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littlxpxtal · 10 days ago

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The Beach

TYRANTS || STORY MASTERLIST

PAIRING: rafe cameron x fem!reader

WARNINGS: MDNI 18+ Content, swearing, sexual content, drug and alcohol use, violence

WORD COUNT: 3k

If I told you that I loved you

Tell me, what would you say?

If I told you that I hated you

Would you go away?

Now I need your help with everything that I do

I don't want to lie, I've been relying on you

Fallin' again

I need a pick-me-up

I've been callin' you "friend,"

I might need to give it up

April

Fuck you

I hover my thumb over the send button for a long breath. When I exhale, I press send, click my phone off and toss it onto my bed. It lands face down.

I walk over to my bathroom, shutting the door behind me and striping down.

The pogues went back to the cut, sending JJ off into the swamp lands with a backpack full of food and camping gear. We are hoping in the next few days we can figure something out to make sure he can come back home safely.

While I shower, I think of all the new information I learned about the mission, and how getting the rest of the gold out was the next goal, but they would have to do it very strategically.

My mind wanders to rafe for a second, and I wonder if he’s back from his trip. Then I remember I hate him, and don’t want to hear back from him. I think about how after my shower, i'm going to block him. I should’ve done that after sending the message anyways.

I’m not entirely sure why it took me so long to send it. I drafted that text the same night JJ and I talked about rafe. I think it just took me a bit of time to finally be able to let go, and let him know I refuse to be treated like this.

There was a small part of me that hoped he already blocked me, so he wouldn’t even see the message from me.

Tomorrow is the last day of spring break, and my family will be back on the outbreaks by nightfall. I think about how I’ll try my best to be asleep by the time they get back tomorrow so I can avoid any questions.

The pogues helped me clean everything, washed bed sheets and dishes, took out the trash and wiped everything down. There was no trace of life in the house, not even from me.

I make mental to do lists of what I still need to do before graduation, what i should wear to school this week, and what color to polish my nails. My mind wanders and runs a million miles a minute as I step out of the shower, ringing my hair into the towel, and plopping it on top of my head. I lotion my body and face up, then wrap myself in a robe.

When I walk out of my bathroom, a shriek spaces my lips.

Rafe is sitting on the edge of my bed, and he’s playing with one of the trinkets from my book shelf.

“What’re you-“ I hold on tightly to the doorknob, ready to run back into the bathroom if needed. I couldn’t read his expression at all.

“You shouldn’t leave the door that leads from the outside, directly into your bedroom, unlocked. Especially when you’re home alone.” He says coyly.

“I think we are privileged enough to know that we don’t really have to worry about those kinds of things here on figure 8, now do we?” I tilt my head, and take in his presence. He’s wearing a hoodie with the hood up. His eyes are on my body, wrapped up in a silk sobe.

“Why are you texting me all crazy like that for, hm?” His eyes finally flicker up to meet mine. They are cold and hard. I glance over to scan my room, find anything to pique my interest enough to not give into the urge to look back at him. My heartbeat raced and I felt my mouth get drier by the second.

“I had been wanting to say it for days, but I figured it would be best if I waited until you were done with your trip so I didnt bother you.’ he scoffs and stands up, taking a step towards me. I responded with a small step backwards, my breath hitching in my throat.

“You think some text behind a screen would’ve ruined my trip? You think saying “fuck you” to me, is something I would get worked up about?”

my lips trembles, my body is reacting in a way as if im getting scolded, or reprimanded for speaking back to an adult.

I don’t speak, my body freezes and he takes another step towards me, his head dipping down.

“You think I care about the fact that you helped hide maybank here at your house?” I hyelped, and my hands trembled. I looked down at the ground, and he’s finally close enough where I can smell his cologne.

He hooks his finger under my chin, and I flinch. My back is pressed against the doorframe, and he leans forward, pushing my chin up, and y eyes meet his,

“Cat got your tongue?” He coos, his eyes look manic, and there’s a slight tremor in his hand.

“I think you do care. And it would’ve ruined your trip.” I finally croak out, letting out the breath I had been holding.

“And I mean it. Fuck you rafe. Fuck you and the mind games you play with me. Your not even my boyfriend and you like to control everything, and if i'm not doing something you Like, you use move onto another one of your girls. Like im disposable, like i dont matter. And I know i Fucking matter to you.”

I dont really mean to say the last part, but it came out anyways. I was just being honest.

He doesn’t respond for a while so we stand in silence, and he stares down at me, his finger still holding under my chin.

He leans down and presses a soft kiss to my lips. I dont object, but I dont open my mouth for more.

“You dont mean it” his whispers, his lips brushing against mine.

“Yes i do” I mumble, my brain getting light from the feeling he brought in my mind.

his other hands reach up and trailing down the valley of my chest against the robe. His fingers make it down to where the rob is tied, and he glances up with a smirk.

“Tell me, y/n, did you finally sleep with him? Did you get back at me?” He hot breath fans against my chest, and he lowers on his knees, slowly pulling open the tied pieces of my robe.

”What Don't you get about the fact that JJ and I don't do that. Never have and never will.” I try my best to pretend I am unaffected by the way his fingers trail up my inner thigh, right to the line of my robe, barely hanging open. His lips press right below my naval, and a whimper escapes my lips.

“It would’ve ruined my trip” he whispers, using his hands to open my legs, I press harder against the wall, the towel on my head finally dropping to the ground, I pull my wet hair to one side, looking down at rafe. His pupils are blown, his bottom lip between his teeth, waiting for my response.

“I know it would’ve” I say with a smirk.

”you give me a constant headache” he grumbles, pressing another kiss to the inside of my thigh.

”You Make this whole thing so hard. Would be easier if you just stopped overreacting” I retaliate, bending my knees slightly, opening up my thighs more. He grips my hips and Iicks a strip up my slit.

“Wheres the fun in that?” He says with a chuckle before diving in, suckling on my clit, his fingers burned deep into my hips. I moaned out in pleasure, my hands entangling themselves in his hair.

He hums with pleasure against my heat, and I find myself panting, my head hung low, bottom lip between my teeth.

“So did you fuck her again?” I ask, hissing as he sucks hard on my clit in response.

“Nah” he responds quickly, before his mouth attaches back to my folds, his tongue lapping up and down rhythmically.

I whimper a few times, and he looks up to my eye contact with me.

“You’re easy to piss off” he says against my pussy.

”sounds like you do it on purpose” I groan and bcuck my hips against his face. He releases his mouth, its covered in my slick, and his eyes are still blown out. His right hand trails down, and he runs two fingers between my folds, pushing into my hole, just teasing it slightly. I breath out heavily and he smirks.

“You’re fun to play with” he drawls out, his eyes focuses on the way his fingers are sliding into and out, deeper with each pump. My legs start to shake as he curls his fingers inside. Once they are fully inside , he quickens his pace, the silence in the room filled with the wet sounds of his fingers pumping in and out of me.

“‘M not a fucking toy” I grit out, pulling his hard harder, squeezing my eyes shut as I feel myself reaching my peak. He doesn’t respond, and instead brings his mouth back up to my clit, flicking it with his tongue, swirling around in circles, clockwise then counterclockwise.

“Fuckkkkk” I groan out, seeing white behind my closed lids. I cum all over rafes face. I dont get to ride it very long, before he’s dragging me over to the bed, and pushing my face down, ass up. He pulls the robe full off my body, and presses my face down into the pillows, I feel himself line his cock up with my entrance, and he pushes in.

”Rafe” I groan, holding out the sheets with all my might. I finish riding out my high as he pounds into me from behind, his hands gripped on both sides of my hips.

Profanities slip from his mouth, accompanied with a few whimpers of my name.

I gain enough strength to push my self up, so im in tabletop position, while he still pumps in and out of me. I turn my head and look back to see the hoods of his eyes are hanging low, his jaw is slack, his tongue peaking out the side, and drips of sweat are beading on his forehead. A whimper erupts from his mouth, and he grunts after, his eyes snapping open to meet mine, as if he sensed me looking at him.

“This what you wanted? Huh?” I bat my lashes innocently and bit my bottom lip.

”Wanted to piss me off so much I just had to come over and fuck you just to get you to shut the fuck up? Huh pretty girl?” My eyes roll back and my head hangs down. He’s tsks his tongue, leaning forward, one hand gripped tightly on my hips, the other gathers my hair in his fist, and he yanks me back, my shoulders pressing up against his chest. He cocks his fist down to the right, angling my head up and back to look up at him. His pace hasn’t faltered once, and the continuing sound of my pussy squelching against his throbbing cock is only getting louder, I can no longer contain my moans, and I squeeze my eyes shut as they spill out of my mouth. He takes this opportunity of my open my mouth to spit in it. My eyes shoot open, and we hold eye contact for a second before I swallow and he smiles.

“All you have to do is ask nicely you know?” His grip on my hair still tight, and his dick is ramming into my harder than before.

“That doesn’t sound like something I’d do.” I whisper, looking deep into his eyes. His smile never faulters, and he leans down and kisses me.

“Don’t ever say that shit to me again” he says, breathing into my mouth, his eyes shut, still pounding relentless into me.

“What? Oh, Fuck you” I whimper out. Everything happens so quickly.

His eyes snap open and they darken, he lets go of my hair, pushing me down by my shoulder too the bed.

”Don’t.” He gives my ass a hard slap, making me yelp out.

”Ever” he pulls his dick out, and grabs my hips, flipping me onto my back.

”fucking” he pushing my legs open, and wraps them around his hips.

”say that” his right hand reaches up and wraps around my throat, putting just enough pressure.

”again” he growls the last word before ramming himself into me.

I lift my head up and attach my mouth on his shoulder, sucking harshly to cover the moans I wanted to scream out. His head rests against mine, and he grunts.

“You gonna be a good girl for me now?” He breathes out heavily, and looks down at me. We make eye contact and I pout, refusing to give in. His hand is still on my throat, and he gives it a squeeze. I groan in response, shutting my eyes.

“Look at me” he commands. My eyes flutter open and he has a smirk on his face.

“I’ll only be a good girl if you promise to stop fucking other girls”

His hips stutter a second before he completely stops. The grip on my throat is released,and he pushes himself up on both hands, hovering over me, my legs still tightly wrapped around his hips.

“Is that what you really want?” He asks sincerely.

I wiggle my hips to try and get him to keep going, but he doesn’t budge.

“I dunno. Can we just keep fucking?” I please, grabbing onto his bicep and reaching up to kiss his neck.

“Sure” he whispers before thrusting again.

We dont say anything the rest of the time, until Rafe is about to cum.

”’m close”

”Not inside me” I protest.

”Fucking duh” he grumbles into my neck before pulling out and finishing on my stomach. He immediately stands up, grabs a tissue and starts cleaning me off.

Once he’s done, he passes me my robe, and he puts his clothes back on.

“Well, are we like good now?” He asks, checking his pockets for his wallet and keys.

”Yea, we always were”

”Right” he says, scratching the back of his head. “Im just gonna” he points towards the door he snuck through. I nod my head in understanding, and watch him leave. I turned off my bedside lamp, and laid in silence.

My moment of self loathing was interrupting by my phone ringing.

Sabrina

I answer immediately

“Sab?” I say into the phone, sitting up.

”Y/N, you need to get down to the beach right now. Like NOW”

I furrow my brow, take my phone from my ear to check the time. I was 9:27pm

”I dont know Sab I was about to go to bed honestly.”

”Bitch, it’s the last night of spring break. And mostly everyone is back, and we’re partying on the beach. Get here NOW” she yells the last part into the phone before hanging up. I hurriedly pack a bag with miscellaneous illegal items, slip on a hoodie and shorts then run out the door. I check Sabrina’s location to see where on the beach she was, and it was decently close for me to make it on foot.

When I arrive, I see a mix of faces, those I get along with, and those who I simply pretend dont exist on a regular basis. Before Sabrina sees me, I catch a glimpse of rafe. He’s taking a drag of a cig while Kelce talks to him and Topper. Topper looks semi interested, while rafe looks like he couldn’t care less. His face looks angry and hard. And hot. Like. Really fucking hot.

Before I could analyze his face more, Sabrina yells out my name, and his head whips in my direction. I look away before our eyes meet, and smile when they land on Sabrina.

“Hi baby, I missed you” she cried out, standing up to greet me with a hug. She’s sitting on a towel that topper brought. I smile down at them and look around to see where I can set up. Conveniently, there’s a spot next to rafe in between him and some random kook.

“Why dont you go sit by rafe and cheer him up a bit. He’s in one of his moods.” Topper jokes, nudging his head over. I give a fake smile and trudge over, laying my towel down without acknowledging him.

When I sit down, he gives me a Look.

“What? We’re you saving this for someone?” I say with a smirk. He gives me a fake smile, and laugh then rolls his eyes.

I pul out the bottle of wine I stole from my parents bar and take a big gulp. I hand it out to him, and he takes it, drinking a small mouthful before passing it back.

We get along cordially, mainly because we dot actually talk to each other. We just silently pass the bottle back and forth between each other, while people chatter among us.

When the night gets late, and everyone starts slowly leaving the beach, it ends up just me and rafe, my head laying on his lap, staring at the stars as he stroked my hair and looked out into the ocean.

”This is nice” he mumbles. I nod my head in agreement and he looks down.

His face is sad, and his eyes are brimmed with tears.

“Y/N, I dont think I can be the person you need.” He whispers, and a tear slips down from his face and lands on my cheek. He wipes it away then looks back out into the ocean.

“Could you try?” I as. My face is hot and flushed from the alcohol, and I was probably going to say something I would later regret. But i don't care. I wanted him to want to try for me.

“You might have to teach me”

“Okay” I whisper. “Rafe?”

”Yes, Y/N?”

”Can you take me home? And will you stay with me?” He smiles.

“Of course”

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mattsfavouritewhore · 1 month ago

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Why Her Part 3 - Matthew Sturniolo

a/n: I am so sorry it has taken me so long. But i'm back now and I hope you guys enjoy. ALSO TAKING REQUESTS!!!

Warnings: Smut, angst, swearing, arguing

Summary: Did matt get rid of his gf for you?

part 2 why her

A month had gone past.. you hadn't heard from matt once. Once matt left your place that day, you had filled nick in on everything and he said he'd keep an eye out for you and report back about everything he heard and saw. Nothing had come up from nick besides from a few messages saying he stayed in his room and that she hadn't been over.

But today, your phone pinged...

Nick: Im so sorry y/n.

Your heart dropped... you knew exactly what that meant. She was over. He had chosen her over you. Anger. Tears threaten to spill out of anger. You felt stupid. Stupid for having hope. Stupid for thinking you were more than pussy to fuck. Thinking that he actually wanted you.

You didn't respond to Nick's message.

A week past and you were trying your best to move on. The gym became your second home, and your friends kept you busy with outings and events, hoping to distract you from the mess Matt left behind. Still, every once in a while, you'd catch yourself scrolling through social media, seeing updates of Matt and Maria. Each picture felt like a knife in your chest, a reminder of what could’ve been.

But one evening, after a particularly grueling workout, you got another ping from Nick.

Nick: You might want to come over. You: Why? Nick: Matt broke up with her.

You froze. Your heart raced as a million thoughts filled your head. Was this real? Why now? What did he want? You typed back hesitantly.

You: And what does that have to do with me? Nick: Just come over. He won’t stop talking about you.

Against your better judgment, you threw on a hoodie and leggings, grabbed your keys, and headed to Nick’s place. The drive felt endless, and by the time you arrived, your palms were sweating. You knocked on the door, and Nick greeted you with a small smile.

"He's upstairs," Nick said, stepping aside to let you in.

You hesitated. "What exactly am I walking into?"

Nick shrugged. "A mess, probably. But I think you’ll want to hear what he has to say."

You sighed and made your way upstairs, each step heavier than the last. When you reached the door to Matt's room, you paused. The muffled sound of music played from inside, and you could hear faint shuffling. You knocked lightly.

“Come in,” Matt’s voice called out.

You opened the door to find him sitting on the edge of his bed, head in his hands. He looked up when you entered, and the sight of his red, puffy eyes took you by surprise.

"Hey," he said softly, his voice hoarse.

"Hey," you replied, staying by the door. "Nick said you wanted to talk."

He nodded, standing up and taking a step closer to you. “I broke up with Maria.”

"I heard." You crossed your arms, trying to keep your cool. "Why are you telling me this?"

"Because I realized I was being an idiot," he said, his voice shaking slightly. "I was scared. Scared of ruining what we had, scared that I’d mess things up between us. But being with her made me see how much I don’t want anyone else. It’s you. It’s always been you."

Your heart clenched, but you didn’t let your guard down. "It took you this long to figure that out? After everything?"

"I know I hurt you," he said, stepping closer. "And I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you if you let me. But I need you to know that I’m done running. I’m done hiding how I feel."

You stared at him, your emotions swirling in a chaotic mess. "How do I know this isn’t just another phase? That you won’t change your mind again?"

He reached out, gently taking your hands in his. "Because I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. I don’t want to be without you. Not for another second."

Tears welled in your eyes as his words sank in. For the first time, they felt real. Genuine. "Matt..."

He cupped your face, his thumbs brushing away the tears that spilled over. "Just say the word, and I’m yours. No more games, no more distractions. Just us."

You looked into his eyes, searching for any hint of doubt, but all you saw was sincerity. Slowly, you nodded.

"You had a month.. you left me, no words, for a month... and then i find out you picked her over me." you whispered.

He leaned in, pressing his forehead to yours. "I’m not going to mess this up again. I promise."

You believed him. For the first time in a long time, you felt like you could finally breathe.

Maybe, just maybe, this was the start of something real.

"Okay."

You stood there, his hands still cradling your face, his breath mingling with yours. The tension was unbearable, and before either of you could think twice, his lips crashed against yours. It wasn’t gentle or tentative—it was desperate, like he’d been starving for this moment. You melted into him, your arms wrapping around his neck as he pulled you closer, his grip firm but careful.

"Tell me to stop," he whispered against your lips, his voice low and hoarse.

"Don’t you dare," you replied breathlessly.

That was all he needed. His hands slid down to your waist, gripping tightly as he backed you toward the bed. You let him guide you, your fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him impossibly closer. When the back of your knees hit the mattress, he lifted you effortlessly, laying you down and crawling over you, his body pressing into yours in a way that made your pulse race.

His lips left yours, trailing down your neck, where he nipped and sucked at the sensitive skin, drawing soft gasps from you. Your hands roamed his back, slipping beneath his hoodie to feel the warmth of his skin. He sat up just long enough to yank the hoodie off, revealing his toned chest, and you couldn’t help but run your hands over him, marveling at the way his muscles tensed under your touch.

“God, I’ve missed this,” he murmured, leaning back down to kiss you again, his lips hot and urgent.

"Then don’t stop," you whispered, your voice trembling with anticipation.

He didn’t need further encouragement. His hands found the hem of your shirt, tugging it over your head and tossing it aside. His lips trailed down your collarbone, and his hands slid behind your back to unclasp your bra, his movements practiced yet filled with a tenderness that made your heart ache.

As the fabric fell away, his lips found your bare skin, his tongue flicking over a hardened peak, drawing a moan from your lips. His hands wandered lower, toying with the waistband of your leggings. He looked up at you, his dark eyes searching yours for permission.

"Please," you whispered, lifting your hips to help him slide the fabric down.

He discarded the leggings and your panties in one swift motion, his gaze raking over your exposed body. "You’re perfect," he said, his voice filled with awe, before leaning down to kiss a trail from your navel to your inner thighs.

His lips found your core, and the first touch of his tongue sent a jolt of pleasure through you. He worked you expertly, his tongue circling and flicking, his lips sucking gently, drawing moan after moan from you as your hands fisted the sheets beneath you.

"Matt, oh my god," you gasped, your hips bucking against his mouth as he held you firmly in place. The coil in your stomach tightened with every movement, and it wasn’t long before you were teetering on the edge.

"Let go," he murmured against you, his voice vibrating through your core. The sensation sent you over the edge, your body arching as waves of pleasure crashed over you, your cries filling the room.

He kissed his way back up your body, his lips meeting yours again, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. As he settled between your legs, you reached for the button of his jeans, fumbling in your haste to undo them.

"Slow down," he said with a soft chuckle, his voice husky as he helped you remove the last barrier between you. He rolled on a condom quickly, his gaze locked on yours as he lined himself up with your entrance.

"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice gentle, his eyes searching yours.

"Yes," you breathed, pulling him closer.

He pushed into you slowly, both of you gasping as he filled you completely. He stayed still for a moment, letting you adjust, before he began to move, his thrusts slow and deep, each one sending a shiver through your body.

"God, you feel so good," he groaned, burying his face in your neck.

Your nails raked down his back as you wrapped your legs around him, urging him deeper. The pace quickened, the sound of skin against skin mixing with your breathless moans and his guttural groans. The tension built again, the pressure mounting until it was almost unbearable.

"I’m close," you gasped, your head falling back against the pillows.

"Me too," he panted, his movements growing erratic.

With one final thrust, the two of you came undone together, your bodies trembling as you rode out the waves of pleasure. He collapsed beside you, pulling you into his arms as you both caught your breath.

For a while, neither of you said anything, the silence filled only with the sound of your breathing. But when he finally spoke, his voice was soft and filled with certainty.

"I’m not going anywhere," he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

And for the first time in what felt like forever, you believed him.

A/N: this will probs be the last part unless someone comes up with a good plot (open to suggestions of all kinds)

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2knightt · 2 years ago

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if you havent already, request for the outsiders boys with a super sweet sunshine s/o?

↳i love you, so let me get to you!₊˚✧

──IN WHICH, the gang dates a happy go-lucky reader!。✦

||✰ — the gang, separately

Johnny Cade ;

your kindness probably frightened him at first, he wasn’t used to anyone as nice as you.

but when he gets to know you are—he can’t get enough.

your happiness probably rubs off on him.

johnny’s smiling more, opening doors for people, and has a little spring in his step.

the gang definitely knows about you and teases johnny about it.

“you gotta stop hangin’ ‘round y/n. you’re starting to get their smile.”

“yeah, johnnycakes. i swear—i ain’t never seen you this happy.”

“get used to it, i dunno.”

you refuse to see the bad in people, and honestly johnny kinda likes that mindset.

but he doesn’t at the same time.

he knows people in the world suck, he knows how cruel it can be—but with you by his side, you make it bearable.

you make him feel actual hope that he can get out of this place.

make him feel like he has a future.

“thank you.”

“for what?”

“..everything, y/n.”

Dallas Winston ;

opposites attract dare i say?

i can see you calming dallas down, just a bit though.

not too much. just a lot.

he stops beating up people for no reason, yelling so much, and even helps a few old ladies cross the street.

only when people aren’t look though. this is still dallas.

“jus’ get outta ‘ere, punk!”

“aw, dallas! you let ‘em go! ‘m so proud.”

“whatever.”

he mumbles, snaking an arm around your waist with his other hand stuffed in his pocket.

the gang was so fucking shocked when they found out you two were dating.

“…for real?”

“you ain’t pulling our legs, are ya?”

“no? what the hell would make you guys think that?”

“they’re sweet while you’re—you.”

“fuck’s that ‘posed mean?”

“nothing.”

i feel like a lot of people would judge you for being so happy, especially with the situation with soc’s and greasers.

but dally shuts them up real fast.

“they gotta be on drugs. no way someone can be that happ—“

“who? who’s on drugs? c’mon, you can tell me.”

“uh—no one, dallas.”

“you sure?”

“yeah.”

punches them anyways.

but i don’t want you to scroll with a bad taste in your mouth.

just know, you’re the only relationship dally has been serious about in a long time.

a very, long time. so—he loves you to death.

Ponyboy Curtis ;

admired you somewhat.

he loves the aura that surrounds you. he thinks it’s different—way different than what he’s used too.

he’s used to people beating others, spitting on people, mocking, teasing.

but you?

you go out of your way to help those who were pushed down, bullied, spit on.

he admired that. he admired you.

he loved that about you.

tries to pick up your habits—but ends up failing.

“pony, when’d you become so…happy go-lucky, huh?”

“is it bothering you?”

“a little.”

“…fuck you too then.”

i feel like he’d look for a partner like that.

his type??? possibly???

you just,

give him hope.

hope that he can leave tusla and live the life he wanted on the country side.

Sodapop Curtis ;

same thing, different font.

you two get along so well it’s sickening.

when the two of you walk in a room together you blind everyone with how bright the both of you are.

im not joking.

“did he really, soda?”

“yeah! can you believ—“

“JESUS CHRIST!”

“what?”

“get out.”

“WHY?!”

“what?!”

“y’all are ruining my bad mood. screw off.”

“is he always like this?”

“yeah. just ignore two-bit.”

takes after you a lot.

like a lot.

started fighting less, helping out more costumers at the DX, etc.

he loves talking about you.

he just

does.

you’re all he talks about. i’d know, cause i’m literally writing this rn.

Darry Curtis ;

THIS DYNAMIC IS SO CUTE OH MY GOD.

cold, closed off darry with a cute, kind and sweet reader.

i’m crying just thinking about it.

you force him to open him to others.

literally.

“how’s your day, darry?”

“okay.”

“just okay? didn’t something happen at work today?”

“well yeah.”

“then tell, em! he’s your brother, babe.”

people always chuckle, seeing you cling to his arm—all smiles while he sits, looking like a guard dog.

but as soon as darry glares at them—they stop laughing.

everyone calls you sunshine after darry mockingly called you that. sorry i don’t make the rules :/ (yes i do.)

“hey, sunshine!”

“oh—hey, dal!”

“don’t call them that.”

“why not, superman?”

“because.”

Steve Randle ;

Guard dog 2.0

you gotta hold him back all the time help.

“steve! you know violence isn’t good—i hate it!”

“LEMME AT ‘EM, BABE! C’MON!!”

isn’t also—not used to people being so nice to him.

so you being so affectionate, looking out for him, loving him—just being so nice to him in general is so..shocking.

“you did so good today, love. ‘m so proud.”

“what?”

“oh? did you not hear me?”

“no—i did. it was just, outta nowhere. kinda spooked me a lil.”

please just love him.

please. he needs it.

he needs someone like you in his life and he’s so glad you are in his life.

he would’ve lost his mind a long time ago if you weren’t.

Two-bit Matthews ;

YALL ARE SO CUTE.

silly goofy guy with a sweet loving partner.

you let him ramble about anything and everything. he couldn’t be more happy.

“and they dance, like all the time!”

“even the dog?”

“EVEN THE DOG! he got his own moves, y/n!”

brags about dating the kindest person in Tulsa 24/7.

like, actually.

if you don’t like his drinking cause you know it’s slowly killing him, he’ll slow down on it.

“two, you know i don’t like you drinkin’ this stuff!”

“i know. but it’ll be my last one tonight, promise.”

“better be, ‘m worried for you.”

you’re like all he talks about.

he’s just so blessed to have an angel in his life!

like, what’d a guy like him do to get a person like you? save a country?

#2knightt #leo’s anons🤍#the outsiders #the outsiders x reader #johnny cade x reader #johnny x reader #dallas winston x reader #dallas x reader #ponyboy curtis x reader #ponyboy x reader #sodapop x reader #sodapop curtis x reader #darry x reader #steve randle x reader #two bit matthews x reader #two bit x reader

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equallyshaw · 1 year ago

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star crossed loves au | connor bedard x kailey hughes au ↳ slowly, but surely. ↳ au masterlist!

warnings: angst, anxiety attack, swearing etc. also this takes place in feburary after his jaw fracture! word count: 2.2k. - longer than i expected lol

"do you wanna come to my game?" was a simple question, and one of innocence. kailey would give it that, but the deep feeling of dread was felt rather too quickly for her liking. she looked away from connor as the two were finishing up breakfast, hoping he wouldn't notice the uneasiness that plagued her features. he did. the two had been inseparable since new years, and had became official only a few days afterwards. ofcourse, he'd see the tension that sprang up in her features, the inability to look at him - especially in the eye - and the way that he body seemed to be folding in on itself. she stood up abruptly, bringing the plate back into the kitchen, and connor watched with a million questions buzzing around. she came back in and sat down, swirling her lukewarm coffee. "i um, i cant go." she said staring down the place mat. his eyebrows furrowed, "can't or won't go?" he questioned, hoping for some clarification. she made direct eye contact with him and gave him a small frown, "i wish i could go, i really do. but i can't bring myself to." she said bringing the last of the once hot liquid to her mouth. he shook his head, "you have to tell me what that means kails." he said setting down his fork now.

she sighed, setting the mug down. "i vowed to myself long ago that i'd never go to another hockey game in my life, let alone step into a rink once more." she paused sniffling, "that game ruined my childhood and my relationships with the rest of my family." she said and it felt like a dagger piercing his heart. "then why, why did you agree to be my girlfriend if you can't stand what i do?" he questioned without a second thought, and he could see how much it hurt the blonde. she made a tsk noise, "i can respect and support what you do from afar connor. but y'know now that you say that, why did i say yes? why did i say yes when i knew that i wouldn't be able to listen to the sound of skates hitting the ice when it really mattered? even if it was the stanley cup final, i wouldn't be able to do it because of how much it would make me sick." she finished, standing up and heading towards his condo door. "wait kail-" she cut him off with the front door opening. she stood between the threshold, looking back at connor. "you're right connor, how can i support you when i cant even support my own brothers?" she asked rhetorically before stepping full into the hallway and towards the elevator. as soon as she hit the elevator, she quickly began to cry while hunching over with her eyes shut. connor stood with his mouth agape, unsure if he should go after her or let her go. how could he let her go, when besides hockey- she was the thing he was most sure about in his life?

becca kaileys roommate and longtime best friend, could tell something off that morning when kailey came back to the apartment in a fit of rage. "what'd they do now?" kailey questioned, thinking her brothers said something stupid. "not them, him." she responded beginning to pace. "but its my fault, im the one who said yes without telling him i cant watch hockey. im the one who has wasted his time because why the hell would he date somebody who cant walk into an arena without throwing up?" she blurted as becca stood up, concern lacing her gaze. "hey kails? wanna sit down?" she questioned softly, wrapping her arms gently over her the blonde's. kailey immediately began to break down again, completely folding into becca's figure.

hockey was something that was seldom spoken about in the apartment. it was not off limits per se, but it was to be treaded lightly. unfortunately, kailey held a great amount of disdain for the sport and if it was mixed in with her brothers, it was a double whammy and usually ended in an anxiety attack. sure, she'd been to therapy for her childhood, jack and the topic of of hockey had come up many times. it was the reason why she was plucked away from her budding life in toronto, because they wanted the family to be with jack and usa hockey. it was why everything and everyone that she adored, was taken away from her. so she set up boundaries, and that meant no hockey. besides quinn's debut, no debut for luke or jack. no playoff games, nada nothing. her parents had respected her choice, and with the backing from her therapist - so did the rest of the family. this was something she didn't tell connor when they were talking during break before new years, because she knew that it would scare him away. just like it had now.

kaileys thoughts were interrupted, by a loud knock on their apartment door. "ill be right back." becca announced, standing up and walking towards the door. "ill be in my room." kailey responded, barely audible but becca picked it up. as soon as kailey was out of view, she opened the door to connor. who looked distraught, angry and sad all at the same time. "um hello?" becca said and connor opened the door, pushing his way inside. "where is she?" he asked flustered, and becca sighed. he met becca's gaze and snapped in her face, "becca, where is she?" he repeated and becca stood their in a shocked state. before becca could respond, they both heard a sob or more like a wrenching cry from kailey's bedroom. connor wasted no minute shoving off his shoes and throwing his jacket on becca, before heading down the hallway. becca could only chuckle in response, before sending him a salute as a joke and one that he didn't see. "go get em." she mumbled, before putting his stuff down.

connor knocked on the door before opening it, and as he opened it he found kailey on her bed. her head was in her hands and hunched over. his heart absolutely broke as he walked over, and sat beside kailey pulling her into his body. "its ok kails, I've got you." he whispered, repeating it every few seconds. "im not mad or upset, i promise." he whispered after a few minutes. her sobbing began to quiet down, but her breathing was still too heavy for his liking. "but you were right." she said after about ten minutes. he looked down and shook his head, "i was not right." he stated boldly. she pulled away from his chest, looking at him properly now. "you were right, why should i be your girlfriend if i cant support you on a nightly basis? its not fair to you con, its not." she said running a hand through her hair. "so what?" he questioned, and she looked at him. "so what? you matter more than hockey. yeah we may have only known each other for a month now, but I've never been more sure about somebody or something in my life besides hockey. you and our relationship im so sure about, ask any of the guys. they probably would tell you that im so disgustingly annoying." he mused causing her to giggle softly. "i promise that just because you choose not to watch hockey, doesn't mean that im gonna break up with you." he argued and she chuckled. "you don't like me enough to say and do that." she said rolling her eyes, and he shook his head. "no, i love you that's why." he confessed and she slowly looked back towards him. "wait...what?" she asked, barely breathing. he grinned before smiling, "i love you kailey clara and what are you gonna do about that?" he mused causing her to blush. she breathed in heavily why playfully rolling her eyes, "i can either kick you out or tell you that i love you back." she hummed, leaning closer towards him. "thankfully for you, its the latter." she hummed staring down his lips before pulling him in for a passionate and deep kiss.

the two pulled away after about ten seconds, pressing their foreheads against one another's. "as long as you say you're my number one fan we'll be good. this cements everything." he joked causing her to giggle. "you cheeky boy! but yes, good thing ill be your number one fan as long as you have me." she grinned before they kissed once more.

later on in the afternoon as the two cuddled with one another after connor's nose found solace in kaileys neck, the blonde spoke up. "i promise connor, to open myself up to hockey. i promise im going to try, ok?" she questioned turning around to face him. he had a small hopeful smile grace his features, "slowly but surely kails." he hummed before pulling her into his chest and placing a kiss on her head.

it was two weeks later, and after a black graphic t-shirt of connor came in- her and becca were off to a game against the florida panthers. the two walked arm and arm towards the 300's section wanting to experience it in the 'trenches' kailey had always called them, and experience it with some die hard fans. and, far enough away that nobody on the team or their partners would recognize her. she wanted to surprise connor.

"i feel like i could vomit." she confessed, sitting next to becca who only gave her an encouraging smile. "the game's underway, maybe that'll distract?" she questioned and kailey could only laugh in response. the two's attention focused on the game, and some point during it she had sent a text to not only tessa, alex vlasics girlfriend but her mom as well, sealing it with a picture of her view. her mom and dad gushed and sent words of encouragement and tessa begged for her to meet them after the game in the wags and family box. to which kailey responded, was a tba. the blackhawks ended up wining 3-1 with connor getting a goal and two assists. and with being on somewhat of a high, she told tessa that they would meet her in the 200's section. tessa stood their waiting for them and as soon as she saw them, she began to jump up and down with excitement. "im so happy you're here!!!" tessa gushed, pulling kailey in for a huge hug. she then moved towards becca and the two of them hyped the youngest hughes up. "oh my god, stopppp." she said blushing. "can you not, were in public you two." as the two girls highfived each other. "what?! this is a big deal girlfriend. you made it through the entire game." becca said shaking the girl just a bit. tessa's phone dinged with a text from alex, him and connor were walking towards the box now.

"get your ass in there, now." tessa demand pointing back towards the box door and becca quicky pulled her inside. becca smiled and waved to some of the girl's she had met at new years with kailey, and they were all happy to see kailey. finally. "im nervous beccs." kailey said in a whisper and becca smiled, "he'll be happy to see you chica." she smiled down at her best friend who only nodded.

kailey heard his voice before she saw him, and once becca looked behind her she turned around. connor hadn't taken notice yet but once tessa made a nonchalant comment, he quickly looked around the now - desolate- room and then his eyes landed on her. she smiled softly, once their eyes connected. he smiled, and then made his way over ot the girl. he pulled her in for a big hug without a word, his nose finding the crook of her neck. "hi pretty girl." he whispered, and she found herself blushing like a fool. "hey superstar." she grinned, before he pulled back a bit to look at her. then he noticed the t-shirt and he smiled, taking a step back to inspect it. "oh, i brought it just for this occasion." she grinned making him chuckle just a bit. "its my face." he said a bit stunned, "it is your face." becca said monotoned which made kailey snicker. "its alright, he's got a pretty face." she teased, "a pretty face, huh?" they heard Phillip kurashev tease and that made connor roll his eyes. "pretty pretty connor!" kevin joined in causing more chuckles to arise, "lets go pretty boy!" mackenzie entwistle teased, and kailey smiled softly.

"come on pretty boy." she teased, beginning to walk out with everybody else. "i should put that as your new name in my phone." becca mused, typing away on her phone. "i swear to god becca if you do!" connor threatened playfully, "you'll what?" she grinned back. "ill tell your little secret..." connor began only for becca to hear and that made becca grow quiet. "you wouldn't dare,🖕🏻" she texted and connor only giggled in response as they walked towards connor car.

so what secret, connor baby? lmao

please like and reblog if you liked!

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sadstrever · 2 months ago

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ok i’m sorry i contemplated not posting this because it’s almost meanspo so just don’t read it if ur triggered. it’s also just bad advice, don’t starve yourself and don’t be an (vodka) alcoholic.please recover love you i guess

first off i wanna preface this by saying FUCK YOUUUUU. if ur a little fat baby piggy no friends bitch i don’t want ur advice or opinions on my alcohol consumption while i fast😭😋!!! i’ve lost like 40lbs since i’ve started being an alcoholic and it’s had absolutely no impact on my weight, cuz just to irritate for the 100th time on this account: I NEVER EAT HOE! anwyays sorry maybe i’m just too drunk but that really pissed me the fuck off. like GOD OKAY RUIN THAT FOR ME TOO. like ok i never get any calories in except for alc but sure fuck it yk, because YOU said that alc has calories(you don’t think i know that bro?) i’m just gonna suddenly stop being an alcoholic. and now i just feel like shit because i consume calories from alc and someone thinks thats a “judgey” thing to say to me. now i feel fat so thank you. like if i could stop drinking that easily i WOULD and if i could start eating without gaining weight every time i do I WOULD. ur so dumb. ugh. i hate myself i’m sorry i’m so mean i love you people and i hope ur healthy and happy. i just need to put my anger out on someone lol. BUT also genuinely liek you guys do piss me off tho cuz you think it’s some crazy impressive thing to not eat for a week or eat like a grape a day…like guys… it gets worse and you will see and you’re gonna hate ur life. if ur ed is at that point PLEASE RECOVER AND RECONSIDER IT GWTS SO MUCH WORSE UGH. AND NO ONES GONNA LISTEN BECAUSE I DIDNT EITHER. i want to save you guys so bad. like i hate that people still get to romanticize it without all the pain and suffering every single waking moment of the day. also i’m officially underweight so someone send me a 0 calorie cake in the mail😝🙏

anyways this is somehow too related and will sound so fake but i swear on my whole life and my mamas and my brothers and my papas this is a TRUE STORY!!! i saw an old friend today and the first thing they said was “oh my god you lost so much weight” “like ur arms, face, whole body damn” BASICALLY LIKE THAT OBVIOUSLY I DONT REMEMBER WORD FOR WORD. but bro i have never felt so fucking seen in my life. like finally someone besides my family or best friend noticed my weight loss damn. AND SHE ASKED IF SHE SHOULD BE WORRIED FUCKKKKK. like no you shouldn’t cuz i’m never gonna get better but like fuck thank you bro. no one comments on people’s weight anymore and it pisses me offfff like i know it’s rude but i needed that comment to make me wanna keep starving!

am i a piece of shit? like genuinely did the eating disorder make me a horrible evil miserable person? i have this thought that even if somehow i recover physically(i pray to god i never get fat[by my standards] again ) that i’ll never recover mentally. i’ll always have this fucked up judgement of right and wrong that revolves around the stupid idea of being thinner. does it even matter? no. no it doesn’t. but it’s my whole world. my whole world is how skinny i am and it’s so tiring. the highlight of my day was being called worryingly skinny by an old friend who doesn’t care if i live or die. the second highlight of my day was the fact that i got 28k steps and burning 800 calories at the gym and bought another bottle. i’m tired of being a bad person. im tired of being annoying and stupid and dumb. such a fuckup. i’m sorry if i’m a bad person and you had to read this and feel like shit because you had to sit through reading my awful terrible judgment and thoughts.

LAST POINT:

tomorrow i have to eat my first meal in months(for real this time) and i am so scared and upset. it’s like a piece of myself dies everytime i eat. without starvation i am nothing. i am a shell of a person and when i eat i just become a shell that feels fat. i’m gonna take laxatives obviously and do some workouts but it’s never enough. i’m gonna make sure the meal that i’m forced to eat is as low calorie as possible because i’ll be drinking alcohol too and APPARENTLY i should just kill myself because it’s a crime to still be an alcoholic when you’re starving yourself.

also alcohol most likely won’t make you gain weight unless it’s beer or seltzers and it especially won’t if ur always drinking on an empty stomach. vodka on an empty(for months) stomach plus working out excessively won’t make yoh gain weight. shut up shut up shut up shut THE FUCK up you bitches piss me off.

FUCK YOU.

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lynnlovesspidahman · 2 years ago

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this is me trying.

peter parker x reader

part 2. || part 1.

masterlist.

warnings : angst, mentions of violence, swearing, lots of self-doubt (peter im sorry)

word count : 2.7k

summary : There’s always two sides to a story. An apology is put into place.

Peter felt like he was living three different lives at once.

Each taking so, so much energy every single day.

His job, an assistant for Dr. Octavius at Octavius Industries. He felt guilty for arriving late every day, and still somehow having a job.

Peter was smarter than Doc, they both knew that. So that meant he would be called to office very, very often.

Usually because of some mistake Doc had made while working on the new prototypes of prosthetic limbs.

But the pressure it brought could get to be too much sometimes. One small mistake could cost millions of lives — or dollars — if not noticed early enough.

But he knew it would help the world someday, in so many ways. The exhaustion was totally worth it.

Spider-Man. Peter had loved and genuinely enjoyed playing his alter-ego.

Constantly, day and night, he was out. Out saving people everywhere. Sure, his work wasn’t appreciated by everyone but it was 100% worth it — to him.

But Spider-Man came with considerable costs. His everlasting lack of sleep. Peter can’t remember the last time he really got his 8 hours. The bags under his eyes made that apparent enough.

The physicality of the job, how many times had he stopped a car with his bare hands? He lost count years ago.

The bruises, cuts, broken limbs, brought immense pain, even to Spider-Man. Sure, he can heal faster — a nights rest, a heating pad, and your some soup is more than enough — But that doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt.

And the emotional weight it brought.

The crimes haven’t slowed, if anything they’ve gotten much more prominent all around the city.

The overwhelming amount of times he has to swing across New York to fight off large groups of thugs has become too much.

And honestly, he’s so sick of it.

And so, Peter stopped pulling his punches as much.

The guilt didn’t come until later.

He climbed through your apartment’s window after a long, long night of patrol.

You were sitting there — unaware of his presence— watching TV, all cuddled up on the corner of the couch with your mini Spidey plush.

“Hey, beautiful.” He called out to you.

“Holy shit-” You jumped and turned around to look at him. “You can’t just pop out of nowhere like that, you scared the hell out of me.”

You got up and walked towards him, “Was patrol okay?”

“Uh, yeah it was alright, kicked my ass tonight though. I’m worn out,” He stretched his arms above his head.

“Hm. Why?” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“Uhm, I mean I fought bad guys all night?” He scoffed, a stupid question, he thought.

“Or was it because you practically killed someone tonight?” You bluntly said.

You had taken a step away from him, like he was a danger to you too.

“They were a criminal!” He shrugged.

“Why does that matter? You can’t just completely take someone’s life away. That’s not who you are. Before you say you didn’t, you came real close to.” You stood your position.

It felt like you shot him straight in the heart.

He should’ve listened to you. But instead, he took a shot right back at you, a shot to kill.

“Again, they’re criminals. I’m sorry I had to calm things down somehow. I’m sorry I needed to do something to catch a break for once in my damn life. And you’re not exactly helping that.” He looked away from you. He felt ashamed.

You were right, he knew that, even then. But his pride couldn’t let him admit it.

“What is wrong with you? You love Spider-Man. And you always talk about how killing sickens you. You’ve changed, Peter.” You spat back at him.

He should’ve just ended it there, stopped the excessive violence, stopped the fight. Maybe then he wouldn’t have been in your kitchen on that faithful Tuesday.

It had been two days since that argument.

His almost perfect rep was officially ruined (Jameson had a field trip that day, too). The stress was at an all-time high.

He almost couldn’t handle it. He didn’t want to anymore.

He was still so angry at you for being right. Because you always were.

You were the one who kept him balanced, who took care of him no matter the time of day or night.

He hadn’t been back to your apartment since the fight, either.

But he would return to it after a tough night the day after. And the next.

And you forgave him, so fast (He took you to see the Barbie movie, paid for every snack and drink you could’ve wanted. It was indisputable on your end). The guilt from what Peter’s put you through has just stacked on and on.

Now he really couldn’t handle it anymore.

And so, there he was. Sat atop a random rooftop rethinking everything.

He debated his life. His three lives, more like. Which parts were worth it, and which weren’t. (It was really fucked up, who measures parts of their life in worth and just decides which to throw away?)

He couldn’t lose his job, how would he make money?

He couldn’t stop being Spider-Man, he knew that.

And there was you. The biggest and undoubtedly the most important part.

But you were also easy to throw away, he thought.

So much stress and time would be lifted off of his shoulders.

(Little did he know, it would be the complete opposite. His injuries didn’t heal all the way like they did when you took care of him. Every time he was hurt, it would linger for days at a time. He missed how much you’d worried for him. He really took you for granted.)

And so, he decided in the next couple of weeks, he would break it off.

And he did. On the Tuesday the following week.

He looks back on it — to this day — and realized everything he had said to you that evening, wasn’t directed at you. It was directed at himself.

Of course he enjoyed loving you. He didn’t enjoy being himself was what.

He needed to be his best for you because he couldn’t be with anything else. He failed at being the friendly and reliable Spider-man. Him and Doc didn’t get the grant they’d been needing for so long.

And when he did try to improve when you called him out that night, it just wasn’t enough.

He didn’t deserve you.

He took everything out on you, he didn’t mean a word he said. But you didn’t know that.

Peter never had an outlet to take anything out. He couldn’t leave you with every burden of his life, Doc and him weren’t that close, and May couldn’t know he was Spider-Man.

He snapped that Tuesday.

And there’s nothing more that he regrets in his entire life.

But he couldn’t burden you anymore. He wouldn’t.

He did nothing but keep you up late at night, hurt your feelings, and make you do everything for him.

Peter loved you. And he couldn’t let himself torture you like this.

So he forced himself to let you go. You would move on, anyways. He couldn’t.

He listened to every single one of the voicemails you sent.

Every. Single. One. He’s never heard you sound so down (Because of him, nonetheless).

It took so much out of him to not respond. More than what he had to give.

And after five weeks, he finally caved.

He texted you.

9:52 PM

Hey, beautiful.

You wouldn’t forgive him quick this time, he knew that. This time wasn’t just some fight. He tore your heart apart.

But he would work for your forgiveness, he swore to himself, God as his witness.

You read the message immediately. He knew you had gotten off of work, so it wasn’t completely abnormal.

But you didn’t respond. He checked his phone all night and the next morning (He was desperate for something, even if it was an angry text. He hated nothing more than you ignoring him).

So he texted you again. He just went straight for it this time, no holding back anymore.

1:16 PM

Can we meet up?? I think we can agree there’s still some loose ends we need to revisit, together.

Read 1:18 PM

He was patient this time. He tried stepping in your shoes, and it broke his heart. He couldn’t imagine you snapping on him like he had.

He couldn’t live if you were angry at him like he was at you. And if you weren’t going to respond again he was debating on just showing up to your apartment. Can’t ignore him that way.

2:12 PM

Y/N 💞 : “Loose ends” is a funny term. You mean when you randomly showed up to my apartment and broke up with me for the stupidest reason?

He cringed. This was a dumb decision.

2:12 PM

I know, trust me. I just want to talk. And explain myself.

Explain my biggest mistake. I’ve never regretted anything more than leaving you and taking the anger at myself onto you.

He debated on sending the message, but he didn’t.

You would just see it as him trying kiss your ass into forgiving him. It worked before.

2:14 PM

Y/N 💞 : Peter, why? Why are you only just know texting me? Why are you trying to meet up when you tore my heart into pieces? Why are you seeking forgiveness randomly?

Why are you asking such hard questions, he wanted to ask.

2:14 PM

Idk, I miss you?

I miss you and still love you. I regret that night so much.

Can you just hear me out? Please?

Nothing sounded right. But he just went for it, again. At this point, he was pacing across his rooftop, anxious for your response (If you even gave him one).

2:15 PM

Y/N 💞 : Peter, I swear. If you make me regret this, I’ll come for you. Worse than any enemy you’ve ever faced and ever will.

He laughed at that one. You wouldn’t —right?—

2:15 PM

I won’t, Y/N. I promise. Tomorrow, Micks at 3?

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You left him on read, but he counted that as a success — you didn’t refuse his offer so.. —

He would come back from this. He has to.

Peter was late. Fuck him.

Why did you even give him your time of day anymore? This man could tear you apart and you still gave into his words.

3:13 PM

Peter 🕸️ : Babt, I’mso sotry. I got caugjt up with worl, I’m bloxks away I sqaer.

You could barely understand him, but you were used to his usually proper grammar slipping while he was swinging.

How dare he? How dare he beg you to come out here and he gets to show up late??

He practically busted the restaurant’s door open. He rushed to your table.

“Baby I-”

“No,” You interrupted. “You don’t get to call me that. Fuck you, asshole. You ask me to meet you and you show up late? Are you kidding me?” You crossed your arms and stood up from the booth you were sitting at.

“Y/N, I’m so, so sorry. I got caught up with Doc at work. Huuge internal wiring problem. I don’t even understand how he could’ve messed it up so badly,” He talked with his hands, he was so cute when he did that.

You took a step towards him, and slapped the shit out of his stupidly attractive face.

“You don’t get to break me and show up late when you wanted me here.” The tears were back. You were livid. You shoved your finger into his face as you scolded him.

“I know, I know. I keep fucking up and I’m sorry. Lets just sit down and let me explain everything. I promise you, it’s worth it.” He put his hands on both of your shoulders to keep you from leaving and tried to calm you down.

“Hands off,” You pulled his hands away from your shoulder and slumped back into the booth.

You wanted to go home.

“Okay, okay.” He sat down and stared at you.

“Well?” You waited, “Let’s hear this explanation,” You rolled your eyes.

“Well, uh-” He paused for a moment, “I don’t know how to start.”

You waited for him to continue, arms still crossed. You really didn’t want to hear him out.

“Do you remember when I almost beat the life outta that guy? Like a month ago or something?” He asked.

“Yeah.” You rolled your eyes again, not exactly a good moment to bring up.

“I feel like that’s where it started,”

“Mhm..” You nodded for him to keep going.

“I started slipping. I stopped pulling my punches and I was so stressed out every moment of my life. A-and one day I just got so sick of it,” He started choking up, you almost felt bad for him.

“So I sat down and tried to organize my life. I wanted to rid myself of stress and try to free up time for myself in order to y’know, rejuvenate.”

You sat there, you were expecting plain excuses. But it seemed he had something real going here.

“I couldn’t rid myself of my job — how else would I be able to live? — and obviously Spider-Man isn’t a choice. And there came you. The best and biggest part of my life.”

You raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue.

“I was stupid, I thought that by taking a break, I’d feel more free. And feel more.. well less stressed out. If I had something to myself then I would be better and feel okay? I don’t know.”

You narrowed your eyes at him.

“Don’t look at me like that, please. I was so overwhelmed with everything. I’ve been so behind on rent, and crime just never stops around here. Its like it raises more and more every week.”

“I thought-” He took a deep breath, “I thought that if I had one less chore — trust me you are not a chore to me — life would get easier.”

You’re guessing he tried to rephrase his words he said before, he’s almost repeating himself.

“But it didn’t. At all. I was in pain all the time — emotionally and physically — it didn’t help at all. I said I didn’t enjoy loving you. I lied. I didn’t enjoy loving myself- or being me.”

Your heart clenched for him. He hurt you so bad, but hearing how he truly felt made you slightly reconsider things.

“I didn’t enjoy the stress of my life, and I don’t have any outlet for my anger. And you forgave me so easily the last time we fought. And I guess I took advantage of that. I took all of the hate I had for myself onto you. I think that will forever be my biggest mistake.”

Your eyebrows scrunched.

“I love you. So much, Y/N. More than words can describe. I’ve never regretted anything more in my life and I can’t ever be away from you, again.”

“I broke it off thinking it would cause me less stress, but I understand now that it was you who took the pressure away. Being away from you, Y/N,” He laughed (At his own pain, seemingly). “I’ve never felt shittier in my life.”

Your tears flowed. Your expectations were well exceeded. He’s fucked up so much, but he makes up for it every time. And this time, it wasn’t done by kissing your ass and spoiling you, you recognized that.

“I can’t explain how sorry I am. I regret what I did to you that night so much. More than anything in the world. I just hope you can understand that.”

“I hope you can understand me.” He kept eye contact, his eyes were watery. “I know how complicated I can get,” He let out a breathy laugh.

“Pete.” You just about whispered his name.

“Yeah..?” He wiped his eyes on his sleeve before answering you.

“I forgive you.” You smiled, still crying from his well thought out (you had to give him credit) apology.

“Wait- Really?”

“Yeah. I do.”

He stood up and hugged you from across the table.

“But..”

“But..?” He repeated you, curiously. He let go of the hug to look you in the eyes.

“You’re gonna have to pay for the meal if you really want me back.”

He laughed.

“I love you.”

He grabbed your cheeks and pulled you in for a kiss. He’s never kissed you so hard.

Stunned, but pleasantly surprised, you sat there for a moment. Unsure of whether you should kiss him or not.

But you grabbed his collar and melted into the kiss.

No matter how hard he had broken you, his words brought you back to him.

And you wouldn’t regret it, you knew that.

part 2 is finished 🥹

just wanna explain a few things just in case:

peter is a lil ooc w the excessive violence and it’s not him to be like that but i feel like every body gets to that point where everything can be just too much. even spider-man.

i also feel like he needs a healthy outlet for his feelings, being spiderman, he’s constantly busy. not exactly easy to make friends. but also being spiderman, he doesn’t wanna leave y/n with all of his problems, he’s supposed to be the hero. so he bottles it all up. to the point where he just burst one day and took it out on her. (not good!!)

also i felt like him being a man, he’s going to feel insecure if y/n’s the one taking care of him all the time. he’s the man, it’s supposed to be the other way around, but it’s not. and that’s okay!! often times, old traditions still lies deep within all of us. men’s mental health matters too!! men can still feel insecure!! EVERYONE DOES. but that doesn’t mean we (as people) can take out our insecurities or anger at ourselves onto other people. most times, they don’t deserve the hate we bring onto ourselves.

that being said, not everyone can be perfect. (peter is a great example) we’re all going through something in life and are constantly being tested. but, the biggest thing is to always persevere no matter what. you’re never going to have more on your plate than you can handle. if you’re struggling, always remember to reach out to someone. a loved one, a professional, or even me. my dms are always open. i love you all. 🩷

anyways,

likes, reblogs, and comments are always appreciated!!

i hope you all enjoyed this story as much as i liked writing it 💗💗

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princesssmars · 2 years ago

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one last night

a five hargreeves x reader

its the end of the world. might as well make the most of it.

wc: 2.001

contains: fluff, angst, and swearing bc theyre all gonna die. five being a lovable grumpy shit. in my head five is physically the same age as aidan bc look at that mf and tell me hes 13 PLEASE.

a/n: the new season broke me so im writing this and reading fics to cope. i wrote it confusingly but the hand grab dance scene is based on that scene from the end of bridgerton season 2 bc kates eyes...i need to bring a man down with doe eyes like that fr. anyway hope yall enjoy.

well. this is it. the end of the world. the last days of your life. not how you imagined you'd go out, to be honest. you put the chances of dying during a commission assignment at about 98%. frankly a little low.

but you’d always been a little optimistic, so the remaining 2% went to your own personal fantasy. that maybe, one day, you'd retire from the commission. maybe use a briefcase to settle down somewhere of your choosing and live out the rest of your days in peace. and maybe, you would live out those days with your best friend. and, maybe, if you really wanted to push it, he'd turn from best friend to something more.

but that dream doesn't matter anymore, does it? you, along with your partner and his family had made the fuck up of a lifetime and created a kugelblitz - the end all of everything. its almost funny. how you'd given up most of your life to "fixing the timeline" just to end up ruining all of them.

hilarious.

so, here you are. in a shittily-lit hotel room getting dressed for a quickly put-together wedding at the end of the world.

god, how your life has changed.

you hear a knock at the door, saying a silent “come in.” to whoever stands behind it.

a soft smile graces your face when you see five enter the room. he stops a few steps from the doorway as he observes you, likely noticing how you'd dressed up more than usual. "you sure clean up nice, hargreeves." you tease, smiling as he does.

"well, you don't look half bad yourself." he takes in more of your outfit, looking you up and down. you feel your face heat up.

"a genuine compliment from the five hargreeves himself? it truly is the end of the world."

"im a man who tells the truth, you know this better than anyone." he keeps walking until he stands next to you, automatically raising his head so you can fix his tie.

"even when people don't want to hear it." you give him a knowing look as you do his tie for him. he knows how, but likes how you do it better. he likes to pretend you don't know.

"especially then."

when you finish fixing the tie, you smooth it over and run your hands over his vest. you look him in the eyes to see him already looking at you with an emotion in his that you can't quite place.

you want to ask him how he feels. about what happened when you went to the commission and saw everything you'd ever known just gone. about never getting longer than a day to just rest. about your impending doom.

about you.

he opens his mouth to speak but you both startle as a sharp knock sounds from the door.

you look over to see a slightly awkwardly standing viktor, who moves his hands to his pockets after gesturing to the hallway.

"hey, uh.. its time for us all to head down, the ceremony is about to start."

both of your lips purse into awkward smiles as he stands in the doorway for a few more seconds before exiting quietly.

its silent for a few more seconds as the two of you stand there. the moment has passed. yet again reminded of your fate.

he looks at you again with a soft yet slightly sad smile. "well, my dear, are you ready to face our imminent doom while getting stupidly drunk with my family?"

you laugh slightly at his dry delivery and grasp his hand in yours.

"ready as i'll ever be."

the ceremony is sickly sweet, perfect for the match-up that is luther and sloane. the way they look at each other during their vows pulls on your heartstrings. but you have to remind yourself that you're happy for them. there's no point in being jealous or sad now.

after the ceremony, you and your merry band of heroes make it to the dance floor, with you and allison heading straight to the drinks table. you watched her as she downed her glass in a few seconds, feeling bad at the state of the woman who you've come to know as a close friend. but if you were in her position you would have gone off the rails long ago. a voice in the back of your head tells you you have.

the reception is lovely, and the bride and groom very much in love despite the weirdness of it all. and the fact that they choose to prioritize and focus on their love rather than the apocalyptic events happening just outside…it gives you a sense of hope.

when reginald gives his speech it's safe to say everyone in the room is stunned. you've barely gotten to know three variations of the hargreeves patriarch but you know that he's far from a pleasant person. during late nights doing paperwork at the commission you and five would share stories about your respective childhoods, with his being as dark as you expected from the stand-offish man. but it felt nice to know that he trusted you so deeply.

after the initial reception, there's some downtime for everyone to indulge in the surprisingly above-average food from the hotel's bar and restaurant. you get yourself a plate before sitting at a table near the back of the room, silently eating and drinking and observing the family around you.

you're interrupted by lila pulling out and sitting in the chair next to yours, sitting sideways to look you dead on.

“would you please stop with the puppy dog eyes and make a move on that little turd? seeing the two of you dance around each other has made me sick for years.”

your voice sputters as you try to come up with an excuse, having not expected the girl to call you out so brazenly. she raises her eyebrows as she knows she got you stuck and you let out a sigh.

“it wouldn't matter if i did. even if he felt the same we’re all going to die in a day's time. and id rather not spend this last day with him awkwardly.”

“so you're going to die wondering? never knowing if he liked you back? and i thought i was dumber when it came to relationships.”

“that's still debatable.”

“hey!” she lightly punches you in the shoulder, laughing at your slight wince. “you know im right. not to get sappy but… it's much better when they know how much you care.

as she speaks her gaze wanders over to diego and you have to hold yourself back from rolling your eyes at the sight of their barely hidden lovesickness.

you were close to brushing off her comments again when her arm quickly juts out to knock into yours, lifting her chin slightly to the left. you turn your head and none other than five stands beside you, his hands stuffed into his jacket pockets before one comes out to lay flat in front of you.

“would you care for a dance, y/n?”

with his abnormally soft smile (and lila’s not-so-subtle jab to your other arm), you accept his offer and gently place your hand in his so he can lead you to the dance floor. you can’t help but notice how there's a slow song playing and the only other couple on the dance floor are the newlyweds.

he turns from leading you to standing right in front of you, the closeness taking you by surprise. he smiles at you, moving your hands to wrap around his arms as his go around your waist and shoulder.

“a waltz? seriously? you always seemed to hate those at the company dances.” you tease.

“probably because gertrude wallhaven would always try to dance with me.”

“she just had a little crush on you. lots of the women did. you were the five hargreeves, after all.”

five smiles at your words, starting the slow dance that you know by heart. “is that a bit of jealousy i hear?”

you scoff and roll your eyes. five always was a tease when he drank. “you’d like it to be, wouldn't you? ever the conceited one.”

he huffs a short laugh, swinging you around quickly so you do the same. “well, that is one reason.”

“and what may be the other one, if you would be so kind as to inform me.” you smile up at him, the alcohol starting to take an effect on you and cause you to become more open than usual.

“that I'm deeply in love with you and its been driving me crazy-ow!”

your mind is completely blank for a few seconds before you realize that not only have you stopped dancing but you that you also just crushed five’s foot with your own.

“oh my god, five, im so sorry,” you quickly trying to apologize and help your struggling partner. he stands up as straight as he can, slightly bent on his right side as he waves your worries off.

“peter donahue always did say you had a killer stomp on the dance floor. now i can see why he kept going to the infirmary.” five gives you a strained smile, taking your hands in his again.

“just another one of my many talents.”

you both restart your dance, this time with no words shared. five occasionally tries to hold eye contact with you, and you make sure to avoid it every time. you don't know what to make of his confession. if it was heartfelt or a spur-of-the-moment confession that was given since you would all be dead within a day. you knew as soon as you looked into his bright eyes you would crumble.

but five knew that like he knew everything about you. he took your hand and grasped your fingers together before bringing your arms above your heads and bringing them down between you, and you cant help but stare into his eyes as he does the same.

“please tell me you meant it. because if you didn't then i don't know what i’d do.” you plead, grasping his hand to your chest.

“do you remember that mission in bali, where we had to terminate that guy who found a cure for cystic fibrosis? we there for maybe two hours and you kept complaining about the heat.”

“it was a steady 80 degrees and we were wearing commission suits, of course i was miserable.”

“im aware. it was when we finally killed the guy and you took some of his cash to get some better clothes and you somehow managed to convince me to come down with you to the beach. we were sitting in the sand and it was annoying as all hell but you seemed so happy that i couldn't even complain. and i just knew.”

your chest tightens. “knew what?”

“that i loved you. that i still do. and that i’m an idiot for waiting so long to tell you. guess our impending doom and the cheap liquor finally gave me the courage to say something.” he finishes, holding you close as you stand in the middle of the dance floor. you know some of his siblings are bound to be staring because of the close display but you can find it in you to care. all that matters is that you finally have the love of your life in your arms, even if just for a short while.

“not to be pushy but i haven't heard an “i love you” back so im getting pretty worried over here.” five jokes, staring at you with love but worry in his eyes

you laugh at five’s joke, bringing your lips to his cheek to give him a short but sweet kiss. “i love you too, partner.”

“good. now, what do you say we get drunk off our asses and have the best night of our lives with my dysfunctional family?

you smile. “i couldn't ask for anything better.”

#the umbrella academy #tua #tua s3 #five hargreeves #five hargreaves x reader #allison hargreeves #viktor hargreeves #luther hargreeves #diego hargreeves #lila pitts #klaus hargreeves #tua x reader #fluff #angst

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notnormalme · 4 months ago

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SOOOOO

Since I made a first step

Its time to show you some of my characters moodboards

Which is funny because I haven't even drawn some of the characters yet eheh

LETS START WITH THE MAIN TRIO

PETER aka the main main character

As the story will be called "Pied Piper", or at least that's what I call it for now, he is the one who has the title of Pied Piper

I really wanted to focus on his main color, green, to show this kind of still childish carefreeness, his Carpe Diem. He is the one who doesn't really focus on the consequences of his actions, he does what he feels like and tries to get the best out of life

His quote, "Do you remember who you were?", refers to the fact that Peter doesn't remember his past after all. He doesn't remember where he comes from, who he is or anything that caused him to be in where he is now

I also really wanted to include the fox in it, as it's an animal I assocaite him with

Next up is Avery!

Avery is an elf by origin, abandoned and hated by his species

I really wanted to capture the peace and delicacy of his person, I associate him with a doe, delicate, always a little frightened, but very friendly and sweet

If he were a season, he would be autumn, the warm autumn, what comes after the chaos of summer (Peter) but just before the harshness of winter (Ogier!!!)

He is a very reasonable person, he acts as a balancer for Peter, evening out his chaotic nature but in a very nice and gentle way

His quote, "the chains are broken but are you truly free?", refers to his past where he was just a slave of his own kind and even though he escaped, that part of him is still inside

The last of the main three is Ogier!

As you can already see, he is a priest, an exorcist to be precise. But among the Church, which I identify with crows, he is an owl. Cautious and suspicious, you can't hear his footsteps and you never know what he's planning, like a night hunter

He is winter. He will stop at nothing and will pursue his goal even if he has to die or kill in the process

I really wanted to emphasize the fact that he keeps strict notes on everything and then analyzes it and tries to come to conclusions

GAKSNSKSNSHD TO BE HONEST IM SAD because I didn't really show his love for horses BUT HE LOVES THEM OKAY???

He travels a lot all over the country

His "I didn't want to be controlled" refers to his great independence and the fact that he doesn't like the actions of the Church and how it controls people, even though he is part of it himself

NOW THAT WE HAVE OUR MAIN TRIO

Two characters that I haven't drawn yet, but I know they will be there and I know they will be important

The first one, Roland! I know this may be familiar to vnc fans, BUT I SWEAR IT'S NOT THAT ROLAND

You can see the crows right away, as well as the cross. He is a priest, a high-ranking paladin

Since I am inspired by The Song of Roland, I wanted his main feature to be pride. That's why his color is not yellow but gold

He is a good man, a great knight, but he was consumed by pride, and that ruined him

"Who are you to judge me" OUCH AHSJSHSJSHHS

This is a reference to one of his fights with Oliver, where Oliver tried to convince him and talk to him and he said something like this AND AHSISBSISJS MY POOR LITTLE HEART

OLIVER and uh

I wont explain it a lot

But first, of course, crows, second, lavender AND YES, IT'S BECAUSE HE'S GAY

I really wanted to capture his suffering through Roland's behavior because he is his best friend. He loves him. But he can't do anything about what Roland is doing, his words aren't getting through and he isn't able to change anything

The dagger symbolizes the daggers he exchanged with Roland, very symbolic and beautiful, I love it

Oranges are a very difficult topic, FIRST, NOTICE HOW THEY COMPLETE WITH ROLAND'S MOODBOARD, secondly, this actually reflects part of my story when I couldn't swallow anything but an orange

Yeah, sad little shit BUT ANYWAY

Two last ones

The first will be Otilio, whose name is now Marco. As you can guess, he is also a priest. He grew up in the countryside and I really wanted to capture that and I honestly see him as such a little bird, sparrow, and I tried to show that

I also really wanted to show that his family is a family of blacksmiths

He has this warm vibe, he is a very loving and caring person. The late summer JUST BEFORE SCHOOL STARTS

"Is this what I get for loving God?". Otilio lost a friend because of religion. This is also symbolized by the crow devouring the heart

Last is Ottfried

He is my favorite, even though he has been long dead in the story

He is a quiet person, he hardly speaks at all and he wanders around the country only playing the flute and begging

I really wanted to give off his soft calm vibe here. Such chamomile

As for his quote, he was literally seen as cursed

The Church tried very hard to fight him, so I also put there a mouse that had been attacked by a crow. Otto is just such a little defenseless mouse hiding in corners

Yeah

Thats pretty much it

Of course, I also have other characters, Maria, Clara, Claus and a few others, but since everything is at such an early stage, I haven't done anything with them yet

#oc #moodboard #ocart #orginal character #my babies #pied piper #I really love Oliver and Roland #I hope its done well #PLS COMMENT #Im really chaotic I fear

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suncchaser · 5 months ago

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oml its getting rough out here. i made a tumblr account like almost 2 weeks ago and i swear it ruined my life. recently the marauders fandom for me used to be mainly art on pinterest and instagram along with tumblr posts reposted on pinterest and there was content that didn't exactly sit well with me (fanon sirius, remus, and regulus, the black brothers being secret besties, marlene's only personality trait being loving women, and more) but like i could deal with the occasional post containing that stuff BUT NOW?? GOOD LORD. it's like so many people/ the majority and i kinda wish i never looked into the tumblr marauders fandom. there are parts i like and a lot of artists i adore but tumblr was whiplash, and that brought me to the absolute depths of hell called tiktok. what happened to these characters??? the prongsfoot dynamic (not always romantic, platonic too) denial to push up other ships is crazy, REGULUS WHO? like that boy was a loser racist with a crush on the dark lord! im actually so distraught and i've decided to leave the fandom as a whole after digging deeper to this side of it.

As someone who had been away from the online marauders community for a couple of years, returning to a much changed fandom has definitely been quite weird and a little aggravating at times.

I think if something is affecting your mental health, it is definitely important to take a step back because fandom is not supposed to be a place of torment for someone.

My experience with Tumblr hasn’t been too bad. I think Tumblr has one downside which is anonymous asks and that opens the door for all deranged people but from what I have seen, twitter and tiktok are much worse, in terms of the marauders fandom. Twitter especially, I have seen people being absolutely vile all over book characters.

#anon ask

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omggg that made me think of something else that kinda gets me with these sorts of timeline reset things, i dont wanna ramble too much but theres this fangame i played for jojo that kinda has that sort of thing going on and it made me think of it aaaa (also i need to read those webtoons now im really interested sdflkjdsfklj)

so like while i was also imagining that cove wasnt really able to remember much about the previous timeline after the reset, i thought well, what if there was something left behind from it and cove didnt know or understand what it was until after meeting the og mc in the new timeline like after the whole wedding thing

like maybe in the og timeline cove and mc had made friendship bracelets or something when they were little and had a matching set (or maybe its the matching friendship shells you can have with cove if you decide to hang out on the beach with him instead of surfing in step 2 aaaa) in the new timeline cove wakes up with that in his hand the morning before him and his dad are taking the drive to sunset bird. he doesnt know what it is and is confused by it, maybe he just shoves it in his pocket or it ends up in a box and he just eventually forgets about it

he doesnt remember the bracelet/the shells in the blurry dreams he had about the original mc or anything and he only remembers it when he sees the matching one that mc has like on their desk or just resting on a table or maybe even theyre wearing it if its the bracelet and it just makes things click even more and the feelings just like hit him like a truck

aaaaaa asdklfja we are getting too powerful and i hope that my rambling makes sense, if it doesnt i will try again but aaaaaa my brain worms are increasing so much - 🕑

NO IT MAKES SM SENSE

im the jumbled one i only got like 3-4 hours sleep but im like losing my shit n wanting to create art n write things n yeah dw you make sm sense omg omg omg

I LOVEEE THE BRACELET/SHELL THING TOO!!! and he and mc!1 don't have those kinds of the things at all. or at least a variant of some sort

i imagine mc 1 and 2 are polar opposites. whereas mc!1 is more selfish/is the leader (think like ol2 mechanics n how they have the relationship status system/whatever yk?), mc!2 can still be a leader ofc, but theyre more selfless or at least always reaching out for cove

mc!1 is always searching for something else, somewhere else, someone else.

whereas mc!2 always turns around and waits for cove, goes to cove, brings cove with them. they always make a place for cove, where usually cove would make himself a place with mc!1

okay i swear imma write it, im like in a bit of a funk rn lol but i was thinking mc!1 (who i will call jamie for the sake of it and mc!2 will just be mc), sees cove with MC while they're visiting his parents.

(also i think that if mom's take back jamie, cliff would go out of his way to visit you guys/him instead so that way cove won't hurt. i imagine he might even move bc it hurts him as well ANYWAY THATS OFF TRACK THO)

and they end up talking somehow, maybe ending up on poppy hill at the right time (as much as it hurts bc poppy hill+white poppies would be ruined for cove after this, i think it'd bring him closure n he could get over it)

and i really would like to tell you jamie has regret. i thought they did n i would've written it like so, with jamie having a bit of longing for cove since they see him shining so brightly now that things have happened like this

i would also say that they love baxter still out of obligation because they ruined their life for him, i would also say that they could end up divorcing bc jamie longs for cove/their life before, but to that i offer: baxter staying and ignoring their yearning because this is all he thinks he can ever have...

BUT NOW. WHAT I AM VERY SWAYED TO WRITE INSTEAD BC !!!!

jamie isn't guilty. they love baxter so much, the only shame and guilt they have is for involving cove because now their family is distant and jamie hates that.

not just because they miss their family, in fact i imagine jamie would even tell someone they're overreacting, that they need to get out of their business, etc.. but they regret it because they can't give baxter a happy family, and they see how baxter regrets it so and will even express it bc he didn't want you no/low contact with your family, especially your lovely parents and sister, like he is.

jamie has enough humility to admit that they wish they didn't hurt cove, because he's such a good guy and he deserves better. but now he's happy, so they have no regrets.

i think jamie being this selfish would Kill cove. bc how could they say that? whereas jamie being guilty would make him sad, but its basically entirely pity for jamie. because they went through all that and they still want more, they want something else after everything they did?

cove would be so upset bc he was just a placeholder until they got what they wanted every time, slipping off jamie's list of important/treasured people with every day that went by growing up...

n he'd go cry to MC, distraught by the cruelty, but glad he didn't marry jamie in the end and he doesn't go into a funk afterwards, he's moved on and the coldness from jamie just helps him move on from everything

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our-reality · 1 year ago

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can we please hear about. the s1 or s2 plot please i love your little guys so much

no ^_^

BUT IN ALL SERIOUSNESS agh it wouldnt make sense to explain the s2 plot without s1 but s1's plot is . im only proud of it in my head but i guess i can try to explain it LAWL sorry if this makes no sense

so season 1's plot revolves around this prophecy. that the highest gods of the universe (swift and python) will split apart but be rejoined by The Chosen One (its not immediately revealed who this is for Reasons) in order to stop the evil guy (vysel) but in the process the high gods will die and the chosen one will take their place . sounds pretty simple right. uh yeah thats the last time itll be simple

swift and python. really never took the prophecy seriously before their fight. they had long lives ahead of them (or so they thought), and besides thinking about their horrible demise doesnt really . do a whole lot for them. other than make them depressed. but when the split happens (and python leaves swift behind) swift suddenly starts to take the whole thing MUCH more seriously. it doesnt say how long it'll take for the chosen one (that's not what the prophecy calls them but its okay) to bring them together so swift just kinda. holds out hope for a while. but eventually they lose faith and only adhere to the prophecy because it predicts sky's gonna die early. which becomes the only thing they care about.

FAST FORWARD TO THE MODERN DAY python's a human and he's an old man and it ends up in this little town called overgaard and he (literally) runs into these two girls named ruby and java!! and within a second of shaking both of their hands it's like oh. they're The Ones huh. (keep in mind he barely remembers anything about the prophecy so like. yeah sure theres two chosen ones. why not. and it n ruby n java hit it off really well!! (ok more so like ruby and python hit it off java kinda hates him initially LOL) but eventually python knows that like. even though he hates responsibility he should do something about. this. like this is kinda important

now python's been on earth for a while. and they know there's exactly one (1) place here that swift can occasionally be found on. and that place is called purity's garden!! and it just so happens there's a gateway to it in overgaard!!! but uhhh unbeknownst to him two humans unexpectedly FOLLOW him into this place that very few, if any, humans have stepped into for the past couple thousand years. but uhhh swift does end up being there and python basically walks up to her and is like "hey girl so i know we havent talked since i abandoned you without saying goodbye hundreds of years ago but i think i found the two kids from the prophecy ^o^"

now swift has been studying the prophecy for AGES. she KNOWS that there's only one chosen one. and sky also knows that the shitbag who honestly ruined her life just came bsck without any kind of explanation or apology for doing so. AND he's just wholeass lying to them on top of that. so she's not very happy until lo and behold !!!!!!! thw two kids from the prophecy come to intervene!!!!!!! and at first swift is like "python these are just normal humans you fuckinf loser". but python INSISTS tjeyre the chosen ones, swears it on every bone in his body. amd she's like "i'll literally prove it to you ill SHOW you the prophecy" but!! when they get there!!!! the prophecy suddenly says there IS two chosen ones!!!!!!!!!!! and swift is losing it because sky's literally spent every day of python's absense memorizing that shit down to the SPECIFIC INFLECTION OF EACH WORD and somehow she mustve fuckijg forgotten that the prophecy calls for two people. ok. Fine. she can be cool about this . itll be Fuckinf Fine. so she reluctany trains these two alongside python in order to become skilled enough to defeat this evil demon thing that threatens. the fabric of the universe actually.

and BADABING BADABOOM that's most of s1 :-) everythinf just kinda follows that plot. and by that i mean the prophecy keeps fucking changing because it turns out having two people instead of one kinda changed everything WAY more than it fucking should. but its okay.

uhhh other than that the negative spirits take vysel as their pawn on the 200th anniversary of his death amd start rebuilding his prescence in the cutural consciousness only to make him like. the most hateable person ever. because negative actions and emotions make them stronger. and vysel's cool with it because he's a shallow asshole who only wants fame and attention even to the point of sacrificing his identity and personality both to the internet gods and to. the kinda demon things possessing him

although the whole training arc is going on (which does get some episodes dedicated to it tbf) most of the episodes in s1 are actually moreso slice of life stuff. a whole year passes between java and ruby finding out they're "chosen ones" and the end of s1 so they still have a lot of time to like. interact with their families or reconnect with old friends (as two conpletely nonspecific examples) . and about halfway thru the season vysel shows up proper and the story has urgency now yippee!!!!!

anywhoozle like i said in that one post. and i should probably explain how this happens so im gonna do that rq . but basically i've talked about this thing called imprisoned rogues before? they're basically intergalactic super criminals . if you do something that endangers an entire planet or more the gods will come up with some sort of unique enless trap for you to stay in for all eternity. like for example an endless staircase you never stop climbing or your consciousness being transferred into an inanimate object. shit like that. and all these rogues are kept in sectors that only gods can make portals to. but the collection of negative spirits within vysel have become so strong they can collectively create one giant portal to send everyone through. where they would presumably die (except for swift who they're now confident they can kill if she gets singled out ^_^). which is much safer than trying to kill them directly. and of course thats the one day java and c+ actually decided to hang out with each other for the first time in 3 years so uhhhh get fucked jobs georg you and your girlbestie get sent to the hell dimension !!!

and yada yada emotional turmoil happens and they eventually decide that letting java die out there isn't a particularly great idea and they save her but by then the endgame has pretty much started. the other gods finally start to help when they realize that this is actually. yk. a big fucking deal. and the prescence of two people is actually enough to cause the prophecy to change so much that both swift and python get to live in the end WOOOOOO (well. they live in some timelines that is. but dw about tjat its Not important ^_^) vysel dies in the process and everything is hashtag awesome the end . oh my lord that took so long to explain sorry LOL

UHHHHH S2'S PLOT ISNT NEARLY AS COMPLUCATED THANKFULLY. basically another year passes after the end of s1 and everyone's hanging out and being friends and whatever. but even after that time swift couldnt shake the feeling that something was wronf with the prophecy. she figured out it was changing but she couldn't understand why. but it wasn't really worth worrying about because they had to stop vysel. but after all was said and done she decided to visit one specific imprisoned rogue in particular, who sought to gain all the knowledge in the universe. so to punish xem the gods GAVE xem infinite knowledge but also put xem in a pitch black, inescapable room, so no one else can possibly hear xyr knowledge. which was what xe wanted in the first place. how fun ANYWAYS xe's not at all important ^_^ the point is that swift finally caves and asks xem what happened and xe's like oh!! some human kid fucked it up lol :) now can you free me now that i told you that and swift's like . sorry buddy its kinda hard to take back your knowledge now that you have it . but we'll figure out something for you !! (sky never does /J)

ANYWAYS the point of all this that swift figures that the human that altered the prophecy is the REAL chosen one. and even after all this time there's still no one to take the place of swift and python (which. swift being the god of all energy is a major reason why they're so unhappy in the first place. so of course they dont wanna put this burden on ruby or java or python.) but they figure that if this humam is old enough and experienced enough to be able to change the future in such a drastic way, then with some more experience and love for the universe they'd absolutely be able to take up this role. right ?

SIKE!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE KID THAT DID ALL THIS IS SOME SHITTY 15 YEAR OLD SCENEMO KID!!!!!!!!!! GET PRANKED LOSER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

so they kinda have an issue. cuz swift absolutely Cannot handle being a god anymore . but this kid (named requiem) doesnt wanna do it either. and also said kid is way too powerful to just. stay let loose. so they're like hey man!!!! you can like. change the future and shit isnt that cool. and this kinda freaks requiem out they're like THATS WHAT THE PROPHETIC STRESS DREAMS ARE ABOUT?????? ALSO WHO ARE YOU so automatically they're even worse now

and the main 4 are like. hey. ik we really stressed you out before and were sorry but we can also get you out of here because youre very obviously depressed. and requiem's not great rn but they also Are Depressed and Have No Plans For The Future so they're like. okay. their parents are okay with this btw because theyre. aghh

so basically s2 is about trying to get requiem to appreciate life. because we dont want this child who can change the future to be sad all the time. or angry. or yk. evil. which sounds kinda shallow but they develop into really good friends!!! and they found family each other ....... bless. so they travel the world and see things from so many other perspectives and this is the season where i kinds go creazy with the worldbuilding ....... its for me to have fun . win

and uh . funny story i STILL dont have a proper ending for s2 .......... i have ideas i just need to think of how such a thing would happen. but i will get back to you when i come up with something ! dw

and erm thats kinda it ... there's also a side story with themes and motifs AND two blokes who do fuck all. but i dont talk about that one as much but its okay!!!! i will soon.......... stayyyyyy tuned ^_^

#plot tag #plot 2 tag #<- mentioned briefly at the end #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #NOT checkijg this for typos . good lard . i hope this makes sense hsgrrjsbdmanvdjd

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trikruismybitch · 1 year ago

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Angst Prompts

* “Imagine the worst things you think about yourself. Now how would you feel when the one person you trusted most in the world, not only thinks them too, but actually used them as reasons not to be with you.”

* “I know I’ve hurt you, but I still love you” “Well, excuse me if I don’t fall for that or you ever again.”

* "well at least she treats me like im somebody!" "Yeah will she love you if you were nobody!?" "Nobody loved me when i was nobody!" "i did"

* “Does she make you laugh?” “She doesn’t make me cry”

* “I feel like I’m in the wrong world. ‘Cause I don’t belong in a world where we don’t end up together. I don’t..there are parallel universes out there where this didn’t happen. Where I was with you, and you were with me. And whatever universe that is, that’s the one my heart lives in.”

* “You took a piece of me, and I let you. And that will never happen again.”

* “The worst thing I ever did. The darkest thought I ever had. You said you would stand by me through anything. This Y/n is anything” “I never thought that the worst thing you’d ever do, would be to me.”

* “You and I loved each other. And then you broke me heart.”

* “I can’t keep being your second choice. Not when your my first.”

* “Oh this is nothing” “You’ve had worse” “Have you ever loved someone that didn’t love you back?”

* “All I’ve ever wanted to be is loved.”

* “My mother thought I was a monster, she was right, of course, but it still hurt.”

* “I love you” “then prove it”

* “She’s not worth it” “yeah she is”

* “I wish I had done everything on earth with you.”

* “I wish I knew how to quit you.”

* “But the hearts not like a box that gets filled up, it expands the more you love.”

* “I would rather die tomorrow, then live a hundred years without you.”

* “Your so stupid (name)! Why did you do that! Why?” “You jump I jump right?”

* “Can’t you see? Every step I have taken, since I was that child on a bridge, has been to bring myself a step closer to you.”

* “I’m also just a girl standing in-front of (gender), asking (gender) to love her.”

* “You were my new dream” “And you were mine”

* “This, this part of you, don’t destroy it.”

* “I don’t want to be worshipped I want to be loved.”

* “And the last thing you will ever see will be me because I love you.”

* “You stole what was left of my heart and now I have lost you forever. I swear, no harm will come to you as long as I live. And not a day shall past, that I don’t miss your smile.”

* “Because I want you! All of you. forever.”

* “You can rest now.”

* “You have your mothers eyes.”

* “I waited for you for seven years, and now it’s too late.”

* “All of you, liars. You’re only happy when you can see something die.”

* “But I am, so lonely.”

* “(Name)? (Name) come on, you got to get up.”

* “I will never let go, I promise.”

* “Take her to the moon for me.”

* “Don’t put me in the dark. I’m afraid of the dark.”

* “Stop crying.”

* “Loneliness has followed me my whole life, everywhere.”

* “You still go to bed every night, going over every detail, and wonder what you did wrong or how you could have misunderstood.”

* “Well I am fine, I will be fine, really.”

* “You are the saddest girl I’ve ever met” “your the first person who has ever said that. I am usually told how happy I am.”

* “I want to be great or nothing.”

* “And all the while, I feel I am, standing in a crowded room screaming at the top of my lungs and no one even looks up.”

* “I don’t know that I find myself anywhere.”

* “Trust is for fool. Fear is the only reliable way.”

* “Most of the time, most days I feel nothing. I don’t feel anything. It is so boring, I wake up and I think, again? Really? I have to do this again?”

* “If your going to let one stupid prick ruin your life.”

* “Now you respect me because I’m a threat.”

* “Because that’s what you are, that’s what you’ll always be.”

* “Why do we fall in love with the wrong people?” “We accept the love we think we deserve.”

* “You have to let me go, you have to let me let you go. I need you to do that for me.”

* “You know, ever since we were little I would get this feeling like, like I’m floating outside of my body looking down on myself and I hate what I see, how I’m acting, the way I sound, and I don’t know how to change it and I’m so scared that, that feeling is never going to go away.

* “I know a lot of you probably hate me right now and I get it. If I could be a different person, I promise you I would. Not because I want it, but because they do.”

* “There’s all of this pressure to be all of these things to be fucking perfect but I’m not. I’m not fucking perfect.”

* “I’m fine, yeah besides from the not sleeping, the jumpiness, the constant overwhelming crushing fear that something terrible’s about to happen.”

* “I’ll always love you cus’ we grew up together and you helped make me who I am. I just wanted you to know there will be a piece of you in me always and I’m grateful for that.”

* “I will not be the person you settle for just because you can’t have her.”

* “I used to think you were the best thing that happened, but now I think you might maybe be the worst thing.”

* “I told my story and you judged me?”

* “You are afraid to be alive. You're afraid to live. You're a conformist. You're a liar. I opened up to you and you judged me. You're an asshole. You're an asshole!”

* “I don’t want to survive. I want to live.”

* “I’m not bad, I’m just drawn that way.”

* “Love cannot be found where it doesn’t exist, nor can it be hidden where it truly does.”

* “Only if you find peace within yourself will you find true connection with others.”

* “I wanted it to be you, I wanted it to be you so badly."

* “I love her. She breaks my heart again and again, but I love her.”

* “I love every broken bone in your body.”

* “I miss you. I miss not touching each other. Not seeing each other, not breathing in each other. I want you all the time—no one else.”

* "I want to tell you with my remaining strength that I love you. I always have. I'll drift next to you every day as a ghost just to be with you. Even if I was banished to the darkest place, my love will keep me from being a lonely spirit."

* “To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves."

* "You are the love that came without warning; you had my heart before I could say no."

* You never loved me. You just loved how much I loved you.”

* “You always have a choice.”

* “You don't have any idea what I have or haven't done to get to where I am.”

* “I keep thinking about all the things I never said because I was so sure, there would be other days to say them.”

* “The greatest gift, what truly sets people apart. Is the ability to feel.”

* “I never wanted you to come back to (place), I always knew there was nothing here for you but pain and tragedy and I wanted something more for you then that.”

* “What happened to us?”

* “You abandoned me” “I needed you”

* “Why didn’t you just tell me that?” “Right, because when things go wrong you do the horrible thing, you do the ugly thing.”

* “So that’s it then? Your writing me off?”

* “I can’t wait around every time to pick up the pieces, every time you freak out!”

* “Don’t this, ok? Don’t leave me again.”

* “We are done, ok? No more surprises. No more excuses. No more chances, we’re done.”

* “They’re never going to understand me they would’ve even try.” What’s the point? I haven’t got anything” “everybody I love I lose.”

* “I am a crap person. I’m damaged, it’s no wonder everyone wants to leave me. I destroy everybody I love.”

* “I think you should go. You see I love you so much I just want you to be happy, even if that happiness no longer includes me.”

* “I don’t love you anymore.” “Since when?” “Now. Just now. Now please go.” “Don’t do this. Talk to me.”

* “Life is pain! I wake up every morning I’m in pain. I go to work in pain. You know how many times I wanted to just give up? How many times I’ve thought about ending it?”

* “The worst day of loving someone is losing them.”

* “What difference does it make? Because in the end, when you lose somebody, every candle, every prayer is not going to make up for the fact that the only thing you have left is a hole in your life where that somebody that you cared about used to be.”

* “What happens when the one who broke your heart is the only one who can fix it?”

* “One day you’re going to have to stop pretending everything’s okay.”

* “You don’t know what it’s like being in love with you. You know, when you and I were together, every single atom in my body told me that it was the right thing, that we were a perfect fit. And that kind of love, it can change your whole life.”

* “I don’t want to face my future without you.”

* “All I needed was for you to tell me you felt something…and you didn’t.”

* “You don’t know what I look like, when I’m not in love with you.”

* “When you lose someone, it stays with you forever. Always reminding you of how easy it is to get hurt.”

* “I’m scared that if I let myself be happy for just one moment, the world’s just gonna come crashing down. And I don’t know if I can survive.”

* “My nightmares are usually about losing you.”

* “I don’t wanna hate you. Because if I hate you, then I have nothing left.”

* “The truth is you’re better of without me.”

* “I wake up everyday and I feel okay, but there’s something missing. Like a hole. Some people they fit in life, or whatever. I don’t.”

* “You know you’re making the wrong choice, yet you make it anyways.”

* “Truth is I’ve tried to stop thinking about you. But I can’t.”

* "Just say that you missed me as much as I missed you."

* “I need to say it once. You need to hear it. I love you, (name).”

* “Despite all that we've done, all those we've lost, we're still here. You're not alone.”

* “If you lay even a finger on her I swear I will make you suffer in ways even your evil mind can't imagine.”

* “No, you don't get to ignore me for days and then suddenly act like you're concerned, (name). Just for once, would you please trust me that when I say I will do something and it’ll get done?”

* “You came back” “I always come back”

* “Why are you trying to put together your family when it's so clear that one part of it is broken?” “The definition of the word broken suggests that something can be fixed.”

* “If I’m gonna die might as well make it epic.”

* “(Name), you may think that I don't care about you, but you're wrong. I know what it's like to have your life stripped away from you because of other people's bad decisions. How do you think I became a vampire?”

* “I...let this person in. I let her in. I don't let people in. You knew this, and you've taken her from me. I needed her and you've broken me.”

* “You're scared. Because the people you love are angry with you.”

* “Deal with your jealousy. Deal with your shortcomings. Don’t put your crap on me.”

* “You never think that the last time is the last time. You think there will be more. You think you have forever but you don’t.”

* “Maybe we like the pain. Maybe we’re wired that way. Because without it, I don’t know; maybe we just wouldn’t feel real. What that saying? Why do I keep hitting himself with a hammer.”

* “I’m not in love with you, I’m in love with not being alone.”

* “I want so much for you. For both of us. So much more than this. More then being stuck with someone who feels stuck. I want you to feel free.”

* “Don’t look at me like that. Like I’m damaged goods. I’m still me. I’m still here.”

* “Don’t let what (gender) wants eclipse what you need. (Gender) is very dreamy, but he’s not the sun. You are.”

* “It’ll hurt every time you think of her. But over time, it will hurt less and less. And eventually you’ll remember her and it will only hurt a little.”

* “Grief may be a thing we all have in common but it looks different on everyone. It isn’t just death we have to grieve. It’s life, it’s loss, it’s change. And when we wonder why it has to suck so much sometimes, it has to hurt bad.”

* “If you love two people at the same time, choose the second one. Because if you truly loved the first one, you wouldn’t have fallen for the second.”

* “I want you, I choose you!” “If you truly loved me you would have never fallen in love with someone else. I shouldn’t be a choose, I have enough respect for myself to not get back with you no matter how much you mean to me.”

* “Isn’t it frustrating. Wanting someone who doesn’t want you back.”

* “I want you to be happy even though we’re not together. Though I’m no longer part of that happiness, I’m so happy that you were part of my life.”

* “It's okay. We met and we talked and it was epic, but then the sun came up and reality set in.”

* “Tell me it isn’t true. Please. Tell me I heard wrong.”

* “Please tell me your joking.”

* “What did I do?” “Doesn’t matter it’s done, we’re done.” “Wait, what are you talking about?” “Did you feel sorry for me? Was I your charity case is that why you asked me out?” “What does that even mean” “You figured you could toy with me until someone better came along and I wouldn’t mind.” “You know what sucks about falling for a (gender) you know you're not right for? You fall anyway 'cause you think (gender) might turn out to be different”

* “I could’ve held you in my arms forever, still wouldn’t have been enough.”

* “Don’t do that, please don’t do that! You do not know how I feel!”

* “You gotta let go of that stuff from the past because it just doesn’t matter. The only thing that matters is what you choose to be now.” “You’re right.”

* “Some days I can’t stop thinking about you and other days I wonder why I’m wasting my time.”

👇 optional

* “Then leave! I don’t care if you leave, I was doing fine without you once. I can do it again.”

* “Love is just not enough. You need space so that you can be fully you.”

* “You are my first love And I want-more than anything, for you to be my last..But I can’t do this anymore.”

* “I want you to hear you say you don’t love me. Because if you say that-Than I won’t call you and I won’t be in your life.” “I don’t love you.”

* “Act normal, mom (or other). I wanna be normal!”

* “You still go to bed every night going over every detail and wonder what you did wrong or how....you could have misunderstood

* “But mostly i hate the way, I don’t hate you, not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.”

* “You know ever since we were little, I would get this feeling like, like I’m floating outside of my body looking down on myself, and I have what I see, how I’m acting, the way I sound and I don’t know how to change it, and I’m scared that feeling is never going to go away.”

* “Words cut deeper then any blade.”

* “The longer you love the more you realize that reality is just made of pain, suffering and emptiness.” “What about love?” “Love brings pain and suffering and you left with emptiness.” “But the memories of those you love. Aren’t they better then never loving?”

* “Do you regret what you did?” “Yes of course-!” “Then learn from it and move on. There’s no point of looking back.”

* “Be strong and move on! It’s for you you to be happy again!”

* “If you push me away I promise you, you won’t find me where you left me. My hearts big but not big enough to deal with people, who only decide to love me when it’s convenient.”

* “Things end. People change. And you know what? Life moves on.”

* “My heart shattered in pieces when I see the way you look at him-the way you used to look at me.”

* “You won’t know real pain until you watch the person you love most in this world slowly give up on you...and all you can do is watch as they leave you stranded to deal with all the pain on your own while they already found someone to replace you with (or they’ve already moved on).”

* “Shhh it’s okay.” “Crying is how your heart speaks, when you lips can’t explain the pain you feel.”

* “You didn’t lie to me because you didn’t want to hurt my feelings, you lied because you knew I would’ve never stood for it!” (Implied cheatin)

* “This can’t be happening, this can’t be it.” “Then how come it is.”

* “A relationship that starts with a breakup ends is doomed to end with a breakup.”

* “Your back” “Yeah, I just got back. You’ve changed.” “A lot can change in a year.” “What can change in a year?” “Everything.” “Even the people you love?” “Especially the people you love.”

* "Hurts, Doesn't It? Being Lied To. Being Told You're One Thing And Then Learning It's All A Fiction."

* “I am not the villain in this story, I do what I do because there is no choice.”

* "Sometimes the person you'd take a bullet for is behind the gun."

#angst prompt #angst #angsty prompts #story prompt #writing prompts #prompts

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wutheringwaters · 2 years ago

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Firstly, I would like to say that everything you write I absolutely love so when I first came across this trope, neighbors and older harry, I knew instantly this was going to be a fav. I’ve been meaning to reblog each chapter with every thought process I had for awhile now. I’ve read up to chapter 3 before and have a lot of catching up to do! So here goes and prepare for a spam of all your writing:

“He became the eye candy of your neighbourhood very quickly, and he had no problem accepting all the baked goods and warm welcomes all the single and married women of the street delivered” The way I can envision this and the previous beginning paragraphs, it’s like straight out of a movie scene! I loooove your detailed writing!!

“and he’d bid you a good morning with that classic smirk of his” I would never be one to jog in the morning, but I would be a fucking athlete if it meant passing him along the way 🫡

“it didn't matter what night it occurred, or if you had plans, because the second you were invited you were changing your entire life to make sure you could stay back and eat with him.” SO REAL. SO ME. MOST ACCURATE REPRESENTATION.

HER FANTASY BEFORE HER CAME HOME 🤭THE FUCKING ST LAURENT SUIT WILL FOREVER KEEP ME IN A CHOKEHOLD!!! GIRLIE I GET IT TOO!! ITS A PIECE OF WALKING ART!!!!

“Harry didn't care one bit that Archie was jumping all over him and possibly ruining his St. Laurent suit, the very same suit you were just fantasising about.” no bc this is just so attractive, how can one not swoon?? him and archies interactions >>>

and i know it’s been confirmed that archie is a golden retriever and it’s so perfect bc i remember the first time reading rich that’s all I imagined him as.

“as he returned to his towering height over you.” say less 🧎🏽‍♀️ tall men>>>> but specifically and especially harry >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

“Call it an unhealthy obsession, or pure lust over someone too young for him. Either way, Harry needed to see you daily to be satisfied. He could never find anyone that turned him on like you did” IM ABSOLUTELY LOVING THISSSSSS FEED ME MORE

“Harry took a step towards you and tilted your head up by your chin, so you were forced to look at him. His touch was so light and gentle”SPIRALING ALREADY 😵‍💫 THIS GETS ME EVERY TIME 😵‍💫

"Good, that's what I like to hear" He grinned, his thumb brushing against your lower lip ever so gently.” You’re coming for my life atp.

“and you were so nervous all you could do was nod. "Good girl. You're always so helpful, y'know that?" the praise is going straight to my head and to my 🤸🏽‍♀️ praise, praise, praise, oh how I love you.

“You tried to ignore the throbbing between your legs as you set the table” me too bestie, this isn’t for the weak

“He was just so… pretty, and he had such a way with words you felt drawn in the more he spoke.” This is such an accurate description, like he’s just so magnetizing?? ugh fucking harry bro

“Good girl. You’re too good for some college fuck boy, anyway. I’ve had my time in college and trust me, they’re all dickheads. Can barely find the clit, half of them” he scoffed” OK BUT HES SO FORWARD AND ITS SO HOT. AND THE FACT THAT HE DIDNT LIKE THE IDEA OF HER WITH SOMEONE ELSE AND ITS PISSING HIM OFF?? HOT.

“Who should I go for then? Someone like you?” OH SHES BOLD BOLD NOW!!

“Harry gripped your chin and turned your face to force your gaze on him. "What's the matter, love? You get nervous when I look at you like this?" he smirked, tracing his thumb along your bottom lip to pull it out from your teeth.” SHUT THE FUCK UP HES A MENACE I SWEAR. I WANT THIS TATTED ON MY FOREHEAD PLS.

“Ah”, he tutted “too bad you’ve had too much to drink” he sighed out in disappointment and let go of your face leaning back into his chair with a triumphant smirk on his face.” something about his smugness and teasing, can put anyone on their knees

“You know what... you want me to fuck you? Prove it” this is where my slut era would begin. any feminism would leave my soul, mind, and body. I cook, clean, and serve this man right here!

“Harry sat there relaxed and with no readable expression on his face, his arms wide on the back of the couch.” MANSPREADING ON THE COUCH?? DECEASED.

“you placed a hand on each of his thighs and used them for balance to get on your knees between his legs” The way the first thing she does is get on her knees. She’s so real for this. I would’ve been on my knees for this man instantly!! Most realistic thing ever 🧎🏽‍♀️

“You wanna suck my cock?” He cooed, tucking a piece of hair behind your head before caressing the side of your face and tipping your chin up.”Everything he says causes my heart to spasm. Going into respiratory shock but first and most importantly, I volunteer as tribute next!!! YES SIR I DO SIGN ME UP!!!

“He tried to watch you, because he had imagined the sight of you on your knees before him dozens of times and wanted to take in every detail for the next time he jerked off to you” I love the fact that he’s just as attracted to her as she is to him yet he’s acting oblivious to it. This scratches the itch in my brain. I’m truly truly loving this.

“He caressed your face and collected the come that landed on your cheeks and forehead on two fingers before smearing it over your lips. He rubbed it along your tongue, where his come was still sitting next, painting your entire tongue with it. “Swallow.” THIS NEEDS TO BE TATTED TOO. HANDS DOWN ONE OF MY FAV FUCKING PARTS. IM JUST SCREAMING CRYING DYING

“this all mine? Would let me do anything wouldn’t you?” He teased” You’re inside my mind I swear.

“and fuck maybe someday I will. But for tonight I’m gonna use a condom, alright?” wasn’t this just mr. one night stand only 🤪

“But you... he missed looking at your face”YUUUUPP HES FALLING THIS IS MORE THAN JUST PLEASURE BABY

“you covered his hand with your own and pressed it harder against your neck to force him to squeeze harder. You loved being choked, and you had fantasized about Harry doing it to you for years.” GET OUT OF MY HEAD 🫡 NEED THIS MAN TO ASPHYXIATE ME PLEASEEEEE

"I lost you there for a second, love. Thought you might need a break or some water before we do anything else" he replied with a soft smile” OH I NEED HIM BAD!! SOMEONE SEND ME A PURCHASE LINK ASAP. WTF HES SO SOFT CARING DOM POSSESSIVE SMUG EGOTISTICAL RESERVED AND NONCOMMITTAL YET OPPOSITE OF WHAT HE CLAIMS TO BE/WANT. I CAN FIX HIM YOUR HONOR LET ME BE BOB THE BUILDER!!

“How about we forgo the walk and do breakfast instead before I have to leave for work? Means you can sleep in a little more” AND THATS IT! I WOULD BE FALLING FOR HIM AND PLANNING MY WEDDING.

Wow. That was 😵‍💫🔪🧎🏽‍♀️ This was everything I’ve ever needed and more. I knew from the very beginning this series was gonna take me by the throat but by all means it exceeded every expectation. The plot, character details, descriptions, smut, dialogue, everything makes it feel so real and it’s crafted together so perfectly. I’m so excited and nervous for what’s to come but right now i’m busily admiring your writing!! You instantly draw people in and have everyone fiending for more! You’re gifted, truly. There’s only one way to describe how im feeling right now.. and that’s amy adams.

Rich H.S

Summary: Neighbour/Older!Harry. A Summer dogsitting job for Mr. Styles is a dream come true for any broke uni student. He's rich, gorgeous and finally fucks you after your weekly dinner together. A continuation of this sneak peak and semi-based off this request.

warning: penetration, oral (m & f recieving), dirty talk (like to the MAX), choking, spanking, hair pulling, daddy kink (only a little)

word count: 11k+

author’s note: enjoy this v smutty one shot. This definitely has the potential of having a part two, so let me know if that's something you'd like to see. Happy Reading! *Rich is now a series! Follow along on my blog and at the masterlist*

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When Mr. Styles moved next door, it felt like every single one of your fantasies had come alive. He was tall, older, devilishly handsome, and rich. You weren't sure what he did for work exactly, all you knew was that it made him work until 8pm most nights and afforded him an $80,000 car.

You weren't the most materialistic person, but god the way he oozed wealth made you drip in your panties. His entire wardrobe consisted of Gucci and St. Laurent, and he had no problem showing off every expensive item he owned.

He had exceptional style; one you were severely jealous of. Every day he left his house in a jaw-dropping outfit that you frothed over. They were all tailored to perfection and showcased the perfect body you knew he had underneath.

He became the eye candy of your neighbourhood very quickly, and he had no problem accepting all the baked goods and warm welcomes all the single and married women of the street delivered. He was as flirty and charming as he was private and reserved.

When he wanted to, he could charm the underwear off someone, and you knew for a fact that he had. Your room was adjacent to his, and even though there was a distance between your houses, you could hear the sounds of pleasure coming from his room when his guest was exceptionally loud.

The walk of shame was your favourite though. At least once a week someone would be sneaking out early in the morning. You liked your early morning walks, especially since the sun rose so early now that it was Summer, so you always saw the red-faced woman leaving his house while you were getting ready.

He never walked them out, which you noticed straight away, although he did leave not long after for his own morning walk. You’d always bump into each other as your route seemed to be opposites and took you past each other’s houses, and he’d bid you a good morning with that classic smirk of his.

He could be private when he wanted to though, and in the three years he had lived next door to you he had only attended one neighbourhood event and that was only because it was a going-away BBQ for when you left for university. You were quite close to your neighbours, so at the end of each Summer they’d host a BBQ for when your new school year would start, and you’d be off for months.

Your parents were the type to become friends with everyone in the neighbourhood, and Harry Styles was no exception. They welcomed him on his first night in his house and your mum baked him a cake for the occasion.

A strong friendship didn't form exactly, since he didn’t really like being too close to his neighbours, but they were friendly enough for your parents to volunteer you to be his dog walker/sitter while you were back home for your Summer break. His dog Archie was way too active to be satisfied with the daily walk Harry provided and way too people loving to go all day without seeing another person.

Harry had managed so far with doggie day care’s and hiring professional dog walkers but when your parents suggested that you could take over while you were home, he jumped on the opportunity. Harry liked that Archie was able to be in his own space during the day, and he trusted that you'd look after him much better than some stranger.

You usually applied for Summer jobs and had one lined up ready for when you got home, so you weren't lying around doing nothing for weeks. This year you were too caught up in exams to organise something.

Taking care of an adorable puppy for an insanely hot rich guy who usually tipped you on top of what he was putting into your account weekly was the perfect gig. It was right next door, and Harry gave you free rein to take Archie anywhere. You the option of either hanging out with him at his house or bringing him to yours, but you usually went to Harry’s to get out of the house.

As long as he was fed and walked once a day, Harry was a lot more relaxed about the job than you thought he'd be. He had a lot of trust in you, and slowly but surely, you'd say you even became friends with him.

You usually hung out with Archie for the second half of the day. On the days you had plans you’d do something in the morning then walk him in the afternoon before spending the rest of the day with him. Harry had a pool so more often than not you used that daily to get some laps in and cool down.

Your routine would change depending on your plans, but you always made sure you were around for Harry to come home. Archie hated the dark, and while the sun was setting later since it was Summer, Harry still arrived home once it had set most nights. It was easy to fit in your day, especially since you were getting paid for it.

Most nights you'd have some quick small talk, check him out and fantasise about him when he wasn’t looking at you directly and you'd be on your way home. But some days he’d stop you during your morning walk and invite you to join him for dinner. He’d bring home takeaway and always shouted your meal which was a bonus.

It happened once a week, always on a different night. But it didn't matter what night it occurred, or if you had plans, because the second you were invited you were changing your entire life to make sure you could stay back and eat with him.

That man made you so ravenous you had never experienced hunger like you did over his cock. He hadn't fucked you, nor insinuated that he wanted to fuck you but that didn't stop you from thinking about it.

You thought about every position, every activity, every room, and flat surface in his house he could fuck you on. Hell, by now you had done so much snooping you knew his wardrobe like the back of your hand and had pictured every article of clothing on him and how he'd look in each one while he was hovered over you.

Your favourite fantasy was him wearing his classic black St. Laurent suit. He'd come home and bend you over the nearest surface, the arm of his couch, or the dining table and absolutely wreck your pussy. He'd be so riled up he wouldn't even remove the suit, simply undo his pants, and fuck all his anger out on you.

He'd have you crying and begging to come, his hand wrapped tightly around your neck while the other covered your mouth so your cries wouldn't alert the neighbours. He'd whisper the filthiest words in your mouth and fuck you so hard your legs shook with every-

Archie's loud barking interrupted your daydreaming, and he suddenly jumped off the couch where you two were relaxing and ran to the front door. You heard the beep of Harry's car locking a second later, prompting you to get up and open the door before he had to unlock it himself.

"Is your daddy home Archie? Is that your daddy?" you cooed to Archie as you opened the front door to find Harry standing there with his briefcase in one hand and a plastic bag of Chinese takeaway in the other. "Hey Harry, here, let me" you greeted, grabbing the bag from him as he walked in.

"Thanks, love" he winked, making you blush and avoid eye contact with him. "Hi Archie, how's my strong boy? You have a good day with y/n? I heard you swam in the pool" Harry cooed, putting his briefcase down without care and bending at the waist so he could give Archie belly scratches and kisses all over his head and snout.

Harry didn't care one bit that Archie was jumping all over him and possibly ruining his St. Laurent suit, the very same suit you were just fantasising about. Your mouth ran dry at the realisation, your face growing hotter at how inappropriate your thoughts had been.

You clutched onto the takeaway bag anxiously, praying he wouldn't see how flushed you were.

"How was he today y/n, was he a good boy? I hope the bath wasn't too much of a hass-" his words stopped when his attention switched from his baby to you, his eyebrows furrowing at the sight of your red cheeks. "Are you alright, love? You look a bit flushed?" he stood up, his head cocking as he returned to his towering height over you.

You only blushed more at the attention and looked at the ceiling momentarily to try and calm down. His height was another thing you loved. He towered over you and made you feel so small you wanted to fall to your knees in front of him.

"I'm fine! Just... hungry!" you replied quickly, holding up the food to emphasise your lie.

He didn't seem to believe your lie but nodded slowly anyway before grabbing his briefcase off the floor. A small smirk played on his lips, but you were too mortified at how horny you were to even notice.

"Mhmm... I'm just going to have a quick shower, do you need to freshen up or anything?" he asked with a raised brow, trying to ignore the sight of your bare legs clenched together so tight he wanted to pry them open.

You had sent photos of Archie in the pool today, and it was clear that you had joined him. That wasn't anything new, and Harry always had spare towels in the pool house and welcomed you to freshen up there after you swam.

What was new though, was that you were clearly still in your bikini. The loose button-up shirt you wore was long enough to cover your bum but see-through, so your bright pink bikini showed through.

Harry was having a hard time hiding how fucking attracted he was to you, especially with how exposed your legs were and how he could basically see your bare skin through the white material of your shirt. His mind spiralled with the knowledge that you swam in his pool in the first place... your pretty, young body swimming around with barely anything on.

Having you in front of him though, all flushed over something that definitely wasn't hunger and with your bikini-clad body so accessible was a new level of arousal for Harry.

His attraction to you was selfishly the key reason he wanted to give you this job. He knew you'd take care of Archie and his well-being was Harry's main priority in his life. He had no wife or kids, and no partner to keep him company, so Archie was his family.

More importantly, though, you were something pretty to look at every day and something to fuel his arousal when he tugged on his cock each night or fucked some desperate housewife. Call it an unhealthy obsession, or pure lust over someone too young for him. Either way, Harry needed to see you daily to be satisfied.

He could never find anyone that turned him on like you did. Your pretty eyes, your soft hair, those legs of yours that Harry wanted to wrap around his head. You were the personification of lust, even if you never tried to seduce him or even flirt with him.

He knew you were attracted to him, your cute blush across your cheeks and the way he always caught you looking at him when he left for work were key signs of it. Every morning on your daily walk he'd catch you with your head turned back looking at him after he passed you, and you always blushed after being caught.

That blush of yours killed him.

You'd always find some excuse to see him on the weekends too, whether it be because you forgot something or just missed Archie. He didn't care, and he always welcomed you in and offered you a drink while you checked him out.

You thought you were being inconspicuous, but you were always looking at him, watching him like you wanted to devour him and Harry noticed every time. He was so close to just coming home one day and bringing you to his bedroom before you could even ask him how his day was, he could practically taste your pussy.

"Oh, no, I didn't actually swim today! This was more for tanning and a strategic outfit for Archie's bath" you laughed, your words coming out fast as you looked down at your feet. The thought that Harry actually noticed what you were wearing made your body heat up more, butterflies fluttering in your stomach like crazy.

You caught him looking at you before. He was anything but subtle when he checked someone out, and every morning on your walk he'd scan you head to toe before greeting you. It was exhilarating to have him notice you like that, and equally as nerve-wracking.

Harry took a step towards you and tilted your head up by your chin, so you were forced to look at him. His touch was so light and gentle you easily could've pushed against it, but he had never touched you before, and certainly not to force your eyes on him so you didn’t dare push him away.

"And did you get a nice tan?" his voice was low and almost teasing. You had never heard him sound like that before, especially around you.

"Uhm, y-yes... a little" you whispered, your brain all foggy from his touch on your chin.

You could barely process his words, let alone reply coherently. If it weren't for the Chinese takeaway bags keeping your bodies separate, Harry would've been brushing right up against you. His one finger was already making you shudder with need, if any more of him touched you every cell in your body would've been on fire.

"Good, that's what I like to hear" He grinned, his thumb brushing against your lower lip ever so gently.

Your breath hitched at the movement, and you resisted the urge to bring his thumb into your mouth. He had never been so forward with you like this before.

"Can you set the table? There's a bottle of white in the fridge so help yourself" his touch didn't disappear from your face, and you were so nervous all you could do was nod. "Good girl. You're always so helpful, y'know that?"

"Um, thank you" you managed to get out, your knees buckling at how he called you a 'good girl'. He was a flirty man, but he was laying it thick tonight and you couldn't help but get excited about the idea of actually fucking him.

"You're cute" he chuckled, tapping your mouth with his thumb before pulling away completely. "I won't be too long" he walked away without a second glance like he hadn't just called you a good girl and traced your lips with his finger.

"What the fuck was that, Archie?" you asked him. Archie barked at you with his tail still wagging before he trotted off to follow Harry upstairs.

You tried to ignore the throbbing between your legs as you set the table. Heading for the wine first, you found it easily and poured yourself a glass before you did anything else. You drank the glass quickly to try and get some liquid courage into you, anything to help you act some type of normal after Harry nearly made you cream yourself.

Harry had bought some rice and meet dishes, so you left those in their containers and grabbed some serving spoons before pouring another glass of wine for yourself and one for Harry, so the missing glass you had already wouldn’t be so noticeable from the bottle. He said you could help yourself, but you knew he didn’t mean down a glass in 10 seconds to get over your own horniness and nerves.

You weren’t a child anymore, and yet it felt like you had never talked to a man before in your life. You had a good relationship with Harry and had never been uncomfortable or awkward around him. But when he flirted with you like this, called you a good girl and had his gorgeous… long… thick fingers near your mouth, you couldn’t even string a sentence together.

“I see you found the wine” Harry announced his presence and made you jump slightly from your position at the table.

You had nearly finished your second glass (you couldn’t help yourself, really) and were texting a guy from one of your classes who wanted to see how your break had been so far. It was a friendly conversation, and one you were only having to pass the time while you waited for Harry to finish showering.

“Yeah, it’s good” you looked up from your phone and resisted the urge to drop your jaw.

Harry was freshly showered with his hair still damp and falling down his eyes in such a boyish way he almost looked your age. He had on a pair of black shorts, hung low on his hips, and decided to forgo a shirt.

You tried not to stare, you really did. But you found yourself scanning him from head to toe, your eyes lingering longer on his toned abs and his cock that was so prominent you wanted to lick it through his shorts.

“Very… very good” you trailed off before taking a sip of your wine and looking away, your face heating up at the smirk on his face. Wine made you tipsy fast, and you were already feeling the effects and speaking your thoughts out loud.

“I bought it in Italy” he slid into the chair next to you, completely ignoring the plate and cutlery you set up in the spot opposite you. “I found it in a small deli in Tivoli, the owner, Giovani, gave me a sample and I was hooked…” he grabbed those items and put them in front of him as he spoke, arranging the knife and fork onto the napkin like you had previously done. “I ordered a whole barrel and got it shipped back to London. Giovani was so happy he invited me to have a meal with his family. That was the best pesto pasta I have ever had in my life”

You were mesmerised as he spoke, sipping on your wine and eyeing his lips and the way he formed his words. He was just so… pretty, and he had such a way with words you felt drawn in the more he spoke.

“Have you ever been to Italy?” he asked, “want a bit of everything?” he continued, pausing with a spoon of rice over your plate.

“Yes please” you replied, taking another sip before responding. “I’ve never really been out of the country before. I’d love to see Italy though, everything about it just seems so… beautiful”

“Your parents never take you on family holidays?” he asked with a raised brow, plating some more food for you before he moved onto his own.

“Rarely, they didn’t really have money for holidays when I was growing up. Now they do and I’m an adult… well, I don’t really have the money to join them on their trips” you shrugged, tracing your finger around the rim of your glass.

He let out a little hum of acknowledgement, “Well, if you ever get the opportunity, I know you’d love it. The food is amazing, and a pretty thing like you would fit in perfectly with the beautiful scenery” he took a spoonful of food, his compliment coming out smooth and hitting you right in your stomach.

“Maybe once I finish my degree” you blushed, taking your own spoonful, and looking down at your lap. You hated how shy he made you. It was beyond irritating how you couldn’t even look him in the eye while he complimented you, or even looked at you in a certain way.

Conversation flowed for a while about his travels. You liked hearing him talk so you kept asking him questions about Italy and other places he had been to. It was going great, and you really enjoyed talking to him… well mostly listening anyway.

Every time he asked you a question, though, you’d clam up while he looked at you. When he spoke, he was so animated, a true storyteller, but when he was listening his entire focus was on you and it freaked you out. He’d keep his eyes on you the entire time, and he had this look on his face that made you drip between your thighs.

His finger kept tracing the rim of that damn wine glass of his and it was making you think ungodly thoughts. You couldn’t contain your blush and you kept fumbling with your words because of the attention he was giving you.

You were talking about something Archie did today, a safety topic instead of talking about yourself when your phone buzzed and interrupted your sentence. You quickly looked at it to see who it was from and saw that it was the same guy from your class. You decided to ignore it and continue talking until he texted you again. You turned your phone upside down this time so you wouldn’t have to look at it again and looked back to find Harry looking right at you with a furrowed expression, instead of his classic flirty smile.

“Everything okay?”

“Oh yeah, just some guy in my class texting me” you shrugged, looking down at your empty plate.

“Is this ‘guy’ your boyfriend?” he couldn’t help himself. He leaned back on his chair and looked at you expectantly, waiting for your answer.

“No, definitely not. I don’t have a boyfriend”

“Good girl. You’re too good for some college fuck boy, anyway. I’ve had my time in college and trust me, they’re all dickheads. Can barely find the clit, half of them” he scoffed, taking a large swig of wine like the thought of you being with anyone else pissed him off.

Again, with the ‘good girl’. It made you want to drop to your knees and service him right under the table. The fact that he even said the word clit around you made you go absolutely feral, clenching your thighs to try and relieve some of the growing pressure between your legs.

You didn’t know whether it was the wine, or the fact that you had been so unbearably horny since before Harry got home, but you had this newfound confidence to say what you wanted. “Who should I go for then? Someone like you?”

It was definitely the wine.

The second the words left your mouth Harry’s head snapped to you and his pupils dilated just looking at you. It was like you throwing a somewhat flirty reply back to him provided some type of ammunition.

“Yes. Someone like me…” he trailed off, his eyes flicking between yours and your lips.

You bit down on your bottom lip subconsciously and avoided his gaze like you had been doing the entire night. Instead of letting it happen though, Harry gripped your chin and turned your face to force your gaze on him.

"What's the matter, love? You get nervous when I look at you like this?" he smirked, tracing his thumb along your bottom lip to pull it out from your teeth.

You let out a shuddered breath and leaned in closer to his touch, your eyes fluttering shut momentarily. “Yes. I’ve had too much wine and you make me nervous anyway, but now I’m like extra nervous” your words came out rushed and a little sloppy. You weren’t drunk, but you were definitely feeling the effects.

“hmm” he chuckled, cupping your jaw instead of your chin and moving your face around so he could get a good look at you “you’re so cute you know that, so… innocent… and yet I can’t stop thinking about bending you over this table and taking that innocence away from you”

You let out a little whimper, gripping onto the chair below you as you practically salivated at his words. Your eyes widened and now you definitely thought you were going to get fucked.

“We both know that’s a lie though, isn’t it. That you’re innocent?” He gripped your jaw harder this time and leaned in close while he tucked a piece of hair behind your ear with his other hand “you may think that I don’t know what goes through that pretty little head of yours, but I do. You want me to fuck you until you can’t walk anymore, isn’t that right, sweetheart?” He murmured.

Your mouth grew dry and you nodded, making a wide smirk grow on his face. “Ah”, he tutted “too bad you’ve had too much to drink” he sighed out in disappointment and let go of your face, leaning back into his chair with a triumphant smirk on his face.

“I-I haven’t” you sputtered out, way too eagerly. “I’m okay, promise”

It was annoying how fast wine hit you. If he gave you vodka you could’ve had five shots and been fine. Wine was never your choice of drink when you went out, so it went straight to your head.

If the wine you used to get over your nerves cockblocked you, you were never touching a drop of it again in your life. Especially since this cock belonged to a drop dead gorgeous, rich man who you knew would be the best dick you ever had.

He raised a brow and crossed his arms over his chest, poking his tongue into his cheek and looking you up and down in your chair. “How about we have some dessert then? And you stop drinking this” he moved your wine glass away from you, “then we’ll see how we go?”

“Okay”

The two of you cleaned up the table and dishes together while Harry jumped into another story, pretending like he hadn’t just talked about fucking you silly. It was a welcome distraction and gave you something to think about other than what just happened, but you could barely concentrate on what he was saying.

You were still unbearably wet between your thighs, and it was killing you. You knew if you put your fingers there, they’d be dripping. Fuck, at this point Harry could slip his cock right in you without any prep and it wouldn’t even hurt.

You would’ve loved the burn, anyway. Honesty, you hadn’t been fucked for a while and you craved the feeling of a big dick stretching you and making you ache, Harry’s big dick specifically.

“What are you thinking about, y/n?” Harry asked, scratching Archie’s ear and looking at you from his spot on the couch. He was sitting with his back against the arm rest, Archie laying between his legs with his chin on his thigh. You were sitting the same opposite him, your legs crossed in front of you.

“Nothing” you shrugged, biting down on your lip.

You couldn’t help but feel impatient now. He had been dragging it out since dinner, telling you all these stories, making you ice cream and moving it to the couch where Archie was laying between you two and being the ultimate cock block. You had sobered up already and if he didn’t fuck you soon you were going to leave and text your old hook-up or take care of things yourself.

“Liar” he smirked, “c’mon, tell me the truth. Close your eyes if it makes it easier. I know how nervous you get when I look at you. Your cheeks are already turning red” he cocked his head, almost daring you to finally speak your mind.

You tried to disprove his comment by controlling the heat in your face at the way he was looking at you, but he told the truth, and you couldn’t help but blush. Your next words didn’t help the situation either.

“I’m thinking that this is a waste of time and I’m better off finding someone else to fuck me if you won’t. I’m sober, so are you. So are you going to fuck me or not?” You didn’t sound the least bit confident in how you spoke, but Harry’s brows still rose quickly in surprise.

“Go to bed Archie” he told him, not taking his eyes off you as he played with his lips with his ringed fingers. Archie followed the command immediately, grabbing his toy in his mouth and trotting off to his dog bed upstairs. “They were some big words for someone so shy…” he commented, looking you up and down while tapping his fingers along the back of the couch. He let out a small hum like he was debating his words before he spoke again, “You know what... you want me to fuck you? Prove it”

You weren’t going to miss this opportunity when you were so goddamn horny you could cry. So you nodded and got off the couch, moving so you were standing right in front of him. Harry shifted so he was sitting facing you, his legs widened so you could step between them.

Harry sat there relaxed and with no readable expression on his face, his arms wide on the back of the couch. You knew he had been staring at your body all day, and you were still wearing your bikini under the sheer material of your shirt. You began to unbutton the shirt slowly to expose more and more of your skin.

His gaze darkened onto your body, and you could feel goosebumps rise all over your skin. You maintained eye contact with him as you finally let the shirt drop from your shoulders, leaving you standing there in a bikini that barely covered anything. It was one you basically only used for tanning, stringy and minimal for the smallest tan lines possible.

You didn’t wear it for Harry, but you were glad you chose it for today. The way he looked at you sent heat all over your body, and you loved it.

Harry’s hips shifted a little, drawing your eye to where his cock was slowly but surely hardening in his shorts. You couldn’t help but bite your lip when you noticed it, so you decided to take it a step further and undo the knot at your neck, causing your top to fall and expose your breasts. You undid the tie at your back next, so the top fell completely at your feet.

“Fuck…” he cursed, playing with his bottom lip as he stared right at your tits.

Harry was in two minds about what to do with you next. Part of him wanted to get you on your knees before him, and the other wanted to have you bouncing on his cock as soon as humanly possible. The way you were just standing there, so nervous looking with your pretty tits out before him was driving him crazy.

Before he could say or do anything else, you placed a hand on each of his thighs and used them for balance to get on your knees between his legs. His eyes widened for just a second, long enough to tell you that he wasn’t expecting you to do that. You couldn’t help but smile a little at his reaction, shifting on your knees to get comfortable.

“You wanna suck my cock?” He cooed, tucking a piece of hair behind your head before caressing the side of your face and tipping your chin up.

You nodded, bringing your hands to the waistband of his shorts. “Yes”

“Go on then sweetheart, show me what that mouth of yours can do” he smirked, slipping his thumb into your mouth before dragging your lip down. You bit down on it gently and nearly moaned when he brought the same thumb to his mouth to suck it clean.

He lifted his hips slightly so you could pull his shorts down, and oh god that would’ve had to be the prettiest cock you had ever seen. You pulled his shorts off completely with his help and chucked them behind you so you could focus on his cock.

It was so long and thick, a pretty pink tip just like his lips and resting up against his happy trail. It was practically staring at you and you were so excited to get a taste of it on your tongue. You looked up at Harry who smirked down at you and tilted his head towards you in a nod, telling you to get started.

You collected saliva in your mouth and spat on your hand for some lube before wrapping it around the base of his cock. Harry let out a shuddered breath at the feeling of your hand wrapped around him, squeezing hard enough for it to feel good but not hard enough for it to hurt.

You moved your hand up and down towards the base and used your mouth to pleasure his tip. You started with a small lick over his slit, humming at the salty taste of pre-come that had already started to collect. He let out the smallest moan, showing that he liked when you focused there. So you did it again and again, flicking your tongue over his slit while your hand squeezed and tugged at the base of his cock.

“Jesus fucking Christ sweetheart, you’re doing so well” he praised, caressing your hair before sliding his fingers into it and gripping gently. “Bring it into your mouth…” you did as instructed, sliding the tip of his cock into your mouth. “That’s it, fuck, that’s it…”

His head tilted back against the couch as he gently guided your mouth up and down his cock. He wasn’t rough, and didn’t force you to lower than you wanted to, but it kept you at the pace he wanted. You were still using your hand at his base, but decided to move it down to his balls so you could take him deeper into your mouth.

“Oh fuckk, I’m gonna come if you keep doing that” he groaned, his thighs tensing on either side of your shoulders at how heavenly it felt to have you fondle his balls.

This only encouraged you to keep going, digging your fingers into his thigh while you bopped over his cock and played with his balls in your other hand. His moaning was increasing, as was the tightness of his grip in your hair.

“I want you to come on my face, please” you panted, pulling off his cock only long enough to speak before you brought him back to your mouth.

It was like there was a switch in you. Before this you were so shy and cute, blushing at everything he said. But now? Here you were begging him to come on your face, and all it took was Harry's cock. Harry was addicted to this switch, and he wanted to make it permanent so you weren't so damn shy around him.

“Yeah? Is that so I can last all night and fuck you silly? Is that why you want me to come?” He teased, moving you faster over his cock.

You nodded the best you could and fondled his balls a little faster in your hand, bringing him further into your mouth and trying to relax your throat so you wouldn’t gag. The last thing you needed was throwing up all over his dick, especially when you had been craving it for years at this point.

“Yes, yes I want you to fuck me all night…” your voice was broken and rough from his cock. You started fisting his shaft in your hand and kitten-licking his tip again. You wanted his come and you would’ve drowned in it if you could.

“Want you to fuck me every way, in every room” you panted, sloppily licking at his balls before following the vein on the underside of him to his tip with your tongue. You did this over and over again, alternating between licking at his balls to sucking and flicking at his tip, all while your hand was pumping up and down over him.

Harry made you nervous, that was a given. But seeing him so fucked out because of what you were doing made you confident to say and do what you wanted. You were confident in your skills anyway, but Harry has always been an unattainable fantasy so making him feel good was the ultimate ego boost.

He was a mess above you. The second you started talking he could already feel himself getting closer and closer to his orgasm. He tried to watch you, because he had imagined the sight of you on your knees before him dozens of times and wanted to take in every detail for the next time he jerked off to you. But fucking hell with the way you were slobbering all over him and licking at his length so expertly he could barely keep his eyes open.

He didn’t expect it from you if he was being honest, but it was the best fucking surprise of his life. He loved a hot mouth and he could sit there and get a blowjob for hours if he could last. Yours would’ve had to be the best head he had received in a while, and the fact that it belonged to you was the cherry on top.

He didn’t know if he could keep this a one-night stand after this. He only ever did one-night stands and his plans for you were no different. But you were so fucking sexy and so eager to please, and you lived right next door and came to see him daily. The opportunity was always there, and he just couldn’t see himself not taking advantage of it in the future.

“Don’t stop y/n, I’m close” he groaned, tilting his head down to look at you as he moaned with an open mouth. His hair had stuck to his forehead where sweat had started to collect and his chest grew red at the beginning of his orgasm.

“Come for me, Harry. Give it to me” you encouraged, tapping his tip against your tongue as you pumped his length in one hand and played with his balls in the other.

“Fuckk, you’re so hot sweetheart, fucking love this, love your tongue” he moaned, his hand tightening in your hair as his abs started to tense up. “I’m gonna come... Take it. Fucking take it”

He let out a large moan and forced himself to look at you as he came. His come flew out in spurts, landing on your tongue and cheeks as you kept tapping his cock against your tongue. You hummed appreciatively against him and kept your mouth open to collect as much of his come as you could, not swallowing until he told you to.

God, he looked incredible as he came, his mouth dropped open and his eyes lidded and nearly closed in ecstasy. You wanted to see him come over and over again, and you would’ve done anything to make that happen.

“That’s a good girl, keep your mouth open and don’t swallow yet… fuck…” he panted as his cock started to soften in your hand. He caressed your face and collected the come that landed on your cheeks and forehead on two fingers before smearing it over your lips. He rubbed it along your tongue, where his come was still sitting next, painting your entire tongue with it. “Swallow, fucking swallow it all”

You did it immediately, opening your tongue to show him that it was all gone. He smiled down at you and cupped your face, pushing your mouth closed. “Good girl, god you’re so fucking perfect” his eyes drifted down to your tits for a moment, then lower to where your thighs were tensed closed.

He needed time before he could get hard again to fuck you and spending that time with his face buried in your cunt sounded like the perfect plan. “Stand up sweetheart” he instructed, giving you his hands so you could use them as leverage to stand up.

Your knees were shaky and your legs sore, but you didn’t care one bit. Sucking him off made you so horny and your clit felt like it could explode if he didn’t touch you.

“Take these off for me, need to see your pretty pussy” he cooed, gently grabbing your hips and looking from your bikini bottoms to your eyes.

You released a shaky breath and nodded before tucking your thumbs into the sides of your bikini and pushing it down, so it fell at your feet. You felt extremely vulnerable with how focused he was on scanning you head to toe, but you kept your eyes on his and didn’t look away this time. You just had his cock in your mouth and made him come; if anything you wanted him to see you… all of you.

Harry’s mouth grew dry at the sight of you in front of him, all trimmed and fucking soaked. He could see how wet your folds were in the dim lighting, so shiny and soft. He suddenly wished he didn’t let you finish him off.

His cock was sore just looking at you and he knew that he’d have to get himself hard again as soon as possible. At the same time though, he was glad that his cock was soft because he craved your taste and wanted to have you ride his face until he was covered in your arousal.

He stood quickly and slid a hand into your hair at the back of your head, pulling your face towards his and kissing you passionately before you could even process what was happening. With a firm grip on your hip, he pulled you flush against him, angling your face in the way he wanted so he could kiss you.

He could taste his own come on your tongue, yet that didn’t deter him and if anything, it only made your attraction to him grow. Most of the men you had hooked up with absolutely refused to kiss you after you gave them head but always encouraged you to kiss them after they ate you out (on the rare occasion they did).

The kiss was absolutely dizzying, and you kissed back eagerly, wounding your fingers through his hair so he wouldn’t pull away. You had dreamt about his lips for the longest time, and they definitely lived up to your expectations. They were soft and plump, and he kissed so well you couldn’t help but moan into his mouth.

This only seemed to encourage him, causing him to smirk against your mouth and nibble on your bottom lip. In the shortest time, your lips were already becoming sore, but you loved it and only craved more of him. Harry let out a little groan when you decided to bite back, and you took advantage of the opportunity and slipped your tongue into his mouth.

Harry loved when you took control, even though you seemed to relinquish it soon after, he loved that you told him what you wanted. He fisted at your hair tighter, causing you to whimper in pain and scratch at his scalp a little as he gladly slid his tongue against yours. His hand moved from your hip to your ass, grabbing onto it firmly and kneading it in his hand. He suddenly drew his hand back and slapped your ass hard, making you jolt against him and whine into his mouth.

The pain only made you wetter, and between his warm chest pressed against yours and his hand in your hair, you were ready to jump on his cock. Before you could even plead for more, Harry pulled away and tucked his hands under your ass, forcing you to jump and wrap your legs around his waist so he could carry you.

You held tight while he walked you through his house. You kissed from his jaw and down along the column of his neck, a low hum of appreciation escaping his lips. When you met the bottom of his neck you decided to bite down in the junction where his neck met his shoulder, sucking right after to try and create a mark.

“You’re so going to regret that, sweetheart” he chuckled, slapping your ass hard as he continued walking. You smiled and licked the spot you bit, trailing your tongue up to his ear where you tugged on it. He spanked you again and groaned in your ear, loving how playful you were being.

When you made it to his bedroom, he closed the door to keep Archie out then laid you on the bed and unwrapped your legs from his waist, kneeling between them. He grabbed onto your wrists and pinned them above your head, smirking down at you. “Keep these here, understand?”

“Yes,” you nodded, keeping them above your head after he let them go.

He started doing the exact same thing you were doing to him; he held onto your jaw and angled your face up so he could kiss along it before moving down the column of your neck. This time though, he took a lot longer going down there, stopping to nip and bite at so many spots until you were squirming underneath him.

He hovered over you, now using both arms to keep himself balanced as he smirked up at you. He continued moving down along your collarbones, nipping right on top of your left one when he felt you shudder at his kiss there.

It was like he was trying to find every sensitive spot on your body, kissing and licking around until you twitched or sighed or did anything that indicated that he reached somewhere sensitive. As soon as he knew it, he’d attack it and create one pretty bruised mark after the other.

It was both heaven and pure torture. His lips felt amazing going over your body but his knees were keeping your legs wide so you couldn’t squeeze them together to relieve the tension. You needed him to touch you, bad, and when he got to your nipples this only got worst.

“These are the prettiest tits I’ve ever seen in my life” he complimented, squeezing one in his hand before leaning down to tug on it gently between his teeth. You whimpered and scrunched your hands into fists to try and keep them there, fighting the urge to tug on his hair.

“Gorgeous, just so fucking gorgeous you are. And all mine, hmm?” He switched to your other breast, flicking his tongue against your nipple before bringing it into his mouth and sucking on it. He released it with a pop before speaking again, “this all mine?” He cooed, maintaining eye contact with you as he leant down to bite it again, dragging it back in his teeth.

“Yes, oh god, yes… all yours” you moaned, your thighs attempting to close around Harry’s legs.

“I know… ohh baby, I know. Would let me do anything wouldn’t you?” He teased, kissing lower down and dragging his tongue along the centre of your stomach. He placed his hands on your inner thighs to pin them open as he slid down onto his stomach so he could kiss below your belly button. “Now tell me, what do you want sweet girl? I can tell you want something” he pressed a kiss to your mound this time. He was so close to your pussy that you could scream.

“Please Harry, need your… need your mouth”

“Yeah? You need my mouth all over your pretty little cunt” he cocked his head, his thumbs rubbing along the crease of your legs, right near your pussy.

You nodded eagerly, “yes, please”

“It’s so pretty you know that? Got the prettiest pussy…” he blew right over your clit before leaning down and pressing a gentle kiss to your mound again. “Not that surprising though, is it? You’re such a pretty girl, gorgeous really. No wonder you’ve got such a pretty pussy”

Your body heated up at his compliment, your face becoming all red in the cheeks. You pressed your cheek into the bed, so you didn’t look at him, not wanting him to see just how nervous he made you even though you just had his cock in your mouth.

He turned his head to kiss your thigh instead, and while you hoped he’d pick up the pace and kiss down quickly before eating you out, he did the opposite and repeated the same process as your neck. He licked and sucked his way from your mid-thigh down to your inner thigh, completely ignoring your growing pleas for him to touch you properly.

You kept your hands above your head, despite the need for you to use them to guide Harry’s mouth to your cunt. Something told you that he wouldn’t like that though, and at this point, you were so desperate for an orgasm you didn’t want to do anything to jeopardise it.

When his mouth met where his hand was, he switched sides and repeated the process. He kept his eyes on you the entire time, watching as your squirmed and panted above him. Your eyes were closed most of the time, but every now and then you’d open them and plead again for him to just touch you.

Right after you pleaded with him and your eyes fluttered closed again, he struck. Instead of going down to meet his hand, he dove straight in and licked one stripe from your entrance to your clit. Your eyes flew open, and you gasped at the sudden touch, moaning incredibly loud when he did it again and pressed his tongue to your clit.

“Fucking hell baby, you taste so good I could eat you every day for the rest of my fucking life” he groaned, lapping at your clit and causing the prettiest whines of pleasure to drop from your mouth. You really did taste incredible, and you were so wet you were soaking his tongue in your flavour.

Harry loved it and craved your orgasm on his tongue. He used his fingers to spread you open to him making it easier for him to collect your arousal from your entrance. He flicked his tongue against there before pressing it as deep as it could go inside you, moaning obscenely at your flavour and trying to get as much as he could. You were writing underneath him, loving the way his tongue felt inside you.

“Please Harry” you whimpered, bringing your arms down to cover your face as you tried to grind up to meet his mouth.

“Don’t worry sweetheart, I got you” he cooed, pressing an open-mouthed kiss at your clit. He repeated this a few more times, applying light suction each time he did it. “Put your arms back up, need to see your pretty face”

You shakily pushed your arms back up over your head, keeping your eyes closed as your back arched at how amazing it felt to have his mouth around your clit. He sucked harder, flicking his tongue over you between each suck.

He was building up the pressure, doing light licks and suckles before pressing harder and doing firmer actions. He was absolutely obsessed with the way your face was scrunched up; your mouth wide open as your whimpered so prettily.

“God you’re so pretty, look so fucking gorgeous like this” he hummed, circling your entrance with his forefinger before slipping it in gently.

He curled his finger into you, finding that spongey spot inside of you after a few thrusts, changing the position of his fingertips until he found it. When he did, oh he knew it right away because you let out the filthiest whine he had ever heard.

“Oh god, yes! Right there, Harry… please don’t stop” you panted, fisting your hands as your back arched off the back again.

Harry groaned against you and lapped faster at your clit, slipping a second finger into you, and thrusting them as fast as he could right against your g-spot. The way your breasts looked from this angle, all red and splotchy and already bruising was driving him crazy. Those marks would last for days, and he knew he’d be getting you naked very soon to see how they were healing.

He kept eating you out like you were his last meal, moaning and groaning into you with pleasure. The room was filled with your combined noises of pleasure, and obscene wet sounds, both from your own wetness and his mouth.

With each curl of his fingers more and more arousal oozed out of you, coating his fingers with cream that dripped to cover his palm. He loved being covered in it, and at this point, his chin and nose were drenched also which only turned him on more.

Your scent, your flavour, everything was addictive. His cock was already plumping up against the bed and he knew by the time you came he’d be ready to fuck you to oblivion. He was utterly looking forward to it too, you were so warm around his fingers, and he knew it would feel heavenly wrapped around his cock.

“H-Harry I’m gonna come” you warned, your orgasm approaching rapidly.

It was a slow burn at first, a build-up like you thought you were going to come but weren’t completely sure. Then it became so much more intense, rushing and firing up inside you with so much certainty that you were going to come that there was no way you could hold it even if he asked you to.

“Go on sweetheart. Just look at me, open your eyes and look at me as you come” he encouraged, “that’s it, good girl” he praised once your eyes opened to look at him.

His tongue returned to your clit which had you panting above him, your thighs beginning to shake around his head as your orgasm waved over you. You cried out his name, your body tensing and vibrating all at the same time as waves of pleasure flooded your body. He carried you through with his fingers and tongue, slowing down to soft touches so it didn’t overwhelm you just yet.

You tried to keep your eyes open to look at him, and you were glad you did because the same eye contact that had you flustered all night made your orgasm so much more intense. It felt like you were connecting to Harry on a deeper level just by looking at him in such a vulnerable state, but you didn’t want to get ahead of yourself and misread this entire situation. It was a hook-up you had dreamt of for years, and you hoped that at the end of it you’d still keep your job. It didn’t have to go past that, but part of you hoped it would.

“That’s it, baby, look so fucking gorgeous when you come” he sighed, licking his fingers that were inside of you clean before pressing kisses to your thighs as your body relaxed into the bed.

He kissed up your body, gentle open-mouth kisses over the bruises he had made until he hovered over you. His hips dropped so his hard cock was pressed right over your soaked pussy. The feeling made you whimper and wrap your legs around his waist as he joined his lips to yours, his cock sliding between your folds and pressing against your sensitive clit. He groaned into your mouth and ran his tongue across the seam of your lips, slipping his tongue in when you parted them to give him access.

“Taste’s so good” you moaned against his mouth.

“I know, oh god I know” he groaned, kissing you almost desperately and sliding his tongue against yours again.

Your arousal was all over his tongue, and the taste made you moan. Both your releases were still lingering on each other’s tongues and the mixture made both of you kiss each other harder. Your tongues pressed harder together, and you tugged at his hair as you bucked your hips to try and grind against him.

“Fuck me, godd Harry I need your cock so bad… I’m on birth control and I’m clean so please” you gasped out, squeezing your legs around him tighter to try and emphasise your point.

He wanted to fuck you raw, holy fuck did he want to fuck you raw, especially with his cock already nestled between your dripping folds. But he never took the chance and risked a pregnancy, nor did he believe every girl that told him they were on birth control.

He had money, so he knew someone would be crazy enough to try and baby-trap him. He didn’t not believe you, nor did he think you’d risk getting pregnant when you were so dedicated to your studies and career but putting on a condom was safer for him.

“I’d love to fuck you raw sweetheart, and fuck maybe someday I will. But for tonight I’m gonna use a condom, alright?” He caressed your face and kissed you again before reaching over to his bedside table where the box of condoms was.

“Mhmm, okay, just hurry up” you replied, propping your upper body up on your elbows.

You didn’t care too much about using a condom or not, but it did surprise you that he didn’t jump on the opportunity of coming inside you. If you had offered someone your age the same thing, they’d be in you so fast so they could fuck you raw.

Harry had already proved that he was different from younger guys; receiving mind-blowing head was something you hadn’t had in a long time. Maybe he had a reason, and maybe you’d press him for the answer after you were finished.

What had your head reeling more than anything else though, was the fact that he said that ‘someday’ he might fuck you raw, implying that this could happen again. And god you wanted it to happen again, more than anything.

You dropped your legs from his waist as he returned to you, dropping back to sit on his haunches as he opened the condom wrapped and chucked it behind him.

“Impatient, are we?” He smirked, sliding the condom on his cock that was soaked in your arousal already.

“Yes” you replied, biting on your lip as you looked up at him. He placed his hands on either side of your head and leaned down to kiss you, forcing you to lay flat on your back.

“Gonna make you feel so full sweetheart” he murmured against your mouth, reaching between your bodies to grab onto his cock and guide his tip to your entrance.

“Mmh, please” you moaned, wounding your fingers through his hair and taking a firm grip in anticipation.

Harry pulled his face from yours so he could look down at you, wanting to see your face when he entered you for the first time. He had already stretched you out before with his fingers, and with your pussy still dripping wet he slid in easily. He did it slowly, making sure you felt every single inch of him go into you.

Your mouth opened on a choked moan and your fingers dug into his scalp as your back arched against him. “Oh fuck” you cried, your eyes closing. You kissed him blindly, catching his bottom lip between yours and biting down as he kept pushing in until he couldn’t anymore.

Harry replied with a similarly eager ‘fuck’, drawing it out while he let you adjust to his size. He was a lot thicker than two fingers, but with the way you were clutching onto him and panting into his mouth he could tell you liked it.

He hadn’t entered you all the way just yet, but fucking hell the feeling was indescribable. With a few more thrusts he’d be balls deep in you, having your wet velvety walls covering every inch of his cock.

“Okay?” He asked, checking in with you before he made any movements.

“Yes, god yes, fuck me. Please just fuck me, hard” you begged, hooking your leg around his hips to try and push him deeper into you.

“I fucking love your filthy mouth” he groaned, kissing you roughly as he slowly began snapping his hips up to meet yours.

You wrapped your arms around his chest and let your head tilt back as you moaned through an open mouth, unable to close it even if you tried. He didn’t seem to like this though, because his hands were soon threading into your hair on either side of your head and pulling your face down so he could reach your mouth with his own.

“You feel so good baby, so hot and tight. Can’t get over this” he praised, kissing you lazily and letting his mouth brush against yours as he panted into it.

Harry kept rocking into you, grinding his hips while his cock slipped deeper and deeper until he was balls-deep in you, his cock filling you to the absolute brim. You had never felt anything like it. Being so full and so stretched was making you go absolutely crazy.

You couldn't even speak, only moan and whine underneath him as he fucked into you over and over again. You clung onto him with your arms, pressing your chest up into him as your fingers dug into his back. With every thrust your body slid with his, moving up and down the bed with the force.

Every grind forced your clit to rub against his lower stomach, delicious pleasure making your insides twist up already in preparation for another orgasm. It happened a lot quicker than you expected. Although with the way Harry was fucking you dizzy he could've been going for five minutes or an hour and you wouldn't have been able to tell the difference.

Harry's head tilted back when you clenched around him involuntarily, groaning out such a deep sound, your eyes opened to look at him. He looked so fucking delicious, a thin layer of sweat covering his face and chest and his cross necklace swaying over your face in such a seductive way you could've cried.

"Are you close again, love? Can feel you squeezing me so tight" he looked down at you, his irises dilating when he saw that you were already looking at him, your eyes nearly slits with how hooded they were.

"Y-yes. I'm, I'm gonna come" you stuttered, practically clawing at his back as your body tensed up underneath him.

"Go on baby, come for me... give Daddy another orgasm" his voice dropped an octave, his head tipping to say the words right into your ear.

It was like that one word triggered your orgasm, sending you way off the edge and into waves and waves of more pleasure. Harry kept fucking into you at his same brutal pace, each thrust against your g-spot causing another wave of pleasure to flood through you.

When Harry felt your body relax again, he took no time in slipping out of you and flipping you to your stomach. Your face dug into the bed as you tried to regain your energy, not finding it in you to even turn your head so you could breathe properly. Harry gripped your hips and pulled them back so you were resting on your knees with your chest flat on the bed.

He slid into your entrance again, a long whine of relief leaving your mouth at the feeling of him inside you again. He grabbed your hair and wrapped it around his fist, pulling back until it stung so your head was far off the mattress and your sounds of pleasure weren't blocked anymore.

"Gonna fuck you so hard, sweetheart... gonna have you shaking and crying underneath me by the end of the night. I can promise you that" he whispered into your ear before snapping his hips in quickly to prove his point.

You couldn't even reply when he started thrusting into you in hard quick snaps, with a lot better control than his previous position. You thought he was going hard before, but fuck the control and balance he had from behind made his force so much greater.

Your body jolted with every thrust and you could barely register your surroundings anymore from the way he was pounding into you. Your legs kept slipping wide and wider along the bed, making your body fall lower against the mattress. You made no effort to rectify the position, feeling too overwhelmed with pleasure to even care about what your body was doing.

This forced harry to let go of your hair and pull your hips up himself so your ass was high in the air again, returning the leverage Harry needed to fuck you the way he wanted. He loved doggy, and in most of his hook-ups, he'd have his partner on her stomach with her ass in the air the moment they were ready for penetration.

But you... he missed looking at your face. Your pretty little face with your cute scrunched expression and your open mouth as you let out the filthiest little whimpers. He wanted to fuck you hard, but he wanted to do it with your face in his view and your moans clear and loud for him, not muffled in the bed like they were now.

So he slipped out of you again and turned you back on your back, pulling your legs over his shoulders and reaching between them to grab at your throat. "Open your eyes pretty girl, let Daddy see them"

Your entire body rose with goosebumps the second 'daddy' left his mouth, your pussy clenching around his cock almost immediately after he slid into you again. Without even realising it, you covered his hand with your own and pressed it harder against your neck to force him to squeeze harder. You loved being choked, and you had fantasized about Harry doing it to you for years.

Harry didn't want to overuse the term or do anything too rough to you in case that's not what you wanted, but the way your body reacted to it told him everything he needed to know. You loved it, and it pushed him further to his own orgasm just knowing that.

"You like that, huh? Like when I choke you, hmm?" he grinned, squeezing harder around your neck as he slowly started thrusting into you again. The look on your face was exactly what he had been missing; dazed fuck me eyes and such a fucked out grin on your face like this was your favourite thing in the entire world.

"Yes, Daddy. Love it... love it s'much" you mumbled out, squeezing his wrist while your other hand fisted the bedding beside you.

Your pussy was practically gushing over his cock, coating his cock in so much cream and arousal, it was like you were never going to stop being wet. Mix that with the way 'daddy' sounded coming out of your mouth and Harry could feel his cock already twitch inside you and his core tighten.

But there was no way he was going to come before you did for the third time, and there was still so much more he wanted to do to you before he finished. Ideally, you'd even be able to finish together, but he knew that rarely happened. The thought of it though... fuck it was heavenly. Having your cunt squeeze and pulse around him while he came would've been the greatest finish possible.

Using his hand around your neck as the leverage he needed, he used his other to find your clit and rub on it as fast as he could while still keeping a steady pace with his cock. Having that added stimulation made your whimpers turn even more high-pitched, your back arching as tears leaked from your eyes.

Being fucked so hard and rough was already having you seeing stars, but adding Harry's fingers to the mix and you were struggling not to get overwhelmed. It practically blinded every other sense until all you could feel and focus on was the pleasure points of your body all mixing and being stimulated at once.

"That's it, baby, moan my name for me. Tell me who's fucking you so good right now" Harry coaxed, his eyes flicking between your face and your tits. They were bouncing with every thrust and he had the urge to stuff them in his mouth.

"Daddy... ohmygod daddy" you cried, "I'm, I think I'm close again!"

Your pussy was swollen and ultra-sensitive from your previous two orgasms, and Harry's hand restricting your breathing and making your head all woozy enhanced every sensation. You came again with a cry of his name, feeling your body jolt violently underneath Harry as waves and waves of intense, hot pleasure went through you.

It was like everything turned into white noise as you came for the third time. You knew Harry said something but you just couldn't hear it properly, nor did you care when your orgasm seemed to be going on forever. Harry's thrust's had slowed significantly, and he used his fingers on your clit to carry through your high, prolonging it with variances of softer and harder rubs.

By the time you had come down from your high, Harry had stilled completely inside of you. He was still hard as a rock and had moved your legs off his shoulders so he could hover over you with his hands on either side of your face.

Although you were utterly exhausted from coming so much, you still wanted him to fuck you over his couch, and his dining table, and his kitchen. God, you wanted to christen every room in the house and you weren't leaving until that happened.

"Why'd you stop, huh?" you asked softly, pushing his sweaty hair back from his face.

"I lost you there for a second, love. Thought you might need a break or some water before we do anything else" he replied with a soft smile, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

You shook your head. "No, I'm okay... But I do have a request" you played with the hair at the nape of his neck as you spoke.

"Oh really? And what's that?" he raised a brow, a bit in disbelief at how confident you seemed around him now that you two had fucked.

"I want you to fuck me in every room in this house. We're two down, only like six to go... But if you need a break I totally get it" you shrugged, challenging him while biting down on your lip as you looked at him.

"If I need a break?" he chuckled, gripping your jaw roughly and squeezing your cheeks. Leaning in closer, he nudged his nose against yours, "You won't be able to walk once I'm done with you, sweetheart. So if you need a break, let me know"

He wasn’t exaggerating about not being able to walk, because by the time he had lifted you back upstairs and tucked you into bed after eating you out one more time and bending you over most of the flat surfaces in the house, you couldn’t even feel your legs.

Honestly, you were surprised Harry lasted so long but fuck his stamina was otherworldly. He was able to fuck, and fuck hard for very long durations at a time until he had to readjusted or slow down for a couple minutes to catch his breath.

You could tell he worked out, and beyond his daily walk because he was so fit you were barely able to keep up with him. By the end of it you felt like a limp doll, orgasm after orgasm making your body cry out and convulse underneath him until you were reduced to a sobbing mess, incoherent and sore.

“Think you’re gonna make your morning walk tomorrow?” Harry asked, running his finger up and down your upper arm.

“If I haven’t floated away into nothing” you mumbled back, digging your head into his chest.

He chuckled and tilted your head up by your chin to capture your lips. You were already feeling and acting so much more comfortable around him and he loved it. “How about we forgo the walk and do breakfast instead before I have to leave for work? Means you can sleep in a little more”

“That sounds perfect” you sighed.

Harry Styles never, never neglected his morning walk, nor did he have hookups stay for breakfast. You knew this and so did he. But instead of commenting on the possibility of what this meant for your relationship, you let yourself drift to sleep.

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