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honey-subs · 4 years ago

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Could you do anything with a top!male reader and bottom!yeosang? I know it’s not specific :(. You don’t see a lot of male inserts. Of course only if you’re comfortable with it :)

sleepovers - kang yeosang

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⤷pairing - yeosang x male!reader

⤷genre - smut

⤷summary - you notice that yeosang is stressed during his comeback, and decide that a nice sleepover is just what he needs.

⤷warnings -sub!yeosang, dom!reader, this is really soft, first times, praise, etc

⤷notes - this is adorable and i love it 🥺

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yeosang was ecstatic when you called him and asked him if he’d like to sleep over your house for the night. you hadn’t seen eachother in a while due to his comeback promotions, so a sleepover is just what the both of you needed. he had a smile on his face as he packed an overnight bag, plus a few extra things if the night were to go in another direction.

before he knows it, he’s waving goodbye to his friends and on route to your house. it isn’t far from the dorms, so he’s grateful for that. he greets you with a warm smile and hug when you open the door, allowing you to take his bags and put them in your room. “i’m glad you agreed to come, sangie.” you mumbled as you kissed his forehead. “i am too, i needed the escape.” he sighs.

“i’m happy to be of use.” you smile. “wanna go ahead and start early?” you ask, leading him to your living room where you’ve already prepared snacks and movies. he just smiles wide before settling himself underneath a fluffy blanket and giant couch cushion.

he was happy as he got comfortable within the blankets while you set up movies. once the movie had started, you were in your seat beside him as he cuddled into you. you kissed his forehead, and he smiled warmly, hiding his face.

throughout the terribly cheesy romcom, you find yourself sneaking glances at yeosang. his smile that occurs when something mildly funny happens make a smaller appear on your face. he’s reaching for more popcorn when he notices you’re staring, and yet you don’t peel your eyes away from embarrassment, his reaction is cute, so it prevents you.

“what..? do i have something on my face?” he asks when his eyes meet yours, using his hands to wipe away any sugar that might me on the sides or his lips. your hands reach up to grab his as they frantically wipe at his lips and tug them down, your thumb rubbing over his palms. “no, no. you’re just really cute.” you compliment, watching as his cheeks heat up at the compliment, eyes diverting to avoid showing how it really effected him.

“thank you...” he mumbles. your eyebrows are furrowed when he takes the remote and pauses it, turning to you as he drops the remote in his lap. “can we talk?” he asks, doing his best to keep eye contact with you, but it’s failing miserably.

“are you okay?” you ask, your eyes following his downcast ones. “yes, we’re okay too, but i was thinking....” he finishes his sentence in a quiet whisper of nervousness. “baby, you’re gonna have to speak up. i cant hear you.” you mutter with a smile. he smiles back, but it’s distant. “uh, never mind, it’s nothing. let’s go back to watching the movie, hm?” he hums, about to grab the remote, but you beat him to it, holding it in the air, and he pouts.

“it’s okay. you know you can tell me about everything, right?” you ask him softly. “it’s stupid.” he mutters quietly. “it’s not stupid, i promise. tell me and i’ll let you have the remote baaack~” you bribe. he pouts some more and sighs. “fine i- we never really get to see each other, and i’m worried about having are first time together soon... i dunno. i just thought that if i waited too long then you wouldn’t want to be together anymore. i’ve been ready for a while, but i couldn’t find an appropriate time because of our schedules and- sorry.” he says with an apologetic smile.

you slowly lower the remote, but he makes no moves to grab it. “baby, i love you. and it doesn’t matter how long i wait because i’m happy with you. if you’re truly ready then we can, but don’t rush because you want to please me.” you tell him, kissing him softly. he gives a smile, and nods. “i’m- im ready. have been for a while....” he admits.

“you’re sure? don’t wanna force you.” you ask again. “i’m very sure.” you mumbles, voice low as he leans in. his lips attach to yours, and his hand comes up to your jawline. for small a moment, it seems like he’s in control. for a very small moment. he gasps slightly when you take control, thighs coming to straddle your hips.

“bedroom?” you mumble against his needy lips. “please.” he breathes, arms wrapping around your neck as you stand. his legs wrap around your waist, up breaking the kiss as you move towards your bedroom.

you’re pushing his bags off the bed, and setting him down. he’s hurrying to take off his shirt and pants, sitting in the bed obediently. you’re stripping of your own clothes, down to your underwear. he stops you and speaks up when he sees you reach to your dresser. “i- in my bag... i have some in my bag...” he mutters shyly.

you fumble with his bag to find a bottle of lube and smirk. “prepared, aren’t we?” you asked teasingly, watching as his face heats up. “j-just get on with it.” he mutters, laying back onto the mattress. you can hear his breathing stop and hitch when your fingers hook into the band of his boxers. “you’re okay? you know we can stop at anytime.” you tell him, removing your hands. “no, no, i wanna keep going. it’s just no one has ever seen me... like that, and i’m nervous, i guess...” he lets his sentence trail off.

he nods his head, “it’s okay, i wanna keep going.” he tell you again, and he adverts his eyes as you take off his boxers and toss them to the floor. “hey, look at me, it’s okay, baby.” you comfort him and he nods, no longer adverting his gaze.

you pop the cap on the lube, and pour a generous amount on your fingers, warming a bit before continuing. your fingers relax it a bit before sliding in. the slip was surprisingly easy, especially with the way he took them so well.

“have you touched yourself like this before?” you asked with a teasing smile. “i-i’ve fingered myself.” he mumbles, a small pout settles onto his lips. “h-hurry...” he breathes, eyes falling closed as he basked in he feeling of your fingers, soft sounds falling from his plush lips.

his eyes open, he whines, and he looks at you with furrowed eyebrows when you pull your fingers away. “i thought you wanted me to ‘get on with it’?” you tease, tugging your briefs down and using some more of the lube on your cock.

you pull him by his thighs towards the edge of the bed, looking at him to make sure he was still wanting it. he nods his head before you can ask again, and laces your hands with his.

his breath hitches as you push into him. he was already clenching around you and trying to get used to your size as you continued. “just a bit more, baby. you’re doing perfectly for me.” you praise, squeezing his hand.

he’s breathing heavy when you’re finally all the way in, stilled so that he could adjust. “m-move.” he whispers, eyes still shut. you pull away just as slow as you pushed in, and roll your hips father. you repeat the motion a few times, and his sounds pick up in frequency and pitch.

you’re leaning down to kiss his neck, leaving hickies in the wake of your lips, all the way down to his collarbone. “f-faster, please, gosh-“ he whispers airily, hips moving in sync with yours.

that doesn’t last long though,because he moans out louder when you pick up the pace tremendously, rocking your hips into his. he’s sentenced are broken, and his hands move form being laced with yours to your shoulders and biceps, putting as much force as bucking your hips back as you are with thrusting yours farther. “feels good, baby?” you ask, dropping your head down. “oh my g- so g-good-“ his words are cut off when the tip of your cock touches his prostate.

he’s choking on his own moans when you do it again, and again. you barely even registered it when his hands are dropping down your back and pulling you closer, scratching you in the process.

“so good, so good, so good y/n-“ he moans, mouth open as he gasps. “i’m close— oh shit-“ he curses, and you were close too, the feeling of him so tight around you was amazing. his eyes rolled back as he came, and explosion on your tummies, and he tensed all at once, and then went limp with pure euphoria in your arms. you weren’t far behind, the way he clenches around you as he came began to be too much, and you felt yourself let go, coming inside of him and feeling him up, causing him to whimper in oversensitivity. you pull out slowly, not wanting to cause pain.

you’re using your t-shirt to clean him up with, doing your best to do it quickly so you could run a hot bath. the time it takes to run a bath also allows him time to himself to come down, mind still a but hazy, though.

he’s not complaining when you’re carrying him to the bathroom, and setting him gently into the warm water. it’s all warm smiles and happy g,aces as you leave for another moment to fix the bed quickly. you decide against fixing it perfectly, because you’re focused on getting back to yeosang.

“you okay, baby?” you ask as you settle into the tub. “i’m fine, and that was amazing.” he sighs, leaning his head back so that he lay on your shoulder. “i’m glad you enjoyed it. we should have a lot more nights like this...” you mumbled against his neck. “we should. this was nice.” he sighs. and just like that, the both of you spent a while in the tub, talking about everything and nothing and just enjoying eachothers loving presence.

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ssamie · 4 years ago

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six. she likes someone else, idiot.

oikawa tooru x fem langa!reader

(hq x sk8 the infinity)

warnings: spelling mistakes, swearing, 2k+ words, u have langa’s blue hair sorry

gen masterlist. “snow” masterlist.

"as promised, here we are" oikawa greeted her as she opened the door to reveal him and iwaizumi. "good morning " she greeted them with a bubbly smile "hey" iwaizumi nodded at her.

"oh, you're not skating today, y/n-chan?" oikawa hummed "well, i don't want to accidentally leave you behind again" she said as she closed the door behind her. oikawa sweat dropped and nodded along "how thoughtful" he chuckled

"here's your coffee, oikawa-san" she had a determined look on her face as she hands him the beverage in a disposable cup

"oh... yes.. my coffee" oikawa deeply inhaled a breath of air and took it from her. "thank you, y/n-chan. i didnt think you were serious about it, though" oikawa laughed as he took a sip of the coffee

"oh, well i thought you'd be bummed if i forgot a promise" she said

as soon as she looked away, oikawa gagged and shuddered, making iwaizumi sweat drop and look at him in concern. "dude what the hell?" iwaizumi deadpanned

as y/n looked back at them, oikawa's dread filled expression quickly changed into one of delight as he happily chugged down the drink

"haha, i was just amazed at this coffee!" oikawa exclaimed with a grin "and y/n-chan made it so its extra special!"

"oh, that's great!" y/n cheered as oikawa gave her a thumbs up paired with a wink "im glad you like it"

"yup! looking forward to the next one tomorrow" oikawa chuckled

iwaizumi watched the whole thing go down with a look of bewilderment. he was just about done with these two and their shenanigans. "dude.." iwaizumi muttered as he watched oikawa gulp the whole thing down "why're you doing this.."

oikawa turned to him with a grin and clocked his head to the side "what do you mean, iwa-chan?" he asked "i told you, y/n-chan made it so its extra special!" oikawa said with a laugh as he threw the cup away at a random trash can

iwaizumi's eyes widened as he watched his friend jog over to the girl and happily start up a conversation

"jesus christ.." iwaizumi sighed "i don't know if him being like this is a good thing or not.."

now, its no secret that y/n was attractive. her features were head turning. and her eyes alone could bring a grown man to their knees. she was quite captivating, to say the least.

so it shouldn't come as a surprise if boys and girls start flocking around her for the same purpose.

to have her as their girlfriend. what else?

"hey, hasegawa-chan" a boy greeted her as she exited the classroom. "oh. hello.." she replied with a hint of confusion

"are you free today? if you want, i would love to treat you to some snacks after school" the boy said with a nervous chuckle. "oh, thank you but.. i have club duties after school." she said "maybe some other time"

she then walked away from the boy, absolutely clueless to the fact the she was just asked out on a date.

from inside the room, oikawa watched the whole thing go down with a look of distaste. "hey, hey, iwa-chan!" he slapped iwaizumi's arm. "that boy just flirted with y/n-chan, look!"

iwaizumi spared him a glance before looking back down at his comic. "i know, shittykawa." he sighed "its no big deal anyways. she declined, didn't she?" he said

"it doesn't matter! people are trying to steal her before i could even exit the friend zone!" oikawa exclaimed "actually, im not sure if im even in the friend zone yet!" he pulled at his hair in distress

"i told her we'd be best friends in the future but that means we're not right now, right?!"

"you're thinking too much, shittykawa" iwaizumi sighed as he pushed him off his desk, since he was hitting his head repeatedly against the wood

"im gonna follow her and shoo the boys away" oikawa perked up with a determined look on his face. "dont do that" iwaizumi grunted in annoyance. "and you look stupid. your forehead has a red spot now, dumbass"

"actually, what if i ask her out before they do?" oikawa hummed thoughtfully to himself.

"you did that already. didn't she say she has the 'boyfriend spot' reserved for someone?" iwaizumi raised a brow

"whatever im gonna follow her" oikawa waved him off. "dont do that-- and he's gone." iwaizumi merely sighed as he watched oikawa rush out of the door

"now.. who is that ugly guy?" oikawa muttered to himself as he watched a boy flusteredly hand y/n a letter

"h-hasegawa-san..this is for you!" the boy exclaimed as he handed her the letter without making any eye contact. "oh.. its a letter" she muttered as she went to open it

"no! uh- read it later when you're alone.." the boy stammered out "it's a bit embarrassing for me" he said. "oh, okay then" y/n simply nodded and put it in her pocket. "goodbye" she said as she walked away

"right! bye, hasegawa-san!" the boy nervously waved

oikawa sweat dropped as the boy looked at her with a lovesick grin even though she just straight up ignored him and walked off. well it's not like he has room to say anything. he's the exact same, if not, maybe even worse.

"tch. hey" oikawa called out to the boy.

"me..?" the boy muttered in confusion as he pointed to himself. "yeah you" oikawa raised a brow as he judgingly looked him up and down "why'd you give y/n-chan a letter?" he scowled

"oh well i -" before the boy could finish oikawa laughed at him in a mocking way. "yeah yeah, save your voice. it's not like i'll listen to you anyways" he said with his usual charismatic smile

"but don't do that again, okay~" oikawa cooed "y/n-chan doesn't need a boy toy like you! but maybe try with another girl!" he suggested

he patted the boy's shoulder and waved him goodbye "good luck~" he cooed. the boy watched oikawa walk off with a look of dread and confusion. "what the hell, man?" the boy muttered

"now, where is she-- another one?!" oikawa groaned to himself as he watched y/n receive another gift

except this time, it was a from a girl in the first year who was shakingly handing her a bento with a cutesy note "hasegawa-senpai..! um- this is for you" the girl said as she shyly presented her the neatly wrapped lunch box

"i made it myself, i hope you like it!" she said with a bow before hastily running off with an alarmingly red face. "..?" y/n cocked her head to the side as she waved the girl goodbye "thank you..?" she muttered

she opened the bento slightly and gasped in awe at the food

"no! don't be swayed by the food, y/n-chan!" oikawa silently screamed to himself "its a trick!"

y/n then closed it and continued to walk away.

"yes! she wasn't swayed by the food. that was close" oikawa let out a sigh if relief as he placed his hand over his pounding chest. "maybe i should cook her food from now on" he muttered as he took a mental note for future use.

"now--" before he could move another inch, he was suddenly crowded by girls that came out of nowhere. literally.

"oikawa-senpai!" "oikawa-senpai, we made you a bento!" "oikawa-san i made you cookies, see?" "oikawa-san let's hang out!"

"ah, hey there girls~" he cooed at them. as much as he wanted to leave them, he couldn't just ignore his fan girls. as annoying as they were, they were still his supporters after all.

"oikawa-san, are you practicing later? can we watch?" "we'll bring you snacks during practice!" "i'll cheer for you, oikawa-senpai!"

it had been roughly five minutes since the girls arrived. and it had also been five minutes since he's lost sight of y/n. oikawa was starting to get antsy. his sole purpose was to shoo her admirers away and yet he was being bombarded by his own.

suddenly, the blue hue which he seemed to grow so fond of caught his eye. he turned to look at her, walking so casually while she frowns down at a piece of paper in her hands

"y/n! -" sadly his voice was drowned out by the shouts and squeals of the girls, although the noise still got her attention

y/n looked up to see the brunette waving at her with a girl latched onto his other arm. and being the clueless one that she is, she simply waved back with a smile before walking away

"that might be the girl he liked.." she muttered with a hum. "he mentioned it at the park that night.."

"ack! she wasn't jealous at all!" oikawa spluttered with a gasp

"oikawa-san what are you talking about?" "do you like someone?" "what?! oikawa-senpai, you like someone?!"

oikawa waved them off and hastily ran after the blue haired girl. "y/n-chan!" oikawa exclaimed as he slammed their classroom door open

y/n, along with the rest of the class looked over to him in confusion. ".. yes?" y/n replied "ah sorry" he sent the class a peace sign before rushing over to her side

"i was gonna ask --did anything interesting happen just now?" he mused with a huff "did ya maybe get something from someone..?"

oikawa, bless his heart, was trying to be as discreet as he possibly could. though it's not like he has to try since she was probably as dumb as a rock when it comes to shit like this.

"oh.. i got a letter and a gift" she said as she shuffled through her bag for the said things

oikawa dramatically cried in his mind as he looked away from her. "she has no shame! so she really doesn't care about my feelings!" he muttered to himself in distress

"its this." she said

oikawa reluctantly faced her with a furrowed brows and quivering lips, ready to throw the love letter and bento away. that is, until he actually saw what the 'letter' and 'gift' was.

"uh what is this?" oikawa sweat dropped as he pointed to the pair of school shoes and a note from the dean.

y/n sulked as she reluctantly started removing her converse. "i got in trouble today" she said "apparently, im not allowed to wear these" she said as she stuffed her shoes in her bag and slipped the school shoes on

"well yeah, everyone knows that" iwaizumi sweat dropped. "then how am i gonna skate?" she faced them with exaggeratedly teary eyes as she uncomfortably moved her feet about

"guess you're gonna have to make do with that" iwaizumi comforted her

"is that all you got?" oikawa asked again

"oh. i actually got a love letter and a bento. but that's about it" she casually replied

oikawa gave her a painfilled smile and a thumbs up. "ah. i see." he grimly replied. "well.. aren't ya gonna give them a response?" oikawa asked followed by a strained laugh

"i can't.." she mumbled with slight embarrassment

"why not?" iwaizumi asked

"i can't read it.." she admitted, her face gradually getting hotter and hotter from shame

"what?"

"i can't read it!" she covered her face with her hands "japanese is still hard for me! i can only understand certain parts!"

"and i also ate the bento because i was tempted!" she confessed

oikawa and iwaizumi sweat dropped and nodded along. "i see.." oikawa laughed

"well it's no problem" he said. "you can choose not to respond. you're not really obligated to, anyways."

"really? that's great!" she perked up. "i didn't know what to do anyway" she chuckled "i could only understand parts of the letter cus i wrote it for reki!" she said

"im glad im not stuck in that pinch anymore.." she sighed in relief "im not used to people liking me.."

iwaizumi watched as oikawa's face visibly fell at the mention of the redhead's name. his already pained smile quickly turned into a frown.

"y/n-chan! can you come here for a sec?" one student called for her "oh sure." y/n replied before quickly making her way to them

oikawa pouted and trudged over to his seat, plopping himself down on the chair and resting his head on the desk with a huff

"so, what'll you do now?" iwaizumi asked as he glanced at his friend "dunno" oikawa replied

"hey iwa-chan. am i ugly?" he asked. "i was gonna say yes but that'll be too mean at the moment. so no, shittykawa. you're not." iwaizumi replied with a sigh as he put his comic away

"is that reki guy hotter than me?" he asked again. "i dunno, dude" iwaizumi shrugged "i mean, probably."

"do ya think i have a chance? i mean, i always get with girls so easily!" oikawa huffed. iwaizumi rolled his eyes and hit him on the head with his fist. "wanna know why you don't got a chance, shittykawa?" he said

"ouch -- yeah sure, enlighten me, iwa-chan" oikawa replied with a wince

"its cus she likes someone else, idiot."

oikawa rolled his eyes and rested his chin on his hand, watching y/n converse with another student from across the room

"just how amazing is this reki guy anyway?"

"I HAVE 40, 000 YEN AND A SKATEBOARD!" reki exclaimed as he slammed the money and the board down before cherry "IS THIS ENOUGH TO VISIT Y/N, CHERRY?!" he asked with an excited smile

"for a plane ticket!" reki replied "do ya think if i sell this skateboard i'd get at least a thousand yen?" he asked

cherry sweat dropped and pushed the things away. "what is this for?" he asked with furrowed brows

cherry watched the boy fuss with a smile of amusement, chuckling lightly to himself as reki starts listing down the jobs he's done for the money. "a plane ticket costs roughly 15 thousand to 30 thousand yen. with your budget now, you won't be able to afford a trip back home" cherry explained

"whaaa?" reki groaned out "then i have to work more? but thats so boring! i haven't skated in forever for this!" he whined

cherry patted his back as the redhead sulked. "don't worry, we'll be going with you anyways" he said "you can borrow money from the gorilla" cherry suggested with a smile��

"why not from you?" reki raised a brow. "because i don't want to." cherry replied

reki sweat dropped but nodded anyways. he gathered the money and the skateboard before running on his way over to joe's restaurant.

"JOE HELP!!" reki exclaimed as he slammed the restaurant doors open. "yo, what the hell?!" joe yelled back as he watched reki rush over to him and cling on his arm with a cutesy pout

"hey hey, joe~" reki cooed "can i borrow money from you? i can right? right? great!" he exclaimed "i'll need 20 000 yen atleast!" reki said with a grin as he held his hands out expectantly

joe spluttered as he stared down at the redhead. "hey, who said i'll give you money?" he scowled

"cherry did!" reki exclaimed

"kaoru.." joe muttered through gritted teeth. "that damn brat." he sighed. "whatever. i'll give ya money." he said. "it's to see y/n right? we've been planning on visiting soon anyway"

"really?! great! can i have it now-" reki was cut off by joe's laughter. "no, no" joe cooed

"you're gonna have to work for it" he smirked as he pulled out an apron and a menu and shoved it into the redhead's arms. reki's expression morphed into one of dread as he held the apron against his body ".. am i supposed to be a waiter?" he groaned out

"you're a smart one, aren't ya?" joe said in a teasing tone

"but why do i have to work?" reki whined. "oh, cmon! it's for y/n, don't ya care about her?" joe taunted him

reki sent him a glare and reluctantly put the apron on. "for y/n.. sure" he muttered with a blush of embarrassment as joe started ruffling his hair like a child

"hey, joe.." reki trailed off "if i have to work.. the shouldn't he be working too?!" he shrieked out as he pointed to miya who was quietly sitting by a booth. "hah?!" miya exclaimed "i actually have money, unlike you, you slime!" he yelled

"how?! you're thirteen!" reki shrieked out

"and you're seventeen but poor! shut up and take my order, slime!" miya hissed back at him

"i hate you!" reki hissed back "im not letting you near y/n after this, just so you know" he said. miya simply rolled his eyes and huffed. "shut up, slime. i want a drink." he said

"you shut up" reki muttered back in annoyance, but quickly wrote the order down anyways

"haha, keep this up and you'll see y/n in no time!" joe cheered as he patted reki's back. "why can't you just give me money, dude?" reki groaned

joe laughed and sent him a cheeky wink "gotta milk the opportunity, you know?" he mused

"so you're just using me!!"

ppl r asking for them to see y/n skate,, dw that's coming soon haha,, and reki and the others are also appearing soon :)

"exactly!"

sorry for the spelling / grammar mistakes if there are any :<

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itsnsfwalways · 4 years ago

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Canyon Moon

FIC MASTERLIST

warnings for ch 3: mentions of drug use (weed), swearing, oral sex (m! and f! receiving), a hint of degradation if you squint

chapter 3: you’re so golden

The sun hitting your eyes was the first thing that woke you up, the warmth inviting, but also very bright. Scrunching you’re face up, you tug the blanket over your head, turning to the side and taking a deep breath in. You find giving your body a few minutes to wake up before you force yourself out of bed makes you feel so much more awake and in a good mood.

Stretching your back, you rub the sleep out of your eyes and roll out of bed, trudging to the bathroom to wash your face and brush your teeth.

Yawning as you walk into the kitchen, you make yourself an iced coffee before starting on breakfast. Putting on Rumours, you sing quietly to yourself while making a scramble with a bunch of veggies to get your greens in early.

Heading back to your room with hot sauce in hand, you light some incense and take a few bong rips before eating your breakfast quietly on the window sill. That was something you absolutely LOVED about your room, the edge of the window was just wide enough for you to sit (or lay down) and admire the view of palm trees and beautiful blue skies.

Opening up Misery, you finish a few chapters and mindlessly eat for a bit, listening to the birds chirp and the buzz of the city waking up. Once you finish your food, you go sit cross legged on your meditation pillow, facing the floor length mirror as you make sure your posture is straight. Putting on your favorite meditation music, which, at the moment, is 432hz Healing Tones, you take a deep breath in, clearing your mind and allowing the sun and healing vibrations to roll over you. You imagine yourself breathing in healing energy and nothing but love, and exhaling all of the stuck, negative energy, trying to ‘push’ it out with your breath. Sometimes it felt a bit silly, but if it made you feel loads better, why not do it?

About twenty minutes pass before you slowly blink open your eyes, yawning quietly before going into child’s pose, stretching your back and hips after sitting for so long.

Lying down on your back on the mat, you stare up at the ceiling, feeling an overall sense of being okay. Your body feels good, your mind feels good, your stomach’s full of butterflies that make you smile and blush at the thought of seeing Harry in a bit.

Pulling yourself up with a grunt, you throw on a swim suit and a random pair of shorts, not caring to bring a real top. After applying a bit of sunscreen on your face and shoulders, you slide into your flip flops and fill up a water bottle before heading out the door.

Unlocking Sunflower, you sit on the edge of the side door while sliding on your scuffed white rollerskates with obnoxiously bright blue wheels. They were your pride and joys, and made you feel as if you were in a different time, enjoying the breeze on your cheeks as you skate towards your spot. The journey only took about 15 minutes, with minimal stumbles, so it was already turning out to be a great day.

Finally pulling up to the small lot, you squat down to pull of your skates, putting them behind a rock along with your socks and shorts. You shook your head as you sprinted towards the ocean, leaping into the freezing water. It was the only way you were able to get in, you were never one to wade slowly in. Swimming about half a mile out, the waves crash over you coolly, soothing your quickly warming body. It was going to be a hot day today, good to know. Treading water, you look at the coast, everything looking so small. You made sure to breathe in, capturing this exact moment in memory. The feeling of salty water on your skin, wet hair stuck to your neck and the slight burn in your arms, but this was it. This was pure bliss.

But, you’re also not insane, so after a bit you swim back to shore, spending about ten minutes doing handstands and flips before getting out, wringing out your hair on your way up the beach. Climbing up the pile of large rocks next to cliff, you lay on top of a relatively flat one, allowing your body to dry off for a little bit and give you a few extra moments of sun.

You always hated dusting off your feet for forever before getting back in your socks and skates, but rather that than get sand in them.

“Fuck, I really am killing it today,” you pant to yourself, definitely feeling a burning in your thighs as you start heading home, desperately wanting a shower and some chocolate.

Throwing your skates in Sunflower, you slam the door closed and trudge up the steps to the apartment, practically falling over as you enter the door.

Laura looks up from her phone, perched on the countertop eating a bowl of cereal.

“Look at you, sexy girl, how was the water?” She teases, handing you a banana from the counter immediately because she knows you need it.

“Good,” you sigh, taking a bite and moaning, leaning against the wall for a minute in silence.

“When’s your date with Harry again?” She asks, glancing at the clock.

Oh fuck.

The clock read 10:30.

“Okay, that’s not bad, I just need to get my ass in gear,” you convince yourself, throwing the banana away and grabbing a spoonful of peanut butter. You didn’t have time to make yourself anything else, plus you were eating with Harry soon anyways.

“You got this. Do I get to meet him?” Laura encourages, raising her thumbs at you.

You laugh and nod. “Absolutely, just don’t ask about his exes or I’m going to look crazy.”

“Got it, no exes. Get in the shower, you’re dripping everywhere!”

You run upstairs, yelling back, “I’ll clean it up,” as you head into your room, turning on Currents by Tame Impala to pump you up as you shower, quickly washing your hair and body, shaving the itty bitty stubble just in case.

Running some curl cream through your hair, you try and scrunch and dry your hair as fast as possible, which doesn’t really work, but at least you tried.

A bathrobe envelopes you as you sit down at your small vanity, starting on a little bit of makeup. Dabbing a bit of concealer on your undereyes and small blemishes, you keep it semi-natural with just bronzer, blush, and highlighter, admittedly a ton, but who’s to say. Brushing your brows out and filling in the ends a little darker, all that goes on your eyes is a brown eyeshadow and a beautiful gold pigment, then comes drenching your eyelashes in mascara.

You turn your attention back to your hair, thank god you were having extremely good luck today, because it fell perfectly, the layers framing your face so elegantly that you had to smile at your reflection. Self-love is a journey, and you were glad to be in a good space.

Checking your phone finally, you find a text from Harry, sent 2 hours ago. Whoops.

Good morning, Y/N, just wanted to make sure we’re still on for 12. Hope you slept well.

Well, it’s confirmed, you’re a completely asshole. It’s 11:15 and you still haven’t responded to a text about a date happening at NOON.

AHH IM SO SORRY hi harry ! i don’t check my phone for a while in the mornings, i’m the worst, i know. we definitely are still on, haha, noon still work for you ?

You throw your phone on your bed while you stare at your closet, trying to find a good outfit for today.

Eventually coming to a pair of high waisted white shorts that you got from your mom, thankfully having the same waistline as her in high school, and a light blue silk tank top with gold straps. Planning on wearing your black boots with the gold detailing, because, hey, it seems you’ve got to up your fashion game dealing with Harry, you place them next to your bedroom door before checking your phone.

You scared me for a minute, I was about to go eat a very sad lunch by myself. I’m going to start heading over, that alright by you?

You giggle quietly at his response, typing out,

sounds great :) i’m planning on wearing a pair of boots, should i bring sandals or anything ?

Woah, trying to outdress me?

He sends the next one moments later.

Just teasing, boots will be fine. We’re going to this cafe I really like.

of course i’m going to out dress you, who do you think i am ? and awesome !! see you in a bit !!

You grab a small black bag, putting your sunglasses case, gum, keys, wallet, chapstick, lighter, your dab pen (you never know), and a small rollerball perfume inside. Sliding in some gold hoops and placing your rings back on your fingers, you wiggle them a bit. They always look a bit naked without them on.

Putting on your boots, you head into the bathroom to brush your teeth once more before Harry arrives. But nope, the doorbell, rings as soon as you start brushing your molars.

“Shit,” you gasp, heading over to the door, toothbrush in hand.

You swing open the door and rush out, “Hey, Harry, I’ll be out in two seconds, come on in.”

Taking in his appearance, you grin at the white sunglasses pushed in his hair. Wearing a white t shirt, it’s tucked into a pair of blue pants that matches your shirt to a goddamn T, which you can’t help but laugh at as you walk away. Passing Laura in the hallway, you give her a look as she walks over to him.

Their conversation travels through your open door as you finish brushing your teeth.

“You must be Laura,” Harry starts, and you can just see him reaching his hand out.

“I am, it’s great to meet you,” she says, her smile bleeding into her voice.

“You have a beautiful home, so close to the beach too,” Harry compliments.

“Thank you, yeah, Y/N found this place forever ago and we’ve been living here since we moved out. My dad knew the landlord and they gave us a ridiculously low price for it, but I am not complaining.”

“Oh that’s sick, I’ve been in Malibu for just a bit, always kind of changing my location around LA and England.”

“That was what we thought we were going to do, but I definitely am glad we stayed here. Living in the city is fun and all, but it’s a lot, you know? We need our peace and quiet at home.”

You walk back out, purse and phone in hand, taking in their positioning. Laura’s sitting on a stool, cup of coffee in hand as Harry stands across from her, eyes on you as soon as you walked out.

“I’ll see you later,” you grin at Laura, sneaking another glance at Harry as you give her a quick hug.

“Okay, bye! Nice meeting you, Harry!” she smiles, and of course he replies with the same.

You close the door behind the two of you and he looks you up and down again, meeting your eyes and smiling.

“Hi,” you breathe out, his eyes capturing you immediately.

“Hi,” he whispers back, squeezing your exposed side. “You look really good, Y/N.”

You bite your lip to hide your smile, placing your hands on his shoulders, feeling the fabric (but really just his muscles). His hands immediately go to cup your waist, not pulling you in, just holding you.

“So do you. Like the blue,” you grin, moving your hands down to his waistband.

“Proper matching, I’d say,” he cheekily smiles, thumbs feeling the edge of your shirt’s material along your ribs, your breath hitching slightly at his movement.

You’re the first to pull away, moving your hand to lace your fingers together, tugging him gently down the stairs. He follows after you, squeezing your hand with his and shaking his head, trying to mask his smile by twitching his nose.

That gorgeous being of a car is parked in front of your house, the color alone bringing a smile to your lips, but now the top was down, which was about to make this a lot more fun.

“God, Harry, I might have to steal this from you,” you sigh, arms crossed as you look up at him seriously.

He laughs loudly, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

“Maybe one day I’ll let you drive it,” He whispers, kissing the top of your head before pulling away and opening your door like nothing happened.

You stand there still for a moment before blinking and getting in, holding his hands on the door when he closes it. Turning your body, you lean out the door, placing your hands next to his as you whisper in his ear,

“I’m going to hold you to that.”

Sliding your lips along his cheek as you pull away, you plop back into the chair, putting on your sunglasses and messing with your hair a bit.

Harry clears his throat before walking around the car, sliding into the driver’s side and starting the car.

“Do you want to play music?” He slowly asks, his tone sending shivers down your legs.

You perk up at this, nodding quickly and taking the aux cord from him.

“I’d love to. Have you heard of Tash Sultana? They released an EP a few years ago, their voice is incredible. They make all their own loops and play every instrument by themselves.”

Harry gives you a side eye, grinning as he says,

“That’s some pretty new music for you, princess.”

Your lips part slightly and Harry watches closely as your cheeks flush, licking the side of his mouth with a grin.

“Have I found a nickname you like, Y/N?” His voice has raised slightly, obvious excitement in his expression.

“Only sometimes,” you shrug, trying to play that off as cool as possible. “And yeah, my ex actually introduced me to their music.”

Harry raises his eyes at this, bringing a finger to his lips to hold his laugh in.

“Why the fuck did I say that?” Your hands go up to your face as Harry finally laughs at you, turning the volume down just a little to listen to you.

Sighing for a second, you pull your hands away before blurting out,

“I don’t want you to think that I’m lying to you about not knowing your music or you, because I do listen to stuff released now, obviously. I’m not a music snob or one of those too cool for school people because I absolutely blast SZA when I’m drunk and I’m starting to overthink and-“

Harry cuts you off by taking your jaw in his hand, turning your face towards him. Perfect timing, as always, pulling up to a red light right when he needs it.

“Hey,” he whispers with a smile, stroking your cheek. “I don’t think that you’re lying to me, and I understand. I was kind of a dick for saying all that right away to be honest, but I get it. I listen to mostly oldies too, if I really think about it.”

You exhale, looking up at him.

“Okay. I’m still going to freak out about it and make sure you know.”

He squeezes your jaw slightly, scrunching his nose.

“No,” he cutely protests, and you can’t help but giggle.

He smiles in return and lets your jaw go, hands going back to grip the wheel a little bit tighter

The two of you drive for a little bit, not really saying anything. You can’t help but dance in your seat to the beat, silently mouthing the lyrics to yourself. Harry keeps glancing over at you, too, grinning at the way you blush when he notices you doing it.

“How was your morning so far?” You start, just wanting to hear him talk.

He has to talk a little bit louder over the wind, but he’s happy to get the conversation started.

“Quite good actually. I’m going to Cabo in a couple weeks and was just getting some early packing in. Don’t you hate when you go somewhere and realize you forgot something like a toothbrush at home?”

“It’s the worst, I always end up having to go to a corner store and get something. What’s in Cabo?” You ask, already so amazed at his lifestyle.

“Friend of mine is having a birthday, so we’re there for a bit celebrating, going to be an amazing trip. Happy to be here, though,” he adds, eyes flicking to yours as he says it.

“I’d be worried if you weren’t.”

“What about you? How was your morning?”

“Really good. Sorry about not texting you back for so long, by the way. I just have this thing about using technology right after I wake up, it gives me pretty bad headaches so I go as long as I can without it unless I hear it ring. But it was super productive, I got a good breakfast and read in, meditated a bit, skated to the beach and went for a swim, then got ready for this.”

“You put me to shame, Y/N, you really do.” Harry laughs, running a hand through his hair.

“I just woke up in a really good mood. I can definitely be grumpy in the morning, I’ll tell you that,” you try to explain, scared of feeling too pretentious.

“Yeah? I can see you throwing a fit if someone wakes you up before you’re ready,” Harry nonchalantly says, looking at the rings on his fingers before checking your reaction.

Cheeks hot, you feel almost scolded by him, thankful for the large sunglasses on your face.

“You’re not wrong,” you finally agree, crossing your legs smoothly.

That doesn’t go unnoticed by Harry, reaching a hand down to rest on your thigh almost immediately. His large hand wraps around your skin, thumb immediately starting to go in small circles.

“I started meditating a few years ago but I absolutely love it, I feel like it allows you to start the morning off right.”

Taking a deep breath before answering, you nod and say,

“Completely agree. It still can feel a bit weird doing it when I’m in a mood or anything, but whether you believe in it or not, having all that negative energy in you without doing anything about it isn’t good for you.”

“You’re quite cute when you talk about things you like. Light up like a little sun,” Harry smirks, pulling his sunglasses up to look at you, the piece of gum in his teeth allowing his jawline to be even more prominent. You do the same, placing them in your lap as you uncross your legs, his hand staying on your left thigh as it goes back towards the seat.

“Yeah?” You don’t stop looking at him, watching his eyes flit between you and the road.

Harry hums before adding, “I think you know that though.”

“That I’m quite arguably the epitome of all things golden? Of course, but it’s always nice to hear.”

You make a noise of protest as Harry removes his thigh to make a left, while simultaneously laughing at you.

“You are absolutely golden, love, don’t you forget it.”

He pauses for a moment before starting again.

“I’m going to warn you right now that there might be some photos taken of you when we go in or leave, or fans coming to take pictures. If that bothers you-“

Cutting him off quickly, you sit up, shaking your head.

“I dressed cute for a reason, if it happens it happens. I’m going to be pissed if someone comes for my outfit though.” You giggle at yourself and grab Harry’s hand, squeezing it gently. “I know what I’m signing up for. You’re good.”

Squeezing back, he looks down at his lap for a moment before glancing back at you, eyes so sincere your heart clenches a little.

“Thank you. Just... need a little reminder sometimes too.”

Unlacing your fingers, you stick your pinkie out, swearing, “I promise that I will always remind you that you’re not going to cause me any problems, and I’m not going to do the same. You promise to always remind me I’m golden?”

“‘Course, love. Was gonna do that anyways,” Harry chuckles, intertwining your fingers, heartbeat going just a little bit faster.

He couldn’t explain it, didn’t want to admit it to himself even, but your presence made his world just a little bit brighter. He couldn’t get you out of his mind, your smile, giggle, and sweet-smelling perfume was all he could think about since last night. His brain was trying to come up with reasons why this was a bad idea, how you could be using him, you were going to break his heart and leave without a second glance. But one look at your face, those eyes looking at him with so much wonder, made him hate the part of himself looking for excuses. These feelings felt way too much, too fast, but all he knew was he wanted to call you his girl. His sweet Y/N.

Parking his car next to some trees, he runs over to open your door, helping you step out and shutting the door behind you, placing the cover on the car quickly. The two of you walk into the cafe in silence, arms swaying next to each other. You figured he wasn’t comfortable holding hands in public on the first date.

The atmosphere of the Beachwood Cafe was everything you could want in a coffee shop. Absolutely stunning artwork covering the walls, a checkerboard floor, fun colors splattered all over. Your face must show how excited you were because you feel Harry bump you, grinning down at you. You hum, smile on your cheeks as he holds your face in his hands for a second.

“Like it?” You nod happily at his question, following the waitress to your table, one in the furthest corner from the door.

“Can I start you off with some drinks?” She asks, setting menus in front of the two of you. Harry gestures for you to go first and you quirk an eyebrow before turning.

“Can I please get a large iced coffee with some honey? Thank you so much,” you add, looking Angie, her nametag reads, in the eye.

“And for you?”

“A large iced americano would be wonderful, thank you, love.” Flashing that award-winning smile at her, she writes down his order and heads back to the front.

“This place is really cute, Harry,” you gush. “Thanks for bringing me here.”

His chest tightens at your cute face looking at him from across the table, the amount of gratitude coming from you at all times filling him with light.

“‘Course, honey. You don’t have to thank me,” He earnestly tells you, placing his chin in his hand.

“I know, but I feel like I need to,” you trail off, looking at one of the names of the scrambles on the menu. Snapping your eyes back up to him, Harry can tell where you’re going with this.

“Please don’t,” he half-laughs, half begs.

“But it’s so easy,” you pout, grinning when he sighs and waves his hand for you to continue.

“Should I ask how strong the Weid scramble is going to hit?”

Groaning into his palm, Harry tries his hardest not to laugh, but can’t help one escaping when you kick him under the table.

“Satisfied?”

“Very,” you nod, looking over the menu once more. “Have you had the Thai noodle salad? That looks hella good.”

“It is ‘hella’ good,” Harry teases, using quotation marks in the air.

“Right then, love, what’re you getting?” You respond in a British accent, folding up your menu.

“Probably the Brussels sprouts salad, it’s my usual here.”

You open your mouth to say something before your drinks are placed in front of you, Angie asking if the two of you are ready to order. Harry goes ahead and orders for the two of you, delicately grabbing the menu from your hands to hand it back to her with a charming smile on his face. Watching her walk away, you grab your drink, lifting it for a cheers.

“To living,” you simply state, Harry repeating it with a look in his eyes you can’t quite name.

“So,” you start, adjusting your position in your seat for a second. “You said you’re writing for your second album, right?”

Harry nods, licking his lips as he pulls away from his glass, catching the way your eyes wander to his mouth.

“Sort of. I want to, you know, take a break, try and just have some fun, rather than jump straight into writing and recording again. At the same time, I really fucking miss it. Writing and being in the studio and getting all that out just feels so good.”

The way his accent wraps around his words makes it hard for you to focus on what he’s saying all the way, realizing he’s waiting on you to respond.

“I definitely think you could use some down time. But that also doesn’t mean you have to stop making music. Write out your ideas when they come to you, and when you feel like you’re ready, start pumping them all out. I’m willing to bet $100 that you already have at least a few songs under your belt, though, am I wrong?” You grin at the headshake Harry gives you, catching the blush on his cheeks. “I knew it! We all do, it’s impossible to just not write, but don’t worry about timelines or due dates. You can’t rush art.”

“God, it’s just so good to hear out loud, I feel like you already know me,” Harry shakes his head, pushing his hair away from his face with one hand.

“I’m pretty good at reading people, I’d like to say,” your arm raising above you as you stretch a little, tilting your head from side to side.

Seeing your neck arch and the way your veins move slightly under your skin causes Harry to have to clear his throat a little, taking a sip of his drink as he feels his forehead start to sweat.

“What kind of artists do you normally write for?” He blurts out, trying to figure out how to get to know more about you in a roundabout way.

“If you’re offering me a job, I’m walking out right now,” you warm, raising your eyebrows. “Kidding. I don’t know, really, I write for a lot of my friends, like I said, when they need help on some of their own projects, or if I’m hanging out in the studio I get pulled around the rooms for a different set of ears. Working with Khalid was one of my favorite experiences, though, he was so fucking cool.”

Harry’s eyes sparkle at this, perking up.

“Love Khalid. He is so talented, and hilarious. I swear, my stomach was aching after being with him for a little while. I only asked because I think I’m trying to figure you out a bit. I just wanna get to know ya,” He shrugs, fingertips tapping on his glass.

“I wish you good luck on that task, Harry, I really do. The first step in recovering is admitting you need help,” you solemnly nod, bursting out laughing when he rolls his eyes and ATTEMPTS to hide his smile.

Your food is placed in front of you suddenly, and you jump, glaring at Harry for smirking at your reaction. He couldn’t help it, you were like a little puppy, overexcited and always jumping from place to place. Harry starts eating right away, sending you a quizzical look when you sit with your hands in your lap, almost like you’re waiting for something.

“You going to start eating, honey?” He gently presses, snapping you out of wherever you went.

“Sorry,” you blush, grabbing your fork and shaking your head a little. “I don’t know what the fuck that was about.”

Fuck, yes you did, and Harry knew that. You were waiting for his permission, and that thought alone sent you into a daze. Closing your eyes around the fork, you fought off the urge to moan and tried to push the fact that he already holds so much control over you out of your head. Snapping them open, you find Harry’s eyes on you, the look in them dangerous. Clearing your throat, you whisper, “It’s really good,” which Harry responds with a simple hum, leaning forward on his elbows towards you.

“You tell me if this is too forward or too much, yeah?”

Your lips part as you nod your head, not really ready for what’s about to cross his lips.

“I’ve been noticing certain... things that you do and, well, are you a sub, darling?”

Your throat dries, unable to break eye contact or even speak, only nodding when he squints his eyes a little at you. Fuck, this was not happening, you thought, reaching to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Like to hear that pretty voice of yours, yeah?” Harry urges you, hands fighting off the urge to hold your jaw in his fingertips.

“Yeah,” you sigh, taking a swig of coffee to think of something to say. “I’m going to assume you’re a dominant,” pausing to let Harry nod, jaw moving as he chews. You throw your hands up, leaning back in your seat.

“You are the complete package, Harry, shit.”

He laughs at this, covering his mouth quickly. “‘S’all you. A dream, really.”

Your heart flutters at this, shit, no, this is a FIRST date, you cannot be feeling like this. Taking a bite of your food, you are able to just sit back and look at him. Watch how he sticks his tongue out while he puts a bite in his mouth, something you’ve done since you were a kid for no reason. How his hands look almost sinful holding the white napkin to his lips.

“Staring at me, love,” he comments after a few minutes, his eyes looking at you sweetly, like he didn’t mind, but just needed to call you out.

“Merde, je veux te sucer,” you breathe out in French, banking on him not understanding you.

“Viliane,” Harry tuts, clicking his tongue at you. Before you’re able to answer, Harry is handing his card to the waitress who passed your table, asking for two boxes for your meals.

Your eyes snap to his, all the oxygen leaving your body as he brings your plate his side, getting ready to pack it up for you.

“W-Where?” Is all you manage, drinking the rest of your coffee, before setting it down on the table, a drop of honey falling down your lip. Harry can’t help but swipe it off with his thumb, slowly placing it in his mouth afterwards, not breaking eye contact, with you.

“I live nearby. That alright with you?”

Nodding slowly, you sit quietly in the booth as Angie comes back with the check and two boxes, legs bouncing excitedly as Harry packages the food up.

“Come on, lovely, let’s get out of here,” he tells you, holding you by your elbow as you walk outside, heading straight for the car. He doesn’t bother taking the top off, opening your door for you without a word and shutting it, almost sprinting to the driver’s side.

His hand finds your thigh immediately, rings shocking the delicate skin and making your muscles tense, his fingers quickly moving to massage out these aches.

“You wanna give me a safeword, pretty girl?” His voice drips with confidence, his hands moving closer to where you needed him most. His eyes keep flickering back to you while trying to focus on the road. His curls are a mess around his sunglasses, the brown hair swallowing up most of the eye ware. A pinch on your thigh reminds you that he expects an answer, shaking your body out slightly before answering.

“The stoplight system’s good. Green, I’m good, yellow, slow down or take a break, red, stop everything. What kind of dom are you, Harry?” You push, wanting to know what you’re getting yourself into. You had done a lot of kinky stuff in the past, and there were some things you weren’t a fan of.

“Mm, I’m relatively easy going. Not going to give you any rules, unless we’re playing and have a scene set up. But,” he pauses to exhale harshly, “I’m quite mean, love. I like to take control, pick you apart bit by bit until you’re just trembling under me, can’t say anything but my name. How does that sound, puppy? Tell me now how you like it.”

His voice sends shivers throughout your body and you moan quietly, biting your lip to try and stifle it. Harry’s words circle around your brain, your stomach tightening with need. All the air seems to escape you, but you know he wants an answer.

“G-good. I like it rough, dirty, just wanna please you,” you stutter out, chest rising and falling rapidly. You absent-mindedly rub your fingers against your neck, suddenly finding it difficult to breathe while thinking about what he’s saying.

“Good fuckin’ girl,” he moans, removing his hand from your thigh to place it behind your neck, squeezing it in his grasp. He knows what you want, even if he’s driving, he’s able to pick up on any little signals your body makes. Your back arches as you let out a breathy moan, eyes slipping closed.

“Tell me, princess,” he starts, squeezing the side of your throat to make you open your eyes and pay attention to him. “What do you want to happen when we get back to my house? Don’t want to go too far too soon.”

“Fuck, Harry, I just really want to suck you off, please, please, please,” you beg, a tear actually falling from your eye as you look at him. His pupils dilate at your words, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows harshly, mouth suddenly dry,

“Y/N,” he growls, reaching a hand to squeeze his growing bulge in his pants. His tanned hands and dark rings contrast the bright color, adding to your ever growing list of things that Harry does that turns you on.

The car pulls up to a gate and you sit there for a few seconds before Harry is buzzed in, probably driving way too fast back to his house. Parking in his driveway, he finally releases his hand from your neck and exits the car, making his way around to open your door. Holding your hand as you exit, he places his hand on your low back to guide you into the gorgeous home, the size of it taking your breath away. Harry gives you no time to admire it, shutting the door behind him with a slam before bringing his hand up your chest to rest on your throat, slamming you into the wall. He slips a leg in between yours and takes your hip in his free hand, guiding you to start grinding on his thigh. Your face flushes with heat as he tightens his grip.

“Know you wanna suck me off, but will you cum for me first? Don’t want this pretty cunt to go to waste.”

Your head rolls back and hits the wall, hips stuttering at his words, eliciting a chuckle from Harry as he leans in, breath hitting your lips before he envelopes them, encouraging you to start grinding faster. His tongue runs along your bottom lip, prying them open to lick into your mouth, your moans being instantly swallowed by him. Pulling away slowly, he maintains eye contact with you as he removes his hand from your throat to slip two fingers into your mouth. Feeling your wet mouth on him, sucking his fingers with such need, Harry groans lowly, removing his fingers to kiss you even harder, hands making quick work of removing your shorts.

“Such a naughty girl, can’t even wait to get to the bedroom, just has to have me feel you right here, hmm?” Harry scolds, removing his lips from yours to suck a mark into your neck, fingers moving to feel your wetness through the cloth underwear. Your hands wrap around his curls as you shakily inhale, resting your forehead on his to moan out lowly.

“Fuck, Harry,” you sigh, feeling him rub along your folds through the fabric, pushing it ever-so-slightly inside of you. His mouth pulls away from you with a pop, only to bite down on the red skin harshly, working his way up to your mouth once more. He bumps his nose against yours and opens his mouth to move his tongue past your lips. Your head is spinning, breath ragged as you suck his tongue with yours, feeling the vibrations in your mouth when he moans lowly, pulling a whimper from you.

Suddenly, he drops to his knees, pulling the thong down with him. You swallow at the change in pace and allow him to help you step out of them.

“Wanna take your boots off, sweet girl?” He checks, kissing your inner thigh softly as you lean fully against the wall. You think for a second, these were pretty comfortable, pretty solid grip, why not stay in them?

“‘S okay. Perfect height for you,” you breathe, bucking your hips up. He doesn’t even wait a second to smack your pussy, grabbing your thighs to spread you even wider.

“Filthy, you are,” he growls, licking a long stripe from your hole to your clit, a gasp immediately falling from your lips. He looks up at you and grins, licking long stripes through your folds, almost like he’s trying to remember how you feel. He takes his time catching your wetness slowly, despite the little gasps and moans coming from you. Flicking his tongue over your clit for a second, he pulls back to blow cool air on it, the motion causing your legs to falter for a second.

“Gotta stay still, okay? Can’t have you falling over,” he spits directly on your core as he says this, looking up at you with his jaw hanging slightly open, loving the way your hands go to your hair to find something to grab on. He smirks to himself, licking into you while his hands find your hips, pinching the delicate skin between his fingertips. He collects as much of you and his spit on his tongue as he can, swallowing around your clit after he sucks it into his mouth. The suction makes your hips fight to buck up into him, but you use all of your strength to stay still, causing your thighs to start quivering in his palms. Harry grins and scrapes his teeth along your clit, your loud moan going directly to his quickly hardening cock.

“Taste so fucking good, angel,” he groans, nose rubbing against your clit as he fucks his tongue into you, the soft muscle dragging along your walls and guiding your wetness into his mouth. The sounds coming from him are obscene, loud slurping, sucking, and spitting onto your trembling pussy.

“Fuck, Harry, I’m not going to last,” you cry out, feeling yourself start to clench around him. He grins around you, pulling away to thumb at your clit and look directly into your eyes.

“Mm, that’s not how good girls ask,” is all Harry gives you, slipping a finger inside and immediately curling it towards himself, finding your g-spot with ease. His lips wrap around your clit, sucking harshly while his tongue draws designs on the sensitive button.

“Please, Sir, can I come?”

This has Harry moaning against you, pinching your clit between his teeth as he slides another finger in, fucking into you faster. Your eyes roll back, one hand splayed against the wall, another in his hair to give you some sort of balance. He relentless massages and thrusts into your g-spot with his fingers, feeling you clench around them so tightly that his head starts to spin. “That’s it, puppy, ask me again,” he demands, the title you gave him sending shivers throughout his body. He sucks harder on your clit, somehow speeding up his fingers inside you. A moan vibrates against your center when you pull on his curls, your hips bucking up against his waiting hand.

“Sir, please please please can I come? I’ve been so good, haven’t moved,” you beg, gasping loudly when your legs start to shake noticeably. Harry pulls away, looking up at you and grunting out,

“You have been such a good girl, haven’t you? Go. Cum, now, right fucking now on my tongue.” A loud slapping noise is heard when Harry smacks your ass, the pain sending you over the edge. Your head hits the wall with a thud, but your moan drowns everything out, the guttural sound coming from your soul. Tilting your head back, you cum into his mouth, one leg slipping out from under you and Harry places it on his shoulder without a second thought, holding you up as you ride out your orgasm. The tightness in your stomach releases and your pussy trembles around his fingers, only encouraging him to continue the constant pressure on your g-spot.The strength of it knocks the wind out of you and sends electricity throughout your finger tips, your hips slowing down their rocking motion as Harry eases his fingers out of you. He continues to lick you clean before placing your shaky legs back on the ground together, trailing his hands up your body as he stands up.

“Thank you,” you breathe into his chest, holding on to his hips for balance. His chuckle vibrates against your cheek, and you feel him move your hair out of the way to kiss your shoulder.

“Of course, lovely. How you feeling?” He is all smiles, his voice gentle and caring as he breathes in your smell, leaving small kisses along your neck.

“G-good,” you stutter out, nudging his head to make eye contact with you. He pulls away after a second, one arm going around your waist when he notices how you’re practically falling over with how shaky your legs are. Smirking, he places his other hand on your cheek, pulling you in for a kiss. Tasting yourself on his tongue was too much for you, whining into his mouth before pulling away.

“Can I suck you off now?” You ask shyly, using your best puppy dog eyes. And, wow, do they work. Harry groans, biting your bottom lip harshly before pulling away, not wasting a second before pushing down on your shoulders. You topple to the ground easily, landing surprisingly softly (thanks to Harry’s expert hands), on the hardwood floor. After helping him remove your shirt, you place your hands behind your back immediately and tuck your chin down, grinning to yourself when you hear the moan Harry let’s out at your position.

“Spoiled little girl. Gets everything and more that she asks for, hmm, yes?” Harry demands, tugging your chin up by his hands. His eyes are pointed, staring directly into yours, pupils blown out and hair a mess behind him. You can see the pieces stuck to his forehead from sweat, but his chin glistens with something that has to be you.

“Yes, sir, so good to me. Wanna make you feel good, please,” you beg, leaning closer into him, the difference in clothing setting you into a daze, seeing him fully dressed while you’re waiting on your knees in front of him, naked, panting, and pleading to have his cock down your throat.

“Greedy,” he sighs, taking his hand away from your face to slide off his shirt, tossing it to the growing pile of clothes on the floor. He keeps his eyes trained on yours, daring you to avert them as he unzips his pants, stepping out of them. He looks away for a second to pull of his boots, and you take your time admiring his thighs, because, fuck. They were thick, muscled, tanned, and the little tattoos on them were asking to be bitten, you made a mental note to do that later.

“Got a bit of a staring problem, love.”

Harry’s voice snaps you out of your daydream, eyes flickering back up to him, mouth dropping open when he’s bare in front of you, slowly stroking himself. You involuntarily make a little noise in the back of your throat, sticking your tongue out for good measure. Seeing Harry’s hips thrust up into his hand and his neck vein pop was confirmation enough for you, but you waited for him to put himself in your mouth, absolute torture you must say.

Harry finally takes mercy on you, moaning out, “God, you’re such a little cockslut, just want something in that fucking mouth of yours. Bet I could leave my fingers in there all day and you wouldn’t complain once,” when he eases himself into your open mouth.

You flatten your tongue on the underside of him, not breaking eye contact as you slide off his cock to lick at his tip with feather light touches, drawing figure eights along the top. Suckling lightly on just the head, you feel a spurt of precum land on your tongue, licking it up happily. Tearing your eyes away from his, you open up your throat to begin taking him deeper, feeling his hand immediately come to your hair as you do this.

“Yes,” Harry draws out, allowing you to take control for a moment. You wanted to suck him off, so who is he to tell you how to do it? The view is what is killing him the most, though. Your tits bouncing as you slurp him down, spit falling onto your thighs, your little bit of stomach pudge falling over as you completely lose yourself in making him feel good. That is what gets him to buck into your mouth, closing his eyes and biting his bottom lip, breathing heavily as he begins to thrust into you. You pull away after a moment, jerking him off steadily as you swallow and look up at him.

“You can fuck my throat. Don’t have much of a gag reflex, anyways. Wanna see how you like it, Sir,” you pant, not giving him any time to think before you take him back into your mouth, placing your hand on the wrist that’s in your hair, giving him another okay.

“God, Y/N, you’re heavenly,” Harry breathes, testing out the waters by doing some shallow thrusts, only then beginning to actually throat-fuck you. He places his other hand around your neck, essentially pulling you into his throat and choking you from both ways. Your eyes roll into the back of your throat and you place your nose against his belly, breathing in deeply. Harry pulls himself out of you, rubbing his cock against your cheeks.

“Feel so good,” he draws out, easing himself back into your waiting mouth, rubbing the head on the ridges on the roof of your mouth. He moans through closed lips and tilts his head back, giving you the chance to admire his strong jawline from this angle, body sculpted by Michaelangelo himself. He had no room to call you all these beautiful names while he looked this fucking good getting his cock sucked.

You start speeding up your bobs, keeping him deep in your throat and only picking up a little, the change in pressure earning you a tug on your roots when Harry pulls you to look up at him.

“Mm, you want me to cum, don’t you, dirty girl,” he grunts, a lazy grin on his now flushed face. His thumbs make their way to press on either side of your cheek, moaning lowly when he feels himself through the tissue.

You hum around him, using your tongue along the vein you can feel, looking up at Harry with such need in your eyes. You pull off for a quick second, gasping loudly while saying,

“Want you to come in my mouth so bad, want to taste you and make you feel as good as you made me,” Taking him back in your mouth and sucking him off with a vice-like grip.

“Fuck,” Harry half-laughs, half-moans. “You’re incredible. Gonna make me come so fast, you’re taking me so fucking deep.”

Not even a minute later, you feel him begin to pulse in your mouth, pulling back to just suck on the head, using your tongue to dip into the hole, and Harry cums with a loud shout, burying his cock down your throat as he shoots ribbon after ribbon of come into you. You keep your eyes at his face, remembering how his mouth looks wide open, his eyes pinched closed, hair making a perfect halo around him. His throat makes you want to cry, the veins popping out and slightly red. He stays in your mouth for a while, allowing you to suck him dry and soften slightly, before pulling out of you with a pop.

“Thank you,” you croak out, swallowing what’s left in your mouth and leaning into his touch, quite spent if you were being honest.

Harry had to look away for a second, moving his hand to hold your head while he caught his breath. You were right about being golden, your skin shone, and you just radiated everything good in this world, right after he had his cock balls deep down your throat nonetheless.

“You’re too much, beauty. Thank you, did such a good job,” he gushes, kneeling down. He takes your chin inbetween his fingers and kisses you softly, just barely moving his lips. He leans his forehead against yours and wipes your lip with his thumb, allowing you to suck the bit of cum still on your face off with a blush tinting your cheeks.

“Reminds me of this morning, a bit,” he giggles, laughing louder as you hit him in the chest, grumbling ‘dumb’. He pushes your hair out of the way and holds your face in his two hands, effectively shutting you up as you breathe in deeply, feeling strangely comfortable being this vulnerable with him this fast.

“Do you wanna take a bath with me right now? Know you were on shaky legs and this hard floor for a while,” he pouts, kissing your forehead softly. You nod slowly and he smiles, nodding against you before pulling away to unzip your shoes, placing them next to the wall before he’s picking you up with way too much ease, pulling a shriek from you.

“‘Sorry, love, your poor legs okay?” he asks, holding you to his chest with one arm, using the other to hold your thigh. He receives another nod to the shoulder and he nuzzles you, trying to see what’s happening.

“I’m okay, just tired,” you sigh, and he murmurs an ‘okay’ kissing your temple before allowing you to sink back onto him, making a mental note to ask you about it once you’ve got your breath back.

“Why don’t you go turn on that shower and wash yourself real quick with some warm water and I’ll have the bath ready when I join you, that okay?” Harry whispers, sliding you down slowly. He pushes you toward the large glass door and you smile back at him, your heart bursting with appreciation.

This one is going to change you.

A/N: and that’s a wrap !! lemme know if you guys prefer this kind of phrasing (‘you said’), or if you like ‘she said’, or ‘i said’ better. this is my first time working with a full story using y/n and second/third person kind of view, so pls bear with me. also !! i know some people aren’t really cool with weed. im a ~stoner~ (such a weird thing to type out lmao) so i smoke a lot, but if y’all aren’t comfortabke with me mentioning it p much every other chapter, let me know !! (it can even be anonymously sent in) hope you liked it, and let me know if you have any other requests for future chapters or just one shots💗💗

- lana💔

#harry styles #harry styles fanfic #harry styles x reader #harry styles smut #dom harry styles #harry styles fic #harry styles fanfiction

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taylorsage22 · 4 years ago

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Call me Daddy (Damien Darhk x Reader)

Request-Anonymous said: Hi, can you write Damien Darhk×reader, smut? Thanks 💕

Warnings-Wow so um Daddy kink and spanking.

A/n-💙

“Y/N, I’m home!” You heard Damien call from downstairs. You jumped in a little in suprise because you weren’t expecting him to be home, and it immediatly put a smile onto your face. Within a few minuetes you saw him enter the doorway to your shared bedroom wearing his normal grin as he walked towards the bed and gave you a quick peck to the lips. “You’re home early.” You said glad to have more unexpected time with him. He was always with the legion and any extra time was always appreciated.

“Yeah, decided we needed a break so we left early. Since im back, do you want to go out to a dinner or something?“ He questioned looking at you with that same big smile I fell in love with. "Actually im kinda just in the mood to watch a movie and cuddle in bed if its okay with you.” I asked with a hint of suggestion in my voice. He quickly nodded and and jumped into bed with me putting on a movie. We were about half way into the movie when a really rough sex scene came on. I had to admit it was actually begining to turn me on. The femals leader started to call they guy “Daddy” and it was having a bigger effect on me that I would have thought. I glanced over at Damien whose arm was wrapped around my waist and his neck snuggled into my shoulder. He was half asleep and I knew he must have been exhasted, yet i couldn’t get rid if the growing tension inbetween my legs.

Slowly I tucked my hands underneath the blanket and into the waistband of my black lace panties. Slowly I slid my fingers up and down my slit imagining it was Damien’s hand instead of mine. After I teased myself a bit, I inserted a finger into me and softly began to moan. It started out with soft whimpers of “Damien Oh, Damien” but quickly turned into “Daddy” as i picked up pace. I was on the verge of getting myself to the edge when i felt a hand cup my heat over the blanket, stopping all movement. I looked over to seeing Damien’s eyes boring into mine as they drew darker. “What did you just say, Baby girl?” He let out in a low deep whisper that made me wetter just hearing it. “I-I said Damien, I just didn’t want to wake you baby.” I stutterer back as I felt him move closer while pulling out my hand and replacing it with his own. “You know, Princess, you really shouldn’t lie to me.” He spoke with an authority in his voice as he quickly inserted two fingers causeing me to let out a deep moan.

"Me and you both know that you weren’t moaning Damien. Call me Daddy Baby.“ He continued as he rapidly pushed his fingers in and out if my core while applying pressure to clit with thumb. "Daddy” I let out softly begining to buck my hips into his hand wanting to get to my release faster. He took his other hand and held my hips down into the mattress. “Angel, I’m going to need you to be much louder than that. C'mon beg for it baby. Show me how much you want me.” He growled, moving his fingers faster and adding the come hither motion causing it to make my jolt and write underneath him. “Daddy Please, Daddy faster.” I moaned loudly letting him take over my body as i was teetering in my release. He could feel me clenching around his fingers and started to roll my clit around with his thumb, adding just tge right amount of pressure. “Cum for me sweetheart.” He breathed out and i came loudly and hard onto his fingers. He kept his fingers going trying to ride out my orgasm and when i was finished he let his hand their a moment.

I was breathing deeply and was a little embarassed he found about my secret kink. I was about to open my mouth so we could talk about it when he cut me off. “Don’t make a sound princess. Were not finished.” He said with a smirk and a mischevious glint in his eyes. I looked at him confused for a moment when he quickly pulled me out of the covers and onto his lap as he moved towards the bottom of out bed. I had my stomach and my core resting on his grey sweatpants while my ass was raised slightly into the air.

"Damien what are we-“ I was immediatly cut off when i felt a hard smack onto my butt. I let out a moan as i felt a rush if wetness go to my core. "What did I just say baby girl? Not a sound.” He spoke again. His voice was dominant and authoratative yet still had a slight hint if amusement in it. Whenever his rough side came out in bed it was always the best nights of my life but we had never done anything like this before. It was like something straight out of a fantasy i was always to shy to ask for. I was snapped out of my thoughts when another harsh slap hit my bottom. “That is for pleasuring youself while i was in bed next to you.” Slap. “That is for talking when i didn’t give you permission to speak.” He gave me two more slaps and I had to bite my lip to keep from making any noise.

I was so turned on I tried to rub my legs together to increase the friction. My lace panties were rubbing up against my clit and i was biting diwn on my lip so hard i almost broke the skin. He gave one last slap, that was his hardest yet. “And that was fir calling me Damein instead of Daddy.” He massaged my now tender ass and pulled me into a sitting postion so I was straddling his thigh. I could feel how hard he was through his sweats and i couldn’t help let out a whimper. His hands grabbed into my hips as he looked into my eyes.

“i am going to wreck you, Doll.”

#daddysgoodgirl #daddys brat

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hogwarts-no1whore · 4 years ago

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Warnings- mention of injury, fainting, small mention of eating, written really badly but it’s my first attempt so we move

Summer loving...

Oliver wood x reader

Your POV

I hate Summer. Its too hot. Not to mention its exam season.

This summer is particularly horrible. It's arguably the hottest one to date. And yet here I sit, or rather here I hover above the ground, as Oliver Wood drones on about practice. Yet again he insists on forcing the entire team onto the pitch in faint worthy conditions, he said something about being better than Slytherin with all the extra practice. Whatever it was I wasn't really listening, my thoughts lay elsewhere, specifically by the black lake basking in the cool waters. Or at breakfast and how I was wishing I'd eaten something before rushing out here.

How I wish he wasn't so obsessed with Quidditch, how I wish he'd take notice of me for more than my ball handling skills or my passing ability. To be considered as a person rather than a player on a team. Still one can but dream of such a time when Oliver Wood is not infatuated with the broomstick sport.

"hey Y/L/N, you gonna join us or just sit there" George shouts at me taking me out of my daze. I look around to see everyone else high above me waiting for me. "erm yes coming sorry" I hastily reply soaring up to join the rest of the team. I fly up next to Fred and wait for Oliver to release the balls, in all honesty I hope this is going to be a quick practice, I feel as though the heats becoming unbearable. "Right everyone, take up your positions and lets go" Oliver utters before releasing the bludgers and tossing the quaffle to me.

I speed off towards the goal where Oliver is now situated pretending to be the opposition. I pass the quaffle to Johnson who slips it into the left hand hoop. "Come on Olly, pay attention" I mock with a slight smile. He simply scoffs at me and turns his focus elsewhere.

After what feels like an eternity of flying up and down, dodging bludgers and the like I see Ginny flying down at something, I really hope she's got the snitch because I simply cannot take much more of the heat....

"Y/N" someone shouts but I don't hear them.

And then it all went black.

Olivers' POV

"Y/N" I shout but it's too late, she's falling from a dangerous height. I don't think I just act, flying directly for her, hoping and praying I can reach her before she almost certainly hits the ground. I can't make it, she's falling too fast, I pull out my wand and utter "Arresto Momentum" to slow her fall. She hits the ground with a soft thud and the entire team flies down to her aid. I cannot help but feel guilty about making her train in the heat. It's quite apparent she's fainted from heat exhaustion, watching her swoon and fall like that, I could never have lived with myself if the fall had been fatal. My dear sweet Y/N.

"Oliver???? Helllooooo earth to captain?" Fred interrupts my thoughts. "infirmary now!" I shout picking her limp body in my arms and rushing towards the medical wing. My feet carried me swiftly towards the looming castle, she felt so light, so delicate, like if I dropped her, she'd smash into a thousand pieces. I had never run so fast in all my years of being at Hogwarts, never had I felt the need to run and to cry more so now. I ran through the court yard which was thankfully empty and pushed on down the never-ending corridor leading to the infirmary. The rest of the team were trailing behind me yelling at me to slow down. But I couldn't. How could I when the girl I have loved since I was 13 was lying limp in my arms? No, I had to keeping going.

The doors to the hospital wing came into view but they were blocked by some irritating first years giggling about god knows what. "move!" I yelled. Surprisingly they did just that, I'm not sure if it was me being so angry in my tone or the fact I was carry a body, either way I was glad. "I need help" I yelled as the white doors swung open hitting the walls as they did. The smell of disinfectant and healing potions filled my senses as Madam Pomfrey came rushing over to me. Her eyes flew from me to Y/N, worry laced her eyes as she ushered me to a free bed where a carefully laid her. After I explained what happened, Madam Pomfrey set to work running tests and to my utmost horror the next words out of her mouth were "there's nothing magic nor I can do, its heat fatigue, she will come around on her accord, in the mean time she will need to rest and stay here"

It's funny. She looks so at peace like this. It reminds me of a muggle story my mum used to read to me, sleeping beauty. Only true loves kiss can awaken the sleeping princess. Worth a shot right?

I leant over her bed, gently brushing some loose hair out of her face and let my lips softly graze over hers. They were warm and soft, she tasted like cherries which I assumed was down to her lip balm. She was never without it. I let soft scent of cherries engulfed me. I was in such a daze I didn't feel her start to kiss back...

Your POV

Someone was kissing me. That was my first thought upon regaining my ability to be aware of the world around me. Broomstick wax. The leather of a brand new Quaffle. Cinnamon gum. They were the first smells to captivate my nose. I knew who was kissing me instantly and so without much need for further thinking I kissed back. I don't think he realised at first but once the kiss was broken as my need to breath took over I heard him gasp.

Third person POV

Oliver gasped as the kiss was broken. He watched carefully as your Y/E/C eyes fluttered open and a large smile was plastered to your face. "Y/N im so sorry I wasn't thinking and..." he trailed off running a hand through his already messed up hair. "Oli" you began. "Don't be sorry ive been wanting to do that for years" You shyly confessed. A deep red blush crept over your face as you met his eyes. His gorgeous brown eyes that were filled with astonishment flickered from your eyes to your lips and back.

He lent in again and whispered "me too Y/N, me too" before crashing his lips into yours again. The kiss was full of passion and hunger and only broke when Oliver could no longer take the burning in his lungs from lack of oxygen.

"I can't believe it took Y/N almost dying for this to happen" a red-haired boy spoke up from the foot of your bed. You look up and blushed a crimson red when your eyes landed on the entire team who had no doubt watched that whole exchange. "shut it Fred why do you have to ruin a perfectly good moment" Oliver fired back. Everyone burst into laughter before leaving the 'happy couple' alone.

Maybe summer was about to be your favourite season after all.

#hogwarts #quidditch #oliver wood #summer #injury #weasley twins

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descendantofthesparrow · 5 years ago

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Daughter of the Honorable Thief - Harry Hook x reader – part 7 – park p1

Harry Hook x Daughter of Robin Hood!Reader

key

h/c- hair color

e/c- eye color

h/l- hair length

s/c- skin color

y/n- your name

clothing reference:

---Harry Hook POV---

Its been a week and a half since (y/n) and Erza joined our little group, both even going so far to let me tattoo them with an anchor, the same one me, Uma, gil, and the rest of the crew had. Erza getting it just behind her left ear, and (y/n) on the side of her left ring finger.

Ben had bought me a proper tattoo machine a while back, after learning I was skilled in it, he and his mother had even gotten tattoos.

Which is still weird to me, but whatever. At the moment I was packing my clothes, because Fairy Godmother had announced earlier that week that the seniors (a/n: im making Carlos a senior, he skipped a grade) are going on a trip to an amusement park, somewhere called…”notts berry farm”? I think.

FG had also suggested bringing money because while all students going would be given an amount of money for the three days at the park for food, drinks, or items they wanted to get. it's not so bad to have extra, so I would be bringing the money I gained from doing tattoos.

Grunting as I closed my suitcase, I grabbed my hook before remembering Fairy Godmother telling me that I couldn’t bring it into the part unless I had a weapons permit, and even then it would be hard for me to enter.

Sighing I placed the hook into a protective box, sliding it into a hidden compartment in my closet.

Gil exited the bathroom, an excited grin on his face, placing his toothbrush in his travel bag.

“I really hope the place has a lot of food, jay said that amusement parks have really good junk food.”

I hummed, not really listening, more focused on getting my sketchbook into my bag. “probably, Auradon is kinda known for their food yeh know”

Gil nodded, throwing his bag over his shoulder, grabbing his wallet and phone, checking to make sure he had his charger.

“got everything,” he asked, glancing at me. I nodded, patting my pockets, phone in my pocket and wallet in the other.

“aye, let's go”

Lifting my suitcase I trailed after Gil, leaving the room, and locking it behind me.

Walking down the hall, we stopped in front of Umas dorm, knocking in a pattern to let her know it was us.

“yeah”

Opening the door, I saw (y/n) and Erza helping Uma pack, just like they had helped us an hour before.

I raised my brow, huh, “are yeh having a tough time deciding on what teh bring?”

Uma huffed and nodded, flopping on her bed. “I don’t know what's appropriate for an amusement park, so they’re helping me”

“a lot of the stuff Uma chose to bring was for colder weather, so we had to raid mine and Erzas closet for stuff we didn’t use anymore, luckily a lot of them fit Uma.”

I nodded, dropping my stuff on the floor, and making my way over to Uma, grabbing her hands to pull her up.

“come on Uma, pack up” Uma groaned, not wanting to leave her bed, hanging back on her weight.

“don’ wanna~”

Erza rolled her eyes, tossing a t-shirt at Uma’s face. Uma yelped, pulling on my hands to sit herself up, glaring at erza.

“Really?” she seethed, glaring down the smirking erza.

“yep, come on buses leave in an hour, and we don’t want to be left behind” uma huffed, standing and throwing her…undergarments into her suitcase.

Gil and I glanced at each other, before picking up our stuff, “we’re gonna put our stuff with the buses, see yeh soon”

The girls just waved us off, so we left the room and headed outside, placing our suitcases in the storage space in our designated bus, putting our bags with jays and Carlos’

We turned to head back to the girls, but they emerged from the dorm building with Uma’s stuff in tow. I raised my brow, Erza and (y/n) didn’t have their stuff.

“wheres yer stuff?” I asked, helping (y/n) load Uma’s suitcase into the storage space.

“oh, it's already loaded, my bags over there” (y/n) answered, pointing over to where her and Erzas bags lay.

I nodded, pushing in Uma’s case. We backed away when the man standing at the bus doors came forward and closed the storage gate.

Fairy godmothers voice came over the speakers “all students going on the trip please make your way to your designated buses.”

Gil tossed my bag to me, I nodded my thanks and climbed into the bus, flashing my bus ticket to the driver, she nodded and motioned me to move on, I made my way to the back, Gil, Uma, (y/n) and Erza close behind.

I took a window seat, (y/n) plopping next to me, Erza and Uma taking the seat across from us.

Harriet stomped onto the bus, flopping next to Gil.

She had that, ‘im exhausted don’t talk to me’ look.

I snorted, plugging in my earbuds, and turning on my music, preparing for the three-hour bus ride.

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Fukcing finally!!!!! Hades Christ, I need to fucking pee.

Hopping out of the bus, I speed-walked over to beasty boy.

“oi beasty, wheres the loo, I need teh leak”

Ben sputtered for a moment, before saying; “in the hotel should be a sign for the bathrooms”

I didn’t even wait, rushing to the hotel and making my way to the bathrooms, I heard footsteps behind me, glancing back, I saw Gil trailing after me.

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Ahhh much better, I washed my hands before leaving the bathroom, because not doing that is nasty.

I made my way into the lobby Gil once again following behind me.

“Harry!” I turned to the voice, Ben, he jogged up to me, handing me a card key.

“here your room key, oh, Gil here's yours,” Ben handed Gil his key, then he handed me a paper as well, the room number and floor our room was on.

“meet up down here in an hour, Fairy Godmothers going to assign groups and meet up times”

I nodded, pushing past ben. I looked down at the paper

‘ room A113, floor 7’

And bellow that was FGs handwriting

‘your suitcases have already been taken to your rooms’

I nodded to Gil, heading over to the elevators, pressing for floor 7.

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The room was pretty big, two queen-sized beds, a full bathroom, 1 large dresser, a full-body mirror, a desk with a vanity mirror, and a mini-fridge, with a note attached to it.

‘all snacks and drinks in this fridge are paid for by the school.- FG’

I checked my phone, 45 minutes until we needed to head down to the lobby, I relayed that to Gil and started to unpack, shirts in the top drawer on the left, pants and shorts in the middle drawer on the left, underpants in the bottom drawer on the left, Gil putting his stuff in the same order on the right side of the dresser.

I flopped on the bed, sighing

“not as good as our beds at the dorm building but it'll do”

“yeah” Gil nodded, pressing his hands to the mattress “but anythings better than the isle”

“aye right aye right”

I turned on the tv, sitting up when I saw Doctor Strange playing.

“hell yeah!!!”

Gil grinned, sitting cross-legged on the floor.

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I sat with Gil, Uma, Erza, and (y/n) in the lounge chairs in the lobby, waiting for FG to assign groups and give us our cards (that had our money in them) and our tickets.

Gil and Uma were playing on Erzas switch, while (y/n) and I just chatted about….whatever was on our minds.

“alright children!!” FG stood at the doors, smiling at all the students gathered at the lobby.

“I want you all to line up and when a teacher calls your name, go to them and grab your papers, you will need them to enter the park, they will also tell you who your group is for the trip.”

the group of 45 students whispered among each other, waiting to be called, soon my name was called.

“Hook, Harry”

Walking up I took the papers and walked back over to my friends.

Glancing down, I saw a card with a note on it $150 dollars per day, a ticket with three days entrance to both parks, and a slip with fellow students names on it.

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Your group for this trip

Harry hook

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Uma Triskatillion

Gil legume

Erza O'Hara

(y/n) Hood

Harriet Hook

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I sighed in relief, okay, people I get along with…and my sister.

“I guess were hanging out for the trip huh?” glancing down I saw (y/n) grinning up at me, her own papers in her hand.

“ya I guess, have yeh been here before?” I asked, raising my brow, (y/n) nodded, her eyes sparkling,

“yeah!! There are so many cool rides here, and so much to do, there's live-action plays and actors running around, each day is a different experience!”

“cool.”

Gil, Uma, Erza, and Harriet came over, all three glad to be with known people instead of getting forced with those they didn’t know.

“alright, students let's go!!”

The large group followed FG out, walking down the long path to….Knotts berry farm I think? I still don’t really know the name.

We passed through the metal detectors, reaching the entrance lines. I snatched a map as I passed through. I wanted to know exactly where to go.

“im hungry!” Gil whined, leaning on uma, making her stumble slightly from his weight.

“get off me Gil, you're heavy!”

“Thanks, im still hungry”

“well” (y/n) stepped through Harriet and erza “there's quite a lot of places to eat, there's a Jhonny rockets and panda express over that way and there's some country-themed places over that way in ghost town”

“panda express sounds good,” Harriet mumbled, looking down at my map. “Chinese place right?”

“yep, it's one of my favorite places to eat.”

“panda express it is” Uma announced, gesturing (y/n) to lead the way.

(y/n) nodded, passing through a walkway, under a huge hanging coaster. I glanced up at the red and silver coaster, my hands shaking slightly, I hated heights, my sister seemed to sense my brain going haywire, so she quickly snatched my wrist, grounding me.

“You good?” she whispered, a concerned frown on her face. Ever since leaving the isle, Harriet was more willing to show that she cared about her family.

I nodded, breathing deeply to calm myself “aye, just, yeh know, don’t like heights”

She nodded, squeezing my wrist lightly before releasing it.

---

“Alright I admit, this Is fucking delicious.” I praised, stabbing some orange chicken with my fork, “now wha’ are we doin’ after thi’s?”

(y/n) hummed, tapping her chin as she grabbed my map and scanned through it. “well we could go do a ride next, probably a calm one as we just ate….maybe?...”

“How bout that one?” Gil offered, pointing to his right, at the log ride next to us. (y/n) brightened grinning at Gil, he smiled back.

“that’s, that’s a good idea gil!” (y/n) praised “its pretty calm the entire ride, only two drops”

I froze, drops? I glanced at uma, she shrugged, patting my hand.

“How deep are the drops?”Harriet asked, sipping on her soda.

Erza tapped the table, answering for (y/n)

“The first one is….18 feet? I think? And the last drop is 42 feet, but they're not straight down, they're at an angle. So it's not bad, and this is coming from someone with Acrophobia, so that’s how you know it’s a good ride.”

My shoulders untensed slightly, okay, I think I could deal with that, wait Erza also feared hights?

“if I remember correctly, it's four people per log, so two of us are going to be on our own” Erza turned to (y/n) an odd gleam in her eye.

She just rolled her eyes, seeming to have a silent conversation with Erza.

“that’s fine” Harriet grumbled, getting up to toss her trash away. “as long as im not paired with a random stranger”

“kay let's go” I nodded, shoving my fortune cookie in my mouth (and yes I read the fortune before eating it, I almost didn’t, before (y/n) stopped me) and stood, tossing my trash away.

---

I ended up in the back seat with (y/n) in front of me, Erza and Uma sitting in the front. Gil and Harriet in the log behind us.

“warning we’re gonna get wet, especially Erza and Uma!”

I cackled, gripping the metal bars on the sides.

Uma looked over Erzas shoulder and flipped me off, only making me laugh louder.

The ride was pretty fast, faster than I thought it would be, the water splashing up and hitting my cheek. The fucking mannequins were real fucking freaky though.

Then came the first drop, “first drop!!” (y/n) called as we were cast into darkness. I was glad for the dark, I wouldn’t be able to see the hight of the drop.

“whoooo!!!!”

I yelped as we went down, water crashing as we hit the bottom, soaking my pants and shoes.

I heard Gil laughing behind us, Harriet's cursing mixing with it.

More freaky ass mannequins then came the final drop, as we reached the top, I was distracted by the overlook of the park.

‘impressive’ I thought, then the feeling of falling split through my chest, and I leaned forward, wrapping my arms around (y/n)s waist.

“FUCK” (y/n) just laughed, holding her hands to the sky.

Water splashed up, mostly hitting uma and erza, but my pants still got soaked.

“eehg” I groaned, lifting my pants away from my leg, the fabric sticking. “that feels so weird!”

(y/n) snorted, peeling her shirt away “Yeah, but at least it cooled us down”

Oh, I forgot to mention that it was 87 degrees outside today, a contrast from Auradons weather, which always had perfect 75-degree weather, if it got hot, it only raised to 82.

“yeah,” I mumbled, releasing my pants, they made a squishy slap sound as they hit my skin. “that’s something”

The log entered the loading area, and I let (y/n) grip my shoulder as she exited the log.

(y/n) lead the way out, stopping at a hut, that had multiple screens on it, with pictures on them, (y/n) scanned them before stopping and pointing at one.

“there's ours!”

Following her hand, I saw a picture of us in the log, on the tall drop.

Erza and Uma were in the front, uma making devil horn signs in the hair, her eyes scrunched closed. Erza had her hands crossed in front of her, her aviators on, her thumb and middle fingers down.

Then there was (y/n) and me, (y/n) had her hands up, and I was behind her, arms around her torso and face in her neck.

Then Gil and Harriet's picture came up.

They each got their own seat, Harriet in the back, her face scrunched and she was gripping the metal bars beside her in a death grip.

Gil in the front, face beaming as he was in mid-laugh, hands in the air.

“do yall wanna buy them?” Erza broke through my thoughts, stepping towards the computers.

“sure” uma mumbled, smiling at the photos.

Harriet and Gil emerged from the exit, their pants and shoes wet.

“That was fun!” Gil beamed, shaking his head to rid it of excess water.

“that was wet” Harriet grumbled, taking off her beanie and flipping her hair back, putting the beanie back on.

(y/n)s phone beeped, she fished it out of her backpack, glancing at it.

“got the photo, thanks Erza”

“no prob”

“Okay, what's next?” (y/n) asked, glancing around at us, I pulled my map out, letting the others look at it.

Gil glanced at my map, pointing at the area next to us “oh how bout those!!!”

(y/n) looked to where he was pointing, nodding. “oh the games? Yeah that could be fun”

“let's go!!” Erza cheered, locking arms with uma and leading her to the games.

----(y/n) POV----

Games were a good idea, Erza had done an accuracy game, earning a teal seahorse, which she gave to Uma, Uma tried to deny it, not wanting to take something Erza worked hard for.

Then Erza made a comment, which made Uma go red.

“a pretty seahorse for a pretty sea witch”

“u-umm…thanks”

Harriet had joined Harry in a wobbly ladder challenge. Which somehow they competed it, getting coupons for anything under $20 is free.

Harry got a novelty Knotts berry farm drink. Harriet had also gotten herself a Knotts drink.

Gil did a strong man contest, the one with a hammer that you need to rocket the little thing to hit the bell.

He won against 5 other people, choosing a string bag.

You yourself just stood and watched, simply enjoying the vks having fun, they deserved it.

“(y/n)!” Gil called to you, some dip in dots in his hand. “can we go on a ride now!?”

You nodded, looking around for a ride, your eyes landed on wipeout, oh this would be fun!

“that one!”

Your friends glanced at it, and nodded, not knowing what to expect, except Erza, she just grinned and fist-bumped you, “amazing choice Hood”

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You were fucking right, seeing harry and his sister clutch onto each other yelping when the ride simultaneously rose and dropped at the same time.

You and erza cackled, looking over Harry and Harriet to see uma and gil, uma was clutching her seat bar for dear life, gil was laughing his head off, “this feels so weird!!!”

Harriet and Harry jumped off the ride as soon as they got the chance, stumbling slightly from the ride making them dizzy.

“never again” Harriet groaned, leaning on harry. Harry nodded in agreement, pouting.

Gil and Erza wanted to do hangtime, but you hated that ride, so you declined, Uma wasn’t in the mood, and Harry and Harriet were still dizzy from Wipeout. So they went on it alone.

It was fun to see them hang over the first drop.

You and Uma went on scrambler in the meantime, harry and Harriet going on the sail ride next to it.

Gil and Erza suggested either Uma or Harry suggest the next ride, so harry chose Voyage to the Iron Reef, which was air-conditioned and a blasting game, a good cool down from the last couple rides.

You and Gil had a mini competition, both being descendants of archers, so you wanted to know who would get the higher score, loser gets the other a cinnamon bun from the Cinnabon outside, needless to say, you won.

You getting 221,900, while Gil was close behind with 89,000. You both congratulated each other on getting the highest scores of the day.

You agreed you would claim your prize later, so you continued on, Harriet choosing the bumper carts.

Uma wouldn’t stop crashing into you, Erza teaming up with her.

You got your revenge later that night when a lot of you played I dare you in bens room.

Then uma chose the bigfoot river rapids, which you all agreed to, you all were really warm and needed to cool down.

Uma, now around free moving white rapid waters, used her powers to soak Harriet and you, letting natural water hit herself, so it didn't seem like she was using her powers.

By the end, Harry's shoes were speaking as he took steps, uma was once again using her powers to dry her stuffed seahorse, she seemed to already cherish it after having it for only an hour.

Erza is very pleased.

Now…ghost rider.

Harriet walked up to you, grasping your shoulder, whispering to you “hey, Harrys not a big fan of heights, if he wants can he sit this out”

“Hettie I can hear you!”

“I was trying to be discreet!”

“well great fukin-“

“well” you interrupted, stopping the oncoming argument of the hook siblings. “if he doesn’t want to he doesn’t have too, he can walk in line with us, but he doesn’t have to ride it if he doesn’t want to”

Harry nodded, silently thankful. But….he kinda wanted to go on, erza telling him that most of the ride was within itself, and even with her phobia, the adrenaline distracted her from the height of the ride.

He had ultimately decided to ride, sitting next to you and gripping your arm in a death grip.

After the first drop, Harry loved it, releasing one of his hands to hold it in the air, screaming along with you and the others.

“again again again again!”

You laughed, patting Harry's knee, “if we have time sure! And if the others want to as well”

Erza and Gil joined harry in his chores of “again”

“one more time, one more time, one more time!”

You, Harry, Erza, and Gil went once more, Uma and Harriet chilling in a jewelry store.

Soon you had all gotten a text from FG, telling you that you all had one more hour at the park before we were all supposed to return to the hotel.

So you proposed one last ride, the silver bullet.

As you arrived, you noticed both Erza and Harry tense, harry seemed to suffer from the same phobia that erza did, now erza loved roller coasters, so she would usually grip onto you till you were in the cart. Then she'd be fine.

Now you didn’t know how Harry would react, so you repeated your words from earlier.

“if you don’t want to, you don’t have to”

Harry nodded and ended up waiting for you at the exit.

Erza and Harriet's hair looked crazy after hopping off, you definitely took a picture of that.

“I’ll admit,” Uma said as she leaned into Erza, smiling softly, Erza was pink, grinning happily. You gave her a thumbs up “today was really fun, I thought I would be a bust.”

“yeah,” you hummed, drinking the last of your soda, placing the straw into the cap “my cousin hates amusement parts, always saying that the rides or aesthetic were really boring, but they really enjoy Knotts, it has such thrilling rides.”

“agreed” Harriet hummed, chewing on her Cinnabon. “I wonder what the water park is like?”

Gil agreed, beaming, exited for the rest of the trip.

“well I wouldn’t know, I've never really been to the water park part of Knotts” you mumbled biting into your prize for winning against gil in the shotting game earlier

“why?” uma inquired, playing with the tail of her seahorse.

“just never really had the opportunity”

“kay”

You arrived at the hotel, running into ben immediately, who informed that in party room 2 was pizza.

“yes!” Erza squealed bolting away, uma trailing after her. Gil and Harry following Uma.

“Hey (y/n)” Harriet called, you turned and tilted your head. Humming for Harriet to continue

"Thanks for helping out harry today, he usually has panic attacks about stuff dealing with hights, but yeh helped him through it, so…thank yeh”

You teared up a little, you have known Harriet to be hard and closed hearted, so for her to be this open with you…just made you tear up a little.

”he doesn’t deserve to live in fear Harriet, he deserves to live life without fearing a thing like heights. ”

Harriet smirked, wrapping her arm around your shoulders, winking at you.

”I knew there was a reason I liked yeh”

You laughed, wrapping your own arm around her shoulder.

”and I knew there was a reason I liked you! ”

---end of part 7---

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I'm so tired rn, it is currently 12:49 am so im going to bed after this. But enjoy!

(Blue's pov)

"Are you sure you can handle this?" I look down at the tiny pink gem in front of me.

"Of course, I've seen Pink do it a bunch of times" Spinel gives one of the biggest grins I've ever seen.

"A-and you know what to do? " I ask another question "oh and you know some of the rules....right?" I shift nervously on my sore feet.

"Rules?" Spinel shoots me a confused look "how can a ball have rules?"

"Well, there aren't many, just simple ones" I cross my arms "like for instance, we're not allowed to leave our seats, although White has definitely changed that one.....oh and cannons can't be in the ballroom, or the castle for that matter" I stroke my chin trying to think of any rules.

"Well, liquids are no longer forbidden, cause it turns out that Steven is about seventy percent water...." I trail off.

"Speaking of steven, is he coming?" Spinel bounces happily in place.

"I think so, he said that he would come with gifts, although I don't exactly know what gifts he could make..since we are quite bigger then him" I shrug.

"Quite?" Spinel crosses her arms.

I chuckle and roll my eyes "you should probably go and get the ball ready, and is there a dress code" I cursorily ask.

"Dress code?" Spinel scratches her head.

"Yeah, like we could dress...I don't know...nicer? Or different at least" I try to explain but Spinel just shrugs.

"That sounds good, I think I will try something new but I don't really know, you can too if you'd like, that goes for Yellow and White too" Spinel turns around "but like you said, I've got work to do" she starts running down the empty hallway we were talking in.

"And if you need any help, you can always call me or Steven, he has thrown at least two balls" I shout after her. I definitely shouldn't tell her that the first ball turned into a disaster, but it wasn't his fault...

A spike of pain washes over me, starting from my feet and quickly ends as soon as it reaches my mid-calf.

I sigh, I should go and sit down, maybe I'll run a bath. Yeah, that sounds nice. I turn around and painfully make my way to my chambers. As soon as the doors close behind me I instantly phase into nothing but a very loose and thin blue shirt and a pair of comfortable panties.

I slowly make my way across my room towards my extraction chambers (which everyone now calls it a bathroom).

I hit the now higher panel and the doors in front of me open, letting the slightly cold air into the room. I shiver when my bare feet touch the freezing tile floor, but I try my best to ignore it and turn on the bath.

As soon as the room becomes filled to the brim with steam. I phase away the rest of my clothes, and carefully lower myself into the warm water.

I let out a relaxed sigh as I finally make contact with the bottom and sit down. This time I accidentally filled the bath with to much water and it's now up to my chin.

I gently place my hand on my big baby bump, ever since I opened up to Yellow, I've been feeling..... better I guess...I'm certainly not one hundred percent a-okay, but I've been feeling happier about the gemlings.

Every now and then I occasionally have a few bad thoughts, but I'm glad that I have Yellow to help me with it, I just can't help but feel like I'm dragging Yellow.

I shake my head trying to get rid of that last thought, I need to think of something else...hmm what should I wear to Spinel's ball?

She didn't really specify if there was going to be a dress code or not. I smile as a wonderful idea comes to mind, I should wear the dress I wore to my first ball! I will have to make some adjustments, I rub my baby bump, man Yellow will love it!

I quickly finish my lovely bath and I wrap a towel around my body and hair. I sit down on my very comfortable stool in front of my vanity, I unwrap my now wet towel from my hair, I dry my soaking wet hair as best as I can with the towel before I instantly remove all the water from it with my powers.

I toss the damp towel onto the floor, but before it actually lands on the ground it phases away.

I grab my new blue hairbrush and I run it through my very tangled hair, I faintly hum some human song. Humming quickly turns into quietly singing.

"From the shell, the song of the sea" I softly sing to myself, I shapeshift my hair to get rid of my loop so I can braid my hair "neither quiet nor calm, searching for love again".

I easily hum the rest of the song as I quickly and effortlessly finish my long braid, I unnecessarily fiddle with the end of my braid, trying to make it not fall apart. I sigh as I throw the end of it over my shoulder, what time is it? I pull up a screen to find that Spinel's ball is in five hours.

I droop onto my vanity and let out another sigh, I should probably finish designing the gemlings little room, but all I need are the colors. If it's going to be anything like that weird vivid dream I had, I should be able to guess the colors correctly.

But alas, I am not a sapphire. The medical pearl did say that the next appointment I'll have should tell us what colors they might be.

I sit straight up and whip around at the sound of my doors opening, I smile when Yellow diamond steps into my room. She turns on my crystal chandelier as she grumbles something to herself.

"I don't understand how you can see so well in the dark" she walks directly towards me and smiles "it's like a new power, and I lovee what you did with your hair your hair"

"Thank you" I grab her hips and pull her closer, I wrap my arms around her and stand up "I wanted to do something new for Spinel's ball, while the braid may not be entirely new, but what I'm planning is...also not entirely new" I quietly giggle "but I know you'll love it"

"You know I'll love anything you'll do, even if you've done it before" Yellow plants a soft kiss on top of my head.

"I know, I know" I release my hold from her and I grab my still open screen "Since you are here, I wanted to show you the nursery design for our gemlings!"

I pull up the blueprints and proudly show her, she grabs the screen and studies each picture for a few seconds before moving onto the next one.

"They look good, but what is the color scheme?" Yellow hands me the screen back.

"I wanted to do the colors of what the gemlings are, but that'll have to wait a couple of days or so" I pull up the time and date again "well, it says the next appointment is actually tomorrow, so the plans will be done quickly"

A sudden rush of fatigue washes over me, I let out a yawn as I dismiss the screen "I think I'm going to take a nap before the ball" I phase into a soft shirt and pants.

I walk around Yellow and head straight for my bed "wake me up at least half a cycle before it starts." I pull all the blankets onto me.

"Noted" Yellow lays down right beside me, I lay down on my back as Yellow messes with my braid, she hums as I flip onto my side, trying to find a good position.

I let out a very long and relaxed sigh as I finally get comfortable, I feel myself drift into slumber as Yellow finishes humming.

"Have a good nap, I'll be back to wake you up" She whispers, I grumble something back to her, but I don't know what it was.

Since I took a nap I surprisingly didn't have a dream, I just fell asleep then bam! Instantly woke up.

"Blue? You said to wake you up now, so I need you to wake up" Yellow shakes me awake.

"Hmmm" I sit up, I wipe the sleep from my eyes, I squint from the light and I turn to the golden diamond next to me.

"Yellow? Mmm, what time is it?" I pull back the very warm covers and shiver slightly as Yellow helps me off of the bed.

"It's about a cycle till the ball, I decided you might need some time to actually wake up" Yellow let's go of me, I let out a groan as I stretch my arms.

"It seems like I did the right thing" Yellow hands me a glass of water.

"Thank you" I croak, I take a few sips of the cold water, I hand her the glass as I yawn.

After a few minutes of Yellow talking to me, making sure I don't fall asleep again, I push her out of the room so I can get ready.

I sit back down on my vanity chair and I fix my messy braid, damn, I knew I should've waited until after I took a nap. But then again, I didn't know that I'd actually take one...

As soon as my braid is done, I stand up and phase off my pajamas and I put on a comfortable pair of matching panties and a bra.

Now, this is the hard part, I have to remember what my dress looked like. It really won't be hard, but it was a very very long time ago.

As soon as remember what the dress I wore for my first ball looks like, I phase it on. I quickly adjust the waist so it's not clinging to my body, but instead it flowing at the bottom.

I turn around to face the mirror, I take a few steps back to see the entire dress.

And it's almost just how I remember it.

The top clings to my form, I had to just the neckline so it ends at the tip of my gem, I kept the long sleeves but moved the end of them just an inch or two back. The color of the entire dress is still blue, but as dark as the night sky, and it still shimmers when I move.

Moving past my waist, I shortened the slit by my leg a lot, so now it goes from my mid-calf to my ankles, which is where the dress stops, I also added the same sized slit on the other side.

This time I finally put on shoes, but they are a simple pair of knee-length boots with a lot of extra padding inside.

I smooth down the front of the dress, I smile as the familiar softness tickles my hands. A familiar chime breaks the silence in my room "come in" I half yell.

I sit back down on my plush stool as the big blue doors open. Steven, Amethyst, Pearl, and Connie walk into my room.

Steven and Pearl laugh at something that Amethyst had probably said, and in Steven's and Connie's hands are some big wrapped items.

As soon as Connie sees me, she accidentally drops the gifts she was carrying and her brown eyes go wide.

I push myself off of the stool and walk over to them "is something wrong" I ask the shocked Connie as I pick up the thing she dropped.

"N-no, nothing is wrong" she shakes her head and smiles "it's just that Steven said that you were at least six months in, but I had no idea you were." I cut her off "Big? Huge?" I smile little.

"Well, no, I was going to say, I had no idea you were so pregnant" she nervously laughs "and your dress looks amazing!"

I slightly blush from the complement. "Well, I am carrying twins" I smile warmly, I gently place my hand on my belly. I examine the nicely wrapped item, it's wrapped in different styles of a human material, which I think is paper and it fits perfectly in my hand. "You guys really didn't need to bring us anything."

"Well, my art teacher had me and my class make stuffed animals" I neatly unwrap all the paper to reveal a very soft, mixed fabric, lion "and I decided to go all out." Connie very proudly says.

I neatly place the paper on my vanity and inspect the toy lion. It has stitched black eyes and a black heart-shaped nose, with a wild rainbow mane and matching tail.

"It may not be the prettiest thing in the world, but I'm pretty sure that bad boy gave me an A+ for the rest of the year" Connie smiles "and it took me a little more than a week to make it, not including the time it took to gather the materials, luckily my mom and dad were there to help me."

I put the adorable lion on my vanity and I grab the gift that Steven was holding, "Man, you do not know how long it took to wrap those, and how much wrapping paper it took" Steven smiles as I once again, neatly take the paper off.

"As I said, you really didn't need to bring us anything, but I really do appreciate it" I happily say, I place all the paper on the vanity with the other paper.

In my hand is a beautiful wooden box with a wind-up on the back, it's a lovely shade of dark green with the diamond insignia top.

"C'mon, wind it up!" Steven excitedly says.

I smile at his lack of patience, I delicately wind up the box, as excitement builds inside me with each crank.

Suddenly the little box makes a strange CLICK sound and a wonderful tune starts playing, I shoot a confused look towards Steven. But he just looks at me with what I think are tearful eyes.

The song ends quickly, Steven sighs "The song is called you are my sunshine, my dad would sing that to me whenever I got scared, I'll teach you the lyrics later, but now we've got a ball to attend!" Steven turns on his heel towards the door.

"I'll be right after you" I call out to him and his friends as they leave. I quickly set the box next to the lion, I take one last glance over my outfit before I turn around and leave.

(At the ball)

I stand in front of familiar ballroom doors, this time I'm not being introduced to gems, this time I'm just going to go in and enjoy the ball without any pressure, what so ever.

I take a deep breath in, hold my head up high, and hit the panel that opens the doors. Music fills up the small hallway I'm standing in, I walk into the very crowded room. I spot Steven and Connie dancing with a multitude of different gems and fusions.

I also see Spinel dancing with Amethyst and a handful of other quartzes, and Pearl talking to Blue and Yellow Pearl. I carefully move towards one of the back corners of the room, once I'm there I look around the room trying to find Yellow, I don't think she's here. I'd would've spotted her by now.

I sadly sigh, guess I'll have to wait for some time. As I wait I eagerly watch the only door that we can fit through, and it hasn't been all bad, a lot of different gems came up to me to say hello and to congratulate me. One gem even brought me a tray of brown and white sweets, which attracted Steven and Connie. They then told me the sweets were called 'chocolate', and I told them I love the really dark ones, which turned out to be dark chocolate.

They did have to take the tray away from me before I ate it all, then the diamond doors opened and I got very excited, but then White Diamond appeared then the doors remained close for quite a while.

She seemed to easily notice my mood and made quickly walked over to me.

"I'm going to assume you're waiting for Yellow?" White rests her back against the wall.

"Well...yeah" I sigh "I wanted to surprise her by putting on the dress from my first ball" when I finished my sentence, White did a double-take on my outfit.

"Oh wow, I didn't even notice" She runs her hand over my covered arm "you still look as beautiful as the day you first put it on"

I blush from the compliment "look, this time I actually put on shoes!" I lift my dress and flaunt my boots.

White laughs "they're not the heels that go with the dress, but those are pretty close".

I let go of my dress "I don't understand how you and Yellow can wear something with heels, I'd trip in them very easily"

"Which is why I let you go barefoot" White smiles warmly.

I smile back. "Anyways, I've really only came to the ball to say hello to every, so after that, I'm probably going to leave" I nod as White pushes herself off of the wall and heads towards Steven and his friends.

I sigh and rest my head against the hard stone wall. I continue to watch the door until Yellow diamond finally walks through it. Happiness builds inside of me as she spots me.

She carefully makes her way across the very crowded ballroom floor, I frown as I notice a few sparks dance across her shoulders and chest.

She finally stops in front of me and sighs "I'm sorry for being so late, as soon as you pushed me out of your room a topaz said there was an emergency, so I had to deal with that, then I got a reminder that the ball has started so I quickly polished my armor and...wait..." Yellow takes a step away from me. A big smile creeps on to my face.

"Is that?" Yellow looks me up and down.

"In fact it is! I did have to make a few adjustments to the dress, but I kept it pretty much the same" I wrap my arms around Yellow, she does the same, she gives me a short but passionate kiss on the lips before she pulls away and leads me towards where everyone is dancing. "C'mon, let's join them."

"Okay, but only for a little bit" I grab her hand and wrap my arm and she twirls me.

We continue to dance for some time before I start to feel sick from all the chocolates, so we say goodbye and thank you to everyone before Yellow whisks me away to my room, where I then have a 'stomach ache' for a few hours.

I painfully groan into my plush pillow, Yellow lovingly rubs my aching pregnant belly.

"Just try to sleep" Yellow kisses my neck.

"C-can't.. hurts too much" I whimper.

"Steven said it'll go away soon, just sleep it off" Yellow slows down, she rubs slow soothing circles.

Unfortunately, her touch is very soothing, I can feel myself growing tired every second.

I let out a long yawn which turns into another groan "mmmm fine, I'll try to sleep, but I'm telling you it's not going to work" I grumble. I tightly close my eyes, trying to get my self to fall asleep.

It eventually works when I finally relax and mumble good night.

"Good night Blue" Yellow places a kiss on my head before I quickly pass out.

Splish

Splash

Sploosh

I'm going to bed, gn

#steven universe #blue diamond su #su yellow diamond #bellow diamond #fanfic #good night #stay home

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allthings-fantasy · 5 years ago

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See You Again - Part 11

Pairing: Dean X Reader

Word Count: 3500 (yikes im sorry)

Warnings: there is some plot in this but mostly smut, dirty talk (Dean has a vulgar mouth), thigh riding, oral sex (female receiving), fingering, language, praise kink (a tiny bit)

AuthorsNote: Sorry this part took me a little longer to get out!! ALSO sorry it’s kind of long. But thank you for sticking with this story! Happy Reading.

Part 10 ALL OTHER PARTS

“Personally, I just don’t think it’s a good idea.” Jason’s voice urged from the other end. You simply rolled your eyes and set the glass of water down in front of Sam. “I mean, you haven’t seen them in years and now they’re staying at your place? Why don’t you stay here and they can stay there?” Obviously, Jason wasn’t too thrilled about allowing the Winchester brother’s into your home.

“Jas, they’re not the scariest thing out there. Plus it’s extra protection.” You winked at the younger brother and leaned against the counter to hug yourself. For the most part, your body felt much better. But your ribs were still sore and needed babied.

It was the day after you got attacked that you suggested Sam and Dean stay at your place. You had a spare room and it allowed them to be close in case anything happened again. “Will you at least call me before you go to bed? And uh… in the morning too?” He rushed out the last part as if you would ever say no to him.

“Okay, daddy.” Your sarcastic tone caused Sam to snort but your word choice left Jason audiably cringing.

“Please don’t call me that, that phase of my life was over 5 years ago… especially now that I am an actual daddy…” Him gagging over the word had your laughing into the phone, picturing him visibly recoiling in your head.

A smirk formed over your lips before glancing down the hallway to make sure that Dean was in the bathroom. “Ugh fine… hey, maybe Dean wouldn’t mind being called that?” Your eyebrow quirked at the strangled noise your best friend released.

“Wait a damn minute, I di-”

“Gotta go, Jas! Love you!” You quickly pressed the red button before he could get another word out. With a huff, your eyes found Sam’s and you gave him an apologetic smile. “Sorry bout that.”

He shrugged and took another drink of water. “Trust me, it’s not the worse thing I’ve heard.”

Your smile grew wider and a small nod of your head, “So uh, how’ve you been Sam? I haven’t really seen you since… that day in the hospital.” You winced at the memory of running out of the room flashing to the front of your mind.

One of Sam’s shoulders lifted and he let out a small sigh. “Been good… a crazy past couple of years. Sitting here kinda reminds you how much jumping around from motel to motel sucks.”

“I imagine you guys have a lot of back aches.” Your nose scrunched up slightly.

Sam laughed and nodded his head, pushing some of his hair from his eyes. “Uh yeah, the shitty mattresses and digging up graves really puts a kink in the spine.” He paused for a moment, turning the glass slowly in his hand, inspecting it as if it’s the most fascinating thing he’s ever seen. You watched as he looked down the hall again before looking into your eyes. “He wants to quit, yanno.”

The simple sentence made your brows furrow and you stood up a little straighter. “What?”

He blinked and leaned back in his chair. “Dean… he’s been saying it for a while now. How he wants to get out of hunting, maybe not permanently. But he wants a place to settle down.”

You felt a weird fluttering in your chest at his words. Ever since you met Dean all those years ago, all you wanted to do was live out your days with the older Winchester. “I uh…”

“He never stopped loving you. He won’t admit it to me when he’s sober but he still does. He’ll say your name in the middle of the night if the nightmares get too bad, or he’ll start tearing up over you after one too many glasses of whiskey.” Sam huffed and you didn’t know if you wanted him to keep talking or just utterly shut his mouth.

“I know he fucked up but you can’t totally blame him. You knew Dad, he had Dean turned into a soldier… he was scared something was going to happen to you if he didn’t get you out of the life. I’m not telling you to take him back right now, but please just talk to him. I just want my brother happy again.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but the sound of the bathroom door opening cut you off. A cloud of steam filled the hallway and Dean emerged wiping his face and hair off with one of your towels. He padded down the hall until he stood in the doorway of the kitchen. “That is some of the best water pressure I’ve ever felt in my life.” His eyes widened and ran a few fingers through his hair, making the strands stick up in the cutest way. God, you just wanted to tug on it.

“Glad you enjoyed it.” You smiled at him and took in the rest of his appearance. He was in grey sweatpants and a simple white t-shirt. Dean definitely didn’t look like he was 19 anymore. The tanned skin of his arms look utterly delicious and you were convinced the size of his biceps has doubled. Dean Winchester was a gorgeous man. “Would you like some coffee?”

He flashed you a bright smile and walked over to sit beside Sam. “That’d be perfect, sweetheart.”

You nodded and went to the cupboard to grab him a mug and pour him a cup. “You still take it black?” You raised an eyebrow and slowly slid the mug across the island.

The corner of his mouth twitched as he picked up the mug to take a gulp. “You remember.”

Sam cleared his throat a little and stood, placing his empty glass in the sink. “I’m actually going to head back to the motel.. I made sure to tell Margaret to keep a room open for me.”

His admission made your attention shift from Dean and focus on the younger of the two. “Wait what? Why would you stay there?” Your lips turned into a small frown. You hoped Sam didn’t feel awkward here, he deserved to be here as much as his brother.

He let out a small laugh and shrugged a shoulder. “There’s only spare bed here, Y/N. And I don’t see either me or him fitting comfortably on that couch. It’s fine, it’ll be nice to have some place to myself for the night.”

Running his words over in your head, you eventually sighed and gave him a small nod. He was right about not being able to fit on your couch, but you can’t help the fact that they’re both huge. “We’ll call you in the morning, Sammy.” Dean gave his brother a smile before Sam bid his goodnight and headed out your door.

With a heavy sigh, Dean turned his attention back to you and gave you a small smirk, “And then there were two…”

You snorted and nodded your head, moving to open your fridge. “I don’t really have much to eat. I’m usually at Jason’s house so this place is kind of barren.” Your weight shifted between your feet and pointed to the stack of menus on the table. “We can get take out if you want.”

“Sounds good, sweetheart.” His famous nickname still made your cheeks tint pink. Dean wasn’t an idiot, he knew the effect he was having on you, but that didn’t seem to stop him.

Walking over to the kitchen table, you grabbed the stack of menus and started flipping through them. “So um, what are you in the mood for?”

The sound of the stool scraping across your floor let you know Dean was walking towards you, What you weren’t expecting was to feel the heat of his chest press flush against your back. Your spine instantly straightened and you flinched at the sudden contact.

“Easy, tiger. Just trying to look at the options.” Dean’s voice was right beside your ear. His warm breath fanning across the side of your neck, almost distracting you from the feeling of his fingertips brushing against your hips.

It was such a simple touch but it already had your skin feeling flushed. It had been a long time since someone has held you like this. “Dean.” His name came out with a heavy breath and you could feel yourself start to lean back against him.

“You still like that Chinese place down the road?” How he was acting so casual should be pissing you off. He was slowly twisting you tighter and tighter around his finger again, only this time you weren’t sure you wanted to stop it.

Dean’s fingers found the hem of your shirt and slowly crept underneath, letting the rough pads tease the exposed skin. You gulped and squeezed your eyes shut, trying to ignore the fluttering growing in your stomach. “What are you doing?”

His right hand tightened around your hip while his left arm wrapped around your torso, keeping you pressed against his chest. “Trying to figure out what to eat, baby.” He let out a small laugh. “What do you want me to be doing?”

“You’re touching me.” It wasn’t intended, but it came out sounding as a question rather than a statement. The thumb of his right hand was slowly massaging circles into your flesh with his thumb.

You didn’t have to look at him to know he was smiling, you could practically feel it. Dean’s head dipped a little further down until his lips found the junction of your neck and shoulder. A feather light kiss had all the tension melting from your body. “Should I stop?”

A small whimper escaped your lips and you shook your head. Just feeling his hands on you was enough to zap any questions from your mind. “Turn around, sweetheart. Look at me.” He gave your hip a small tap with his pointer finger to encourage your movement.

Dropping the menus from your hand, you slowly turned in his arms, happy that he kept them secured on you. Dean’s eyes were looking back at you so intently it made you shudder. No one looked at you like that in years. “If you want me to stop, I will. You just need to say the word.”

You knew he could see the wheels turning in your head, trying to figure out what you wanted to do. It only took a moment for you to make up your mind. You shimmied your arms out of his grip and brought them up to rest against his chest. There was a flash of disappointment that flashed through his eyes, thinking you were going to push him away.

Your hands didn’t stay still for long. They ran over the curves of his chest and up over his shoulders until they linked behind the back of his neck. It was hard not to smile when you watched the doubt melt from his eyes and turn into hope. “Kiss me.”

There was only a second that passed before he reacted. Dean’s lips crashed to yours, the two of your in a tangle of lips and tongue. There was so much pent up emotion between the two of you, all of it pouring out in this kiss. His hands moved from your waist down to the back of your thighs, prompting you to jump up.

Dean lifted you with ease as your ankles linked at his lower back. A small whine left your mouth at the feeling of him pressed tight against your core. His hands groped at the globes of your ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh. Feeling a stroke of courage, you let your tongue run across his bottom lip, seeking entrance. Dean groaned and opened for you, letting you taste the familiar taste that is Dean Winchester.

He walked backwards from the table and turned, walking down the hallway in a few quick strides. “Second door… on the left.” You gasped at the feeling of his teeth scraping across your neck, causing goosebumps to rise from your skin. One of his hands left your body to push your bedroom door open.

Three large steps into your room and Dean carefully dropped you onto your mattress with a bounce and a giggle. “God, I missed that sound.” Then he pounced, your knees falling apart for him to settle between your legs. You didn’t know how bad you missed the feeling of him on top of you until now.

Dean’s lips and hands were everywhere, frantically trying to engrave you into his memory as if all of this is just a dream. His hips rocked once, letting the bulge from his erection press against where you needed him most. Your hips jerked up in response, trying to chase that feeling again.

He let out a small chuckle and shook his head, lips tracing across your collarbone. “Still eager as ever.” His hand found your shirt again and began pushing it upwards, not stopping until he cupped your breast. The warmth radiating from his palm had you whimpering. “What, sweetheart? Tell me what you need.”

You groaned and leaned your head to the side as he started sucking on the soft skin of your neck. “I need you… I need you inside me, please, Dean.” Your bottom lip jutted out in a pout. He was winding you up so tight all you wanted was for him to push you right over that sweet edge.

“Soon, baby.” He winked at you, causing you to huff. Leaning back on his thighs, Dean gripped the fabric of your shirt and pulled it from your head. “We got all night… and I want to taste you.” He flashed you a devilish smirk and shifted until one of his thighs was pressed against your core.

The feeling of his warm, wet mouth covering your left nipple distracted you from the pressure pressing against your aching pussy. Dean’s tongue traced around the sensitive nub before running his teeth across it.

He had you a moaning mess in a matter of minutes. Your hips started rocking up against his hard thigh, shamelessly getting yourself off on his leg. You could feel yourself dripping and you knew there would be a wet mark on Dean’s sweatpants. The coil in your belly was winding tighter and tighter with every flick of his tongue, every rock of your hips. It was all beginning to be too much. “You gonna cum, baby? Gonna cum all over my thigh?”

Your head frantically nodded, fingers digging into his shoulders. “Yes, Dean, please.” Just a few more thrusts and you’d be good, just a few more and you’d be seeing stars.

Right before you sent yourself over the edge, Dean removed himself from between your legs and moved to stand at the end of your bed. A disgruntled whine filled the room as you shifted up onto your elbows to look at him, wanting to smack the smug look right off his face. “Excuse you?!”

Dean shook his head and snickered, leaning down to hook his fingers into the waistband of your sleep shorts. “I told you… I wanted to taste you.” His shoulders shrugged as if it was common sense and yanked the thin fabric from your body.

You blushed as Dean looked down at the mess between your legs like a starving man. His eyes shifted to meet yours for a moment and leaned up to press a lingering kiss to your lips. The sweet action had your heart skipping a beat. “You are so beautiful.”

He didn’t give you time to respond before his mouth kissed a line down the center of your chest and past your navel until he landed right above your clit. Dean let out a satisfied hum and used his hands to spread you wider for him. Your chest was heaving when he licked a thick stripe across your folds. “Fuck, still taste fucking sweet..”

A moan left Dean’s mouth before he devoured. His tongue traced around your clit, before latching his lips over top and giving it a gentle suck. You were moaning his name like a prayer and racking your fingers through his hair, keeping his mouth secured against your cunt. You groaned when he inserted a finger into your hot channel. After a couple of thrusts, a second finger was added and you could feel the coiling tightening again.

“C’mon baby. Cum all over mouth, let me taste you.” All it took was his words to throw you over the edge. The combination of his mouth and fingers was too much for you to handle. Your thighs shook from the aftershock of your orgasm and you could feel the sweat coating your skin.

Your body went slack underneath Dean’s touch. His fingers left you but his thumb continued to trace lazy circles around your clit. Looking up at him, you blushed at the sight of your arousal coating his lips and chin. “I think you’re wearing too many clothes, Winchester.”

One of his eyebrows quirked before he shifted off the bed again. “That so?” You smirked at him and eagerly nodded. Dean laughed and pulled his shirt from his body quickly followed by his sweatpants. The sight of Dean Winchester standing in front of you, naked, had your pussy clenching around nothing. He looked deliciously long and thick and you couldn’t wait to taste him later. “See something you like, sweetheart?”

His signature arrogance was back but now you simply found it charming. It was no secret that Dean was bad at sex, by any means. He was allowed to be smug after what he just did to you. Dean took his time in crawling back over you, placing random kisses across your skin as if he had all the time in the world. Finally, he settled back between your legs and a satisfied sigh left your lips.

“You ready?” He murmured against your lips and shifted a hand down to grip himself, teasing his head across your folds to lube himself.

“Fuck me, Dean.”

The corner of his mouth twitched as he slowly began pushing himself inside of you, “Gonna make you feel so good, baby.” His words were muffled against your lips, continuing to push further in until he was fully seated inside of you. You felt full, so incredibly full of Dean you couldn’t help but clench around him and wiggle your hips.

Dean growled and gripped your hip with one hand, seizing your movements. “I’m not going to last if you keep doing that.” He pulled out enough to only leave the tip inside of you before plunging back in. Both of you moaning at the sensation. “Such a hot little pussy.” Thrust. “Fits me like a fucking glove.” Thrust.

The filthy words coming from his lips had you whimpering, unable to meet his thrusts due to the heavy hand on your hip. You were completely at his mercy. “Shit, Dean. Please… faster. I need you to move.” Your words were all the encouragement he needed.

Dean’s hips began snapping into yours, sounds of skin smacking filled the room, followed by your chanting of his name. It shouldn’t feel this damn good, like finally finding that missing puzzle piece. “Fuck, I’m close.” He grunted and his hand left your hip to let his fingers find your clit. The added sensation of his fingers had you seeing stars. “That’s right, honey. Cum on this fucking cock.”

Your head tossed back and a scream of his name filled the room as he pushed you over the edge. “Good girl… always such a good girl for me.” Dean fucked you through your high, which was quickly followed by his own. He buried his face in the side of your neck and locked himself inside of you.

Both of you were covered in sweat, bodies radiating heat. Dean collapsed on top of you with a huff. The added weight irritated your ribs but you were too blissed out to care. You placed a comforting kiss on his shoulder, which he mimicked on yours.

After taking a moment to catch his breath, Dean leaned back to look at your euphoric expression. He smiled sweetly at you and moved his hand to cup your cheek, running his thumb over your skin. “You okay, sweetheart?” All you could manage was a nod and a smile.

Before he cold respond, the familiar Metallica ringtone began blaring from Dean’s phone on the floor. With an annoyed eye roll, he pushed himself up and off of you. The sudden empty feeling had you whimpering. He gave you a quick sorry and pulled the phone from his pants. “Kind of a bad time, Sammy.”

“Dean! I’ve been calling for thirty minutes, what are you doing?! You know what? Never mind, don’t answer that.”

The older Winchester pinched the bridge of his nose. “What do you need, Sam?”

“I found the vampire’s nest.”

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frightgothcar · 6 years ago

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DannyMay week 1: Thin Ice

Description: im leaving it up because some of you heathens have no taste and actually enjoy my writing but like. dont read it.

Word count: 1,573

Wes tried to stop himself, he really did, but no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t seem to stay away from Danny Fenton. And really, who could blame him? After their kiss in the alleyway last week his thoughts had been littered with dreams of the raven-haired teen’s blushing face, so close to his he could feel his cold breath. Danny wasn’t exactly making things easy for him either, constantly winking, and making any excuse to get close to him. Finally, on the last day before winter break, Wes cracked. He walked up behind Danny, nervously messing with the straps of his backpack. Just as he was about to tap the younger boy on the shoulder before he fell flat on his face. Danny yelped and jumped backward, narrowly missing Wes. “Are you ok?” Danny knelt down and offered a hand to the red-head. “Never better,” Wes grumbled and took Danny’s hand. Danny slammed his locker shut, and led Wes into an abandoned classroom before phasing the two of them through the wall and into the back parking lot.

“So, um, Danny,” Wes let go of Danny’s hand, “I was wondering, if you’re not busy the weekend, maybe we could go do something? My Dad’s out to Wisconsin for work so I’m free whenever.” “Maybe we could go ice skating?” Danny asked hopefully, his blue eyes lighting up, “I think the lake is frozen enough, and you could borrow some of my Dad’s old skates, and-” “Um, sure!” Wes interrupted, a nervous grin lighting up his freckled face. “Great! See you Saturday at 6?” “Wouldn’t miss it!” “Want me to fly you home?”

Wes shook his head and adjusted the straps of his backpack for the millionth time, “I’ll walk.” “Well, see you tomorrow then.” Danny gave Wes one final shy grin and, after switching to his ghost form, flew home. Once the ghost boy was out of earshot Wes kicked the wall,

“Shit!” He swore. As excited as he was to spend time with Danny, there was one big problem. Wes had never learned to ice skate. His father had promised to teach him as a kid, but with his mother leaving them, and him having to take up extra hours at work, they’d never really gotten around to it. But Wes Weston was never a quitter, so he spent the entire walk home trying to plan out a way to teach himself to skate before 6 O’clock Saturday night. Easy. He hoped. By the time he reached his two-bedroom apartment, he’d decided to bring his father’s old ice skates with him to basketball practice, then head to the park to practice under the cover of darkness. His Dad had left by the time Wes arrived home, so he spared no time rushing through his homework and stuffing his bag with his uniform, water bottle, shoes, and ice skates. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ “Weston! C’mon! That was an easy shot, what's wrong with you?” (basketball player because I don't know who these folks are) shouted as Wes missed the third shot that practice. “I know what's wrong with him!” (basketball player 2) Wes tensed, it wasn’t like he was ashamed of his whole thing with Danny, but he wasn’t quite sure he wanted everyone to know yet. And he really wasn’t ready for the teasing that would surely come with his sexuality. “I heard Star say she was gonna ask him out! Loverboy has a date!” (basketball player 2) finished his thought, pulling Wes from his thoughts. “What?” Wes laughed. “Star?” “So it's true! Haha, nice!” (basketball player 1) clapped him on the back “Didn’t think you could land such a hottie.” Wes rolled his eyes, not wanting to give his friends any more ideas. “Whatever. Are we playing or not?” -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “See ya, Weston, have fun on your date,” Wes’ teammate sang and began making kissing noises as Wes left the gym.

The green-eyed boy rolled his eyes and slammed the door behind him, pulling his jacket tighter against the cold. He almost went home, but the thought of him falling flat on his face again compelled him to keep walking. Once he reached the frozen lake he squeezed his feet into the too-small ice skates and wobbled to a standing position. He stumbled across the field, leaning against trees for support until he could walk to the lake without falling. He held his breath as he stepped out onto the ice, where he promptly slipped and fell flat on his ass. He pushed himself up, his arms outstretched for balance, and he took a careful step further onto the ice. Then another. And another. He kept taking small steps until he was standing, wobbling like a drunken man, in the middle of the lake.

A laugh bubbled up in his throat, he was really out here, on the lake! Nervously he took one foot and placed it in front of the other, trying to mimic the careful gliding motions he had seen others do. Every few motions he would fall down, but each time he seemed to improve, taking 2 strokes, then 3, until he was sliding over the ice like a ghost.

A loud cracking noise awoke him from his trance. Frantically he looked down. The ice below his feet had sprouted cracks, almost like a spiderweb beneath him. Without thinking he tried to run. Bad move. He managed to let out an ear-splitting scream before being plunged into the freezing water. He tried to fight his way to the surface, but his heavy winter coat, now saturated with water made it hard to move. He could feel his oxygen running out, his limbs numbing. He closed his eyes. Maybe Danny would come visit him in the Ghost Zone. Out of nowhere, he was lifted out of the water and gently placed down on the stable ice. He could hear a voice calling his name, but couldn’t quite figure out where it was coming from. And he was cold. So cold. A tingling sensation came over him as he was lifted into the air once more, this time carried for a good 3 minutes before being set down on what felt like a bed. His savior pulled off his waterlogged coat and began shaking him. Now Wes had enough energy to crack open his eyes. “Oh thank Clockwork!” Danny laughed and wrapped Wes in a hug. He broke off the embrace and scowled at the older boy. Wes began shivering, so Danny sighed and phased off Wes’ shirt then covered him with a blanket. “Better?” Wes murmured and tried to move his frozen fingers.

“C-cold,” he whimpered. “Is it ok if I phase your clothes off?” Danny asked, wincing a little at the question. “I mean, not in that way, just to keep you from getting hypothermia, well, you might already have hypothermia-” Wes shrugged and began breathing on his numb fingertips, “J-just keep your h-h-hands t-to yoursel-lf.” He grinned. Danny rolled his eyes and took hold of Wes’ belt loop, then pulled his soaking jeans from his body, then did the same with his ice skates. “See, that wasn’t so bad, now was it?” Wes pulled the blanket tightly around himself and yawned. “I c-could’ve gotten out of there on my own, y-y’know, y-you didn’t have to save me. I-I just let you.” “I’ll make sure to remember that next time I see you drowning in freezing water.” Danny sat on the edge of the bed and ran his hand through Wes’ damp hair. “What were you doing out there anyway?” A blush crept its way onto the basketball player’s face. “I was teaching myself how to ice skate.” He muttered. “You mean you didn’t know how?” Danny gasped, “And you went out alone? At night?”

Danny put his face into his hands, “You beautiful idiot.” He muttered. Wes grinned, “You think I’m beautiful.” He giggled. “And stupid.” He laughed, “Don’t forget stupid.” Wes held up his hands, the fingertips were still slightly blue. “Got any ghost powers to fix this?” “Maybe…” Danny channeled his power into his fingertips until they were glowing a soft green. He wrapped his hand’s around Wes’. “Better?”

“Better.” Wes yawned again. “What time is it?” Danny shrugged. “Probably time for you to get some sleep.” “What about you?” Wes mumbled, already falling asleep. “There’s room for you too.” “Wes?” Danny raised an eyebrow, “You do know you’re laying in my bed half naked?” “It's only weird if you make it weird.” Wes hummed and moved his hand from Danny’s grasp to pat the spot next to him. “I’m not sleeping until you sleep.” Danny gulped, then sighed. “Fine.” He crawled into bed, his face just inches from the other boys. “Better?” Wes draped an arm around him and snuggled his face into Danny’s shoulder. “Much better.”

“...Y’know, I still don’t understand why you decided to teach yourself to ice skate. We could’ve done something else.” Danny said after a few minutes of silence. Wes blushed, glad the other boy couldn’t see his face. “I wanted to impress you.” Danny laughed. “Well, that stunt you pulled there certainly was impressive.” “Shut up.” Wes murmured, holding back a laugh of his own. “Fine.” Danny relented. “How about tomorrow we go see a movie instead?” “Ok..” Wes trailed off as he fell into a deep sleep. The Halfa quickly followed, leaving our boys curled up in bed until the sun rose the next morning.

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storiesundercandlelight · 6 years ago

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Loving Loki - Four

Two weeks. Two uneventful weeks had passed since David and I had our day out. The day where we had also said that we would start dating each other, yet here I am sat on may couch on a Saturday morning wondering why fate and timing had been so cruel to me.

I was being selfish, I knew this yet I couldn’t help myself. So many thoughts were running through my head right now. The case was over. Detective Loki was on the news. Missing girls both found and alive. Even the father of the last girl to be found had been located after his mysterious disappearance. I wanted to be happy, I was, almost. David had been gone so much recently, the last two weeks were manic for him, not just because he solved the case but also because people seemed to blow up about this story, about the detective who had single handedly solved this brutally horrible case of the abduction of two girls.

My phone vibrated against the wood of the coffee table beside me, my eyes pulling away from the dull noise of the TV. It was David.

I know you’re mad, I’m sorry I haven’t had any time to see you. Can I come over later?

It was hard to be mad, I just couldn’t justify it. How could I be mad at someone who so patiently and passionately wanted to do his best to find the missing girl, who had risked his well being to bring her home? You just cant be mad at someone like that. But I cant deny this strange feeling inside. It had been almost three months since I moved here and the lonely feeling never fully went away. I almost cried when my friend Kate told me she was coming to visit me, I swear I couldn’t wait the three days it was going to take before she’s due to visit.

I’m not mad David, how could I be? Of course you can come over x

These little texts back and forth had been a constant part of my daily routine for the last two weeks. It was the only thing that fully reminded me that I was even in this relationship. This very new, very non-existent relationship.

Ok, I’ll be there around 5:30pm? We could order some food and watch a movie?

I had to admit he knew how to do it. Somehow he knew after so little time that I preferred to stay home and snuggle up rather than dressing up and going out. Well…except from when Kate gets here then going out is a must, the girl seems to function best under florescent lights and above crowded dance floors.

My eyes drifted to my laptop, still sat on the coffee table “Draft One” the only thing written on the screen. I tried, so so many times to get words out. God I wanted to write something. To pour my emotions out and create something that others would be still glued to at 1:00am in the morning because they simply can’t put it down without knowing the ending. I don’t know what it was but the sudden urge to leave the house was so heavy on my shoulders that I didn’t hesitate with my next text.

Skip takeout, I need milk, I’ll grab something to make for dinner x

I was pretty comfortable cooking for myself, it had been a while since I’d cooked for anyone else but the idea of trying something new with David was so exciting.

Sure sounds great x

I allowed myself a few seconds to smile at the fact that he put an x at the end of the text, its such a petty thing to notice but I did anyway. Then I jumped up, grabbed my coat, keys and bag and headed out.

The little car I’d got myself was useful enough, it wasn’t fancy or particularly expensive but it worked for me and didn’t look like a crumpled up tin can so I think I did okay. The parking lot to the local supermarket was pretty full, I didn’t expect anything less for a Saturday. But I did take notice more than once of the kids cheerfully throwing their parents groceries to each other other the carts. One wrong move and that melon is going everywhere.

I settled for teriyaki chicken, some rice and a few greens. I’d cooked it more than once and didn’t feel like a complete fool when it came to cooking it for someone else. As I walked down the isles grabbing what I need plus extra groceries for the week my phone started ringing. David?

“Hey, you okay?”

“Yeah I got a five minute break so I figured I’d call, whats that noise?”

“That would be two kids trying to decide which one of them can throw the vegetables in they mothers cart the furthest, I think they’re going for a world record”

“You’re joking right?”

“Nope, you cant make this stuff up, the floor attendant looks like he’s about to blow a fuse” I pushed myself up onto my tip toes to reach a bag of chips from the top shelf.

“If it’s the Harris kid they’ll be strung up from the ceiling by the time you leave”

“You know too many people”

“It’s a small town, so what are you cooking tonight?”

“I cant tell you”

“Why not?”

“Because if I do then you’ll have too much time between now and when you’re due over to realise you hate what I’m cooking and make an excuse not to come” I finally reached the till where a teenager was chewing gum and scanning my items at a snails pace.

“I promise I wont hate whatever you make”

“I’m gonna hold you to that when you taste it and realise that I’m an awful cook”

“Well you said awful first so maybe-“ I heard David reply to someone in the background, the till beeping and the struggle of holding the phone between my head and shoulder while packing preventing me from hearing fully what was said. “I gotta go, I’ll see you later?”

“Oh yeah, sure. See you later” The line went dead just as I’d finished paying. I grabbed my bags and said thanks to the girl who’s eyes were directly chained on the guy working the other till, she popped her gum and nodded at me without even taking her eyes off him.

The rest of the day went by pretty uneventfully, I showered, cleaned the house quickly and ended up in the kitchen. Okay, if I start the dinner prep now I can leave the chicken to marinade in the fridge and then just pull it out to cook when Davids here. I was feeling a lot more optimistic about David coming over. Maybe this would finally be the start of our relationship, no more texting and “Im sorry I couldn’t make it” calls.

I started to cut the chicken on a matt into small pieces, the rice boiling happily on the cooker beside me before hearing a knock at the door. David looked tired, but not as tired as he had been during the case, this tired was a normal kind of tired, not the kind that made him look like he was about to drop any second. As David took off his jacket I returned back to cooking, I could hear his footsteps approaching me and within a few seconds he was behind me, leaning close to me to look over my shoulder at the food. The chicken was now cooking in a pan, mixed with the veggies and sauce.

“I wont lie I could probably eat both of our portions right now” I felt a shiver run down my spine when David spoke, he was close enough that I felt his breath against the back of my ear. His hands were resting gently on my hips. I loved how easy it was to be around David despite the not so normal start we’d had. The over the phone, mostly at work and occasionally in between all of the above schedule we had seemed at first like it would never have worked but I could honestly say I was glad we’d stuck it out. The warmth of him behind me as I cooked our meal felt so right I couldn’t find anything to complain about.

“Why don’t you set the table? It’ll be ready soon” I turned my head to meet Davids gaze a soft smile tugging at the sides of my lips.

“Sure” Just as David turned to go about the job I’d set I quickly grabbed his arm. He stopped to look at me a questioning look falling over his features. I didn’t leave him waiting long before I reached up and planted a kiss on his cheek, teasingly close to his lips. As I pulled away I swore I could see the surprise on Davids face before he smiled and went to set the table. Yes I could get used to this feeling.

The food smelt and looked thankfully as good as it tasted, I poured two glasses of water while David was already happily digging into his food.

“Do they forget to feed you?”

“You have no idea” He spoke quickly before going back to his food. I smiled looking at David, ti had been so long since I’d had the opportunity to just look at him. At the department he was so rushed recently and working out regularly left very little time to fully appreciate the seemingly perfect angles of his jaw or his blue eyes that turned a stormy grey when the lighting was right.

“You’re staring”

“Huh?” I quickly meet Davids gaze, realising that he’d stopped eating and was looking at me with a small smirk. “Sorry, it’s just…I kinda missed looking at you, I haven’t really had the opportunity” I felt heat rise to my cheeks and quickly looked down at my plate.

“I know, I feel the same. I was surprised you didn’t notice me staring the other day”

“You were?”

“Yeah, you were at your desk and had this pencil hanging out of your mouth and you looked like your computer had just asked you to single handedly solve its coding, you were just so in your own world, you didn’t even notice anyone else around you, you looked pretty” David held my gaze but I could see the slight embarrassment at his confession etching over his features, he put his fork down and sighed. “I know this hasn’t been great, this whole relationship thing between us. I wanted it to be better than this but I just couldn’t think of anything but the case, I don’t normally get so involved but those girls…they need someone like me to spend too much time looking for leads and not enough time on his new girlfriend, who was well within her rights to leave me, I wouldn’t have blamed you”

“I wouldn’t have left you David. I know how hard this had been, I saw the paperwork. I don’t blame you for not paying attention to me, I couldn’t, I like you for who you are and if that includes your dedication to your work then so be it” a smile spread across Davids face and I let one spread across mine too and for a moment we did just look like two fools in love.

#detectiveloki #detective loki #detective loki x reader #jake gyllenhaal #jake gyllenhaal x reader #fanfiction

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iamsonyeondone · 6 years ago

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roommate // lee seokmin

☆+｡･fluffy!!

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everyone knew who seokmin was

and when i meant everyone, i literally meant anyone who's seen him at least once

because he just has that really contagious smile and aura that's refreshing in this day and age

the ladies who run the stalls near the restaurant he works at always makes sure to drop by and give him a large tip

or the little kids who pass by whenever their done with school would always greet him

he exudes such a positive and calming aura that attracts people

and his boss is so glad he hired him because business has been booming ever since

seokmin was only looking for a part time job to help him pay his student loans and general living expenses

but even when he's nearly done with paying it off, he wouldnt mind working there for another extra few years

because maybe theres a certain someone who frequents the restaurant alot

who am i kidding?? of course its you

the person who always drops by and orders a fixed menu

sometimes you would try something different when there was occasion you wanted to celebrate

like that one time when seokmin took your order and it was unexpectedly different and asked you about it

"i just got a promotion for my job so i figured it would be nice to treat myself a little,"

and your smile sends him blushing because its full of genuine happiness

so seokmin sneaked in a dessert on the house because its not treating yourself if theres no dessert

(although the boss would have happily complied if seokmin just told him about it since you're a regular)

but one thing seokmin realizes is that you never really go there on a date, or at least thats what he knows

whenever he has a shift and you come by, youre either alone, with a bunch of friends or with family

he's never really seen you be intimate with someone at one of their tables

and maybe he's relieved to know that

that you're possibly single and that he isnt discreetly flirting with a taken person

and his way of discreetly flirting is doing little thank you doodles on your receipt or complimenting on your look that day

other than that he's never had the guts to do anything else

because you're a regular and he's only seen you at his workplace

but all of that changes when you settle for an order thats a little too much for a table of one

and that forced smile tells everything

"you sure you can finish it up? its more than i can even finish myself" seokmin attempted at a little joke while you chuckle softly

"im not sure, but i guess I'll try,"

and seokmin's heartbroken just by looking at your furrowed brows and your lips curling into a frown

and something just clicks within him to do something, anything

"maybe you would want to order takeout instead? and maybe let me take you out too?"

it was the cringiest line he had ever spoken, and his best friend jeonghan would probably agree

but you turn to him and giggle, a little surprised at his forwardness

"that sounds nice, but dont you have work?"

"im clocking out in about ten minutes, and thats when your food should be ready so is it uhhh,, a-"

"its a date then,"

when he sees your smile tugging more at each side, a small weight lifts off of his shoulders

and he's more than relieved to know that his attempt at taking you out on a date wasnt rejected

you told him you would wait for him at one of the nearby cafes

and when he walks in with your take out in hand, seeing you with a deeper frown while you stared into your glass of water

seokmin made it his mission to cheer you up by the end of the night, or at least as long as the date goes

"r-ready?" seokmin stuttered, wiggling the plastic bag in his other hand

you gave him a smile and a nod, walking side by side as the both of you walked out of the cafe

"sorry if this is a little intruding but is anything wrong? you dont have to answer if you dont want to," seokmin asked you, worry coating his every word

"maybe being kicked out of my apartment was the thing that happened," you chuckled sarcastically, taking another deep breath

his eyes grew wide, apologising profusely if he had gone a little too far

"you dont have to apologize all the time seokmin, it wasnt your fault," you reassured him, giving him a small smile

"but im sure youre upset, and making you upset on... on our date wasnt something i had in mind," he mumbled, scratching the nape of his neck

this time, your giggles were lighter and less forced

"then what exactly did you have in mind?" you raised a brow

without another word, seokmin glimmers with his wide contagious grin, asking for your hand before jogging to the park nearby

the both of you were panting by the time you guys reached the peaceful park, laughter filling the calm space

"did you plan on giving me exercise or?" you laughed, your hands resting on your knees while seokmin placed a small mat onto the grass

"not really. i wanted to hear you laugh and somehow succeeded," and maybe your heart skips a little from the way he smiles at you

and you blush lightly at his words, taking a seat next to him while he laid out the food

"i made sure to order your regular order in case you had a change in mind. because you never really order this- not that i stalk you or anything, you just come by the restaurant alot,”

“thank you seokmin,”

for the rest of the day, you dont even realize the plastered smile on your face, or the worries you had been panicking over a moment ago

all you could think about was seokmin’s antics and his contagious smile

the sun eventually sets, leaving the both of you to head home

and then it clicked

“wait, do you have anywhere else to sleep for the night?” seokmin asked while the both of you walked through the park, towards the exit

“my family lives in another state and my friends already has a full house of roommates. i guess i can sleep in a motel for the time being,” you shrugged, as if it was an obvious answer

“why dont you... why dont you sleep over at my place. I live 10 minutes away from the restaurant and i have a guest room so you dont have to worry about it,” he suggested out of complete sincerity, only worry for what lurks along the motel allies

“that sounds nice but i cant let you help me more than i deserve-”

“but you do deserve more than this, so why dont you just stay at my place for one night? its only me anyways so you dont have to worry about any roommates, " he smiled

and that twinkling in his eyes, nearly pushes you to agree with him without hesitating

"I'll think about it. in the mean time, i should probably pack up my stuff,"

"i can-"

"thank you seokmin, and give me your number just in case,"

you took out a ballpoint pen from your pocket, handing it to him to write down his digits on your palm

and after a minute of stifling your giggles from the tickling sensation on your hand, you thank him once more before jogging off towards your apartment

although you didnt think you'll see each other so soon

as you stood at the end of a stairway that led to his apartment, you fiddled with your duffle bag on your shoulder, wondering if sleeping over his place was a good idea

its not like the both of you talked on a regular basis, and you only see him every week or so

so what made you feel like sleeping over at this cute waiter's house was any different than a stranger's?

at the sound of the swinging glass door from behind you, you turned your heel to face seokmin

but he was now dressed in his pajamas - an oversized graphic tshirt hanging from his shoulders and a pair of the fluffiest pants you've ever seen

"sorry it took so long, i didnt think you would call so soon so i needed to clean up a few things," he nervously chuckled

yet he was quick to offer his help with your things, mainly to avoid the awkward atmosphere that seemed to follow

after the small talk in the lift and eventually entering his home, you actually expected the decent cleanliness of his home

the decor was kept minimal yet sentimental but you did see some clothes trying to spill from beneath the couch

it didnt feel good to make him feel embarrassed after his rushed attempt so you swallowed your giggles

"the guest room is on the left and,, just make yourself feel at home. there's some drinks in the fridge and the toilet is across so if there's anything else you need, just knock my door," he reassured you before taking your duffle bag and placing it in your temporary room

although you had no idea how long you would stay over

a week at most?

oh boy were you wrong

the beginning of living with seokmin was filled with so much awkwardness

from seokmin catching a glimpse of you and your dripping hair while you came out of the toilet, to finding your undergarments in the washing machine

seokmin was nearly flustered 24/7 after finding your underwear and couldnt face you for 3 days straight

but things still progressed and the both of you began to be more comfortable among each other

seokmin cooking for you in the mornings before he started his shift while you repayed his kindness by cooking him dinner

soon the both of you could lay back on the couch together without having to nervously glance at the other or find a way to avoid the awkward silence

and by the time the both of you could be in a room without the tension, a whole week passed

and somehow finding a new apartment hadn't filled your mind during then

or maybe you were avoiding it because 1) you didnt have enough to pay for the deposit fee AND pay for rent after that and 2) with every day that passed, you felt more at home being seokmin's temporary roommate

And also because seokmin is getting so much cuter by the day

But when he asked you about your current search

And your left with having to stare at him with a blank face, your mouth gaping from the sudden unwanted question

Before you could come up with a lame excuse, seokmin reassured you that it was fine not to rush things

“i like your company anyway, its better than coming home to an empty house and no food,” he chuckled

“but you can cook by yourself just fine, if not, even better than i could do,” you pointed out

seokmin thinks for a moment but chooses to just shrug it off as he began cleaning up the dirty dishes in the sink

your chest doesnt feel as heavy with guilt, knowing that he didnt mind having you in his home

but how long will this last?

after an especially tiring day of work, back aching and eyes sore, you flop down onto the couch with a loud sigh

but you didnt expect seokmin to pop out from the hallway, thinking that he was still at the restaurant to clean up after his shift

“you sighed really loud i could hear you from my room,” he chuckled, attempting to lighten the tension as he entered the kitchen “something bothering you?”

you stared at the white ceiling as if it held some kind of magical power to relieve you from your exhaustion

“its just that i had to do a heck ton of work today plus that colleague i told you about was being a total asshat too,” you groan, thinking about the extra work you had to finish up which was in fact not yours

“want some instant noodles to cheer you up?” he spoke louder from the kitchen as you shouted back with a relieved ‘yes’

the two of you end up at the dining table, slurping on the noodles seokmin called the Power Up Set

“slow down yn! you’re gonna choke if you keep inhaling it like that,” he chuckled, with a wide grin on his face

“but its super good! and i might have skipped out on lunch,” you sheepishly confessed, knowing the worry-filled questions that were to come your way

“you’re gonna fall sick if you dont take care of yourself. i told you i could send you takeaway if you were too busy,” he nagged, forgetting his own ball of noodles

while you on the other hand gave all your attention to your now soup bowl

“dont make me remind you about the gastric pains you got from not eating breakfast with me,” he glared

“but seokmin,,,,” you groaned

“what’s your mother going to say when i dont keep up to my promise of taking care of you?????”

and youre not sure why but a sudden choice of words even take yourself aback

“then i can just move out and find an apartment asap,”

maybe it had always been lingering at the back of your mind, that your presence in his life was becoming a burden for him

but when you look back at him and its not his usual teasing smile

it felt like maybe he did really want you to move out

“im done with dinner, im going to sle-”

“you’re going to move already?”

sounded like he looked forward to it, you thought to yourself

“but then who’s going to watch the final season with me?”

wait what

“who’s going to help me cook dinner and give me the best hugs when the day is too tiring? who’s going to help me laze around when its cleaning day? i never thought i would ever have the time to admit this but i really like you, yn. and your presence here amplified it so much i have no idea what to do with mys-”

you cut him off by squishing his cheeks, for him to look right back at you so that you could check if seokmin was just trying to cheer you up

but roommates dont say that they like you to cheer you up, do they?

“are you going to slap me or kiss me i-”

“just hush already,”

your lips collided with his, making your knees weak from the contact while he wrapped his arms around your waist

once the both of you pulled away, seokmin began laughing so loud out of happiness, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck

“so does that mean i can still laze around during cleaning day?”

“of course not, i was just trying to tempt you, you adorable dork,”

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rizlowwritessortof · 7 years ago

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Demon Seed

This fic is for @evansrogerskitten Ash’s Hottest Dean Challenge. Thanks for the inspiration, lady! We were assigned a gif and a quote, which will be in bold in the fic. Demon!Dean is the version I chose (he won the vote, btw). I was heading one direction with this thing, but my muse jerked the wheel out of my hands, took a sharp left, and we ended up somewhere completely different. I hope y’all like it!

Pairing: Demon!Dean x reader

Word Count: 3687

Warnings: Language (do you guys KNOW me?), explicit sexual content, oral (male receiving), praise kink, dirty talk

Working two jobs really does suck the life out of you. But… gotta pay the bills. It’s a Wednesday night, so the bar won’t be packed or anything, shouldn’t be too bad. And if it’s not busy, Bill said you can close at 11.

You hang up your jacket in the back room, let your hair loose from the pins that have held it in place all day at the office, and pop the top button on your blouse – much better for tips. You step into the bathroom, business skirt off, tight jeans on, quick once-over in the mirror and good to go. Probably nobody in there to tempt out of a few extra dollars anyway, but – you never know.

You step behind the bar, letting your eyes adjust to the dim lighting, smiling as Dave greets you. “Hope you brought a book. This place is dead tonight,” he quips, and you nod.

“I was afraid of that. Oh, well – we get paid either way, right?” He grins and gives your shoulder a squeeze.

“It’s all yours, babe. Catch you later.”

You turn to survey the lay of the land, sighing at the lack of patrons sitting at the tables in the place. Old Jake will be here shortly, like every night, the only real regular you have. You put away the few glasses still sitting by the sink, peek into the cooler to make sure it’s full, and pour yourself a shot of peach schnapps, downing it in one smooth swallow, then grab a soda from the cooler.

“What’s your flavor?”

You turn, surprised. Words fail you for a moment as your eyes come to rest on the most breath-taking specimen of a man you have ever seen. “What?” you stammer out, and his perfectly shaped lips curve slowly into a one-sided smile.

“The drink – what flavor?” The timbre of his voice vibrates through your body, and you feel your face flush a bit.

“Peach. Peach schnapps. I’m so sorry, what can I get you?”

“Oh, don’t be sorry. Two shots here, and he’ll have something fancy with your tiniest umbrella.” He jerks his head towards a shorter, darker man sitting on the stool a couple of spots down the bar. You get to work, painfully conscious of those stunning green eyes following your every move.

“House regular whiskey? Or top shelf?” you ask, pausing as you set up the glasses.

“Best you’ve got.”

You mix a Mai Tai, complete with umbrella, for the older man as requested, then fill two shot glasses with the best whiskey in the place. You serve the fancy drink first, receiving an amused nod of thanks in return, then turn to set the shots in front of Adonis. Before you can move away, he puts a hand on your wrist, leaning close.

“Mind if I have a taste of that peach?” he asks, the rumble of his low tone zipping through you right down to your toes.

“Oh, yeah, let me just grab it...” You try to turn, intending to fetch the peach schnapps, but his grip tightens just enough to stop you, and you look back to him in confusion.

“Not what I meant.” He stands – he’s tall, lean and solid, and when your eyes manage to leave the expanse of firm, muscled chest in front of you, he’s got a hand behind your neck and his lips are brushing over yours. Your eyes close, a tiny gasp escapes you and his tongue sweeps between your parted lips, over your tongue, a soft, gentle suction as he pulls back, nibbling just a little on your bottom lip. He hums a little, the vibration making you grab the bar with your free hand as your knees wobble, and your eyes drift open as he sits back down, releasing your wrist. “Delicious.”

You’re still gaping at him when his companion speaks, his accent clipped and impatient. “Dean. We have business to attend to.”

Dean – apparently Adonis’ name is Dean – is gazing into your eyes, unconcerned about the other man’s irritation. “Don’t mind Crowley. That stick up his ass makes him cranky.”

Your voice finally comes back to you, and you stammer out a protest. “Okay, Dean… that was...”

“Rude? Uncalled for?” You glare at him, but he gives you a lopsided grin that, again, takes your breath away. “Fun, though - right?”

“Look, I’m working here...”

“What time do you close?”

Your jaw snaps shut, irritation beginning to bloom. “That depends on business, and it’s none of yours.”

A full-on smile lights up his handsome face, genuine amusement shining in his eyes. “Kitten does have claws.”

“And teeth. And a blackjack behind the bar.” Those perfect lips form an ‘O’, his eyebrows raised, and then he chuckles, and you are getting downright pissed off at yourself for the reaction your body has to the man. “Just keep your hands to yourself, all right?”

He lifts his hands in a gesture of surrender, still smiling, and you turn away as your regular takes a seat at the other end of the bar. You’ve never been so glad to see the old man, and you grab his usual brand of beer from the cooler, relief washing through you as you head his way.

“That guy botherin’ you, honey?” he asks, putting an arthritic hand over yours in concern. “Want me to talk to ‘im?”

You smile and give his hand a squeeze. “No, Jake, don’t worry. I can handle myself. He just thinks he’s all that and a coupon for a free car wash.”

“You need my help, you just holler,” he says as you remove the cap from his beer.

“Will do, Jake. Thanks.”

The rest of the night goes by without incident. Even though you serve the two strangers several more times, you stay well out of reach and ‘Dean’ never tries to touch you again – although the condescending smirk never really leaves his face. By eleven o’clock, everyone is gone, and you gratefully lock the doors.

You return from the stock room, a twelve-pack in each hand, and they drop with a loud thud to the floor as that smoky voice startles a shout from you. “Hey, Peaches.”

“What the hell?! How did you – did you hide out in here until I locked up? I’m calling the cops.” You have your cell phone in hand, pausing for just a second as he holds up his hands.

“Not looking for trouble, sweetheart. After that sample earlier, I was just craving another taste. You’re not interested, then I’m outta here.”

“You should really try to get over yourself, mister.”

“Dean. The name’s Dean. And I just have a thing for a beautiful woman who doesn’t realize how damn hot she really is.” You shoot him an incredulous look, still shaking from the fright he’d given you. “You think I’m lying? I got hard the second I laid eyes on you, Peaches.”

“Stop calling me that.”

“I’ll call you whatever you want.” You’re still glaring at him, and he lets out a long-suffering sigh. “Look, I know you don’t trust me. But I’m just lookin’ to show you, and me, a good time. Just for tonight. No strings, no drama. All night I kept thinking about that kiss, and how I wanted to do it again.” He’s moving towards you now, slowly, and you take a step back, forgetting the beer that just landed near your feet. You trip, feel yourself falling, but a strong arm catches you, pulling you back upright as he pushes the twelve-packs away with one foot. “You can leave 911 on speed dial if you want. I don’t wanna hurt you. And if you say so, I’m outta here. But I’d really rather stay.”

The sensible portion of your brain is screaming at you to kick, punch, shove, get away. The rest of you is quaking, excited beyond anything you’ve ever felt before, and when he leans closer, you just can’t find the strength to resist. Your arms hang loose at your sides as he pulls you closer, tilting you back a little as his lips move against yours, his tongue tracing over your lips. Searing heat rushes through your veins as you open to him, his nearness sending your head spinning. You blindly reach to drop your phone on the bar and raise your arms to his shoulders, your fingers digging in, and with a growl he crushes your body against his, one hand burying itself in your hair.

He kisses you until you have no coherent thought left, pulling away for a moment as you both pant for air. “Anyplace in here to get more comfortable?” he asks, his eyes glowing as he traces your jaw line with his knuckles.

“Not much. There’s an old sofa in the office...”

“Lead the way, sweetheart,” he says, taking your hand, and you stare up at him for a few seconds, mesmerized by his perfect features and the hunger you see there. Then you take a deep breath and clasp his hand, moving to lead him towards the back of the bar.

You walk into the office and he closes the door behind you. You can barely draw breath as you turn to face him, and his intense stare does little to help. He moves closer, his hands coming to cradle your face as his lips take yours again, and you can feel him smile a little as a helpless noise escapes into your kiss. He continues kissing you as he lets his hands trail slowly downward, your buttons popping loose one by one. He raises his head, his eyes fixed on the opening of your shirt as his hands move to shift it off your shoulders, letting it slip down your arms and to the floor. He draws his breath in, a quiet hiss between his teeth as he gazes down at you, his fingers trailing over the soft mounds above the burgundy lace bra you had put on that morning.

“You wear this to work?” he asks, and you take in a trembling breath as his fingers continue their languid exploration.

“Not… not usually. I need to do laundry...”

“Oh, I’m not complaining, sweetheart. But if your boss knew what was under that shirt, he’d never get any work done.” His tongue sweeps over his bottom lip, and his hands slip down, resting for just a second at your waist before he moves to undo the button of your jeans. The zipper slides down slowly, and he groans as he sees the matching thong beneath the denim. “Are you sure you weren’t planning on seducing someone tonight?”

You let out a soft, nervous laugh as he pushes your jeans down over your hips, letting you slip out of your shoes and wriggle them the rest of the way off. You can feel yourself blush as he lets his eyes roam over you, and he bites at his lip a little before he speaks, his voice hushed. “Turn around once for me, baby girl.”

He swears softly under his breath as you spin slowly, then takes your hand and pulls you a step closer. “You look so damn good, I don’t know if I want you to take it off yet.” He lifts a finger to trace the shape of your lips, a predatory glint in his eyes. “You ever use this pretty mouth on someone’s cock?” he asks, and you draw a shaky breath before nodding. “Did you like it?” You shiver a little, nodding hesitantly once more, and a faint shadow of a smile ghosts across his lips. “You might be the death of me, sweetheart,” he whispers roughly, bending to reach behind you and tossing a throw pillow from the old sofa to the floor at his feet. “How about you get down on your knees and show me?”

He takes your hand, helping lower you to your knees, then puts a finger beneath your chin to tilt your face up. His eyes narrow a little, and he shakes his head. “Fucking gorgeous.” His thumb brushes over your cheek, and he just stares at you for a moment. “Just take your time. We’ve got all night.”

You nod, still looking up at him, and reach up to take his hand in yours. You kiss his fingertips, one by one, and then watch his jaw clench as you suck the tip of his middle finger into your mouth, teasing it with your tongue, then sucking hard as you pull it back out. He moans a little, and for the first time since this started, you feel a surge of confidence. You move your gaze to the bulge in his jeans, reaching for the button with slightly shaking hands and popping it free. You slide the zipper down and he exhales in relief at the release of pressure. “See what you do to me, sweetheart?” he rasps out, then hisses a little as you run a finger down his length before reaching for the waist of his boxer briefs.

A part of you is reeling at the thought that you are half naked in the back room with a complete stranger, one that seems to have an aura of danger surrounding him. But as you pull his boxers down slowly, letting his cock spring free and bounce gently against his belly, a thrill goes through you at how wicked you feel, how much you want to make him desperate for you. He is well-endowed, a little intimidating, but you push his clothing down his strong thighs and look up at him beneath your lashes. He’s staring at you intently, his lips parted and his chest rising and falling with each breath. Your eyes move back down, focusing on the drop of precome glistening at the tip, and you lean in, lapping it from him with a flick of your tongue, watching the muscles of his abdomen tighten in response.

You rest your hands on his sturdy thighs, leaning forward to run your tongue around the head of his cock, then take it between your lips and suckle at it gently. He moans, gut-deep, one hand landing on your head, his fingers threading through your hair. His reaction spurs you on, and you pull back, laving him from root to tip with your tongue until you’ve tasted every glorious inch. He’s panting harder now, his fingers tightening their grip on your hair, but he’s letting you drive and you are reveling in your power over him. You move one hand to his shaft, taking him into your mouth again, bobbing your head to take a little more in each time, sucking and wriggling your tongue over him with each move upwards. You begin to feel him at the back of your throat, taking him as deep as you can manage and holding him inside while you increase the suction for as long as you can, then backing up enough to catch your breath. He’s losing a little of his control now, pulling you forward, holding you down for a split second longer than you would have on your own, and your excitement grows, the throbbing between your thighs almost painful. You reach down to cup his sac, squeezing and gently manipulating his balls as you continue, until an animalistic growl emits from his throat and he begins to thrust into your mouth, holding you in place. Your nails dig into his thigh a little as you completely give up control, letting his need drive him into you deep, your eyes watering and your lungs burning.

“I’m gonna come, sweetheart, right in that pretty little mouth of yours,” he groans, and then he does, hot spurts of semen shooting down your throat and filling your mouth until it leaks out the corners a little. He releases you, pulling slowly away as you pant for air, wiping the back of your hand across your mouth. He takes your hand, helping you to your feet and yanking you hard against his chest as he crushes his lips to yours, one hand still wrapped in your hair and the other gripping your ass. You are the one moaning now, aching for your own release, and your response to his kiss is primal, your nails digging into his skin as you grind yourself against him.

“Oh, don’t worry, baby, I’m gonna take good care of you,” he growls into your kiss, slipping his fingers beneath your thong and tugging, pulling the thoroughly damp lace tight against your clit. You cry out softly, and he tugs hard once more, then steps back, turning you away from him. “On the couch, baby.”

You drop down to the sofa, your head spinning a little. You’re almost whimpering at the surging intensity of your desire, and it’s beginning to frighten you a little. “Dean...” you begin, and an evil smile curves his sensuous lips.

“Starting to feel it? That first dose of demon seed powering up your need for me? Intense, isn’t it?” He drops to his knees in front of you, manhandling your body to reach around and rip the thong off of you, then behind your back to unclasp your bra. He tosses them both behind him, his eyes focused on your body as he leans forward, a near-snarl on his lips. Every nerve in you is vibrating with want, and when he takes your breast in his hand, kneading roughly, you cry out at the sensation of his touch. “Your body is just beginning to realize who it belongs to now, sweetheart. It belongs to me.”

He bends to take your nipple between his lips, and every flick of his tongue is sending sparks through you as if you were connected to a live wire. He roughly spreads your thighs, his fingers gliding through your slick, and he shoves two fingers inside you to the knuckle as his thumb presses hard circles against your clit. You feel as though liquid fire shoots through your veins, and you scream until your voice cracks as the almost painful intensity of your orgasm wracks your body. He nips hard at your nipple, sending another wave through you, and you are sobbing, completely out of control as he continues, merciless. “One more, baby girl, and then I’ll fuck you. You want that, don’t you? Want this cock inside you, want another load of my seed inside you? Make you mine forever?”

“Yes!” you scream hoarsely. “Yes, yes, please, Dean… Please...” The part of you deep inside that’s crying out, telling you to stop, to run, curls up into a helpless heap and dies, and you let the desire take you completely. “I want you, Dean. I want to be yours. Please make me yours...”

He grins, malevolent satisfaction on his darkly handsome face, and his eyes go black. “Come for me. Now,” he growls, his fingertips rubbing harshly at your sweet spot, his thumb pressing relentlessly at your clit. You throw your head back, your vision whites out and you can’t even scream, your mouth open in a silent agony of ecstasy.

When you regain consciousness of your surroundings, you find yourself on the floor, Dean standing over you as he languidly pumps his hand over his rigid member. His eyes are still black, but you find that it doesn’t frighten you. He goes to his knees between your legs, then lowers himself over you, his cock prodding at you, and he trains his eyes on your face as he drives himself in to the limit, gripping your hips, bruises forming beneath his fingers. “Mine,” he says, his teeth clenched, his hips pounding you in a punishing rhythm. “Say it!” he orders, and you whimper in both fear and arousal.

“I’m yours.”

“Say it again!” His face is the picture of evil, dark and beautiful, and you close your eyes, throwing your head back against the floor, screaming with everything that’s left in you.

“I’m yours!”

Three weeks later…

You stretch lazily, the sweet ache of a well-used body making you moan a little. You’re naked beneath the sheets, as you are most of the time. Dean likes you that way.

You look down at your left breast. The brand Dean marked you with is almost completely healed, a small, delicate rune that tells every other demon in existence that you are his, and his alone. And, you are quite sure, would serve to let him find you, if you had any desire to run.

You have no desire to run.

He comes out of the bathroom, his hair damp from the shower, freshly clothed. “I’ve got some work to do. Be a good girl, and we’ll play when I get back.” His eyes are lustful as they scan over your exposed breasts, lingering on the brand. “You look so damn good with my mark on you.”

“Hurry back, Dean. I miss you when you’re gone.” You smile sweetly at him, and his eyes narrow a bit as he adjusts himself.

“You make it hard for me to leave, baby girl.”

Your voice takes on a teasing tone. “What’s wrong, did the big bad demon bite off more than he can chew?”

“We’ll see who can handle what when I get back. And no touching yourself while I’m gone. You hear me?”

You pout a little. “Fine. Spoilsport.”

He comes to your side and sits at the edge of the bed, taking you in his arms as you reach for him. “I knew I made a good choice when I picked you.” He kisses you hard, his tongue driving against yours with barely restrained passion, then pulls back reluctantly. “I’ll be back soon.”

You lay back, watching as he disappears. You can barely remember your old life, but you can’t imagine being more content than you are now. You smile, and stretch again, and let your fingers drift down over your body. After all, what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him. And if he does know, well... the punishment will be more pleasurable than the crime.

THANK YOU to @mrs-squirrel-chester for being my wonderful and usually last-minute beta and being so lovely, supportive and amazing <3

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10 Day Juice Cleanse

I was recently approached to take part in a 10 day juice cleanse ran by two local business’s, Anne-Marie from Optimal Health and Wellness and Claire from Conscious Kitchen. The 10 days comprise of 5 juices per day along with 3 colonic’s spread over the course of the cleanse.

I have suffered for years with chronic stomach complaints, irregular bowels and bloating which was finally diagnosed as colitis as a couple of years back. Along side this, constant fatigue and trouble sleeping, even though I am a strict vegan and eat pretty well.

This seemed like a great opportunity to reset my body and try something quite extreme and new.

In 2016 I left the country to travel Asia for a year, after a few months travelling my stomach complaints appeared to disappear, I was eating a lot differently to home and had no stress so I guess that contributed. I started to put on a bit of weight which I needed. However towards the end of my travels I didn't feel comfortable any more, both in myself and looks, id put on a stone over the year which doesn't seem a lot to most people but to me this was a huge amount to my already small frame.

Over that year id treated my body pretty badly without even realising, Asian food is pretty amazing although with that comes a lot of sugar, salt and the dreaded MSG. I tried to eat as healthy as I could however backpacking is pretty hard going and you can easily spiral out of control with all the unregulated beers, fizzy drinks and sweet treats.

Id wanted to do a cleanse like this for some time but needed that extra push to do it so I decided to go ahead with it, what did I have to loose, I was also helping Anne-Marie and Claire test out this new package so I was doing good for them to by playing guinea pig for the next 10 days.

Ben has decided to do the first 3 days with me! <3

Here we go….

Friday - Day 1

Weight – 117.2Ibs/8.371st

Woke up not feeling great, Id had a busy week and no sleep so felt exhausted before I even started the juices. Started off the morning with a tasty tangy green juice, this is ok … or so I thought.

Around mid morning I started to get the worse headache. This lasted the whole day and didn't help I was busy at work bending down and picking stuff up gave me a horrible head rush and numbing pressure feeling.

Besides the head ache im not hungry so that's a plus. Through out the day I had two green detox juices, along with two beetroot juices and to finish off the day a tomato soup.

After work I went straight to the clinic for my first colonic!, it actually went OK I was dreading it but it was fine and Anne-Marie was really good and spoke throughout the whole half an hour so it didn't feel uncomfortable at all. A lot of old waste was evident so it was a really successful colonic. Felt pretty good afterwards and not uncomfortable during the evening like I usually do from over indulging during the day.

Dinner was really nice, however id usually have double the portion accompanied by a few slices of fresh toasted bread haha, so I ate the soup as slowly as I could savouring every last mouthful.

Im a snacker so this is my main problem, especially as its the weekend and usually ill have a treat while watching a film on a Friday night, instead I drank lots of detox tea with lemon and honey, plus lots of warm water, this helped to keep me satisfied.

No matter how much water I drank today my head ache was still clinging on. I was shattered so went to bed feeling a bit rough. What have I got myself into!…

Saturday - Day 2

Weight – 115.6Ibs/8.257st

Woke up feeling pretty groggy. Had a foggy headache all day until the afternoon when it started to slowly go away. Again I wasn't hungry at all just bored of the same stuff… and its only day 2!

My skin broke out today with a few spots on my face, this is most likely from the colonic. Going to make sure I treat my skin with a few face masks over the week.

Clay Mud Mask, made my skin feel amazing, I also used a bentonite clay mask later in the week, this stuff is awesome you can also drink it to aid detoxing.

Went to the osteopath late morning for treatment which made me feel a bit better and took my mind off the headache.

Today was pretty difficult as usually we go out to eat and drink at the weekends, so mentally I think it was tougher, we saw our friends and they were all going for dinner and drinks so I felt a bit jealous, so instead I went shopping and treated myself to some skincare, bath goodies and a new fluffy dressing gown!

Later on we decided to go and get a Thai deep tissue massage, this is great for detoxing as it helps release toxins. And it makes you feel good and relaxed.

Even though this was the hardest day mentally after the massage we got back and had carrot soup which was really nice and I felt satisfied, we watched a film and was in bed by around midnight, felt exhausted still so it was good to get some rest.

Again my stomach feels a lot better small amount of bowel movements and no pain so that's positive.

Time of the month has arrived unexpectedly! Brilliant! Grrrrrrr, this is going to be awful.

(I later found out from Anne-Marie that cleansing can bring this on as the body is detoxing, another lady on the cleanse also came on soon after she started)

Sunday - Day 3

Weight – 114Ibs/8.143st

Had a rough night, night sweats (which I suffer with anyway) but I think my body is starting to go through the detox process. Woke up a couple of times in the night and had to change my clothes.

Besides this I woke up with no head ache and felt OK! And I wasn't feeling hungry!

Decided to jump in the bath and filled it with Epsom bath salts, and a nice bath bomb as I was feeling a bit achey from the osteopath and massage. Its important to treat your body when detoxing, salt baths are key in helping to relieve any pain and they also aid the detox, by drawing out toxins from the skin!.

Bath treats <3

Went to see my parents in the afternoon, bad choice!, Mum was cooking a roast! Stayed for a couple of hours then went back to Ben's as I couldn't be in the house any longer haha.

I've had lots of energy today, which is surprising as I thought id feel worse. Im missing my beloved coffee, mainly for the taste and smell, but I don't feel like I need it to stay awake or give me buzz. Started to get sleepy earlier on in the evening to what I usually do so went to bed at a reasonable time and slept through the night!

Today's juices were a bit different, I had a carrot and fennel juice which was weird but actually quite tasty, the regular two green detox juices, two beet juices and today's soup was a spicy broth which was really nice.

Carrot and Fennel Juice

Monday - Day 4

Weight – 113.4Ibs/8.1st

Feeling really good today, not tired and groggy and more importantly not craving coffee!. Also im not particularly hungry, had another salt bath as I was starting work later today so started my juices at around 10:30am. Work was bearable and I didn't get any headaches. Really feeling the difference today and feel a lot lighter and alert.

Laid in bed that night and realised a lot of my chronic pain has disappeared, I usually ache a lot all over but its gone down, not sure if its the salt baths or a combo of the juices but I feel really good and relaxed.

My stomach is a bit iffy and noisy today but generally its been OK.

I usually have a rash/little bumps on the backs of both of my arms but this has nearly disappeared!

Today was a good day!

Tuesday - Day 5

Weight – 108Ibs/7st 10 (different scales)

Nothing much to report, dropping weight and feeling great! Worked the late shift today which I think was easier with the juices as I waited till nearly lunch time to start my juices.

Wednesday - Day 6

Weight – 106Ibs/7st 8 (different scales)

So much energy and feeling great I can notice my body changing inside and out my stomach is flat and I’m starting to see definition again rather than a little pop belly! Feeling a lot better about myself and excited to carry on and feel even more benefits.

Starting to tire of the juices a bit and feeling the cold more, those who know me know im always cold any way so im struggling a bit with that.

My period has been pretty heavy and different which it isn't usually, this is another sign of the body going through detoxification. (it ended up lasting 6 days compared to my regular 3 day cycle)

Thursday - Day 7

Weight – (didn't weigh today as I've been using different scales so its not accurate)

Feeling pretty great, my skin feels soft and no break outs, lots of energy. Must admit im getting bored of just juices now, I love cooking and eating im missing this the most. Work went OK finished a bit earlier had another salt bath before heading to Anne-Marie’s for my second colonic. Went well again, old waste still evident. Feeling really light today but also quite hungry, had my last juice of the day then went to meet some friends, which was nice.

Friday – Day 8

Weight – 113Ibs/8.071st

Busy day at work so I felt pretty tired and run down today. Juices were a bit different today which was refreshing, started with a watermelon juice (my fav) and also some blue algae juices (my least fav) Met up with friends in the evening for dinner! Well I watched as they scoffed pizza, super jealous but I had some olives…. Not exactly a delicious pizza but at least it was something a bit different and I didn't look like a total weirdo not eating in a restaurant watching my friends eat, haha.

Watermelon Juice

Saturday - Day 9

Weight – 112.6/8.043st

Really bored of not eating now, its the weekend again and I just want to go out for brunch!, eat beans on toast and drink delicious coffee, so I did… watched Ben eat a cooked breakfast, while I sipped on a juice! Haha.

Feeling a bit moody about it today, but its nearly over. Even though im feeling a bit shitty today mentally, I physically feel really good, so I cant complain, im glad I’ve done it and really starting to rethink about the sort of things I will eat and drink after the cleanse is over.

We did some shopping and when I got back felt pretty sleepy so I had a nap before we made our way to Ben's family for a birthday, again this was nice but im missing eating and drinking beers. Got home and slept through the whole night! This is a rarity for me. The caffeine has finally left my body and my sleep is definitely improving.

Sunday - Day 10 – The Last Leg

Weight – 112.6IBs/8.043st

Even though I slept loads im feeling a bit groggy today and impatient, its the last day!

I started the day like normal,...another juice! While I made Ben crumpets! How nice am I!?

Now I really was looking forward to the end of the cleanse. I love juices, smoothies and weird healthy foods and drinks. However after 10 days of not actually eating it starts to become very mundane. I love cooking, creating exciting dishes and more importantly eating them, so that's been the most difficult part for me. I spent the next few hours writing, drinking more juices and had a nice bath.

4pm soon rolled round and I was ready for my final colonic and summary chat with Anne-Marie and Claire. I spoke to them about my highs and lows over the last 10 days and how I feel so much better than before.

Both of the girls have noticed a big change in my appearance, my skin has become much better, my eyes are brighter, my stomach issues are pretty much non existent. The biggest change has been the energy, I feel so much more with it that I did. Im going to kick the coffee habit during the week and save it as a treat for the weekends, and also eat smaller portions to what I have been.

Its Monday morning I've woke up even lighter, my final weight from the cleanse is 111Ibs/7.929st.

My favourite thing to eat is breakfast foods so Im going to have my first proper meal, a veggie cooked breakfast made by my lovely Mum.

Delicious, probably the slowest I’ve eaten in a while, my jaw ached a bit having to actually chew haha.

Im so glad I took part in this experiment and will be forever thankful to Anne-Marie and Claire for giving me the opportunity and support that they did.

Thank you

Jessica xoxo

Summary of Weight and Inch loss

Before and After Shots

Measurements in Inches.

Before - Weight 117.2Ibs / 8.371st

Waist - 27 Belly - 30 Hips - 33 Chest - 36 Arms - 11.5 Thighs - 19.5 Calf's - 11

After - Weight 111Ibs / 7.928st

Waist - 26 Belly - 29 Hips - 31 Chest - 34 Arms - 9.8 Thighs - 18.1 Calf’s - 11

Total Loss of 6.2Ibs and around an inch off each area of my body!

If you want to try this amazing experience and change your lifestyle contact Anne-Marie and Claire.

http://optimalhealthandwellness.co.uk/

https://www.consciouskitchen.co.uk/contact/

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