alley. Other cars were parked, on a perfect line, letting the shiniest car to the front, his car, admired by his coworkers. He adjusted his leather gloves onto his slender hands, putting his pistol back onto its belt. Dusting nothing but air off of his blazer, he turned the engine off, finally daring to look at my frail figure, glued on the seat, knowing there was no other option than to obey him as soon as we'd step out of that stupid sports car. He smirked, well aware that I could resist all I wanted, I was still scared shitless of this place, of the thing he'd do.

"Listen, you don't have anywhere else to go, am I right? You do this the best pretty girl. Clients have been requesting you. I'll pay you plenty. Treat you real good. You know that I always do."

His voice was as smooth as butter. Had I been tipsy, I would've given in. Had it been a few weeks ago, I would've run in his arms, crying about how much I loved and missed him. His hand caressed my cheek, eyes fixed onto mine, acting all sweet. How disgusting. I reacted out of character, fleeing away from his warm touch, afraid I'd relapse. I was doing just fine without him, working here and there to earn as much as I could, letting my pride and ego on the side, just to repay him, so that he'd let me alone. It never was in his plans to let me go, I made a ton shit of money working for him, cash that would fall in his pockets, while mine stayed pretty much empty. I used to let it slide, as he fucked the life out of me for said compensation.

"I'm not as naïve as I used to be. Not every girl is waiting for you to pick them up again after you ruined their lives. Let me go Haitani. I'll pay you back."

He never intended to. And I was dumb to think he would if I asked nicely. If he were to speak his mind, truthfully, no filter, he would admit not needing any more money. The thing that made him come back wasn't his precious gold and honestly he had no idea why he always came back. The guys had teased him enough already for him to notice it wasn't in his natural behaviour to go back to some girl he once played with succinctly. It annoyed him oh so very much that that girl wouldn't fall back into his game of push and pull. As I stayed put, in the leather seat, I caught a glimpse of him putting away his mean stare, looking down at me with pure consideration, his mind wandering on something I wouldn't pinpoint.

"Now that we're here you can't go without meeting the boys, hm? pretty."

I hadn't noticed that his gun was still cocked in his belt. Acting bratty was all cool and relieving after submitting so much to his orders but I still wanted to walk out of today alive, with both of my legs. I agreed with a move of the head. He got out of the car first and as I watched him come to my side, I caught myself hoping he would drop dead, letting me escape, disapear, run, far away, to the other side of the world if I had to. The sound of the door opening, his warmth covering me as he bent over to unlock my seatbelt made me realise he wouldn't die so easily. I couldn't dare to look at him, his essence enough to make me breathless. He offered me his hand as I pleaded him to let me go with teary eyes that only made his smirk grow wider. I placed my feet on the concrete, legs shaking, eyes unable to concentrate on one thing. He took me to that hellish proprety of his, looking like a war winner, all fucking proud and shit, not giving a single fuck to how I almost fainted every step I took inside that gigantic hall. He looked good, he looked fine, not a single hint of worry or anxiety on his face, he looked happy. I hated him for being joyfull even when he was in a shitty gang, even when he came back all red from all the blood spilled. I despise him because I was miserable, I was dependent, I was poor, and couldn't even afford to go to college because I wasn't a genious, I had to sell my body and soul to guys like him to see a glimpse of light. I probably betrayed my country in my past life to live this kind of hell.

"Wear your prettiest smile princess. Can't look pitifull in front of the boys right ?"

"I despise you Haitani. Why the fuck can't you let me go uh? Fucking obsessed ?"

It was something in the way he looked at me, somethin in the way he stopped right before the door that made me realise I'd hit the jackpot. The reason he couldn't, wouldn't leave me the fuck alone, the thing that made him come back was because he was obsessed. Obsessed because I wasn't. Because I defied him, because I ran away and never came back on my own. I was stunned, almost caught myself laughing before his slender fingers tapped my tight, the exact place here he had scarred me in he past. I remembered that night, the urge to laugh dying in my throat as he opened the door, revealing the other members of his stupid gang rulling over the fucking world if you listened to them.

Ran, his brother laughed when he saw us looking at his peers as if he had won the lottery. They probably betted on it, seeing how the money hungry Hajime Kokonoi was pissed. Nothing changed, they looked the exact same, talked the exact same, behaved the exact same. I kept telling myself they had reasons for becoming who they had become but honestly speaking I couldn't care anymore, even if they had the most terrible childhood, even if they had been backstabbed, abandoned, mistreated or abused, I just couldn't care less. The only one I wanted to pity was their leader looking as if he was already dead, not accepting his fate at all, but something told me he may as well be the worst, else, why would he have been their leader.

"Say hello. Or, do you wanna stay with them longer? I thought you wanted to run. So much you cried."

I bowed mumbling a shy hello in the most polite way, I never even greeted my grand parents this politely. How pathetic of me, I thought I grew to be fearless. Nonetheless these men made me remember anyone could be a prey, however hardly anyone could be a predator. The younger Haitani sweetly murmured a good girl in my ears before leaving, taking me away form these sharks. At least he didn't make me stay all night there, cornered by dirty money, suffocating smoke and filthy moans all night. Maybe, he knew what to do to soothe my anxiety, had it all planned for me to go way back to the poor teenager I'd been. Maybe, I was defying all of his pre-made plans, but I had no way to know whether I was ahead of him or if it was the other way around. We walked to his office ㅡ brand new office ㅡ, there, he surprisingly offered me to sit, pouring me a drink, settling in front of me, the massive designer desk separating us and it amused me thinking how we never sat so far away from each other.

"Tell me now pretty, don't you have something to confess?"

"I don't think so. But you, you do have something to confess to yourself."

He raised an eyebrow. It was no secret I always talked back, but I had never been that free to speak my mind, that able to fight back his vicious words.

"Why'd you pretend to be so precious, so fucking fragile huh?"

"Oh god, you'd have done the same. You loved me like that, and I needed you to."

He sneered. His hypothesis was right. And between those four walls, I decided not to lie anymore to the fool he made himself.

"When the fuck did it all start? Since when have you been on their side?"

"It started around the time you were leading Roppongi Kyougoku."

"Fuck you were twelve at the time."

"Well, you were only thirteen, what's the point in being so shocked. It's only natural we keep our territoires under surveillance."

He probably had many questions he wanted to ask. I wanted to know if he had kept his suspisions for himself. We had always been silent about the gangs, their fights, when they killed each other for ego and nothing more valuable. We had been so quiet, they never suspected we knew everything. Of course I was afraid of them, afraid of what they had done to me, even when I expected them to do those things. And I had caught myself falling for that asshole times and times again. But never had I forget why I was there in the first place.

"Why'd you never stick around my brother. Because if it goes back to Roppongi Kyougoku, it was us, not me right."

"You were easier to fool Rin. You were so full of yourself, you believed every girl was ar your feet. All I had to do was act submissively, shed tears here and there and you fell in my trap."

I knew Ran, his brother warned him, he was more observant when it came to his family. Now that I know Rindou was obsessed, I understand why he never listened to the older guys. Honestly I would've loved him to just let me go, never ask anything about who I was, what I did, where I came from. I was fine leaving like that, with him thinking I was a crybaby, a poor, idiotic girl who knew absolutely nothing.

Unfortunately, at this point in time, I had to kill him. I knew Bonten would never join forces with us, it was my last resort. Their building had high technology security, men twice my height and built at every corner, and eight crazy murderers, wanted all over Japan. I had my hands to struggle him, my legs to run away and my eyes to cry as I beg for forgiveness or feign innocence when they catch me.

On the other side, Rindou was talent aback. The fact he tried so hard to deny, had been revealed eight in his face. The words "you were easier to fool", monopolized his mind, the fact I called him Rin, making him understand I was on a pedestal, no longer his doll.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't fucking lie to me. Not an ounce of regret is showing on your face. Don't fucking say you're sorry if you're just gonna backstab me again."

"I mean it."

"You're not gonna fool me twice. I may be an easier target than Ran but I'm not a complete moron."

It didn't feel right. I could hear my father scold me about my reluctance to end him. Other membres were dealing with other Bonten exectuives, one way or another, we were going to tear them apart. But I had never seen this look on his face, eyes puffy, trying to hold back some tears, breathe heavy. He looked terrible, betrayed and I hated myself for pitying him.

"I would've love to love you. And I hope you'll trust me when I say I'm sorry. Because I know you can understand where I'm standing. I don't have a choice."

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part 21

I'm going to fucking scream i want to go on a date with harry so fucking bad 😭 i know he picks cute little places like coffee shops or cafes and he always tries to pick a place that's not busy so you two can have your privacy 😭 he sometimes arranges to have the place closed for an hour or so so you'll be able to talk without any crazies interrupting you 😭 he goes to the counter and orders for you if you're more comfortable with that and he brings it back with the biggest smile on his face 😭 he's so sweet and such a gentlemen even after you've been dating for a while he's just amazing 😭 always holding your chair and helping you put your coat on and holding the door when you leave and never letting you pay and when you try he just says "you can get the next one" but then he just says that same thing every time 😭 your dates always end up being super long because you get lost in conversation and then end up going to another place or for a walk or back to one of your houses 😭 more often than not it gets so late that you end up having a sleepover because he says "it's too late for you to go home, why don't you just stay?" and then he makes you breakfast in the morning 😭😭😭

telling college bf harry you want him to take some pictures of you 😌 he's all excited you're asking him because sometimes you're a little nervous so he runs to get his camera 😌 he comes back and you're laying on the bed wearing nothing but some lacy lingerie you know drives him crazy 😌 his jaw drops and he says "so this is what you wanted? could have just asked" and he goes to set the camera down but you stop him and say "no, I want you to take pictures of me" and he's so turned on he can barely think 😌 again he tries to keep things tasteful but soon he's just going feral taking pictures that are very explicit 😌 then later when you're having sex he reaches for it again and says "can i? it's just a Polaroid, just for us, but I don't have to-" and you're nodding so fast bc the idea of having something so private for only the two of you makes you 😵‍💫 he takes a few of your chest and some hickies on your neck and then probably one of where he's sliding into you because he's absolutely filthy like that 😵‍💫

pleaseee you're both nervous your first time because you like each other so much and he's so soft, kissing you and touching you and then when he's trying to take your bra off he's clearly struggling and you're trying not to laugh at him but finally you say "you need some help with that?" and he has the most concentrated face and he says "i swear I can usually do this" and you're trying to break the tension so you say "mhm that's what they all say" and he's pretending to be so offended but then he breaks out in giggles and kisses your face 😔then he tries again and he just can't get it undone so he huffs and says "you know what? we can do it over the clothes" and you laugh and reach back to help him 😔

I usually sleep with my face all tucked in blankets and I feel Harry would see that and be worried you wouldn't be able to breathe so he gently moves the blankets just a little bit and he's so careful so he doesn't wake you up 😔 he gives you a gentle kiss on the forehead before he pulls you into his arms 😔

edging harry to give him a little taste of his own medicine 😌 it's one of those nights when you feel like taking charge so you whisper "I don't want you to cum, not until I say so" and he nods so fast and you say "can you do that for me? gonna be a good boy?" and he's a little whiny when he says "yes I'll be good" and you smile, pulling his head back by his hair and leaving a few love bites on his neck 😌 then when you finally get where he wants you he's so turned on it's barely any time before he's moaning and saying he's close and right before he cums you pull away 😌 he would probably beg you to keep touching but you just shake your head and say "thought you were being good for me?" and he closes his eyes saying "I am, i am, just need you to touch me" and you say "well since you asked so nicely" 😌

harry seeing you shift around in your sleep a bit and he sees your face is all scrunched up and he thinks you might be too warm, he doesn't want you to wake up so he pulls one of the blankets off and smiles when you settle down again 😔 or he feels you cuddled really close to him and sees you're shivering a tiny bit and he gets all D: and reaches for another blanket to tuck you in before you even wake up 😔

methinks he normally lasts pretty long but sometimes he's just feeling feral or very emotional and he just can't control himself, and you keep saying it's okay because he probably already made you cum once beforehand but he's shaking his head and leaning down to eat you out 😌

you and harry get in a little spat one evening, you both had stressful days and it just kind of boils over and you say some not so nice things to each other. you end up walking away because you're both so upset nothing is getting solved and he comes to find you a little while later and you're laying in bed and his heart breaks when he sees your face and he can tell you've been crying 😔 he gets in next to you and says "I'm so sorry, I was so out of line" and you sniffle a little and say "it's okay" and he shakes his head saying "it's not okay, i came to ask you to forgive me" and you move closer and rest your head on his chest and say "of course i forgive you" and then he wipes away a few stray tears saying "I hate to see you cry, and I hate it even more that I'm the one who made you so sad" and you spend the rest of the night holding each other and saying how much you love each other 😔

harry probably gets love boners alllll the time and you sigh and say "really? I'm literally not doing anything I'm just sitting here" and he's not ashamed at all he just says "can't help it I just love you 😌"

harry is so into giving massages i know it he's obsessed with being able to see so much of your skin and the slight tease bc he can't see anything he really wants to 😌 he loves the little noises you make and how you're so relaxed after and just want to kiss him 😌

this is weird but I feel like harry really likes your hips?? like your hipbones when you're laying on your back, he likes trailing his fingers over them because it's sensitive there and giving them gentle little kisses (or being less gentle and leaving some nice marks😌)

I'd like to do body shots with harry i think he would be a disgusting freak licking all over you even when he's cleaned up all the salt he says "gotta make sure i get it all 😌" and then comes up to kiss the lime out of your mouth 😌 after he does a few he's a little tipsy and not even faking a reason anymore he's just kissing and licking all over you to see you squirm 😌

mmm yes college bf harry who does photography.... he's always asking to take your picture and I know he gets the most artsy shots 😌 maybe they're doing a section on humans or the body and he's a little hesitant to ask, but he wants to take pictures of you if you'll let him 😌 you say yes and it's basically nudes but they're tasteful, you have a sheet covering part of you or the angle is just right so that you're not REALLY showing anything but it's still a little steamy 😌 halfway though the session harry has to stop because he's so turned on watching you so you have to have a little kissing break 😌 then after he pulls out his Polaroid and you say "you still need more? I thought we had enough" and he says "these ones are just for us" and he pulls the sheet off your body 😌

complicated freak is giving kind of fwb but also kind of hate each other but also he's absolutely whipped for you and you go home with him every time the friend group goes out 😵‍💫

harry having a little stubble when he goes down on you for the first time after he's been away for a few weeks 😵‍💫 it's brushing against your thighs and you whimper at the new feeling and he's shushing you, saying "just be a good girl for me and let me take care of you, it's been so long since I've touched you" and when he gets his face between your legs you can feel a slight burn 😵‍💫 then a few hours later you're sore and the inside of your thighs are a bit red, he spreads your legs again, rubbing the tender spots and giving you gentle kisses saying "I'm so sorry lovie, didn't mean to hurt you" and being so soft 😔

it's raining and I'm thinking about college harry 😔when you walk out of class together he asks for your keys and says he'll go get your car and pull up so you don't get wet 😔 you say it's fine and you can walk but he says he wants to do it for you 😔 then when you get back to his apartment you make some hot chocolate and cuddle on the couch watching a movie 😔

thinking about being in control during sex... Harry's eyes would get a little droopy when you put your hands in his hair and push him down to his knees saying "i want you to make me cum" and he just nods and starts pulling your pants off 😵‍💫 you hold his head against you and he loves how you're being a little rough with him 😵‍💫

hmmm yes you're a little shy or inexperienced and you usually let him take the lead but then one day you decide you want to be in charge so while you're kissing and he's on top of you you push at his shoulder and say "i want to be on top" and he's so turned on 😵‍💫 he puts his arms around you and flips you over, then he puts his hands on your hips and says "want to be in charge tonight?" and you nod taking his hands off your hips and pin them above his head 😵‍💫 you lean in closer and he thinks you're going to kiss him but you whisper "you're going to do what i say tonight, ok?" and give him a quick peck before you kiss down his neck 😵‍💫

i just know harry is such a boy sometimes 😭 he stops and stares whenever you take your shirt off and you roll your eyes saying "you've seen them a million times" and he just grins and says "and they're nice to look at every time 😌"

hmm sleepy sex with Harry would be sooo good, he pulls you against him after you wake up from a little nap and you can feel how hard he is and he sighs and mumbles "I'm sorry, can't control it, just ignore me" but maybe you were having a really nice dream before you woke up so you're a little bit in the mood 😌 you push back on him and he groans saying "don't do that to me baby" and you whisper "want you inside me" and he drops his head to rest on your neck as he helps you resituate so he can slip inside 😌you're both so sensitive and it doesn't take long before you're gasping his name 😌

after Harry's made you come three times you're a shaking mess, there's a few tears in your eyes from how overstimulated you are and he's reaching up to wipe them away. after a few minutes he leans back down but you tighten your fingers in his hair and say "it's too much, I can't" and you're all out of breath and he says "ok, I'm done, I won't do any more" and you shake your head and say "I don't want you to stop i just- i need a minute" and he smiles and says "such a needy girl, I've already made you cum three times and you still want more? want me to wreck you?" and rubs his thumb over your bottom lip before he slips it into your mouth 🫠

thinking many thoughts about the home gym harry definitely has.... thinking about watching him work out and when he notices you he waves you in and puts his hands on your hips saying "were you watching me love? a little creepy, if I'm being honest" because he's such a pest like that and you just roll your eyes and say "if you're gonna tease me I'm leaving-" but he wraps his arms around you before you can get too far and he whispers in your ear "stay with me" and you can't say no to sweaty harry 😌 he asks if you want to try anything and offers to spot you to lift some weights, you agree so he's helping you get everything set up and then he's pretty surprised and a little turned on when you can lift a lot more than he expected 😌 when you've had enough he doesn't even get everything put away he just walks you backwards until you're up against the wall and kisses your neck as he says "that was so sexy" and it leads to a little makeout sesh right then and there 😌

harry being a little rough with you during sex, then after he cums in you he moves down and starts to lick you 😵‍💫 he's absolutely filthy and you're moaning because you're so over sensitive but it feels so good and he's clearly so into it 😵‍💫

harry when you're sore after sex 🥵 he would be worried at first when you're walking a little weird but you say it's fine and he just has to be gentle for a day or two and then he would be soooo cocky 🥵 saying stuff like "I'm just too big for you, hm? you're too small to take me" 🥵

discussing wedding stuff with fiancerry 😭 you would say "you are absolutely not allowed to shove cake in my face I don't care if you think it's funny" and he wiggles his eyebrows and grins and you say "I'm so serious harry I will be so mad" and he laughs and hugs you and says "whatever my beautiful wife wants" 😭

ik we're not filthy rn but i just keep having so many thoughts 😵‍💫 you have another girl going down on you while harry is up by your head kissing your neck and whispering how good you're being 😵‍💫 he likes this arrangement because he can see all your facial expressions and he can kiss you and feel you moan into his mouth 😵‍💫

wait yes him personally inviting your little toddler 😔 he says "i would really love it if you and your mum could come see me, and we could sing and dance together!" 😔

i feel like harry would be a little subby in a 3some situation with another guy 🥵 so ready to please both of you and very willing to get on his knees 🥵

surprising harry on tour 😭maybe it's just for the last 2 weeks or something but your schedule is finally open so you have it all worked out with Jeff and he promises to keep it a secret 😔 as you're getting to the hotel you call harry and ask him what he's up to and he's talking about how he's excited for the show that night but he's sad you won't be able to see him 😔 as you're walking to his room you say "actually I have a surprise for you" and right then you knock on the door 😔 he opens it and he's completely shocked before he's dropping his phone and hugging you so close you can barely breathe 😔 he even lifts you up off the ground a little and brings you inside and he keeps saying how much he loves you and he's so happy to see you 😔

whenever we talk about threesome stuff we always imagine you and harry and another girl but what if you brought up another guy 😵‍💫 i feel like harry would be a little hesitant at first because he's a bit possessive but then he realizes if you trust him enough to have another girl in the bedroom he can trust you enough to have another guy 😵‍💫 you probably would find someone you're close with not just some random guy bc he wants it to be someone he trusts so you spend a few days going through your group of friends and talking about who would maybe be up for it 😵‍💫 when you finally settle on someone you and harry take him out for dinner and the idea is brought up over drinks afterwards and he agrees so you end up going back to Harry's 😵‍💫 you're all kind of getting into it and undressing slowly and not really sure who's going to take the lead, but then you gently push harry down to his knees and say "want you to make him feel good with your mouth" and he's so eager to please both of you so he does what you said right away 😵‍💫 then I feel like the two of them would focus on you at the same time, one of them going down on you while the other kisses around your body or maybe you suck them off 😵‍💫 overall it's just a lot of filth 😵‍💫

harry would 100% put your leg over his shoulder while he goes down on you and that is sooooo 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 I feel like he's an absolute freak when he gets into it, keeping eye contact with you and shaking his head side to side to get closer and moaning against you 😵‍💫 he puts your hand in his hair so you can pull on it and he moans louder when you do 😵‍💫 he pushes your legs down when you try to close them because it feels so good and he licks around even after you cum until you're pushing him away and you know that if it was up to him he would stay down there for hours 😵‍💫

my toesies are always sooooo cold and i have the urge to put them on Harry's legs 😌 I think he would be the most dramatic baby and scream and try to kick your legs away and say "they're cold get away from me!" but you just wrap your arms and legs around him and put your feet right on him so he can't get away 😌 soon he would calm down as your feet start warming up against him and he mutters "little ice cubes" and hugs you back 😔

harry would always be making you snacks and meals to make sure you're eating enough and he would always sneak some healthy foods in there too because he cares about you so much 😭

the way fwb harry would basically be your boyfriend from the beginning.... he always makes your pleasure a priority and clearly cares a lot for you and is absolutely amazing with aftercare and making sure you feel safe and secure... and he comes over to your place even when it's not for sex... maybe it starts when he hits you up but you say no bc you're on your period but he texts that he's coming over anyways and asks if you need anything 😔 he spends the whole night holding you pressing his hands on your tummy to help the cramps and watching movies with you... you ask him to spend the night because he makes you feel better 😔 ofc he agrees and cuddles you all night 😔 then it goes even further and both of you slowly stop seeing other people because you only want each other but you're too scared to admit it.... one night you're both out with a group of friends and he sees some other guy flirting with you and he gets sooo jealous but he doesn't even understand why, he knows he has no right to feel that way but he can't help it so he comes up behind you and wraps his arms around you... you're not even upset he scared the other guy away because you were honestly hoping harry would see you and it would make him jealous😌 he whispers "don't like seeing you talk to other guys" and you smile and lean back against him... then that night he's being so filthy and you're trying to keep up with him and he says "you're mine... tell me you're mine" and you gasp when he hits a certain spot inside you and you say "I'm yours, only yours" and that's kind of when everything really changes between you, even though you both know you've liked each other since the very beginning

with harry you would definitely have the kind of relationship where you can talk about literally anything and it's okay. like he asks what kind of stuff you like during sex and what things you've done in the past you really enjoyed and maybe the conversation strays a bit and you end up taking about how you've been with women before 😵‍💫 he asks what parts of that you liked and is so interested to hear how different the experience is for you versus with a man 😵‍💫 you mention how one thing you liked was giving head because you like seeing their reaction and how you can make someone feel so good and he's all "hey me too :D" because he's a dork even during conversations like this 😔 it ends with him asking if you would maybe be up for exploring a threesome type thing with him and you're all "i would definitely not be against that" and then you can't discuss it anymore because you're both so turned on you just need to touch each other 😵‍💫

i just know sex with Harry is a whole ass event every time, he takes his sweet time kissing you and teasing you and getting you all worked up and exploiting allll your sensitive spots to the point where you're shaking and begging him to give you more

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