#its like i said before its not for lack of good ideas (though there are a lot of bad ideas too) its just a lot of bad execution
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why is shadow so hard to get through i want to be done with it so bad... really really not looking forward to thunder
#rot.txt#thank god my hold on thunder is taking forever. hopefully i can push through shadow in five weeks#im also rereading forest of secrets to cleanse my pallet while staying on wc and its so much better...#i forgot how much i like tigerclaw. my friend tigerclaw (he would hate me)#and also brokentail being bullied by kittens. AND YELLOWFANG i miss when she wasnt horrible..#this has been said before but the old cats are all so much more interesting than the new ones#its like i said before its not for lack of good ideas (though there are a lot of bad ideas too) its just a lot of bad execution#sooo many cool ideas in asc of a murder mystery or calling back to old arcs. but theyre not doing it very well#really i just wish nightheart and sunbeam werent pov characters. i care about whats happening with frostpaw so much more#im kind of rushing through the nightheart and sunbeam chapters so i can get back to riverclan#but even in riverclan im not safe.... splashtail is there. i dont want him to be there#and not in a âthe villain is mean so i dont like him!â way i just dont think hes very interesting#i really like a lot of wc villains its disappointing when theyre boring#honestly it could just be the prose that ticks me off. hold on i can make other post about that
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Subservient | Azriel x Reader
Summary: Rhysâ reputation in Hewn City is less than stellar, so when an orphanage becomes overwhelmed, he offers to take some in. His plan doesnât turn out how he expected when heâs instead sent you, an employee there, sent to scope Rhys out before sending children to him. And in true High Lord fashion, he unceremoniously dumps you off on his brothers.
Word Count: ~ 3.4k
Warnings: Abuse, starvation, dehydration, child abuse, bruises, scars, injuries, traumatized reader, orphans, but it ends with some fluff I promise
A/N: thank you so much to anon who sent this req in, it def gave me the inspiration I needed, hope you enjoy<3
Requests are open!
When you first arrived, the first thought that Azriel had was that you were a sorry sight, hair clearly previously having been mangled and just brushed in time, clothes old and worn by others before you, eyes tired and dim as you didnât even try to take in your surroundings, looking completely out of it, even with the High Lord of Night Court sitting only twenty feet from you, lounging on a throne.
Azriel could pick up the subtlest shift of Rhysâ scent, the slight tinge of worry as he took you in, despite the sensual smirk that remained on his face, and his lazy posture like a cat spread out, stretching.
But they were in Hewn City, and Rhys couldnât afford to be himself in Hewn City, not yet anyway, not until the next generation of Fae that was less cold and brittle arrived. Which could take centuries, at the least. Even now, with the plan that was unfolding, it wasnât likely the citizens would see him as anything worth their time or support.
And as he watched you silently trudge up to the throne, giving the barest bow in recognition only when the older Fae elbowed you harshly in your too-thin figure, he wondered why he had even thought this would be a good idea. Sure, Rhys didnât have the best reputation in the Court of Nightmares, and the citizens were angry after the damage done to their city, and the lives lost.
The orphanage had taken in more children than they could handle, requiring help from citizens who werenât the most willing to serve.
This left Rhys with an idea, one that everyone else in the Inner Circle had given their support for eventually, albeit begrudgingly. He took two birds with one stone and took in some of the orphans to both raise his reputation and solve the orphanage size problem.
The only issue with it had been that the orphanage, despite its problems, and the obvious displays of uncleanliness, lack of employees, and even some abuse, refused to give Rhys any children, and though the High Lord could just override their order, that wouldnât help with the issue of his reputation.
And so theyâd agreed to send a worker, one that had grown up in the orphanage and lived there still, working full time to help the children. And look how well that had turned out, with this malnourished, beaten female showing up, barely even alive.
Rhys didnât speak, his eyes, unsmiling, on the male whoâd led you here, forcing him to speak first. The tension grew thick.
âHere she is, my Lord.â
He said, voice smooth despite the hint of nerves Azriel could detect under it, and in his body language. He was fidgeting, palms sweaty, scent blocked with some sort of sour spray commonly sold here in Hewn City, but Azriel could pick up the notes of fear in it, the anxiety.
Rhys watched silently, waiting just to watch the man slowly become more afraid, before speaking.
âVery well, then. Azriel, escort her to the House.â
He said with a simple wave of his hand, and despite the surprise that rose in Azriel about the fact that Rhys hadnât called the man out or exposed him in the slightest for the obvious mistreatment of the woman, he pushed it back down, walking over to you and gingerly picking your frail form up as if it might shatter with the slightest amount of force.
A silent winnow to the House of Wind, the shadows gently exploring you, reporting every little injury they found, the dehydration and starvation evident in your body, not to mention the clear lack of sleep from the dark eye bags you possessed.
âWhatâs your name?â
He tried to ask it softly, so as not to startle you, like talking to a cornered animal, but you weren't very responsive. He sighed near silently, walking to a table, the House pulling out a chair as he set you down in it. A glass of water appeared on the table, and that was the thing that seemed to make your eyes light up again, even if just a little bit. Maybe just natural instincts to get water after going so long without.
He gently grasped the water, bringing it to your lips as they parted, tilting the cup slightly to let the water flow down into your mouth, and you swallowed every drop eagerly, parched tongue that felt like sandpaper finally getting the hydration it screamed for.
You panted as he pulled the cup away, hand going to grasp it to bring it back, but he shook his head and you realized the cup was empty. The House, seeming to sense your thirstiness, decided to help, and your eyes widened when you saw water magically filling the cup. Azriel watched, a small smile playing on his lips at your awe and surprise.
âThe House is sentient,â
He explained, voice low and quiet. Gentle.
âIt decides that we need a bit of help, sometimes.â
You brought the cup back to your lips, drinking the liquid all down as your hand shakily held the cup. The House filled it up, and you drank again and repeated it until your stomach felt full of all the water it could hold, and you couldnât keep anything else down.
âFull?â
The shadowsinger asked, and you nodded hesitantly. He seemed to expect it.
âYouâll eat in the morning. For now..â
He glanced outside, at the darkness that had swept over the sky quickly, before turning back to you.
âIâll take you to your room.â
It was another silent moment, a walk, as he offered a hand you didnât take at first, only carefully taking after you tried to stand up and your knees buckled immediately. It was more like his arm around your waist, at this point, with how he was holding half of your weight up. Your eyes grew heavy, even as you gaped at the paintings adorning the walls, the carpet and rich wood beneath your feet, the fancy wallpapers and furniture. Just selling one of those pieces of furniture could pay for probably a decadeâs worth of food for the orphanage.
A fancy wooden door came into view with a carved siding and intricate leaf patterns with flowers carved around the handle, it opened for the both of you as he walked in. The bed in the center of the room was rich, but looked comfortable, just the way you liked it with the right pillows, blankets, sheets, and everything. There was a side table and a large closet, as well as another door you assumed led to a bathroom. You couldâve sworn you heard music playing somewhere down the hall.
As you walked in, he remained at the doorway, not going to enter your space without your permission as you leaned against the wall, slowly making your way to the bed until you sat down on the edge of it, still in your dirty clothes.
You were too tired to care.
He turned to leave, hand on the door handle before you spoke.
âY/N.â
He glanced at you, head tilting ever so slightly to the side, eyes narrowing just a bit.
âMy name,â
You clarified, voice raspy and thin, but slowly shedding its rough layer, smoothing over with every word you spoke.
âItâs Y/N.â
He looked at you for a long moment, hazel eyes peering into yours, before he gave a small nod, and walked away, the door clicking shut behind him.
~
That night had been the first time youâd spoken to any of them, and also one of your last nights seeing Azriel. Heâd been sent away on a mission, only giving you a brief introduction to his brother Cassian, a big, brutish-looking man with a smirk, who had forced you to eat properly every day and even convinced you to help out with the exercises today.
Thanks to the daily intake of protein and nutrients you got three times a day now, as well as water, your thin figure had filled out nicely, and you were outside, detangled and freshly washed hair tied back into a braid that the red-haired priestess had done for you after watching you struggle with doing it on your own. Youâd already forgotten her name. Something that started with G.
Cassian was trying to help you with the daily stretches that his mate, Nesta, had supposedly originally started with. Your body wasnât as frail as before but was stiff as a board due to the long hours of being forced into a wooden chair, or the days spent bent over tables folding laundry or over counters doing dishes, not to mention all the paperwork for an orphanageâŚ
You werenât flexible. At all.
âHere, try to move your hand slowly down, even just centimeter by centimeter.â
He was trying to get you to touch your toes, but you only frowned, hand refusing to go past the bottom of your knee as you tried to push it further, your already aching back screaming in protest.
The three other females out were practicing their swordplay, or whatever one would call the weapons they were wielding. You could hear steel on steel clinging from here, even, and you saw how Cassian wanted to join them. How his eyes kept glancing up at them, a hint of longing in them, maybe even a gleam of lust at the thought of seeing his mate sparring.
And you felt bad for holding him back from that, bad enough that you just wanted to get this last stupid stretch over so you could go back inside and quit wasting his time. With a little mental shove, you pushed your hand down further, jerking it down and-
Something hurt. Bad. A slight sound of something popping almost, and a sharp pain in the back of your leg. Years of controlling your expression from the harsh punishments of the older women in the orphanage came back as you forced it into a neutral, fingertips gracing your toe as you slowly shifted back into a standing position.
Cassian mustâve been too focused on the other females to notice your subtle limp, or how all of your weight was focused on one leg. He raised a brow, glancing back at you when he saw you shift up.
âI touched it.â
You said simply, and he grinned, genuine pride in his eyes gleaming so brightly that it hurt flashing as he nodded.
âYouâre making good progress, go take a break. Weâll pick it up tomorrow, yeah?â
You gave a nod, and he patted you gently on the back as he jogged past, picking up a sword and launching straight into sparring with Nesta as you managed to get into the House.
Cassian mightâve been a bit oblivious, but the House of Wind was anything but. Immediately, a chair appeared right near the entrance, and a strong sudden wind pushed you into it, a cold cushion appearing right beneath the aching spot in your thigh as you sat down.
The chair began moving, going straight into your room, where you shifted onto the bed, sitting on the edge.
Strangely though, the House didnât do anything further. Didnât provide any ice, or anything to compress it with, so you supposed it was up to you. Usually, it provided anything you needed badly.
Shifting up, your hand went to gently explore the back of your thigh, tenderly pushing against your pants to find the spot that was aching so badly, and soon enough, you found it. A sharp pain shot through your nerves as you grunted and flinched at it, hand immediately going away.
You tried to stand up, but your knee on that right thigh completely buckled, and you fell to the floor in a heap, vision swimming.
Your eyes fluttered shut as you loosed a deep breath, frustration blooming through you.
âNeed some help?â
A familiar low voice asked, and you opened your eyes, only to see Azriel standing right by one of the windows, head tilted to the side, hazel eyes examining. His shadows whirled around him, some carefully approaching you. You froze under his gaze, eyes widening.
âHow long have you been standing there?â
You asked, and he began to approach, long strides making their way to you as he crouched down in front of you. He hummed in thought, lips pursing before he answered.
âLong enough to know youâre hurt. Can I pick you up?â
He questioned, eyes peering into yours, asking for consent. After just picking you straight up that first introduction without asking, he figured he mightâve not made the best impression, and he planned to undo that. Or maybe he was just overthinking this whole thing. Either way, consent is still a good thing to get.
You nodded, glancing down at your leg as you began trying to squirm, but with a single shake of his head, Azriel shut it down. His hands wrapped around you, slowly lifting you up and carefully to avoid your hurt thigh as he took you to the bathroom, sitting you down on the toilet seat.
âDo you know whatâs..wrong with it?â
You asked, and he glanced at your right thigh, shadows flitting around him.
âIâd assume a hamstring tear. Hopefully just a partial one.â
You gulped nearly audibly at that. An entire hamstring tear, just from some stupid stretches that you couldnât get down. Youâd bothered this family enough, and to have Azriel, probably fresh from a mission and tired as hell, having to help you with thisâŚit was more than embarrassing as well.
âIâm going to need toâŚâ
He swallowed awkwardly, gesturing to your pants, and you grimaced. He mustâve noticed, because he quickly offered up a solution.
âI can have the shadows do it, they wonât hurt you. Promise.â
You nodded at that, a breathy little-
âOkay,â
-escaping your lips. Azriel turned away as the cool touch of the shadows, at first made you shudder, though you eventually adjusted as they unbuttoned the pants, slowly slipping them off, making sure the material didnât put any pressure against your injured leg. They also made sure to tug your shirt down to cover your underwear, which you silently thanked them for. You didnât need the shadowsinger seeing all that.
He eventually turned back around, probably having been signaled by his shadows that they were done. His gaze remained respectful, making sure to never wander as he bent down, glancing up at the bottom of your thigh and frowning to himself, before nodding.
âTorn hamstring. Weâll keep pressure and ice on it while I wait for Madja.â
You blinked.
âWe? Also, whoâs Madja?â
You asked, brows furrowed in mild confusion.
âMadja is our family healer. Sheâs been doing it for centuries now, I sent my shadows to contact her the moment I saw you injured. And you arenât going to be staying all alone while injured. Itâs a âweâ situation.â
He replied bluntly, somehow still not a rude sort of blunt, though. Your cheeks turned red.
âYou didnât have to do that, itâs not that bad. Really, I couldâve managed-â
He cut you off before you even got the rest of the sentence out.
âYou collapsed from the pain while trying to stand up. It was that bad. Despite whatever you experienced while at that orphanage may have led you to believe, you are not subservient, and you are allowed to have problems.â
He said almost sternly, and you sat there, shocked for a moment.
âI donât know what youâre talking about.â
You said, swallowing down the lump that formed in your throat, and he gave you a doubtful look, moving to sit down so he wasnât towering over you, settling on the floor across from where you were sitting.
âIâm not stupid, Y/N. I see the way you clean the dishes off after dinners, help set the table before them, offer to babysit Nyx for Feyre, clean the weapons the Valkyries use in training for themâŚitâs obvious.â
His hazel eyes met yours yet again, and you tried to swallow that lump down, failing, again.
âItâs hard not to try and help out when Iâm just stuck here as some charity case for the High Lord.â
There it was. The truth finally came out.
It felt bad saying it out loud, worse than it sounded in your head, but it got rid of some of the pressure in your chest finally saying it.
The orphans were starving and dehydrated, abused, and here you were, complaining about getting unlimited access to food, water, exercise, and plenty of opportunities those children wouldâve gobbled up, opportunities you wouldâve gobbled up at their age, had you gotten the chance.
Azriel didnât look surprised. In fact, he looked like heâd been expecting you to say this eventually.
âItâs justâbeing stuck here, with all these things, when the children at the orphanage need them more than me, with the food shortages and dehydration, and Mother knows the abuse going on behind the scenesâit just feels wrong.â
He let you talk, watching you rant, while a pack of ice appeared on the floor, given by the House. When you finally managed to calm down, tears still welling in your eyes from frustration and anger, he stood up, hand resting on your shoulder.
âI know.â
He said quietly, and you sniffled, glancing up at him.
âWhat?â
He hesitated, before answering your question.
âI knew the orphanage wasnât right. Iâve known for a while. It wasnât about a charity case, or thatâs not why I originally suggested it. I needed a whistleblower to shut it down.â
Your eyes widened at his words.
âYou want me toâŚâ
âOnly if you want to.â
The decision was yours.
Would you keep your mouth shut about the things youâd experienced as a child and employee at the orphanage, where youâd been trapped and abused for years, or would you finally stop being subservient and ignoring your own needs?
~
Nearly six months later, the final court proceedings went through.
It was shut down, and the children all relocated to Velarisâ orphanage funded by Feyreâs earnings from her art studio. After several bruises, scars, deformities, and the obvious malnourishment and illness in most children and employees were pointed out, not to mention some first-hand testimonies led by you, and a handful of other employees and children, it was an open and shut case.
It was a wonder no one had uncovered it earlier.
Almost as if theyâd been purposefully ignoring it.
But it was over now, you thought, as you stood in one of the many balconies at the House of Wind, looking at the view over Velaris. A warm presence made itself known as cool shadows began slithering up your arms that were on the railing.
He stood beside you, also taking in the view. His scarred hands, unbound by the usual gloves he wore when getting home from missions, rested on the railing. Your cold hands slowly crept up to his, fingers brushing, both of you holding your breath as your eyes met, and your fingers intertwined slowly, carefully.
Gently, but not because you were fragile, not because Azriel thought you would easily break, he'd already learned that even when youâd been put through trial and tribulation time after time you came out dented, but whole. It was gentle because you both needed a slight reprieve from the worldâs chaos and violence. From the horrors that lurked in your mind, prowling and waiting for the right moment to come back up, unwelcome and unwanted.
His wings shifted, one curling around you as he subtly shifted you closer, the limp less pronounced in your sideways step toward him.
Your free hand made its way to his cheek, softly stroking with the pad of your thumb, the barely developed calluses from your training with Cassian a soothing feeling for Azriel. His free hand made to lightly stroke your cheek, letting you take the lead. Giving you a choice.
You leaned in closer, and he bent down slightly, just so you wouldnât have to rise on your toes to reach his face. Your lips brushed softly against his, a tentative touch, but not unsure as his reaction of kissing you back spurred you on.
And for a moment, both of you intertwined beneath the sky, everything was alright.
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wildest dreams.
part two of style, written by @lilystyles
my masterlist & style masterlist
authors note the very requested part two of style. i got lots of asks & reblogs & comments asking for more of style!H so i decided to write one for y'all. thanks for all the love on it. also there was one ask i got with the idea of y/n going on a blind date and i LOVED it so thank u anon đŠˇ
brief description y/n and harry start to see each other more and more. but it's a secret, things get complicated when emma sets y/n up on a blind date. harry doesnât like it one bit.
warnings! slight age gap, SMUT (f!receiving, fingering, daddy kink, missionary, riding, very slight breeding kink, no condom, all the good stuff) sexual tension, mentions of drugs&alcohol abuse. wordcount: (around 15k words)
fratboy!older!bffsbrother!harry x younger!innocent!reader
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Harry arrived at Y/nâs massive and buzzing share house almost twenty minutes before eight.
Heâd parked his car nearby and quietly realised to himself on the walk up the driveway that heâd never actually been inside the sharehouse before. He had dropped her off a fair few times and picked her up a handful from here but Y/n preferred to come stay at his place. He couldnât blame her, Niallâs place was similar he lived in one of the frats nearby campus. His room and the house were disgusting and Harry much preferred his clean quiet house with his sister. Even though Harry was in a frat too, he lived out of the house. The only reason those guys had welcomed him into the frat in the first place was because he was on the Uni soccer team and he was really good. His room was turned into a storage room for alcohol, dartboards, and bongs. Harry had hooked up with a few girls in there regardless of the lack of bed.
He felt a funny feeling in his tummy walking up the driveway, since when did he get nervous? Heâd been with so many people he didnât think that existed for him anymore. But this was different, this wasnât just anyone this was Y/n. His Y/n. The girl from home.
He looked up at the house biting his lip, Y/nâs place certainly wasnât as trashy as Alpha Chi Sigma, thankfully. Hers was a little ways off campus it was this old run-down brick house with two stories and eight rooms. It was jam-packed with students and actually threw quite a few parties, known on campus for its great big backyard and one of Y/nâs roommate Mike's weed brownies. Y/n didnât care all that much when parties happened, sheâd either invite Emma and theyâd have lots of tequila and end up asleep in Y/nâs room, or she might even invite Harry and his mates too just for fun. Otherwise she just locked her room and escaped to the library or the Stylesâ place.Â
As Harry reached the big red door he knocked loudly and a short girl opened the door before his knuckles had even retracted back to his side. He recognised her from his Economics class, he thought. She was in some pyjamas and looked up very confused.
âYou're not the Chinese guy.â She said eyeing him annoyedly, groans escaped the mouths of others inside, and he could understand their disappointment. âWho are you?â
This made Harry feel suddenly rather guilty for not being the Chinese delivery guy and he frowned, âIâm Harry, âm a friend of Y/nâs?â
âUpstairs third door to your left.â She said shortly opening the door wide enough to let him in before promptly sitting back down on the couch with a bunch of other students, they were watching what looked like a Japanese horror film.Â
Harry shut the door behind him and made his way upstairs quickly, Y/nâs roommates didnât seem all that friendly, he hoped was going in the right direction. As he reached the top of the stairs he heard music coming from one room that sounded like a rave and knew that definitely wasnât Y/nâs room, he heard people chatting away in another, and when he was at the third door he saw a small sign on the door that said âY/nâs Room <3â. He smiled at the familiar neat handwriting that was on so many birthday cards in his collection, and knocked on the door, with a few quick taps.
He heard some shuffling behind the door and it wasnât long before the door swung open. There she was, his Y/n. Even though heâd only seen her a few hours ago it felt like a long time ago now. How did he already miss her?
âYou're here early, Styles.â She said surprised checking the time on her phone in her hand. Harry didnât seem the type to show up early, and normally he didnât Y/n knew that about him from years of experience. He was even late to his own birthday parties and if you asked a single person who had hooked up with him theyâd say he was always late when they invited him over. Just his way. He wasnât a timely person.
Harry smiled down at her form, she looked much more rested than this morning. She had taken a nap for a good portion of the morning and a long shower cleaning every inch of herself, she felt very rejuvenated now. The warm water had soothed her aching muscles and small bruises that littered her body from last night. Sheâd washed off all the sweat and alcohol that had sweated out of her this morning, and her hangover had eased, thank god. She had taken some aspirin for her head too and drank lots and lots of water.Â
She looked so soft and cosy, the golden light of her room hit her face, showing all the angles of her calm expression. She was wearing this matching tracksuit set that was a blue almost grey colour, and some fuzzy pink socks Emma bought her for Christmas last year. Her hair was freshly washed, dried, and styled in her usual way. Her beautiful face was bare of makeup only some moisturiser that smelt really good, and her lips were covered in a glossy lip balm.
âWanted to make a good impression, Babe.â He said smirking.Â
Y/n let him join her inside shaking her head, it was very unlike him to be on time and sheâd expected he would arrive around 8:30 instead of 8. He placed his bag of snacks and DVDs down onto her little bed taking in the space.Â
Her room was so her, she had this big mattress on the floor that took up most of her room. Her sheets were mismatched shades of pink, blue, and lavender and she had about a dozen pillows. She had lots of fairy lights strung up, posters, and photos covering her walls. Her mattress and little desk by her window near the back of the room took up most of the small space. But if she had picked a bigger room that meant having a roommate so she didnât mind all that much.
It was quite neat in here. She had all her desk organised with her laptop and textbooks. Her cupboard had somehow miraculously shut despite the large array of clothes stuffing it. She had a candle burning that smelt like cinnamon cookies, but underneath the candle was the underlying smell of her. Whether that was her laundry detergent or something that was just her, Harry didnât know, but the smell brought him great comfort.
He shrugged off his big thick coat too, the day had turned into a windy-rainy one and he wanted to stay warm, but Y/nâs room was very warm inside. He was in an ashen grey hoodie with red flannel over the top, some black jeans and sneakers. His hair was unruly as always but he looked extra good today. He made himself comfortable on the bed grabbing a pink bear and cuddling it to his chest playfully. He dwarfed her bed with his tall form, and he looked so funny sitting in her bed. Harry Styles, sex god, player, and party animal, with a rotten attitude, was curled up in her bed. She almost wanted to take a picture to show people, but she knew she wouldnât be telling a soul about him being with her tonight.
âIâve known you for years I already have all the impressions needed, Harry.â
He looked over at her from her bed. âYeah, but youâve never seen me on a date before, have yeh? I can be wholesome.â
What? This is a date?Â
Y/n blushed deeply, if sheâd known that this was a date she would have dressed a bit nicer. She was just in some joggers and a hoodie, but to be fair to her they were her nice ones. The ones lacking ice cream stains and holes. Harry had seen her looking like a hungover mess, heâd seen her in the middle of the night at the library, heâd seen her with the flu, and she never looked bad even at her worst.
âThis is a date?â She asked looking down at her sock-covered feet.
Sheâd been dreaming of this day since she was a kid when Harry had helped her when she fell off her bike and scraped her knee. She still remembered the day vividly, it was something she thought of every time they all went home to Holmes Chapel for the holidays or summertime, and they drove passed the playground. She still had the scar their on her right knee, even now. And she remembers Harry putting the bandaid on for her and kissing her knee to âtake the pain awayâ. Every time she felt the little bump or saw the lighter patch of skin on her knee she thought of him kissing it. Sheâd stopped crying after heâd done that and from that day on, her heart belonged to him.Â
She thought if they ever did somehow end up together on a date, thatâd he would take her for a drive or theyâd go to the cinema. Something normal. Maybe even a romantic stroll somewhere or something wild like skinny dipping. But instead here he was in her room making himself at home in her little bed where sheâd spent hours thinking of him; before her eyes finally allowed her to sleep.
He laughed at her shy expression, patting a spot on the bed beside him for her to sit. âWasnât I obvious about that?â
She sat down beside him, laughing at herself she didnât know much when it came to dating, sheâd only had two or so boyfriends. Sheâd tried the one-night stand thing once but it wasnât for her. She didnât know dating etiquette. So she was all stiff beside him now feeling even more nervous than before heâd arrived. This whole thing with Harry frankly didnât feel real, sheâd liked him for so many years and only now was he starting to show similar feelings toward her, it honestly tripped her out a lot. It would be like your celebrity crush showing up at your door with flowers, a bit of a dream, right?
âNot to me.â She said looking at him. He smelt deliciously good beside her, and she wanted to devour him.
He looked over at her with the same eyes heâd given her in the kitchen when sheâd comforted him, all soft and molten like an ice cream on a hot day. As he lifted his hand to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, she leaned into his touch, his hand was so warm and smooth against her face. He was so gentle with her and she felt her mind flashback to last night for what felt like the millionth time when his hands were all over her body. Though theyâd been a bit wild, he was always gentle with her unless she asked him otherwise.
âWell Iâm sorry, but this is a date, is that alright with you?â He asked, nibbling his bottom lip to contain a smile. She was just so cute, sitting there in front of him like a doe-eyed little thing. Youâd have thought that she barely knew him with how she was acting.
She nodded. âFine by me.âÂ
âGood to hear, Baby.â He sighed at her because she still seemed very nervous. He didnât know how to comfort her other than touch. âWhy are you so far away? You know I donât bite, not unless you ask me to.â
She looked over at him, âIâm just nervous, I guess. If my fourteen-year-old self could see me nowâŚâ
She didnât finish her sentence.
This made his heart swell. âYou're nervous around me? Even after everything we did last night?â
She shrugged like that was an obvious conclusion. âWell, yeahâŚof course.â
This made him throw his head back laughing, like a little kid. âIâd be lying if I said I wasnât a little nervous too. Sâokay to be nervous. But donât worry itâs just me. Nothing special.â
That made her feel better, she looked up at him, a smile cracking on her face. âYou're nervous too?â
He nodded. âOf course I am. Iâm on a date with a gorgeous girl, Iâd be a fool not to be.â
Y/n pecked his cheek in response, her lips smearing against the tiny stubble on his cheek, as she quickly moved away and opened the bag excitedly to see the things heâd brought. He brought snacks as requested all their favourites (peanut M&Ms, popcorn, and a tub of Ben & Jerryâs) along with a few DVDs. The one he had been raving about was in there and she grabbed it putting it on the very small telly she had by the end of her bed.
Harry explained a story about how he went to three different grocery shops to find the peanut M&Ms because apparently, the world was in a shortage today. This made Y/n want to kiss him because heâd gone to all that effort knowing Y/nâs favourite movie snack was M&Ms. Whenever they went to the cinema she always got them, and the three of them would go a fair amount. They loved going late at night and talking loudly in empty cinemas about how cheesy the films were.Â
She looked at him from the edge of the bed. Heâd kicked his sneakers off into the corner and he was resting on her bed, head lying on her pillow, a knitted blanket over his lap. He looked very comfy and at ease, and honestly, he was. The smell of her bed was comforting and the soft tone of her voice was soothing. Y/n had a way of driving him crazy, usually when her attention wasnât on him, but a way of calming him instantly when their eyes met.
âYou hungry? I want pizza.â She asked brows pinched in thought.
He nodded grabbing his phone to call them. âSure. Joeys?â
âI think I want a haââ
âHawaiin with no pineapple, I know, you freak. Who doesnât like pineapple?â
âMe.â She said. Sheâd never really noticed how observant Harry was until now. He knew her pizza order, he knew she liked peanut M&Ms, he knew her chamomile tea brand, and he knew she liked popcorn extra buttery. Which happens when you have history like they do, but she never thought he cared that much. So what if she knew he liked pepperoni with extra spice? She was obsessed with him for most of her adolescence, that made sense. But why did Harry know that? She was the obsessed one.
âHey mate, yeah can I get a large Hawaiin no pineapple please, and large pepperoni extra spicy, and a loaf of garlic bread too thanks.â He said into the phone.Â
Y/n told Harry her address in a hushed tone and he parroted it to the pizza guy on the phone. The pizza would arrive in 20 minutes from now, so Y/n joined his side happily and hit play on the telly. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder so she could rest against his side, and it all felt very domestic. Her cheek was resting against him and she felt her eyes drooping even though sheâd already napped today.
Y/n normally cuddled with Emma and watched movies on her shoulder while Harry brooded on the leather recliner and complained when the girls picked a rom-com of some kind. But she saw him cry during The Notebook last month. He always said Spiderman was his favourite movie but she knew it was actually The Notebook.
She felt guilty at the thought of her best friend, and a pang in her tummy. Normally if a guy had even made eye contact with her Y/n was blowing up her phone with every detail, thatâs what best friends are for. But she couldnât tell her about Harry. Theyâd stop being friends. Emma and Y/n had many friends who had come and gone because of Harry, she didnât blame any of them for shagging him. Heâs always been attractive and shaggable, but she knew better than to get with him then and she didnât know what had done it but lately, heâd just been irresistible last night and right now.Â
Maybe back then she just had more self-control. Y/n remembers a girl named Cami the most. She and Harry hooked up once drunkenly at a party Gemma had thrown while Anne and Robin were away and the next morning Emma and Y/n walked in on her giving him a blowie. Cami was then banned from any other sleepover. Which was a shame because Cami was super nice, it made Y/n wonder if those years of friendship protected her from Emmaâs harsh banishment or if that didnât count.Â
âWhat are you thinkinâ about?â He asked her playing with the strands of loose hair resting against his arm.
She looked up at him away from the telly sheâd zoned out on. âI- Em.â She said.
Harry nodded. âYeah, I knew it would be something youâd be thinking about.â
She sighed. âYeah, I just- sheâs gonna hate me, H. I want you, but you know I canât.â
Harry knew Emma was Y/nâs number one person and they were basically like sisters, Y/n was a part of his family, though heâd never seen her in a particularly brotherly way. She came on holidays overseas with them, she was invited to family dinners, and theyâd even had a Christmas Eve together a few times in the past couple of years. And that wasnât something he would ever try and get in the way of, Y/n being there was what made him want to attend. Because he loved that Y/n was a part of his life in that way and heâd grown up with her, he loved having her around. He cherished those moments and even though he didnât act like it, he would miss her when she wasnât there. Last Christmas Eve she was with her Grandparents and heâd hated playing Scrabble without her.
She had no idea of any of his true feelings. Which was his own fault, he knew that, he was purposefully rude to Y/n to keep her at arm's length, and acting like she didnât exist to try and suffocate his feelings from her. Emma was behind that, ever since he could remember he wasnât allowed to share Y/n. Emma was always reminding him when his eyes lingered on her longer than they should, that Y/n was Emmaâs best friend, off limits. And despite how he felt about her heâd listened to keep Y/n out of the drama of Emmaâs wrath.Â
But Harry cared for Y/n very deeply and he wished Emma wasnât so weird about it. Why couldnât they both just share her? And anyway, it was Y/nâs decision, not Emmaâs. She wasn't a toy she was a person, who made her own decisions whether or not Emma approved. Normally Emmaâs judgement was the only thing Y/n needed to make a decision, but when it came to Harry she had to disagree.
And anyway, she seemed pretty happy to be wrapped up in his arms right now, despite knowing what trouble it would cause if anyone found out. She knew it was wrong to lie, and hide, but she didn't think it was wrong be around Harry. That's what felt right.
âI know she doesnât like people getting involved with me.â He began, âBut thatâs only because they always get hurt by me and it becomes a whole thing. But I would never hurt you.â
His reassuring words made her feel better but she looked up at him, with one more worry. âHow is this any different than you and Cami, Lacey, or Tiffanyââ She was about to continue her long list of girls but he cut her off.
âBecause you're the only one for me.â
Y/n was about to ask him what he meant by that but the doorbell rang. âThatâs probably pizza.âÂ
She sat up and left before he could say anything else.Â
She was happy to be with him and she enjoyed his company and his cuddles but this whole thing scared her a lot. There were a lot of risks in going down this path with him and she was painfully aware of all the risks, she knew every single one and the reason she hadnât gotten with him before now was because she knew it was dangerous for her to get involved with such a gorgeous devilish creature.Â
Donât get her wrong she trusted Harry with her life. But that doesnât mean she trusted him when it came to his relationships. Heâd never had a girlfriend, all the girls thought they were his girlfriends but he never saw any of them as more than a shag. Which is fine, but she knew she couldnât be satisfied with just a shag. Her heart was too soft for that boy to only want his dick.
When Y/n came back with the warm pizzas burning her hands Harry was sleepily cuddling her bear in bed and she felt her heart melt and let her thoughts melt away too. They ate the pizza in bed and all worries were washed away as they distracted themselves with Y/nâs favourite film. When Harry Met Sally.Â
Harry remembered the countless times this movie was on at midnight when he came downstairs to see Y/n asleep on his couch using it to tune out Emmaâs snores.
Her eyes stung with sleep as she watched tonight, it comforted her, and the smell of Harry and the gentle sound of his heartbeat lulled her to sleep. She fell asleep quickly into the movie and Harry only noticed when he was getting no replies from her during his complaints about how cheesy and unrealistic this movie was. When he realised she was asleep right there on his chest he stopped talking and moving; wanting to let her sleep there. He grabbed the knitted blanket from the bottom of their legs and brought it to just below her chin.Â
Kissing her forehead before focusing back on the movie. He thought Meg Ryan was pretty fit and the gentle breathing of Y/n was calming, it wasnât long until he fell asleep too holding her very close to him. Not a worry about being caught, or oversleeping, just enjoyed the warmth of her body and the soft breaths that hit his neck.
It was a couple weeks later until Harry saw Y/n again and he hated to admit it to himself that he missed her, more than heâd ever missed anyone and it had just been a few days. She wasn't even his girlfriend, and she was already driving him up the wall.
Sheâd called him that afternoon and it brought out something in Harry heâd never expected to find within himself.
Harry was not a jealous person. He wasnât possessive at all. Never had been and he never thought he would be. It just wasnât who he was. He always thought it was because he just never had those feelings within him, he just didnât care. He thought jealousy was stupid. What good came from it? Jealousy never accomplished anything.
He didnât care if the people heâd been with had moved on or gotten with someone else, one time a girl heâd had a bit of a fling with for the Summer ended up hooking up with his best friend and he truly didnât care. Like at all. They expected him to get angry, shout, or stop talking to them at least. But he didnât he just shrugged and said something about how he understood. He found someone else to spend the night with quickly after their conversation, and when someone brought it up he completely forgot it had even happened, which shows how little he cared.
He just never got jealous, and it was something he felt was beneath him. Since he saw sex as such a casual and easygoing thing to him, he felt like he belonged to everyone and no one all at once and so he saw people as all the same. It was all just a blur of people and feelings. He was lucky, he never got sad after sex or disgusted he just felt a release, left, and that was that. He didnât like to chat all that much, he was a fuck and leave kind of guy. If the person really needed a cuddle or some aftercare he wouldnât just leave right away but he knew cuddling usually meant feelings growing, so he tried to avoid that at all costs too. Which to some was just awful to be around, and he could understand that too. Sometimes people wanted a connection that wasnât just compatible kinks or sexual chemistry. Something deeper, love, burning lust, tenderness. Thatâs not to say Harry wasnât a good lover, he was great no matter the person he could click well with them. He made them feel like they were the only two people in the world, but there was still a bit of a shadow to his love-making that made the people know thatâs all it was.
Just a fuck, just a kiss, just an orgasm. Nothing more, nothing less.
Heâd heard or read about people having sex that felt like fireworks or magic or something ridiculous and sappy and heâd thought it was all blown out of proportion. Sex was more primal and animalistic to Harry. It wasnât something otherworldly. It was like eating, sleeping, or breathing. It was just a natural human experience and urge, and people needed it to survive a healthy life. It wasnât tied to any emotions, just like eating a sandwich at lunch. Wasnât anything to be ashamed of either.
And it certainly wasnât ethereal, or at least it wasnât until Y/n.
He hadnât felt so connected with someone like that ever. In conversation, in sex, in life. She understood him, she accepted him, and despite their differences, it worked. And god, when they had sex it was just so time-stopping. Touching her was like touching heaven.
His jealousy, his attraction, made him realise he liked her. Like actually liked her, and that if this was what liking someone was that meant he never had before. Heâd never liked anyone except her.Â
Heâd never wanted to date someone, take care of them, and be with them without having to do anything. Just be together, you know?
Harry wanted to date Y/n, take care of her, and just be with her. The unfamiliar feelings rolled through his skin like a tidal wave. All these feelings were new to him, and it meant he didnât know how to act. It was overwhelming and he didnât know who to confide in.
Because now all of a sudden he was a jealous person? It just didnât make sense. None of it did.Â
When he found out Emma had set Y/n up on a double date with her and Zayn, Harry was not one bit okay with it. He couldnât have cared less if someone heâd been with fucked his best friend in front of him, but the idea of someone thinking they could talk to Y/n made his skin crawl. Someone getting to touch her like sheâd let him, someone getting to kiss her sweet lips, whisper filth in her ear? He hated it. He hated the thought.Â
Jealousy burned his skin like wildfire and he didnât know what to do. He knew Y/n wasnât his girlfriend, but theyâd been on a date now which meant more to him than any other interaction with any girl heâd ever had. It had been a perfect first date that eventually led to her falling asleep in his arms and him playing with her hair as he memorised every freckle on her face. They both woke up the next morning with a giggle and she walked him to his car her hand in his, and to his surprise kissed him against the hood of his car. It was enough to have him dazed and wanting more, her lips smeared against his excitedly with an innocent giggle. When she pulled away she whispered a breathless goodbye and he hadnât seen her since.
Theyâd called a few times and chatted until the early hours of the morning about anything and everything, and heâd seen her at his house a few times. But he wasnât allowed to act how he wished because Emma was always there, heâd always call Y/n when she was home complaining about how he wished things were different. But since neither of them knew what was going on yet they knew it was best to not tell her.
Y/n didnât want to go on this double date. She couldnât think of anything worse. Zaynâs friend Peter was a notorious prick on campus. He was just straight-up horrible and so jarring on the senses. Theyâd met here and there and Niall hated him too which was enough for Y/n to know everything she needed about the bloke.
Y/n was pretty sure no one liked him, not even Zayn. But Y/n agreed for Emmaâs sake. She knew Emma really liked Zayn (or so she said) and this was one of âthe only ways their date would happenâ. But that didnât make her not want to go any less. She called Harry as soon as Emma left her place to get ready.Â
He answered on the third ring.
âHi, Baby.â
She could practically hear his smile. Things were going well for them. She thought the shift from whatever they once were to this would be awkward but it was easy. They were still teasing, and rude, but the words hardly had any edge anymore. Even when she swore at him it felt like a kiss and now when he stared at her Y/n noticed the softness in his eyes. Had that always been there?
âHey, Styles.â
He sighed softly sitting down on his couch, âAnd to what do I owe this pleasure, Y/n?â
âSome bad news.â
He sucked a breath, âWhatâs wrong?â His voice melted into her spine, and he sounded worried. He was thinking the worst, and though this was pretty shitty it was nothing like he was thinking. He hoped she was okay.
âYou know I like you, right?â
He nodded but forgot she couldnât see. âYes, I like you too, what is it?â
âIâm sorry, H, but I didnât know how to say no without blowing our coverâŚâ She said avoiding saying it. She didnât know how he would react. Heâd been so lovely, she didnât want to hurt his feelings.
âSpit it out, Trouble.â He said.
âEmma begged me to go on a double date so she could be with Zayn.â She said pinching her eyes shut and practically wincing on the other line.
âAnd what did you say?â
âI said yes, Iâm sorry,â
Harry felt a pang of jealousy rush into his chest unfamiliarly. But he didnât want to make her feel bad. He knew she hadnât meant to hurt him. She sounded so guilty over the line, he was just glad she couldnât see him. He was embarrassingly jealous. He felt winded as his hand moved up to his chest, squeezing where the pain was. Normally he always knew the right things to say, but he struggled to find the words. He was just pissed.
Emma, totally got in the way time and time again. Itâs like she was out to sabotage them. He wanted to tell her off, but he knew better. Y/n would be mad if he did that.
âItâs fine, we only went on one date.â He said, but it didnât come out like he wanted. He wanted to sound aloof and fine. But his voice came out forced.
Y/n sighed, he was right they had only been on one date. But she felt that it had meant more to her than any other dates sheâd been on. And she was sure it would mean way more than this stupid date. âI know. But I wanted to tell you that I donât like Peter. I hate that guy actually, heâs a fuckinâ prickâŚ.âÂ
Harry despised Peter. Even more now. He got to be with Y/n all pretty in public on a date, Harry knew no one would treat her as well as he could. Harry knew what she wanted. What did Peter know?
â...But Emma asked me. And if Iâd have said I was seeing someone else, involved in something serious, she would have drilled me like a Russian spy. You know that itâs very surprising for me to be seeing someone, she wouldnât have let it go.â
Something serious. His heart swelled despite it all.
Harry let out a small laugh, âItâs okay, Y/n, really.â
âI donât want to go, but itâs only for a few hours. Can I call you after?â
This made him smile, despite how pissed he was she was so cute. âYeah, âcourse.â
âOkay, good, well I have to get ready, Styles, talk soon.â She said.
âBye, Troubleâ He hung up and his hands itched to do something. But he knew he couldnât do anything heâd just have to wait for her call. The whole thing made him antsy.Â
Just as he hung up Emma walked through the front door. She was holding some shopping bags.
âWhat are you up to?â He asked. They looked like clothes and shoes.
She looked over with a smile. âMe and Y/n have a double date.â
He acted surprised standing up, âOh yeah? With who?â
âZayn and Peter.â She said walking to her room and Harry followed, wanting to know more details heâd been too afraid to ask Y/n.
âWhen?â
âTonight, at seven,â Emma replied quickly hands looking through her racks of dresses, eyes far from Harry who had sat himself on her bed.
âWhere?â He prodded.
She looked over, âWhat is this? 21 questions? Why do you care?â
âIâm not allowed to be interested in your life? Gosh, forgive me caring, Em.â
She rolled her eyes. âI thought weâd grown out of the protective thing?â
âI just worry about you two. Boys are pigs.â
Emma sighed. âYou would know.â
Harry rolled his eyes.
âWeâll be fine. Itâs just at Andyâs Burgers. Itâs super close to Y/nâs place. And your friends with those guys, you know they arenât serial killers.â
His lips curled in disgust as his jaw clenched and defended himself. âZayn is fine. Peter is not my friend at all. I hate him. Heâs such a stupid twat. I donât understand why would Y/n go out with him.â
Emma turned around her hands landing on her hips. âBecause heâs hot and heâs supposed to have a big dick.â
This made Harryâs jaw clench hard. Peter better not try anything with Y/n, or heâd rip that dick off. âWhy would Y/n care about something like that? Doesnât she like guys with actual brain cells? Doesn't sound like her.â
Emma squinted, her brows pinching. âLike who, mate? It really is none of your business, Harry, we donât question your awful taste. Anyway, I donât see why you care? Y/n can get with whoever she wants.â
This made Harryâs stomach curl. No, she couldnât. She could only be with him. He wanted her all to himself. No one was worthy of her, not even himself, but at least Y/n wanted him. She didnât want Peter. Sheâd just told him he was a prick, she couldnât want him.
Harry didnât want anyone else, and heâd turned down a plethora of women and men since that night with Y/n in his bed. Heâd avoided telling her that, to avoid upsetting her. He sat up, annoyed and beginning to feel his mind go on a loop of bad thoughts of Y/n with other people. Y/n kissing another boy. God, it made him feral with rage.
He shook himself out of the images pooling in his mind. âWhatever, Iâm going to Niallâs. If you need me call me. Donât let them drive you home if theyâre drunk or summat.â
She nodded. âThanks, H.â
He nodded getting up and leaving. âBye, Em.â
âCatch ya.â She said.Â
Harry grabbed his phone, wallet, and keys and left. He was gonna blow off some steam with Niall. Anything to get his mind off Y/n sitting pretty beside that dickhead ginger Peter. Thoughts of Y/n drifted to the back of his mind as he played Mario Kart with Niall and talked shit about Niallâs new boyfriend Paddy, Niall met his mates last night and theyâd been proper twats to him and Paddy tried to gaslight him later on when they got back to his flat. Niall ended up leaving in a fit of rage. Harry tried his best at giving advice, he wanted to confide in Niall about this whole Y/n thing but he knew it could blow up in his face. Not that he didn't trust Niall to keep it hushed.
Y/nâs thoughts however were on only Harry, she would do anything to be on a date with him right now. They could be sharing a milkshake and talking about music or their days, honestly with Harry she would be happy to watch paint dry, his company made anything infinitely better. He was fun, he was cheeky, and she could be herself.
But no, she wasnât with Harry, she wasnât having fun at all. And she could hardly be her normal self one bit. She had to be quiet and polite when all she wanted to do was roll her eyes and spit out what a dickhead this boy sitting in front of her was.
She was sat beside the stupid prick Peter sipping down this actually quite delicious peanut butter & chocolate shake that was new on the menu and munching on some fries to keep her lips and hands busy while he talked her ear off. She loved the food here. She and Emma came here all the time to study and eat their body weight in their fries which have this great chicken and spicy salt flavouring on.
She just wanted the date to be over. He was so dull. The only thing heâd talked about the entire date for the past hour was him. His fatherâs business, how he couldâve had a career in Hockey if he didnât injure his knee in his final year of school, and then making jokes about his âbigâ dick and laughing like the complete and utter Tory he was. Which Y/n knew was a load of crap because one time heâd sent it to Emma during their first year of Uni and it wasnât horrible but it certainly wasnât some magical penis like he was saying.
Even just by looking at his face, you could tell he had no idea where the clitoris was. (Harry knew where it was blindfolded and you could just by the cocky look on his gorgeous face).
Y/n honestly thought it wouldâve been less painful to slam her head between a door repeatedly. Zayn and Emma were hitting it off from the other side of the booth. They were leaning in closer, giggling, flirting. She was happy for Emma, really she was, but she didnât see why she or Peter had to come. They added nothing to this date.
She was thankful when dinner arrived, it meant the date was almost over. She dove into her burger eating quickly so she could make an excuse to not talk or look at Peter. She hoped if she finished quickly the date could end quickly too.
âAre you girls going to that party on Saturday?â Asked Zayn taking a sip of his strawberry shake.
Emma looked at Y/n swallowing her mouthful of cheesy fries. âThatâs the one at Harryâs Frat. Niallâs idea.â
Y/n nodded, sheâd only go if Harry did or Emma really wanted her there. âOh, dunno. Maybe.â
Emma smiled. âIt sounds fun. I love costume parties.â
Y/n sipped on her shake and looked down at her lap her phone had a message from Harry on it. Sheâd check when no one was looking. She thought it was cute that he was checking on her.
âHate those guys though. So cocky.â
Y/n looked up and without thinking scoffed, staring him down. âWho Harry and Niall?â
Peter looked over. âYeah. Think their godâs gift because their football teamâs the most supported at the Uni. Bunch of twats.â
âCanât be any worse than you.â She said, and Emma was surprised eyes widening from across the table, Y/nâs words held a bite. But she knew that despite Y/nâs soft timid nature, she did not put up with people saying rude things about people she cared about. She was generally a calm, soft, and kept to herself kind of person. But if someone said something she didnât agree with she always spoke up. âAt least their only point of conversation isnât about their less-than-thrilling cocks and daddyâs money.â She rolled her eyes.
âCalm down, Babe. Itâs a joke. We are all mates here.â Said Peter.
Her brows furrowed as she looked at Emma, why wasnât she saying anything? If someone had said something about either Y/n or Emma to Harry he probably would have punched them without even thinking. And Niall too, Y/n remembers one time some guy smacked Y/nâs ass at a party and Niall had to be pulled off him by three people.
âAre you dumb? Niall is our best friend and Harry is Emâs brother, you really think we arenât going to be annoyed if you talk shit about them? Who do you think you are, huh?â She said turning to look at him.
Emma diverted the topic to something else and eventually, when Peter and Zayn were talking about Hockey, she made a signal for Y/n to follow her to the loo. Y/n was still pissed, and very ready to go home, she felt herself stewing in the corner her rage burning up under her skin. She didnât understand why Emma hadnât said anything, and that frustrated her more. She really hoped Emma was devising a plan for their escape but when they stepped inside the bathroom Emma stared at herself in the mirror reapplying her lip gloss she said something Y/n very much did not want to hear.
âI know Peter was a dick, but did you really have to have a go at him?â
This made Y/n even more annoyed than before, sheâd only come on this fucking date for her and now she was complaining about how she acted when Peter was the one acting like a prick. Y/n didnât see why she was at fault.
She and Emma never argued, Y/n didnât like this. Emma was always on her side, even if Y/n had been in the wrong Emma would always be on her side. And anyway, she was protecting Harry and Niall. Not just anyone. She didnât go out of her way to make the conversation turn into her having a go at him.
âYes. I did. I only came on this date for you so that you could be with Zayn. Which you couldâve done without me and Peter. Heâs awful, and you two couldâve just gone and done something on your own I donât see why I had to be here.â She said, arms folding and Emma watched her.Â
âAnd you know I donât like when people are rude about our friends.â
Emma nodded. âI know Babe, sorry. I just didnât want you to feel left out. You never go out with guys, I didnât want to make you feel bad if me and Zayn start dating, you know?â
Y/nâs brows pinched, she was acting like that wasnât Emmaâs fault. Every boy sheâd ever liked other than Harry, Emma had stolen or taken away. Itâs like she wanted Y/n to be all hers. Not that it bothered Y/n much, if she couldnât have Harry should didnât want anyone anyway.Â
âI donât care about boys.â
Emma sighed grabbing her hand. âI know, but it wouldnât hurt to put yourself out there, Babe.â
âOkay, sure, I see your point. But Peter? Really?â
She laughed. âYeah, your right, he isnât really your type. But he was the only available one on a Friday night.â
Y/n rolled her eyes playfully. âYeah, wonder why.â
Emma tucked a strand of Y/nâs hair behind her ear. âCan I ask you one last favour?â
Y/n frowned eyes sharpening. âIâm not shagging him.â
Emma laughed tossing her head back. âNo, not that.â
âThen what?â
âCan you get a lift home with Peter instead of me? I invited Zayn over, Harryâs gone to Niallâs for a bit. I need a good shag, and I need it now.â
Y/n sighed, a big groan leaving her lips. âFine. But please make this date end soon. I donât want to miss Murder She Wrote which starts at 9.â
Emma laughed. âOkay Grandma, donât worry youâll be tucked in bed in 30 minutes I can guarantee it.â
They stepped outside the loos walking back to their table and Y/n sat down on the side with Peter, sitting as close to the edge as possible. While the three were wrapped up in conversation Y/n quickly checked her phone she had a message from Harry still waiting for her reply.
Harry Styles đÂ
Call me as soon as you're home. Miss your voice.
This made her smile to herself, hearting the message before returning her attention back to the table. The three of them were talking and Y/n felt herself zone out staring out the window. Rain was dripping down against the windows. She was just thinking of Harry, and internally screaming at the fact she wasnât on a date with him right now. He had become more clingy than sheâd expected over the past few weeks, he called her a fair amount and they snuck talks in private when they could but they hadnât had a chance to go on another date yet. The way he was so kind and clingy to her was honestly shocking, normally he was the best at a fuck and ghost. She assumed heâd do the same, which she knew sheâd just pretend to be fine with and then probably lose her shit when she saw him with another girl.
But nothing had been as explosive as she thought it to be, and that was probably because Emma hadnât the faintest idea.Â
By the time everyone finished their meals Zayn and Emma made a dash for it. Leaving their money on the table with the cheque. Zayn paid half and Peter paid the other. Emma kissed her cheek and patted Peterâs shoulder before the two raced away, giggling. Y/n was cranky at the fact Emma had only thought of herself the whole night and sighed leaning back into the seat of the booth. More than ready to leave.
Y/n frowned to herself as Peter seemed totally intent on keeping her there for a bit more of a chat.Â
She tried to be polite about needing to head home. Making up some project she needed to do, but Peterâs hand slid onto her knee and she felt disgust crawl up her spine. She felt uncomfortable.
âMaybe we could just pop into the loos then, I bet your into that kinda thing. Can tell."
Y/nâs jaw dropped and she pushed his hand off quickly, she tapped her phone and Harryâs number dialling instantly. He was in her favourites. She needed his help, she knew he would come. She brought the phone to her ear.
âWhat the fuck is wrong with you?â She said lips curling in anger.
Harry picked up on the second ring. âHi, Baby.â He said, raspy. There was lots of noise, he mustâve been in the car driving home.
Peter grabbed her wrist and pulled her close. âCâmon, donât be such a prude. I paid for your dinner. You owe me at least a blowie.â
Harry, spoke over the line into her ear. âY/n?â
She snatched her wrist out from his rough palm.Â
âGet off me!â She shouted and grabbed the last of Emmaâs milkshake from the table and threw it onto him. He flinched at the cold milkshake hitting his skin, his Ralph Loren polo was now caked in thick pink liquid, and his ginger hair was now soaked and dripping down over his eyes as he gasped.Â
âBitch!â He shouted, wiping his hand over his eyes.
âFuck yourself, you pathetic fucking prick.â She shouted pointing her finger at him. Harry had heard the interaction and his fingers curled against the steering wheel, knuckles turning white from his grip. He put his foot on the pedal. He was already turning the car around in her direction.
âSorry, can you pick me up please, Harry? Peterâs a creep, I need you.â
âOf course, hang tight Iâll be there soon.â
Peter was shouting at her like the pathetic baby he was and some waitresses came over to help clean up the mess sheâd made by throwing at him.Â
âSorry,â She whispered to the cherry-haired girl who came over with a cloth and spray. The girl just laughed as Peter rushed over to the manager who had come out at the sound of the ruckus.Â
âItâs okay, he seems like he's a bit of a knob.â She said looking over at Y/n.Â
âAre you alright?â The blonde waitress asked from the other side of her.
âYeah, heâs just a handsy asshole,â Y/n explained.
It took only a few minutes before the doorbell rang above the entryway door and Harry entered the restaurant. He looked dishevelled and his eyes were wild as he stepped inside. His hair was wet from having walked from his car to her, the thunderstorm outside had soaked him. The top of his grey hoodie was speckled in rain, and his eyes were all stormy and this dark green that Y/n melted over. He made his way over to her and she felt herself forget for a second why he was here.Â
She was just happy to see him.
âYou okay?â He asked and she nodded, feeling relief flood her tummy. Harry always made her feel safe. Heâd always felt like her protector even growing up. She remembered one time at her school dance some boys were trying to get Emma and Y/n in their car, they were drunk as skunks and she remembered Harry racing over and Y/nâs whose eyes were glassy with worry and he actually rubbed her arm. Then he drove them both to the party and made sure they were okay the whole night. Heâd made her feel safe then too.
He rubbed her wrist, almost the same as that night at school. His thumb stroked it softly, as his eyes darted from hers to Peter who was still there. Covered in a milky pink drink, and swearing angrily.
Harry made his way over to him and grabbed him by the collar, in a rush of anger. He was bursting with anger and Y/n watched him surprised in her spot by the waitresses. She watched silently, expecting Harry to just tell him off. But he did more than that, Harryâs fist connected with Peterâs face and it made a slap, and he fell back onto the counter of the register with a bang.
His nose was bleeding upon the impact.
âIf you ever touch her again Iâll fucking kill you. You hear me?â The calmness of his tone was actually chilling and Y/n felt herself tense up. Harry pushed him again. She knew if she let him heâd stay and pummel him for the rest of the night.
She walked over quickly and grabbed his arm softly. âCâmon, letâs just go. Canât beat his awfulness out of him.â
ââCan try.â He replied but ultimately he listened, pulling her into his side and they both apologised to the staff as they exited the restaurant. Harryâs hand slid into hers and she followed him to his car it was raining bad, big fat droplets hitting their faces as they walked steadily to the car. He opened the door for her and she slid in, he shut it when she was all tucked inside. The rain was coming down heavily and when he plopped in beside her he didnât start the car, his hair was drenched and his eyelashes were thick with water. His face had turned soft again. He watched her for a beat. âAre you sure you're okay? I can go murder him if you want.â
She was silent for a second before turning to face him, she looked beautiful even with her frown. âHarryâs itâs fine. Can you just take me home?â
He nodded. She looked tired and frustrated, and in turn, this upset him. Y/n was too sweet to be treated like this. He wouldnât let anything like that happen to her when he was around. Heâd take care of his girl. The drive to Y/nâs house from the burger place really wasnât far and she normally wouldâve walked home if not for this heavy downpour of rain, and she had wanted Harry to be the one to comfort her. When Harryâs car pulled up outside the front of the house she looked over at him.
He was waiting for her to say sheâd call him later and kiss his cheek but she didnât. She looked up at him and sighed, bringing her hand up to push a loose curl away from his forehead.
âYou wanna come up?â She asked.
He smiled. âYou sure?â
She smiled bigger. âYeah, come on.â
He turned the engine of the car off and just as Y/n went to open the door he said, âWait.âÂ
She listened, watching as he bolted out of his side of the car to go to her side and open the door for her. She giggled at the gesture. Harry really wasnât what people thought.Â
He held his hand out for her to grab and she grabbed it as he helped her step down. The rain was heavy but neither of them seemed to care all that much considering they were both already soaking, and walked slowly up to her door. His hand was warm in hers and she shivered into his side. The rain had brought a chill to the air that nipped at her skin.
She unlocked the door and stepped inside pulling him in with her. The house was nice and warm, theyâd been lucky enough to have an old fireplace still built in. It warmed the front rooms and meant their heating bill was much less since they only had to take care of a few small rooms. Harry followed her down the hall.Â
This was the second time heâd been here, so now he knew where her room was he followed less nervously. The house was practically empty tonight beside from a few people in the living room and kitchen. Everyone mustâve been at one of the frat parties. She opened her bedroom door and they kicked off their shoes and socks that had gotten all soggy.Â
Y/n shrugged her small pink coat off and put it over her desk chair. Harry stayed sort of stagnant behind her. Running his fingers through his hair.Â
âAre y'cold, H?â She asked gripping the hem of her top, her back was facing him as she lifted it off. Revealing her lacy pink bra and bare back.
He felt his eyes widen and cheeks heat up. She yanked her jeans down and revealed a pink g-string that matched. It had bows on it, and it was all girly and pretty. Suddenly the wholesome urge to take care of her turned back into something a bit less wholesome. His cock twitched as she bent down to take her socks off. He had a great view of her plush perfect body. His hands flexed by his sides, and he looked down at his feet, did she want him to look?
She turned around running a hand through her hair, âStyles? You okay?â
She looked like a fucking dream.
He nodded looking up. âI- Yeah,â
She giggled. âWhatâs wrong?â
He rolled his eyes sighing, a smile remaining on his face. His cheeks had dusted in a soft pink that was unusual for him and only made Y/n more inclined to tease him. Roles reversed.
âDonât play all dumb, you know you're fucking gorgeous. And I canât exactly concentrate when you look at me like that.â
She walked closer to him as her hands slid under his hoodie and thick cotton t-shirt, hands grazing his skin. Her hands were cold, and he hissed slightly but made no movements to step back. Â
âLike what?â Her eyelashes fluttered up at him.Â
âLike that.â His hands slid around her back and down to cupping her ass in his big hands and bringing her closer to him. Their height difference had him bending down, ready to scoop her up into his arms.
She moved her hands onto his shoulders and pushed herself up on the tips of her toes, lips close to his. âKiss me.â
He leaned down connecting their lips together. She pulled him closer, whispering against his lips. ââM cold.âÂ
He leaned into her touch, she was gripping him tightly against herself. He pulled his arms away from her to lift his jumper off. She gripped the hem of his t-shirt and pulled that off too. His tattoos filled her vision and she wanted to bite and suck and lick and touch every single one of them. God, he was just gorgeous. And honestly, being able to kiss him was more pleasurable than any other experience sheâd ever had. Kissing him alone was something she could do for hours. When Harry just looked at her that alone was more breathtaking than anything any other boy had done. To have him here in her room, kissing her, holding her, well it was everything sheâd ever dreamed of. If her fourteen-year-old self knew sheâd probably faint, scream, cry, and go into shock.
Her hands slid to his hips and gripped the button of his jeans, as his hands found her cheeks and kissed her again. She yanked them down a little bit revealing the fern tattoos she loved so much. She remembers him posting on his Instagram when heâd gotten them, Y/n practically choked on her water when she saw them. He was just walking sex. She wasn't any better than him, completely filthy in that head of hers.
He started walking forward and leading her back to her bed. She sat down on the mattress eyes wild looking up at him. His bulge was right in her eye-line and she smiled up at him, and she grabbed him to join her. He slotted in perfectly into her arms and his hips pressed into the thin string that was covering herself. He wasnât ashamed that his cock was already growing in size in his pants, and he gently pressed it against her in hopes of some relief to his aching balls.
She sighed breathily into his mouth at the weight of him on top of her, she kept pulling him even closer. Their chests pressed into each other, and Harry was so warm, and Y/n was so soft. He couldâve stayed like that all night, in her arms.
He pecked her lips one last time as he pulled away to kiss along her chest. The little necklace she always wore that Emma had bought her was around her neck. It was the first letter of her name. His finger ran along it, stroking her upper chest.
âShould get a H.â He said before nibbling into the plush flesh of her tits. They were so warm and soft against his face. If he wasnât so needy for her heâd just rest against them and sleep, smelling her delicious scent of that clean soft scent she always smelt of, it was so comforting to him.
She smiled and softly ran her hands through his hair, her legs were still wrapped around his back. âWhy?â
He looked up, and suddenly all those emotions of jealousy and protectiveness were back rushing through him and making his hands squeeze her hips tightly. âSo people know you're mine.â
This shocked her a bit and Harry was nervous for a second, he had revealed quite a bit of feelings in that moment and distracted himself with her neck. Kissing along her sweet-smelling skin. His lips were so gentle against her like he was afraid sheâd break.
âAnd then what would you wear to show who you belong to Styles?â She said. Her voice was raspy and breathy from his kisses. His head snapped up and he smirked wickedly.Â
âWell, why donât you mark mâback with your nails like last time, and leave some bruises on mâneck until we can come up with a permanent solution?â
She smiled and felt her pussy throb at the thought. After the last time Harry was between her legs sheâd ended up with bruises on her thighs, hickeys everywhere, and she was so sore it hurt to sit all day. Sheâd told him one night on the phone and heâd lost his mind over it. Loved the idea of Y/n being marked up from him, sore from their sex, unable to sit without thinking of him.
"Sound good, Princess?"
âOkay.â She replied content with his answer. Her lips formed in a pouty kissy face and he came up to press his into hers for a long peck, she smiled when he pulled away. How could he be so cocky and rude but also so soft all at once? He moved his way back down her body and kissed her hips sucking a spot into her left hip. His hand rubbed her stretch marks along there and kissed over the now bruised mark heâd made.
He moved further down until his mouth was right against her pussy. His nose brushed against the material as he looked up at her. âGonna let me take care of you?â
âYes, Daddy.â
He smiled. âYouâre such a good girl fâme. Perfect lil' thing.â
âThank you, Daddy.â
He loved when she slipped into that state of submission and obedience because normally, despite her calm presence, she basically never let Harry have anything without being teased. She was a bit of a brat to him, which turned him on an unfathomable about.
He pulled her knickers off and threw them to the side. As he spread her legs even further apart he moved one of her thighs to rest on his shoulder and the other he pushed forward toward her tummy, practically folding her in half. His ring-covered fingers gripped them and he leaned in close to her. The lips of her were like petals of a flower, splayed out and dewy. Her clit was puffy and swollen in arousal like the bud of a flower. He brought his free hand forward and circled her clit softly. Her hips squirmed into his hand and he heard her let out a shaky breath.Â
âAh,â She gasped when he leaned in closer and his breath hit her dripping pussy. It was cool and shiver-inducing and she could practically see his smile, even though her eyes had made their way shut.
He placed a gentle kiss on her clit and her hands moved to his hair quickly. âPlease.â
He was teasing her and he loved the reaction it pulled from her. Now that theyâd already been together once there was a certain familiarity in this. He knew what she liked and he was ready to explore things that he hadnât already. Including taking his time and eating her out like heâd been thinking about since he was probably fourteen.
He looked up at her, her lips were in a pout of frustration. âWhatâs got you pouting, Princess?â
âWant you tâhelp me, Harry.â
âYou can beg better than that, Y/n.â
âPlease, Daddy.â
âPlease what, Baby?â
âPlease taste me, Daddy. Need your mouth. Want it.â
He smirked looking up at her. ââAtta girl.â
She felt her clit throb at his raspy words. He leaned forward and licked a long stripe of her slick up into his mouth. She tasted tangy and sweet just like heâd imagined. His mouth watered at the taste, and he smirked. Once heâd tasted her he knew he wouldnât be able to tease her any longer. He started moaning and grunting into her and the vibrations of it had her mewling and tugging on his hair.
âFuck.â She cried out, neck arching into the pillow.
He was acting like a starved man and sucking onto her clit with such a hunger that it startled her. She hadnât expected him to be so wild and good at it. She knew he was good, but Jesus, she was already feeling so much pleasure within mere minutes. He was suckling into her bud like a bee on a honeysuckle flower, all headily. The sweet nectar spilled onto his tongue as he kissed her lips, and practically devoured her whole. She was already feeling dreamy with the pleasure, floating with lust.
As he began to speed his tongue up and get more sloppy with his languid movements, she gained less control of her body. Her legs tried to shut on him and they were beginning to shake softly, he gripped them tighter and split her open for him.
His tongue lapped up the slick that was leaking out of her hungrily, and as he slipped his tongue near her weeping hole she let out a particularly loud whine and her back arched off the mattress. âFuckinâ hell, feels good, Daddy.â
He pulled away for a breath looking up at her, rubbing his thumb over her clit in slow hard circles that had her eyes welling with tears of pleasure. âYeah, suchaâ good girl letting Daddy eat this little pussy.â
She was bucking her hips and squirming under his tight grip. He could tell she was getting close as she ground against his face, her moans were getting louder and more desperate. Her slick was dribbling down his chin and he was moaning every few licks. Heâd taken to rubbing his cock against the edge of the mattress for some relief, and Y/n coming on done from his touch was too much for him to stay still. He needed to relieve himself. Or heâd come his boxers, which he thought we be a bit pathetic. He wanted to prove to her how good he could be with her, how he liked to take his time when he could. But his neediness was making him have a little less control than he liked.
He continued eating her pussy with such a raw animalistic frenzy that her orgasm washed over quickly, taking her by complete surprise. Her tummy filled with waves of pleasure that shot all through her body as her muscles tensed and her pussy throbbed, she could feel herself clamping down onto his tongue as he groaned.
When she came it was with a desperate, soft, cry of his name. âFuck, Harry.â She said, shutting her eyes and gripping his hair. ââM cumming.â
âCum for me, angel.â
She did. Hard. She felt like she had no control of her body as Harry talked her through her orgasm encouragingly. âThatâs it, good girl.â
Heâd slipped his fingers inside with ease and began curling against her. She felt herself fall back limp into the sheets as he continued licking and thrusting his fingers inside of her, and her hands moved to his hair once again pulling on it. Her mouth was loose-lipped and she found it hard to keep herself quiet now.
âOh, fuck, Daddy,â She said breathlessly, all soft and quiet. It made him smile as he looked up at her, slick coating his lips.Â
âGonna be a good girl and let me make you cum again?â
She nodded biting her lip. âMhm.â She said before throwing her head back when his fingers hit that soft spot inside her that she couldnât reach with her own fingers. It made her melt and shake.
Harry noticed her reaction and smirked to himself. âFound it.â
As she watched him from between her thighs, his head bobbed and the muscle of his arms flexed, he was pinning her to the bed so that he could keep going. Her second orgasm found itself much easier, it took Harry a few kisses and rubs against her clit along with his fingers pounding into her until she came.Â
Her legs moved to shut around his head and her nails were scratching along his shoulders and back. She kept repeating the words, âPlease, Daddy.â Over and over, until.
âOh, I think youâre gonna make me cum again.â
He kept his steady pace and sloppy kisses going, pulling away only to say. âCum for Daddy, pretty girl,â
And she did. It was like his words had complete control over her. The ball growing in her tummy snapped and rushed through her. This time her whole body shook as she gripped onto his arms in support, she felt this release like a tidal wave.âFuck, fuck, fuck,â
The tightness of her muscles flexing and her body shaking had her spent. She had never come so hard, and it for so long. It was a few minutes before she finally felt the pleasure subside to something more easy to take.Â
She was mewling and babbling all drunken from her orgasm. âJesus, H.â
He helped her through her second orgasm, kissing along her hips and thighs to give her swollen clit a chance to rest. When she finally came down from the peak of her orgasm, she went limp again, eyes shut, and for a moment there she couldnât hear or see anything. She could only feel him. Feel what heâd made come over her.
When she looked down at him heâd pulled his fingers out only a few centimetres away and his mouth was damp. His chin was covered in slick and as she began to take in his appearance. His neck and the top of his chest was dripping. She was confused for a second, it couldnât be sweat. Despite their intense state, she knew he couldnât be sweating that much. And then she realised.Â
âOh, I squirted, sorry.â She said embarrassed trying to shut her legs. He looked at her like she was crazy moving back up so that his hips were between her thighs.
âSorry? What are you on about? You squirted fâme, and you looked beautiful doing it too. Absolutely nothing to be sorry about.â
She smiled, still feeling shy and blushy. Sheâd squirted on his dick before, but certainly not his face. She hadnât expected it to feel so good. âThank you for making me cum.â
He smiled, and despite his rotten mouth and dominant cocky rough edges, in that moment he looked all soft and gooey and truthfully the fact he got to see Y/n so soft and vulnerable around him made him eternally soft for her. He wanted to see her like this all the time. Red-faced, pouty lips, eyes glassy in pleasure, and words slurring from complete satisfaction. Something only he got to see.
He wanted to be the only person who got her to squirt all over his face. Wanted to be the only one to taste her sweet little pussy. He wanted to be the only man for her. He felt so possessive over her like a kid not wanting to share his favourite toy. But he knew at the end of the day, it was always going to be her decision who she was with.Â
But Y/n thought that over the years it was pretty damn obvious who she wanted.Â
Harry was the only one for her.Â
She wasnât in some other boy's bed tonight, she was with him right now, running her nails softly along his arms despite how needy they both were for each other. She was slow with her touches like they had all the time in the world because really they did.
It was raining so heavily outside, the wind was howling wildly rustling all the trees nearby, and the thunder roared above them. The shelter her little room provided them with was perfect, and it felt like all time ceased to exist. The sky had turned dark and so had their eyes, her room was almost pitch black, and they were both so warm and close. Skin to skin.
Y/n was right here, naked, and waiting for him.Â
Things werenât so bad after all.
He placed a soft long kiss on her lips and she could taste herself on his tongue. Things tonight felt different than the first time, although Harry was fueled and fiery with jealousy and he wanted to take her roughly, it all felt more intimate.
His hands moved to her hips squeezing the plush flesh and running his hands over the stretch marks that decorated her skin. Every inch of Y/n was beautiful, and heâd never thought that before about anyone. Heâd never seen someone's hands and thought what absolutely beautiful hands they had, or what beautiful teeth they had, or how cute their ears were. There wasnât a part of her body that he wouldnât worship.Â
To him, she was the picture image of beauty.
The kiss deepened as he rolled them over. His head rested where hers just had, and he could feel the warmth her body had left behind. She sat right up against his cock, and she could feel him throbbing against her. His old thin boxers left little room for him to hide his aching want. He was honestly rock hard, watching her cum twice, feeling her, tasting her. It had him so hard he couldâve cried.
Her tits were right in his eyeline, all soft and full. He took one into his mouth sucking on her sensitive nipple, and enjoying the loud whine she let out. His hands had fallen to her ass now, and sheâd taken to grinding against his clothed cock. He could feel the wetness of her leaking down onto his boxers and he wanted to stuff her full. Despite her two orgasms, Y/n was still managing just fine on top of him.
She pulled back just slightly so she could grip the hem of his boxers and tug them off. His cock sprang up against his tummy, and even though sheâd seen it before sheâd probably never get used to how fucking big and gorgeous his cock was. The pink ruddy tip that glistened in precum, his long veiny shaft, that girthiness he had. God she could stare at it for hours, she thinks he is beautiful in the way those ancient paintings of Greek gods were beautiful. His hair was unruly and curly and fit for a golden wreathe to sit, his body all muscular and tanned, his absolute manliness. Something about how capable he was was just enough to have her squirming her thighs.
If she was to paint him, sheâd want him to look something like this. Messy, needy, and staring right at her. She moved her hand to grip his cock giving it some gentle strokes, he was hissing already. Her hands were so warm and soft, and she pursed her lips and spat down onto him, allowing her to stroke him faster.
âSuch a pretty cock, Daddy.â
He let out a laugh through his moan, âPretty?â
She nodded. âJust like the rest of you. Beautiful.â
He felt his cheeks warm in a blush. No one had ever called him that before. She was still stroking him and he felt his eyes begin to squeeze shut in pleasure. His hips rutted up into her hand a few times.
âWant to feel this pretty cock, Daddy, please,â She said, her voice in a gentle begging tone.
He opened his eyes and smiled his hand moving from her hip to her cheek stroking it with his thumb.Â
âCome sit on it, all yours to sit on, Princess.â
She smiled up at him, kissing his jaw and letting go of his stiffy so that she could move her legs up the bed. When she was hovering over him she placed her arms by his shoulders ready to slide onto him when he stopped her.Â
âWait, condom?â He asked, kissing her nose.Â
She shook her head. âWanna feel you, sâthat okay?â
He felt his cock twitch at that. âYeah, Iâm clean, trust you. Want that too.â
She smiled leaning forward to place a kiss on his lips. Her hand grabbed his dick and brought it up between her slick folds, collecting the wetness. She slowly slid down onto it and felt herself stretching for him, her two orgasms allowed more room for him to glide into her easily, but no matter how wet she was his cock was always going to stretch her out.
When sheâd made it halfway she looked up at him, âY'big, sorry,â
He just pushed some hair away from her face, kissing her jaw near her ear. âTake your time.â
Eventually, she made it hilt of him, sitting down on him softly. They both let out heavy sighs at the feeling, she felt so full of him. He was so deep, she could see the bulge of him in her tummy. She leaned her forehead against his shoulder and his hands massaged her thighs softly. If not for their burning desire Harry couldâve stayed just like that for hours. His back against the wall, her resting against him, cock all warm inside her. It was perfect.
She eventually lifted her head up and smeared their lips together in a messy gentle kiss. Her arms wrapped around his back in an embrace as she began to lift herself up and then back down slowly. The stretch starting to burn in pleasure now, and the pain subsiding. He moaned into her mouth loudly as she started to pick up a rhythm of deep hard thrusts. The tip of him was hitting that spot that had her eyes rolling back into her skull as she started to find the rhythm that was right for them both. She was going slow yet hard and deep, it had her pussy clamping down against him which was sending him up the wall.
Her pussy was to die for, so tight, and perfect around his cock. Wet and warm. He wanted to bury himself in it all hours of the day. Her lazy bounces started to pick up as she gripped his shoulders for leverage. His hands moved from her hips to her ass, gripping her tightly as he began to pump his cock up meeting her bounces. He was moaning and grunting into her neck and tits at the feel of her tight pussy, he started kissing her all over.
It was a beautiful sight, his pretty girl's tits bouncing right in front of his face, and her moaning against his cock. He couldn't help but smile, a devilish one.
âDaddy, fuck,â She swore. She was getting close again. Her previous orgasms had her so sensitive to his touch.
One of his hands came forward and began to rub messy circles against her puffy clit. She let out a whine and shut her eyes bouncing as if her life depended on it, his other hand squeezed her ass kneading it roughly, as he thrust his cock up into her pussy.
âYouâre Daddyâs good girl arenât you?â
This made her let out a particularly loud whimper.
âWhat was that, Princess?â
She just let out another noise of pleasure.
His hand moved up to grip her chin so sheâd look at him. âSay it, Y/n. Tell me.â
âIâm your good girl, H.â
He frowned. âH?â
Her hips were stuttering on his cock and the hard rubbing against her clit. âIâm your good girl, Daddy.â
He smirked. âWhoâs little pussy does this belong to?â
God, he was filthy. She fucking loved it. Itâs what sheâd imagined him to be liked. Raw, rough, filthy, dominant, and possessive.
She cried out as his thrusts began to speed up. She was dizzy with it all, struggling to speak.
Her voice came out hoarse and breathless. âYours,â
âWhatâs mine, Y/n?â
âMy pussy, itâs yours. I'm yours.â
He smirked. âGood girl, sucha' good fucking girl.â
His thrusts caused her entire body to jolt forward, as her nails scratched down his arms and she began to scream at the pleasure.Â
âThatâs it, take Daddyâs cock,â
She gripped his arms for dear life, âGunnaâ come again. Ah, mm, fuck.â
He didnât stop for a second and it was only a few thrusts until she was squirted all over his cock and shaking wildly. He could tell heâd fucked her hard because she was practically limp on top of him when her orgasm subsided, she was spent. Harry had ruined her. Three orgasms, three mind-blowing orgasms, she didnât know if she could handle another.
He kissed her lips. âGood job, sweet girl.â
She smiled dazedly. âThanks, Daddy.â
âWant me taâ take care of yaâ now.â His voice hadn't gotten even slower, slurring from the absolute raw fuck he was having.
She nodded and he helped her off him. She fell back onto her bed, back amongst the mess that was her sheets. Her hair lay above her like a crown and he kissed her lips softly, enjoying this gentle side to her. It seems the more she came the softer she got, more clingy, handsy. He fucking loved it. He was sure his shoulders were covered in scratches from her, and his hair had been tugged about by her. He probably looked just as fucked out as her.
She was covered in a light sheen of sweat, and her lips were swollen. She looked up at him fluttering her lashes. Sexiest little thing ever, a total minx. âWant you.â She whispered. She wanted him to cum, fill her up. She'd been thinking about for years, especially lately.
He grabbed her legs spreading them far apart so he could slot in between her. He was sitting up on his knees all tall above her. Her tummy curled in anticipation and desire, he was so fucking hot. His gorgeous veiny hands touched her and those ring-covered fingers of his gripping into her flesh hard. His swirls of ink were still visible under the moonlight.Â
He was a sight. A pure filthy sight she wanted to hold onto in her mind forever.
âWant to fill you up, Princess.â He replied. His cock was begging for his orgasm, heâd managed to last through one of her orgasms pulsing against him, but he knew the next one would push him over the edge. He slowly slipped inside of her, and her hands found their way to his arms, gripping them hard.
He started thrusting roughly without much warning, causing her bed to shift and creak under the weight of them both. She moaned loudly, âOh, fuck,â
With each thrust her body jolted into the bed, as she tried to find a way to control her squirming body.
He let out a hiss as his balls slapped against her ass. âFeel so good around me, sweet girl. Fuckin' perfect. Made for this cock.â
She pulled him closer so that her chest was pressed into his. His face slipped into the side of her neck and shoulder and gently kissed along there. One of her arms wrapped around his back and the other found his hand, he held hers tightly. He continued fucking into her deep, it felt so good it hurt and her hips jutted to meet his.
ââWanna cum, Daddy, can I?â She said softly, in a pleading tone that had his balls aching to fill her pussy up with his hot cum. He grunted pounding into her just that bit harder, this final bundle of energy he had was going toward making her finish.
She felt her tummy tightening familiarly with her orgasm. She knew that she couldnât hold onto it much longer.
âCum fâme please, Y/n.â He whimpered, âBe a good girl and let me feel you cum on mâcock.â
His hand held hers tightly, and this romantic intimate side of him was all too much for her, this was somehow hotter than his rough side. She loved to see him like this.
She pulled his face to hers, and they kissed as she finished. It was all teeth and tongue, noses brushing into each other, and she cried out into his mouth. He nibbled her lip and felt her clamping against him rapidly.
When he pulled back from the kiss they were breathless, each thrust had her practically crying out.
âGonna make me cum, Y/n,â He whispered. âWhere do you want me cum?â
She wrapped her legs around his hips. âInside me, please, Daddy.â
When he made eye contact with her thatâs when he finally orgasmed. The thrusts of his hips grew sloppy with pleasure as he let out a loud moan of her name and some curses. She was scratching his arm and back softly letting him fuck her full of his cum as his pleasure subsided. He didnât move out of her, just landed on top of her. His head resting right above her fast-beating heart. He was fucking spent.
She stroked his hair feeling nice and full of him. She could feel his cum inside her, dripping out onto his cock. He was warm and big to cuddle she loved it. He lifted his head up when he caught his breath, placing a kiss on her forehead, then her nose, then her cheeks which made her giggle, then finally her lips.
âYouâre so beautiful.â He whispered.
âOh, shut up Styles, I already let you fuck me, no need to butter me up now.â She teased.
He rolled his eyes, still inside her, still holding her hand. âYouâve always been beautiful, most gorgeous girl in the whole world.â
Her face turned soft, cheeks blooming in a soft dusty rose. âYouâre beautiful too.â
He smiled. âThank you.â
Eventually, he pulled out of her, she felt empty and whined at the feeling. She was so sensitive now. She honestly wouldn't have minded if he'd stayed inside her for the rest of the night.
She shut her eyes and as he sat back, he watched his cum drip out of her. It made his tummy flutter. He knows he shouldnât be thinking this far ahead considering Y/n and him werenât even dating. But if she got pregnant with his baby, that would be the cutest thing in the world. He cut those thoughts from his mind and stood up.Â
âGonna clean yâup.â He said, walking to her bathroom. He found a cloth in there and wet it with some warm water walking over to the bed.Â
She opened her eyes which had turned bleary with sleepiness. She smiled tiredly over at him. He smiled back, grabbing her legs and spreading them so he could wipe her down. She whined at the touch of the cloth.
âSorry, Baby.â
She let out another soft wince. âSâokay, worth it.â
As he stared down at her he noticed how sweaty she looked. âWanna shower? Iâll help you. We probably should after all that rain and other stuff.â
She nodded, a small laugh leaving her mouth. âOkay, just donât let me fall asleep and drown in there.â
He laughed. âCourse not.â
He helped her up to a sitting position and she looked up at him sluggishly. âReally got me sore, H.â
He frowned. âSorry, Angel.â
She teasingly sharpened her gaze, âYou arenât sorry, you filthy boy.â
He smirked. ââM not sorry for taking whatâs mine, I am sorry youâll be sore tomorrow.â
She rolled her eyes. âYou will be sorry when I keep complaining.â
"I'll massage you, don't worry."
He picked her up startling her, she always knew he was strong but never expected him to pick her up with such ease, and if she wasnât totally spent sheâd want to test what also he could do with those big muscles. Throw her around maybe? Fuck her standing up? Sheâd make a note to herself to try that later.
His hands were under bum and as he walked to the bathroom, the shower was surprisingly big and had a tiny little shelve that came out which had all her soaps and shampoos, but there was enough room for her to sit on it.
He turned the water on warm and placed her onto the sink bench. She watched him under the pale light of the bathroom. How was this the same Harry from before?
This was a soft kind man, a gentleman, hardly a frat boy dick. She didn't know where'd he been hiding this side of him. But she liked him just as much as he did the rotten-mouthed boy she knew.
In the shower he took care of her as promised, washing her hair with the lavender-scented shampoo she owned. He used some too, and he helped wash her skin with this fresh-smelling shower oil she had. Softly cleaning her sore parts and he massaged her body with such a gentleness that she melted right into his hands.
Sheâd never expected Harry to be one to stay and cuddle after, let alone help shower. He was so nurturing to her. It made her feelings bloom and spread through her body like wildflowers.
When they were both clean Harry even helped her dry her hair, and change into some comfy clothes. While she was brushing her teeth and putting some skincare on he fixed up her sheets and tucked himself into them. He'd put his rings in the little dish she had on her bedside table. Checking his phone to see it was late. They'd been going for a while.
When she came out in a baggy shirt that Harry had worn last time he was here, it still smelt of him, and some little black knickers he felt his heart skip a beat. She looked especially good in his clothes.
âCâmere.â He opened the duvet and she slid in beside him tiredly. He pulled her close, right in the crook of his chest, heâd decided to wear nothing to bed. Which bothered neither of them. He ran hot, especially with Y/n snuggling right up against him.
Her window was open letting the heavy downpour of thunder and rain become background noise as they fell asleep. He kissed her temple, rubbing her back underneath his shirt.
âNight, Beautiful.â
She shut her eyes kissing one of the swallows on his chest. âNight, Styles.â
Sleep found them both quickly and Harry held onto her the whole night. He was completely smitten with her, the one girl he couldnât have was the only one he wanted. Fuck. They were so screwed.
PART THREE???????
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N.M || 0.8k || some romcom for a man I don't even have any solid thoughts/feelings on but the inspo slapped me in the face. violently.
You would think that after attending Yuuei for three years now and being classmates for said three years with dumbasses like Denki Kaminari, Kirishima Eijiro, and Izuku Midoriya (yes, class 3-Aâs golden boy. You just have to catch his dumbassery at the perfect time) that you would learn toâŚnot engage in their ideas that lack common sense.Â
But either you havenât learned or you just donât have any self preservation, because thatâs exactly how you got here:
Pulling open the door to the infirmary, mumbling curses under your breath (still grinning, might you addâ it had been funny as shit, even if you got a sprained arm for the trouble). Though, as you looked around, Recovery Girl didnât seem to be around.Â
But Neito Monoma was.Â
âOh, fuck no.âÂ
Listen, you honestly didnât have a real problem with Monoma. He was justâŚ
A prick. All because your class starts with an âAâ and had its fair share of spotlight encounters (mainly with villainsâ all of which were highly unwanted, thank you very much).Â
âItâs so good to see you, too, Y/n.â Monomaâs annoyingly condescending voice managed to come out sickly sweet, immediately making you turn around and start to go right back out the door.Â
But unfortunately, heâd caught sight of your swelled arm- which had started to bruise pretty badly- and stopped you from relieving yourself of his presence.Â
âNow, now. I am here assisting our lovely Recovery Girl and I canât just have you leaving while still injured, that would make me look like Iâm not doing my job.âÂ
You deadpanned, reluctantly sitting on the edge of one of the beds. âNo offense, and by that I mean full offense, but Iâd rather just walk it off than let your lips come anywhere near me.âÂ
His copy quirk is what allowed him to help out as a healer in the first placeâ and Recovery Girlâs quirk healed by kisses. Youâd be damned if you were letting him have the privilege of kissing even a sliver of your skin.Â
âOh my, so rude. Youâre breaking my heart.â His grin was a little too smug, but Monoma couldnât help it. Heâs had a stupid crush on you since year one: this opportunity was just too perfect.Â
Not that he would ever admit it. Especially the part where his heart was fucking racing faster than Iida could run right now.Â
âGood. Perish.â you groaned, looking away with an apprehensive frown. Your arm was starting to hurt as the adrenaline slowly wore off andâŚyou did come all the way to the infirmary to get healedâŚ
Was it weird that your heart was thudding in your chest? You barely even knew Monoma, for fucks sake, he was justâŚan academic rival at best.Â
âAnd pretty.â Your brain supplied. To which you promptly told it to shut upâŚwhich it didnât, because Monomaâs pretty face was currently all up in your business.Â
âThat arm of yours looks painful. Are you really too prideful to be healed by me? Thatâs not a good heroic quality, you know.âÂ
He sincerely hoped you would cave before he just started beggingâ and the embarrassing part is, Monoma wouldnât have to even think twice about it. Thatâs how..tightly you have him wrapped around your finger.Â
âShut up. Youâre one to talk about pride, smug bastard.â Your words didnât really have the bite that you intended- and you could feel your cheeks starting to burn- so with another colorful curse, you relented.Â
âFine.âÂ
Except no kiss came after your agreement. Youâd even tensed up your arm in preparation for his touch but there was nothing. That was funnyâ he was so smug just a second ago and now heâs all quiet.Â
âMonoma, are you gonna heal me or not-âÂ
As soon as your head turned towards him, his lips pressed against yours. It was as shocking as seeing Bakugo Katsuki be nice, which was pretty damn high up on the âwhat the fuck is happeningâ list.Â
But it feltâŚgood.Â
Monoma himself was surprised, not at his actions, but at your own: the reciprocation of his kiss (when he was so sure youâd pull away and knock his block off), the way your hands- both of them now that your arm was healing- had cupped his jaw, pulling him closer.Â
It was like the room was spinning, but..softly. With warmth being woven in, making you feel fuzzy starting from the tips of your toes and moving all the way to your fingertips.Â
When the kiss finally broke, it was quiet, only unsure breaths filling the air. Oddly enough, he felt nervous and had to fight the urge to apologize.Â
âWell? How was that for healing?â Is what came out of his mouth instead.Â
And you didnât even have a witty response to give back, too dazed and flustered to even care at that second.Â
âDo it againâŚstill hurts.âÂ
âAcademic rivalsâ be damned.
inspo credits:
(I found the text post on Pinterest so I just screenshotted it because who knows how old it may be oasjihrugoajfk but their user is still the same: @energon-with-a-curly-straw)
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haikyuu ships but its ways they said "i love you" before they had the courage to say "i love you."
daisuga: Suga's favourite movie of all time doesn't really mesh with Daichi. He thinks it's confusing and weird, and the gore is way over the top. But Suga loves it, and the comfort it provides, especially when he's sick, so Daichi always watches it with him even if he hates it. "Why do you always agree to this?" Suga asks, as Daichi's settling in to ride out another viewing. "Because it's something you love," he replies, as if this were the most obvious thing in the world.
iwaoi: Iwaizumi doesn't think he's ever going to convince Oikawa that he's the best setter, or that he's worked hard enough, or that he doesn't need to compare himself to everyone else. But he hates the way Oikawa can't seem to find value in himself outside of some seemingly fickle ranking system in his mind. So when they're fighting, and Oikawa keeps saying that it's just "objective fact" that Tobio is better than him, Iwa has to grab him by the face and tell him: "I won't let you slander things I care about."
ushiten: Tendou had often made the joke about being Ushijima's best friend, because it was funny. All their team, their classmates, always laughed. "He's my bestest bud," Tendou would say, because the whole school knew they made a funny pair, and it was laughable to think Ushijima would ever articulate a sentiment as juvinile as "best friends." Of course, when Ushijima realizes that people find this joke funny, he's very confused. "If it is a matter of not being good enough for you," Ushijima says, because he cannot think of a reason anyone would disparage Tendou, so it must be joke at his own expense, "then I will earn it."
kagehina: Hinata gets injured late in their second year. Its not the worst injury in the world and will heal just fine, but it takes him out of practice for a few weeks at the beginning of summer. He expects Kageyama to forget about him during this time. What good is a spiker who can't jump, can't even practice? But that doesn't happen. Kageyama seems to, if Hinata's not mistaken, dote on him. Carries his stuff, scolds him for not elevating the offended ankle properly, tells him to be careful. "Why are you being so fussy?" hinata asks. "Because I can't stand the idea of you not making a perfect recovery," Kageyama replies. "Who else could keep up with me?"
tsukkiyama: Yamaguchi likes to tease Tsukki over his lack of other friends. "You're too mean, you scare them away!" and "You're gonna have one lonely birthday if the only person who bothers to show up is me!" The last time he said this, though, Tsukki had replied with: "You're enough." and Yamaguchi still hasn't quite gotten over it yet. They celebrate his birthday just the two of them that year.
arankita: Aran came over to help on the farm over spring break. He didn't have to - between you and me, he hated that kind of physical labour anyway - but it was a way to spend a little more time with Kita before they graduated. At the end of the break, Kita surprises him by giving him a key to the house, "for emergencies," just in case. When Aran blusters and tries to ask why, Kita says: "I trust you." Considering Kita has never trusted anything except for himself and his own actions, Aran isn't sure any spoken sentiment could have meant more in that moment.
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Can you please make more Remy LeBeau content? I love that little Cajun man so much! Please and Thank you!
Remy LeBeau x male reader
Headcanons
Iâve had this plot idea for a while, so im gonna try to shake it out my system. I know very little about Cajun culture, European here, so take it with a grain of salt. Sorry for the lack of posting, classes have already been beating me up and I literally just started.
You were your average Cajun kid when you met Remy, back when he still ran with the thiefâs guild and before he was adopted by Jean-Luc.
You were a bit of a stereotype when it came to New Orleans Cajun kids. You liked to cause trouble, you liked to party, you liked to hunt frogs at night and spearfish Gar when there were no frogs. And damn did you like messing with the gators. All your messing around did make you lose your pinky on your right hand, but it didnât stop you.
You were no mutant, but you might as well have been with all the stuff you got into. You always claimed it was just your Cajun roots that kept you immortal.
That was how you met Remy, through all your troublemaking. Youd just shoved one of your friends bullies into the swamp near your neighborhood, and immediately legged it, knowing his brothers would feed you to the gators if they got the chance.
Thatâs how you end up running right into Remy, sending you both skittering across the ground. Before he could say anything though, you just grad his wrist with your four fingered hand and drag him along, cackling as the bulliesâ brothers try and catch you.
The two of you end up in a completely different neighborhood, hiding under somebodies porch as you try not to snicker as the older boys run right past, cursing up a storm about the âgator baitâ getting away. And yes, that was what people called you in your neighborhood, because of your hand.
Remy had expected you to immediately fear him or become disgusted at the sight of his eyes. But instead, you just told him they were cool as fuck and you wished your eyes were like that.
After hiding for a while, the two of you split up to go about your lives. But you end up bumping into each other quite a lot, since you both just like to wander. Thatâs how you two end up becoming friends, even as hes part of the thieves guild.
You end up dragging him to your house too where he meets your mother. Your dad wasnât around anymore, he drowned when you were a baby, but your mom said you had his fire and lack of self-preservation.
To Remys shock, your mom didnât mind his eyes either, just accepting him in with a kind but tired smile. He later learns your mom works two or three jobs depending on the season to keep you guys fed, which is why you have so much time to run around.
You two keep growing up together, even if there at times is distance for different reasons. You keep causing trouble, but get better at hiding it, you become real good at figuring out the area, the waters, the people and animals, so on and so forth.
This helps you get your first job as a guide for tourists. You donât really like it, but they tip you pretty well. You use that money to take Remy out for sno-balls, or rather, its you going in to get them, so you guys can eat them on your backyard porch.
You both gained a lot of scars over the years from the different lives you lived. Youd never asked Remy about the guild, and he never really asked too much about the different scars on your arms and legs he was sure came from a knife and not fishing wire.
It was also on that porch you guys shared your first kiss. It was clumsy, uncomfortable, your lips stained blue as his were green, from the thick sugary syrups used on the sno-balls. But it was still the best kiss either of you could have imagined.
You two never got to explore too deeply what your relationship meant. one week Remy was more distant than usual, before he suddenly showed up at your place, looking worse to wear, telling you he needed to get out of New Orleans.
You werenât gonna question him, so you packed him into your truck and just started driving. The entire time he clung to your hand, looking at you so intensely, like hed never see you again. But you tried to keep the mood light, joking as usual and playing your favorite music.
The goodbye was one of the hardest things in your lives. You even told Remy youâd leave him with, ready to leave it all behind to stay by his side, wherever he would go. But Remy knew you had a life here, you had your mom, a good job, other friends, he couldnât ask that of you.
So, in the end, Remy simply kissed you goodbye, and said he hoped you two would meet again. And disappeared into the night, like something out of a dream.
A couple of hours passed before you decided to drive back home. You smoked through an entire pack of cigarettes, so tempted to also empty the bottle of alcohol you hid under the seat in your truck. But you also knew you needed to return to your mom.
So with one final longing glance in the direction Remy disappeared, you turned back around and drove back home, New Orleans feeling less vibrant and lively than usual.
It would be years before you two meet again, and even then, it had been an accident.
You had left New Orleans behind after Remy left, your mom passed away, and nothing really kept you there without either of them. It took a while before you finally settled down in New York. It wasnât the same as where you grew up, but it was good enough for now. And if nothing worked, you could just go back to Louisiana and live in a small shed, where youâd spend your days catching fish.
What brought you together, was that your neighbors kid developed their mutation. Something they couldnât hide, their eyes so different they couldnât even use contacts as an excuse.
If their parents had been kind, hadnât been so openly ex-mutant, you might not have done anything. But youâd heard rumors of Charles Xavier, and how his school helped Mutants like that.
So, you packed your neighbors kid into your truck, the same youâd driven Remy in, with what they needed to bring, and drove them there. Like the ride with Remy, you tried to keep the mood light, hoping to just keep it all from falling apart.
It took some time to get to the school, through whatever security they had, and to the front door. Part of you feared it was the wrong place, until the guy whoâd spoken to you over the security comm stepped out. That visor made it pretty clear he wasnât just your average joe.
Normally youâd have left it at that, leaving the kid with people who knew what they were talking about and doing. But they were too scared to be alone, and after some scowling from a guy that looked like a hairy homeless guy, you were allowed in.
Your thick accent seemed to gain some positive or funny reactions, that same hairy guy from before grumbling âanother Cajunâ. But you were mainly focused on getting the kid settled.
Of course, until you heard a familiar voice, laying his usual flirts on thick with somebody. Remy was still as handsome as when you last saw him, though a little older, but so were you. The kid was introduced to him, and the two already seemed to bond over their eyes being their main visual of their mutation.
âThey reminded me of you, maybe thatâs why I felt so protectiveâ you just throw out there, hands in your pockets as you shrugged, your voice immediately catching Remyâs attention, who seemed as shocked to see you as you were him.
It was clear you two knew each other, and that emotional look in your eyes had the others shuffling off to keep showing the kid around, as you two were left alone.
You two go out back to sit on the porch of the mansion. It wasnât the same as in New Orleans, but it still had your heart racing. It was awkward for a moment, you two sharing what youâd been up too since you last saw each other.
With you, Remy didnât need to put on the plays like usual, he could just be Remy LeBeau and nobody else, and holding your hand with only four fingers in his own laid to rest some of the pain that had been present for years.
You two didnât immediately start dating or anything. It was more returning to what was before, without all the stealing and trouble you two used to get into. At least, not to the same degree. But it built at a comfortable pace.
You became an honorary visitor of the mansion, since the kid you brought there still felt quite attached, but also for Remy. You were also able to worm your way into the hearts of the other x-men, some quicker than others, but you did it anyways.
Remy spent a lot of time at your place too, and he even helped you move when you moved just a bit closer to the x-men.
Neither of you could really tell when it went from deep pining to dating. One moment you guys just finally started kissing. The cuddling, sharing clothes and many other things that came with a relationship was something you already did, so the kissing was truly the last part missing.
You do end up having to learn better self-defense, being close to the x-men like that. But for Remy youâd do anything, even doing stretches that have your legs screaming since you arenât used to bend like that.
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Ë áľ Ë . . "who i like? do you seriously think I'm gonna tell you that? anyways itsâ"
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premise. someone asks who you like.. and you respond with their nameâsaid person right beside you!
characters. all dorms and their prominent students
includes. gn reader
note. after a long wait! and the almost month this has been on my 'to be added' category it's hereeee.. fun fact.. I actually finished another work because I liked the idea of it more even though this was my prioritized.
was 20 mins late because I was fixing my posts aksbja
heartslabyul
looks at you like you're insane. I'm confident everyone can envision riddle's face like that. it's in between the verge of being flustered and being appalled by your lack of filter. heat practically steams out of riddle's ears as his movements stutters, clearly struggling to comprehend what you said. maybe you should get ready for an earful but you're pleasantly suprised when riddle sets aside his.. passionate emotions to shyly ask a confirmation. (with admitted aggression as if he's in denial)
trey's eyebrows shoot up but the action looks way more casual than it should be. I mean, surprisingly he's pretty calm on taking it into account but he ends up just being a smiling fool beside you as you continue your conversation with your friend. he's like... âââĄâ beside you as your friend looks between the two of you in a hurry before breaking into a laugh. should be be worried that you're this bold..? well, it did work in his favor so he can't say a thing.
happy go luck cater looks even more happy than you've ever seen him in your life. hanging lowly by his sides, his hands twitch and he itches to pull out his phone to basically renounce to the world that his feelings are very much reciprocated and probably lowkey shitting on the people with one sided loves because, ha! he wins!! you bet he's gonna settle for screaming in his private account and then proceeding to scream in his pillow.
before he could foster up a grin and break out of the 'calm and responsible' honor student, deuce had to keep his lower lips under his teeth lest he looks like a weirdo smiling uncontrollably tinged in flush. the whole time he was just staring at you goofily.. like he's on cloud nine, which I concur. because he is. the one who gets gaslighted (not by you) into thinking that you both now are in a relationship like.. deuce be for real you didn't even ask me on a fate. (actually both of you might think you're in a relationship because of the way you're acting like yall are)
contrary to beliefs I think ace would be on the more casual side. you know? throwing an arm around your shoulder and shattering whatever personal space criteria there was. clearly there's no need when you 'like' him so much. he's using your words as an excuse to do whatever he wants, like leaning strangely close, letting a hand linger longer than it should. whatever restraint he had before is gone now because now he's moving onto a new level of personal. you'd either hate or secretly like the change. hate because ace wtf we're in class and like because,, who wouldn't want your crush to be overly affectionate with you?
savanaclaw
you'd think leona wasn't listening at all just from the indifferent look on his face but you know better just from the way his eyes perk up, tail sticking up in dormant but still a signal of alert and attention. for once he doesn't quip a tease, or a smart-ass remark that would want you to shovel your way to the ground on embarrassment. he just.. sits there, staring seemingly into the void of thin air itself. maybe it's because he's feeling particularly sentimental or sensitive today that his heart feels like it's encased in warmth. it feels good.
a laugh too shaky for his preferences, ruggie hopes he didn't look too nervous for his sake. I mean, this is literally his suprise of the century and when I tell you that it's a big shock to him, it's an understatement. come on, if he did think you had feelings for him ruggie imagined the confession going normally. either buttering him up or going straight to the pointâthe latter, which he prefers but when he said to be direct he certainly didn't expect this! the hyena runs away with jitters and a skip to his steps but he comes back a few minutes later looking more relaxed than you've ever seen him.
once again. contrary to expectations which the savanclaw boys had practically shattered those, many would think jack would go all shy. from the previous savanaclaw boys you'd think I'd go against expectations again but you're.. wrong hehe. i don't know how to explain other than he wills himself to show a reaction other than fluster, maybe it's just in his pride to now show you an ounce of weakness but literally how could be when you're the weakness? he doesn't know if you making him soft is good or not.
octavinelle
if it was real and possible to actually happen without a third party force, azul's glasses would've definitely shattered the moment you said the direct confession. he's torn between wanting to excuse himself to scream like a school girl or intent to not let the fluster show. well, either way he does both. keeping his emotions hardly in check, sometimes slipping up multiple times but when the time comes where you both part ways you know he's silently smiling to himself when he turns round a corner. the twins are suspicious and curious as to why azul had been in a good mood nowadays..
either jade maintains his cool, natural closed eyed smile or he crinkles his eyes when he breaks into a large sharp toothed grin. of course both has the lingering ominous feeling around it because it's jade.. and even you have to agree that him openly cracking a grin isn't exactly a good sign of peace, rather so a harbinger of trouble. if you were bold enough to say that in his presence I wonder how that previous confidence will fare when he's practically picking at your earlier words to gouge a reaction. no jade, I only said like. not love (yet).
no one other than floyd would be more than ecstatic. he didn't hear it at first, blinking then tilting his head to the side when he pauses to register it. so when he finally processes it you bet he's giggling in his head but in real time? he's practically sweeping you off your feet to hug you in the air. figures with the strange merman strength.. you find out that floyd is quite clingy when he's immensely happy, he even refused to let you go through classes and when you insisted he just sat down next to your seat and promptly kicked out whoever sat there before! floyd atleast hide! I mean the professor would surely notice the eel that's not in supposed to be in their class.
scarabia
if there was an option where he could purchase everything in the world then giving it to you without expecting anything back kalim would surely choose it. you got him so happy to the fact that he's willing to do practically anything that you ask. he doesn't mean to be over the top but.. he just wants to make you happy, which is more than you deserve. no matter how many times you tell him that you don't need any gifts but rather him only, it seemed like it only did worse since he practically fell a hundred times harder which brings us to the conclusion that he wants to give you the world a whole lot more now..
a complete opposite of kalim. jamil merely blinks and casts you a side eye. for the record, he is a little impressed you're that bold because if it was him he would've just brushed this person away or claimed that he liked no one but here you are. completely obliterating the concept of secrets. perhaps that's why he likes you in the first place, your personality is certainly a force to reckon with.. but sometimes you just have to tone down the chaos.. *please* đ
pomefiore
vil is no stranger to bold proclamations but he can't deny he's a little startled. well, he didn't pick you out to be that type of person. either way usually he'd plaster a quick smile, the words not hitting anything other than the skin of his heart. strangely enough he can't keep the smile wider than he'd like off his face, he's immensely pleased by your words and pomefiore has never been so happy by the obvious good mood their dorm leader had. cause he left them alone for the whole day to practice stick to your side.
his eyes immediately crinkle in joy, rook has to look away and cover the lower part of his face to shy away the flush in his cheeks that would give away his thoughts. rook wouldn't mind if you knew how he felt, but this time he feels as though he's doing this to contain the excitement off his face. you can practically hear the tremble in his voice as he giggles out. "oh tricheur ! mon coeur bat pour toi dans ma poitrine!" it looks like rook completely forgot to existence of the person right next to you. if he got madol from the amount of times he practically sang of his love for you rook would be rich.
just like any other time where you say something off handed epel quickly goes out of character and nearly screams. asking, shaking your shoulders, out of breath by the amount of times he aggressively shook you for the answer of "really?!" his voice becomes that of a boy you aren't used to, but if he's really that willing to show you the person he truly is it makes you like him more. if you do agree, admittedly with your surroundings growing distorted he yells out a happy "YESSS." then coughs and resumes to his soft persona like he wasn't the complete opposite a minute ago. (the person that asked was shook)
ignihyde
it's hard to say if idia is actually gonna be next to you since,, he's idia and do you really think he'd entertain the thought of being in a conversation with someone who he doesn't know? so let's just pretend his tablet is floating next to you, it's better than nothing you guess. you spared a glance to the electronic when you literally confessed your type, idia himself fitting the category perfectly. you swore you heard a squeak but ehh.. maybe it was a rat or something.
meanwhile. ortho comes inside idia's room expecting his elder brother to just be sitting on his bed, gaming chair or something but no. idia shroud is on the floor, with his headphones hazzardly over the floor like it fell over when he did. his hair is sprawled around the floor, heating into a concerning passionate pink as he rolls around and... squeals..? just from the headphones ortho can vaguely hear a "my type..? oh you know idia? I'd kill to have a boyfriend like him." playing on repeat.
diasomnia
he would be like: Ë Ë and then: âââĄâ after he hears you. if there a sound for a big, happy dragon malleus would be excluding them. when I tell you he wishes nothing but to just whisk you away on spot he's not kidding, unlike everyone else who unintentionally forgot the person who asked. this man forgets them intentionally because he can't keep his eyes off you like.. 'hey other human. me and my child of man are having a moment here. will you please leave now. did you not get the sign'
giggles but with his deep voice it sounds kinda weird, but nice to the ears nonetheless. lilia labels you as his main target now, perhaps scaring you shitless at the random times is his love languange because he does it a lot. don't worry though, he always says a half hearted apology with a smile and showers you with affection right after. how could you be mad with how he treats you? even though he cares for you after you can't help but pray that the glint you saw in the ceiling was just some shiny thing.. maybe malleus got it from him because he doesn't care for the other person too.
sebek scolds you period. not only have you mentioned his name (which he's embarrassingly torn between being disgusted and fluster) but you've also mentioned that he's your type?? but I honestly think he approves your taste. "OF COURSE I am the ideal man! I applaud you for once human. not everyone can see the value of loyalty and devotion to waka-sama!" he says but with the increasing pink in his face you know better than to think that it's for the sole reason of malleus.
with the increasing time you've both spent together, silver has practically devoted himself to following you around whenever he's awake. (sebek says something about him always needing to be by malleus' side but quickly shuts up after silver comments that sebek is more than capable to look after him) the surroundings are growing hazy when you say it but he hears it nonetheless. he's happy to say that he dreamt a pleasing dream he's ever gotten in a long time. and since you were in it, it's safe to say that he's positively infatuated now.
clarifications
translation for rook is,, "oh trickster! my heart beats for you in my chest!"
I connected ignihyde parts since I REFUSE to leave out ortho!!
I really liked how those ^ parts came out. my favorite actor cause I think it's cute for idia to be freaking out like that lolol. especially with the idea of recording of your voices to listen to cause he's that down bad
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Ä°dk i just got hit with this shitty idea đđ drabble list thingy 5 40 60 64 and 70. BUT WITH ACADEMIC RIVAL OSCAR? IDK ITS KINDA STUPÄ°D BUT STÄ°LL đđ
driver + number = drabble <3
warning: author knows nothing about academia đł
"Idiots, they're all idiots."
You glanced up at the sound of his voice, perplexed. Then, realizing he couldn't possibly be talking to you, you turned back to your work. You'd come here in the hopes that you'd be able to finish your paper without the distractions in your dorm, and so farâ
Thud.
The heavy backpack landed on the tabletop with much more force than necessary and you glared at its owner, who - horrifically - was pulling out the chair across from you. As usual he was wearing his stupid burgundy shirt under his stupid black hoodie, and his hair was falling into his eyes with that stupid little swoop.
The only thing stupid about Oscar Piastri was his lack of style.
"You don't mind do you?" he asked, already settling into the chair with his coffee.
"I'm annoyed, to put it mildly," you muttered, staring at the backpack crushing the corner of your pencil pouch.
"Ah well, the feeling's mutual." He pulled his backpack towards him and threw down a copy of the local newspaper. Odd, that he actually read a physical newspaper instead of getting his news online like everyone else born after 1985.
You carefully maneuvered your pencil pouch closer to yourself and tried to focus on your paper. Intent to ignore him, you managed to type out two whole sentences before he snapped open the newspaper. Darting your eyes towards him, you watched the morning sunlight dance over the angle of his jaw.
Too bad he was such an insufferable know it all. Half the students that you knew from the classes you shared with him called him Hermes Granger behind his back, he was that bad. Always had the correct answers in lecture. Always top marks. Always, always, always, while you were just behind him.
Except the one time, but he'd been in hospital due to his roommate Lando accidentally tripping him and fracturing his rib, so that didn't really count.
"Did you hear about this?" he asked suddenly, thrusting the newspaper in your direction.
You looked from the paper to him, half expecting him to pull it away before you could take it. He didn't though, and you turned it so you could read the small headline.
No Evidence of Foul Play in Missing Money
Frowning, you read the small blurb about thousands of dollars that had seemingly vanished from a local charity. "How can there be no foul play?" you asked after reading it through twice. "It was there one day and gone the next."
Oscar nodded. "Exactly. And you know who's on the board, right?"
"Dude, I barely know my roommate's name most days..."
"Yeah I reckon you've got too many classesâ"
You narrowed your eyes at that, missing half of the rest of what he said.
"âthe mayor."
You snorted on a laugh. "Are you insinuating the mayor stole the money?"
He wasn't laughing. Or smiling. In fact, you were pretty sure you'd never seen Oscar smile. Well, that pained half smile when Lando dragged him to a party, but otherwise...
"You can't be serious," you said. "He's the mayor. He's got plenty of money."
"Does he?"
Rolling your eyes, you slid your laptop close and tried to focus on your work again. "Didn't have you down as a conspiracy theorist."
"It's not a conspiracy theory though?"
"The mayor, who lives in a mansion and drives a Ferrari, stealing ten thousand dollars from a charity?"
"People in power have stolen less. He's very good at hiding secrets. Like his brother's company being behind the factory buyout last year? The government doesn't want you to know this, but every one of them are crooked."
"What do they put in your coffee?" you asked with a roll of your eyes. "Do you get a tinfoil hat to go with it?"
He scoffed. "I thought you were smart."
That surprised you. You didn't think Oscar thought about you at all. "So what do you suggest, Oscar? We storm city hall and demand the mayor give the money back?"
He pursed his lips and dipped his head to one side as though to indicate the idea had merit. "Or we could sneak in after hours and poke around."
"Break into the mayor's office," you clarified.
He nodded. "Tonight after dinner?"
"Set off alarms, get arrested, and go to jail."
He winced. "Yeah, maybe not our brightest idea."
"Excuse me, did youâ"
"But we can still do dinner, yeah?"
"Idiots. They are all idiots." / "I'm annoyed, to say it mildly." / "The feeling is mutual." / "The government doesn't want you to know about this." / "Not our brightest idea."
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Okay, You Can Bug Me a Little Bit
A touch of Angst, Fluff
Sanemi Shinazugawa x gn!reader
Warnings: mentions of bugs
Can be read as a stand alone, but you can find Part One, Quit Bugging Me, here!
It had been about a month since you had last spent time at the Wind Hashiraâs estate. His hospitality while you were visiting was surprisingly not lacking in the least bit; he kept your body hydrated with plenty of cups of water, your stomach full with a nice meal, and your mind occupied with rousing conversation that kept you there until the wee hours of the quickly slipping away evening. With much hesitation and some cussing, Sanemi begrudgingly surrendered to the idea of you traversing your way home as the stars began to twinkle in the sky. You had made it back safely, no demons to be found, but it wasnât like you were worried: first, you were a Hashira and could certainly take care of yourself, and second, Sanemiâs crow, flying above you proudly, was at the ready to speed back to his estate in case of an emergency. When you finally entered your own house, you invited the crow to stay for a while, making some ohagi for him to take back to Sanemi. You would never know that Sanemi blushed for a good hour at the kindness of your gesture, savoring each bite and gently folding the cloth you sent the treats in with such care reminiscent of the way his mother used to swaddle him and his siblings.
That day at the estate had, unfortunately, been put to the back of your mind while you were swarmed with missions all over the place, the nonstop annihilation of demons taking over your every waking moment. There were times, though, that you saw a storm cloud with coloring just like Sanemiâs hair, or felt a cool breeze rush over your skin in such a manner that you couldnât help but wonder if he purposefully sent it your way.
Today, many moons after you had last seen the object of your affections, you were reminded of him once more. You were almost at your mansion, looking forward to a short rest devoid of demon slaying, when a familiar bug crossed your path.
âWhat are you doing here, little guy?â you cooed, inspecting the Japanese rhinoceros beetle in front of you. It continued scurrying along, paying no mind to you. You had plenty of time to spare and the day was pleasantly warm; why not follow it and see where it leads you? You stood up, keeping an eye on the horned bug as it walked aimlessly. Suddenly, you were pulled from your daydreams by the sound of a loud squawk as a black bird came swooping in, taking the beetle into its beak.
âNo! Drop it!â you cried, swatting at the bird. Your own crow came to the rescue, nudging the bird and making the beetle fall from its deadly grasp. Your crow quickly scared off the other bird, leaving you a sniffling mess at the sight of the injured beetle.
âOh, what would Sanemi do? I donât know how to properly take care of these things,â you said, desperately trying to remember any little detail that could help in this situation.
âA container! Iâll be right back, hang in there.â
You ran at full speed to your mansion, hurriedly digging through drawers to find a vessel to transport the beetle back to your house. You grabbed one with a lid, poking holes in the top for air, before sprinting back to your last location. You were met with another familiar face, this time human.
âYour crow sent for me! Are you okay?â Sanemi asked, curiously looking you up and down, checking for injuries.
You were extremely confused.
âYou sent for him over this? Heâs very busy, you know,â you scolded your crow, who was practically smirking at you.
âWait a minute, she said someone was hurt!â an enraged Sanemi yelled.
âI said something was hurt, not someone!â your crow replied, cackling.
âYou birdbrain!â chimed in Sanemiâs crow.
âYouâre one to talk!â she shot back.
âEveryone be quiet!â you finally said, then turning to Sanemi. âIâm so sorry she bothered you and wasted your time. I came across a rhinoceros beetle that was almost turned into bird food in front of my eyes.â
âIf it was her, Iâm strangling that bird,â growled Sanemi.
âNo, no, she actually scared the other one off,â you chuckled while Sanemiâs fists stayed balled up as he eyed the crow viciously.
âSo anyway, the beetle looks hurt and I wanted to try and nurse it back to health but I have no clue where to start.â
The scarred man sighed. âDo you have a container?â
You lifted your hand. âRight here.â
âGrab some leaves and dirt and put it at the bottom. Weâll take care of it together.â
Take care of it together? That sounded awfully domestic to you, his words suggesting teamwork sounding foreign (but welcome!) to your ears. It didnât hurt that him sticking around to help would mean you had more chances to glance at his bare, chiseled chest as well. Speaking ofâŚ
âWhat are you staring at? Get to work!â
His harshness brought you back to earth and you dropped to the ground to gather the materials, eager to settle down your rapid heartbeat after getting caught looking at him. When you were finished, he placed the beetle inside the temporary home, taking precaution to not hold it firmly.
He picked up the container, walking away. âLetâs go.â
âUm, Sanemi? Your house is that way.â
âI know. Weâre going to yours.â
Your eyes widened at his authoritative voice declaring himself a guest at your estate before you settled into a mischievous grin.
âInviting yourself over, Shinazugawa? Weâre not even married! The indecency of it all!â you joked, clutching at your chest in mock horror.
Sanemi wasnât phased in the slightest by your antics. âIt wasnât a problem when you dined with me at my estate last month, was it?â
Your mouth dropped in shock as he just smirked, enjoying teasing you right back.
âIf I remember correctly, it was you who invited me in last time,â you said matter of factly.
âShut up,â he replied, hoping the tips of his ears werenât too red.
You eventually reached your mansion and Sanemi stepped inside with the container while you went to your garden to pick a tomato for the beetle to snack on.
âWhat do we do now?â you questioned, cutting up the vegetable into tiny pieces.
âI checked out his injuries and they donât seem fatal. I think if we leave him in the box for a few days and he survives, heâll be alright to go back in the woods.â
It was quiet for a long time as you continued chopping while Sanemi stood awkwardly, unsure of what to say or do next.
âYou can sit down and get comfortable,â you told him. âYou liked that ohagi I made you, right? Iâll make some as a thank you and to show my apologies for my inconsiderate crow.â
âHuh? Thereâs no need for that,â he said, but his resistance was futile. You were just as stubborn, if not more, as he was, and you werenât taking no for an answer. Besides, who was he to refuse such a kind, attractive person offering to make his favorite food? He didnât think he deserved this generous treatment, but he knew it would make you feel better if you repaid him this way so he relented to your request for him to stay for some time.
After your delicious meal, you decided to check on the beetle again. You grabbed some pieces of tomato and lifted the lid off the container, softly placing the food in a corner.
âHey buddy,â you addressed the unmoving bug, âIâm sorry let this happen to you. You gotta stay strong for me, alright?â
You didnât notice Sanemi gazing upon you, his purple eyes filled with admiration. You were being so nice to the bug that if it were anyone else talking like that, he would puke at the saccharine tone coming from your throat, but because it was you, it was the best sort of sweet he could ever wish to hear. He silently took up a spot next to you, his arm brushing against your own, causing goosebumps to form across both of your skin at the contact.
âIâm sorry for failing you and letting one of your beloved creatures become so injured,â you told him, unable to look him in eye due to your shame. Maybe it was the exhaustion from your work catching up to you, maybe it was the fact that you werenât fast enough to save something else, reminding you of all the injured or dead people you had seen over the past month due to demons. Whatever it was, this bug was stirring up a lot of emotions within you, causing your eyes to sting with the beginnings of tears.
âItâs alright, y/n, itâs just a bug.â
âBut I know how much you love them! I feel responsible for letting it get hurt under my watch.â
Sanemi frowned. You were definitely taking this a lot harder than he wouldâve expected. You were right, he did love these beetles, but there was no reason for you to think you were the cause of this one getting hurt. He knew you well enough to know that, yes, you were upset about the insect, but you were also probably relating the current situation to all the shitty things youâd been seeing in your job. This was another failure in your eyesâhe knew that feeling all too well.
âDonât be stupid, this happens in nature all the time.â
Your bleary eyes just blinked at him and he gulped. That sounded a lot meaner out loud than in his head.
âLook,â he sighed, trying again, âit sucks seeing a living creature get hurt right in front of your eyes, but it wasnât your fault. I know our job is to protect everything, but stuff like this is inevitable. The bird needs to eat, too.â
âYeah,â you nodded, wiping your nose with a handkerchief, âI guess youâre right. Thank you Sanemi, that was very sweet of you to make me feel better like that.â
âSure, whatever,â he mumbled, about to fold his arms across his chest when you took him by complete surprise, throwing your arms around him in a hug. He immediately stiffened uncomfortably, not used to physical interaction, especially not by the person heâd come to love. Soon after, though, he relaxed into your embrace, even going so far as to set his hands upon your back as he returned the gesture. Without warning, you pulled away from his warm body like he had given you an electric shock.
âIâm really sorry, I shouldnât have done that. I was way out of line-â
âI like you.â
Understatement of the year coming from Sanemi, but it was much too soon to tell you the extent of his whole heartâhow you had taken up a permanent spot in his mind, how you had come to fill every crevice of his entire being. Maybe some other day in the far, far, far future heâd gain that courage. For now, this nonchalant confession would have to do.
âWait, what did you say?â you asked, looking at him incredulously.
âI like you, okay? Donât make me say it again,â he grumbled a bit louder, looking off to the side in his embarrassment.
Your eyes seemed to sparkle with joy, even as you teased him. âIs this because Iâve been making you ohagi?â
âDamnit, Iâm being vulnerable for once, stop messing around! This is hard for me!â he barked while you were trying to stifle your laughs.
âYouâre in luck because I think youâre pretty great. Handsome, too.â You playfully nudged his shoulder as Sanemi tried to keep a scowl on his face but failed, a small smile creeping onto his lips.
You pointed at the container holding the beetle. âAnd to think weâre already raising our first child together!â
âYou are such an idiot.â
âBut you love me anyway!â
That got Sanemi to let out a snort. You didnât even know the half of it.
BONUS:
After Sanemi had left that night, taking the beetle with him, you were ecstatic to find him knocking at your door a few days later. The beetle had made a full recovery and Sanemi invited you to help him find a good spot to be released. You stumbled upon a big tree with a pond nearby and both of you decided that it was the perfect place. Opening the container, you let the beetle take its time exploring the area on his own. You and Sanemi sat side by side, watching the beetle as it took its first steps after rehabilitation. With the sun shining on your face, resting your head lovingly against your boyfriendâs shoulder, you smiled.
âThis is what heaven must be like,â you muttered.
âYeah. I think so,â agreed Sanemi, leaning into you ever so slightly.
A few seconds of silence passed as you watched the beetle walk away from the container.
âKids grow up so fast, donât they?â
âYouâre ruining the nice moment.â
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i was looking at your (incredibly good) orin art and i saw a few months ago you said orin's and the drow's relationship had a sexual element, though you weren't sure what that looked like. given the writing and thinking about DU drow universe you've done, do you still think that? if so, do you have any ideas for how that works?
the answer this might be in your fic but i promise its on my to read list
thanks and again love your art!!!
Yes! But perhaps I'm more inclined than some to talking about things figuratively and assuming that that will be obvious, LOL.
Orin's somewhat ritualistic sessions of scarring DU drow were as much an emotional outlet for him as a sexual one. He wasn't rocking a stiffy or nutting his pants the whole time, nor was the "vibe" particularly lascivious, but intimacy and sexuality were inherently intertwined in his head and hence, that was something he thought about in both contexts - that of something that brought them closer together AND a stand-in for sex. As time went on and he became more and more frustrated by the lack of a physical relationship, he saw it more as the latter.
Killing, within the right circumstances, also undoubtedly made him aroused, and they often did that together. This was much more unambiguously sexual for him when it did happen, and sometimes DU drow would have the signs to show for it. This is also probably the closest they got to "tenderness" of any kind - being naked and drenched in blood, rolling around in viscera together, laughing at the pain and horror of others - for Orin this was spiritual bonding fueled by religious euphoria, for DU drow it was floating towards something more and more personal.
Just a passing thought, but - sometimes I'm not even sure if DU drow would have bought into the Bhaalist thing at all if Orin wasn't there. Maybe he consolidated his love and desire for her as his love and desire for Bhaal and was the biggest blasphemer of all this whole time, unbeknownst to himself. He's such an emotional man, lol.
Also, at the tail end of their time together and before DU drow got tad-poled, I think she would use her perceived sexuality to tease and mock him. This was very euphemistic and more so for the purpose of ridiculing him a moment later, but she definitely said things that would linger on his mind long after. Funny enough, in her default form I don't even headcanon Orin as having genitalia, so you can imagine how abstract these got.
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thinking about how fun it would be to bother leon while heâs trying to work!!
you were bugging and pestering him the whole night, and then he announces that he has to finish up some reports for work. you grew even more agitated at the lack of attention, and the pestering grew even worse.
you follow him up to his home office, plopping yourself down on the floor, arms crossed over your chest with a pout on your face. leon smiles at you with a warm, sincere gaze, despite you being a brat. he walks over to where you were sitting on the floor, leaning over and putting his hands on either sides of your face, squeezing your cheeks lightly. it was a gentle warning, you knew that. âlisten, i love you and i know youâre needy right now, but i have to do my work.â he said, voice quiet. âyou can help.â he suggests with a small laugh.
you roll your eyes at that. âiâm not helping you with your stupid work.â you pout even more.
he takes a deep sigh. âare you seriously gonna act like this right now, princess?â he asks, standing back up. âiâll make you hot chocolate and we can watch a shitty horror movie after iâm done. deal?â
âi actually had something else in mind..â you say, a devious grin making its way onto your face.
âoh, yeah? whatâs that?â he asks, smiling. you could tell he was in a teasing mood, in order to combat your bratiness. it was going to be a long nightâŚ
âyou feelinâ okay?â he asks, leaning over once more to kiss you on the forehead when you didnât respond.
you roll your eyes again. âiâm horny, leeâŚâ you reply bluntly.
he laughs softly, still leaning down. âaww, my little girl is horny?â he says with mock admiration. âwould you like to talk about it?â he teases.
âbabyyyy,â you draw out, pouting again.
leon gives an exaggerated sigh of defeat. you were just so cute to him. he grabs your hand in his before he speaks. âiâll tell you what. iâll let you sit in my lap while i do my reports, okay? does that sound good? then we can do whatever you want after.â
you squeal happily, and leon leads you over to his desk. you eagerly wait for leon to sit down in his office chair, and quickly follow him, your back to his chest. leon finds it hard to actually work on his reports, and he finds himself just staring at you. you looked so cute like this, so needy, it was killing him slowly, deciding to do his work instead of you.
you were content in his lap, until around the 10 minute mark. you had no idea what was going on, on the computer in front of you. and you were so bored.
âyouâre squirming too much, baby.â leon finally speaks. he leans his head against yours, his breath on your neck. âyouâre cute when you fidget, though..â his breath sends shivers down your spine, and goosebumps appear on your skin. you donât respond to him, and instead rock your hips side to side slowly, against his crotch. he groans breathily at this.
âwoah, baby⌠do that again, please!â he says, half joking.
âyouâre such a perv, leon.â you joke back. he just laughs behind you, leaning back into the chair. you take the opportunity and put your elbows on the desk, pressing back, making the chair move. you press your ass harder into leonâs lap this time.
leon bites his lip, his eyes fluttering. âyouâre driving me crazy, angel..â he mumbles, his breath shortening. you begin moving your hips back and forth, feeling his length harden slowly. heâs cursing under his breath, and he grips your waist tightly, holding your ass firmly to him.
âyou gotta do your reports, leon..â you tease.
âfuck, i know. cant focus with you on my lap, though.â he drags your hips harshly against his clothed dick. âyou feel that, baby? thatâs your fault..â he says as he leans over into you, kissing down the side of your neck.
you feel your panties soaking against his jeans, but you know heâs not going to give in⌠not yet. âjust, put it in me, baby? iâll sit here, and i promise i wont move! please, sir?â you beg him.
he laughs at your request, but likes the idea himself. âyouâre such a naughty girl, arenât you? but, who am i to deny my princess, hmm?â he hums, caressing your sides. he taps on the side of your hips, signaling you to get up. you keep your elbows on the table still, and lift yourself up, just hovering over his lap. he unzips his jeans, pulling out his cock from the hole in his boxers. you move your panties to the side, and slowly sit back down on his cock. the two of you groan loudly at the feeling.
once you were fully sat back down, you began to realize that this probably wasnât the best idea. your juices were dripping all over his cock, and you found it incredibly challenging to not move, not even an inch. you didnât want to make leon mad, but it hurt like hell, and there was an itch inside of you that needed to be scratched.
he didnât seem to be phased however, and leaned back over you to resume his typing. at one point, he leaned down to the side to grab something from one of the drawers. once he returned upright, he adjusted himself in the chair, causing his dick to thrust up into your cunt, making you gasp out a loud moan. he just laughed at you, like he did it on purpose. you whimpered out pathetically, gripping the sides of the desk harshly.
it had been only a couple of minutes, but you physically couldnât take it anymore. you began slowly rocking your hips again, the feeling of his cock filling you up and the feeling of your lips pressing back and forth against his dick sending your eyes rolling. he quickly notices, and brings a firm grip on your right hip, stopping you, making you groan out.
âyou just canât help yourself, can you?â he laughs.
âplease, please, leon⌠i need you so⌠bad.â you beg, rocking your hips again, tears threatening to fall from your eyes.
he doesnât need to look at you to know youâre close to tears, he can hear it in your voice. âhey⌠hey⌠babyâŚâ he shushes you, sweetly. âshh, itâs okay..â he whispers as he nuzzles into your neck, leaving kisses there and up to your chin, all while rubbing circles on your back.
you sniffle. âplease, leon⌠i need it so bad. cant take it anymore..â you beg, beginning to move your hips again. this time, you bring yourself slightly up and down his cock, barely moving, yet feeling the sensations so strongly.
leon groans at your movements. ây/n⌠shit.â his voice is gentle, but the heat coursing through his body is anything but. he leans back in the chair, lifting your skirt up your back, eyeing your ass bouncing slightly up and down against his hips.
his hands are on your hips, but heâs not stopping you from moving. once you realize this, you begin moving at a faster pace this time, a mixture of rocking back and forth and bouncing up and down.
leon manages to laugh through the pleasure. âso much for finishing these fuckinâ reportsâŚâ he mutters under his breath. he canât bring himself to be upset though, heâs too enthralled in your warmth and the sound of your beautiful moans. youâre moaning loudly, finally getting the pleasure you so desperately needed before, and leon wonât deny you of it.
you lift yourself fully off of his cock, and slam back down, causing the two of you to moan out. his dick is making you feel so good, sending shivers up your spine, and you canât help but squeeze your cunt every now and then, clamping his hard cock inside of you.
leon groans in satisfaction and leans forward, holding your body close to his. he begins kissing your neck again. "mmm, that's it, baby," he murmurs against your skin, his breath hot and heavy. "you like feeling my cock deep inside you, don't you? youâre such a dirty little slut, riding me like this.â
his words were laced with a mix of dominance and adoration, perfectly tailored to ignite a fire within you. he reveled in the way your body responded to his touch, your moans growing louder with each passing moment. leon's grip on your hips tightened, guiding your movements and urging you to take him deeper, his dominance taking over fully now.
"you're so fucking tight, baby," he groaned, his voice rough with need. "i love watching you bounce on my cock, taking every inch. you're mine, princess. mine to fuck as i please."
his words were punctuated by passionate kisses, his lips trailing down your neck and collarbone. you were getting drunk off of his cock and his dirty words, your brain turning to mush as all you could think about was him and how his cock was rubbing your walls so deliciously.
"you're such a fucking slut for me, aren't you? you need my cock deep inside you. tell me how badly you want it," he growled, his voice dripping with lust.
âi- ah! i- fuck⌠need it, daddy⌠need you al-alwaysâŚâ you barely manage to get out, your words slurring as he took control, thrusting up into your throbbing cunt harshly.
âmmm, thatâs right, baby. thatâs fucking right.â your body convulsed in response, moans filling the room as he pounded into you relentlessly. he brings his hand around to your front, his palm connecting with your clit in sharp, stinging slaps. each slap served as a reminder of your earlier bratty behavior and a punishment for testing his patience. he knew it would also send you over the edge, the mixture of pleasure and pain would push you towards an explosive climax.
âoh, fuck!â you cried out, your body jolting away from his slaps. âno.. daddy, no!â you protested, yet your pussy gave you away, clenching tightly with every slap against your puffy hood.
"fuck, that's it, baby," he groaned, his voice filled with a mixture of satisfaction and desire. "you like it when i punish you, don't you? such a naughty little brat, needing my firm hand to put you in your place."
you could barely talk, panting like a dog while pleasure and pain filled your senses. you nodded your head eagerly at his words. âyes⌠yes⌠yes!â you breathed out. he smiles at how quickly he gets you to submit.
the slaps on your clit increased, mixed with harsh pinches that he soothed over with gentle fingers before restarting the cycle over again. your moans grew louder, tongue lolling, whimpering and drooling all over his desk as your body was on the edge of release as he continued his relentless assault.
leon could tell you were close, your sweet little pussy clenching and sucking his cock all the way inside. he could feel his own climax building, but he was determined to push you over the edge first. he brings his wet fingers, covered in your essence up, shoving them into your already open mouth. you whimper around his fingers, and he feels your slobber dripping down his wrist. âdirty girl, dumb fucking baby.â he mutters under his breath.
"cum for me, brat," he said firmly, his voice low and commanding. "let go and show me how good my cock makes you feel.â he shoves his fingers even more down your throat, making you gag as you cry and fuck yourself back on his cock desperately.
he smirks, taking his fingers out of your mouth, a string of saliva following his hand as he goes down to rub at your clit. you practically scream, your eyes rolling back as you release the desk, your body arching backwards until your head hits his shoulder. your pussy clenches around him harshly as you cum hard on his cock, toes curling as your vision goes black.
the sound of your release, the clenching of your walls around him, pushed leon over the edge as well, his own release washing over him in waves of ecstasy. âgood fucking girl.. take my cum⌠take it,â he chants as his hot seed spills into your pulsating cunt. you whine, feeling his cock pulsate inside of you, a mixture of yours and his cum leaking down your thighs.
you slump against him, trembling and thoroughly fucked out as he holds you to his chest. he presses a sweet kiss to your hair once he calms down himself. âsuch a good girl, always take me so well..â he presses another kiss to your hair, making you sigh in content.
âmm, but weâre not done yet, princess.â he says meanly, his cock already hardening again inside of you. âgonna show you how much i love breaking dirty little brats like you.â
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If I tell you a secret, you swear to keep it?
Captain Levi wasn't sure when all of this started, and he dared to say that it had never truly begun; perhaps it was just his mind playing tricks on him. Was it due to stress, the lack of sleep, something he ate, or perhaps something in the air? Could it be some hallucinating mold he hadn't heard of before, requiring him to deep clean the entire Scouts' facility?
Somehow, it made him feel morally wrong and, overall, childish. Levi had drawn the attention of his own squad by doing so. He told Jean and Connie that it was inappropriate to stare at a person for so long, emphasising that, as their superior, you deserved respect. Hormonal teenagers, especially boys, saw a hole in a wall and wondered if they could stick their dick inside. They seemed unable to think of anything else when the other head was doing the thinking.
You haven't been working for the Scouts for long, but Levi dared to say it's been long enough for him to feel somewhat comfortable around you. You're the nurse sent by the medical sector to fill the infirmary. Levi understood the nature of the jobâa common fetishized and sexualized profession. It didn't help that the male cadets from his squad acted as if they had never seen an ankle. The pristine white uniform was modest and always had been, but Jean saw a skirt despite its length, and his face turned red.
Even though Levi understood all of that and more, why was he reacting this way? You asked him if he wanted the flu shot that the government had sent, and he agreed. His hand gripped the edge of his shirt sleeve as he sat down in the infirmary, yet his eyes were fixed elsewhere. Your silhouette against the window, the still strong autumn sun coming through, almost making your clothes transparent. He could see the shadow of your legs underneath, your rosy lips as you played with the pencil while reading reports, your soft handsâwhy were they so soft?âagainst his arm as you prepared the skin, your big doll eyes looking up at him as you examined the skin for a good syringe penetration. "It may hurt a little, Captain," you said. Levi had to remind himself to breathe and swallow the saliva that had accumulated in his mouth. His brain had decided to stop working; he couldn't have a single rational thought.
"Oops," you casually said as a few papers flew because of the open window, moving hastily to close it and then bending down to pick them up. Your modest skirt softly raised, allowing him to catch a glimpse of the tender flesh of your inner legs. 'I bet they are even softer than her hands,' he thought.
What was he thinking? Forcing himself to look elsewhere as she walked back to him to put a band-aid on after the shot, he hadn't ever felt this way. "You may feel a little bit down today or tomorrow. If you feel like you are getting a bit of a fever, that's also normal," her voice came so soft. "There, green," she chuckled, "so it matches your cloak."
Levi's eyes travelled down to admire the green band-aid as if he were a kid in need of colourful stuff to celebrate his bravery in taking a flu shot. "Thanks," he grunted out as he lowered his folded sleeve. There wasn't anything he wished for more than to run out of there. It was humiliating how he felt he couldn't control his own thoughts. You were being your usual nice and cheerful self, sometimes a well-received contrast to the harsh life of a scout. But today, he simply couldn't take it.
Levi groaned softly, tossing and turning in his bed. His mind was racing with conflicting emotions: shame, disgust, desire, and a hint of excitement. "It's the shot, I must be getting a fever or something," he tried to self gaslight himself out of it. He had plenty of paperwork to do, why did he decided to try to catch some rest? Eyes forcefully closed, trying to convince himself to use this time to sleep. When the idea of you kneeling between his legs, under his desk, big cheerful eyes looking up to him, teeth biting down and smiling. Levi shook his head vigorously, banishing the lewd thoughts for now. "This is ridiculous," he muttered to himself.
However it was too late, he could feel the tent in his trousers, demanding him attention. Levi groaned softly, his hand slipping inside his trouser's waistband. It wasn't long before he had freed his erect member from its confines, rubbing it against the fabric of his boxers. The sensation was driving him wild, and he rested on the side, arching his hips slightly to increase the contact. His cock throbbed in time with his heartbeat, growing harder and heavier in his grasp.
The image of you bent over flashed through his mind like a cruel tease, his loins burning with desire. He closed his eyes tightly, trying to shake off the thoughts. But the pull was too strong, and he couldn't resist any longer.
Then, he sat up abruptly, unable to contain himself anymore. If he was going to do it, he was going to do it right. He kicked off the sheet and stripped. The last thing he needed was sleeping in stained sheets.Â
Levi's cock throbbed with need, his erect member stood tall and proud, leaking copious amounts of precum onto his stomach.
Heart racing like a wild animal penned up too long, leaping onto the mattress, he landed on top of it with a thud, arching his hips upwardwards. Mouth gathering the saliva before he spit on his right hand and let his head fall backwards. "FuckâŚ" he groaned out, unable to resist it any longer. He wanted release so badly it hurt.
His hand moved on its own, fast and harsh. Closing his eyes imagined something better than his own hand, pushing the foreskin of his cock to reveal the head and began to pump it. Levi's eyes remained closed as he let his imagination run free. You were standing before him, a curvy figure illuminated by the moonlight streaming through the window. His cock twitched in anticipation, leaking more of his sticky pre-cum onto his stomach. Reaching down, he wrapped his hand around his member, stroking it roughly yet somewhat tenderly. Perfect body crawling on top of him.
His hand moved faster as the fantasy turned more explicit. You sat down on his legs and his dick buried balls deep in your hole as you rode him with energy. "Yes! Mh-Ahg so big" you would say. "Captain!" moaning out his title, head thrown backwards, messy hair falling like a waterfall "Cap- ahh yesss, fuck me harder!"
You sucking him in, taking all of him so effortlessly as if you were made to take this cock. "You feel me right there? I'm rearranging your guts,". Your mouth hanging open while letting out the loudest moans and your eyes rolled backwards.
Grunting heavily, he brought his other hand to his balls, squeezing them rhythmically to heighten his arousal "You're a filthy whore, aren't ya? this cunt loves swallowing my load" he murmured as if his fantasy could hear it.Â
Levi's hand quickened its pace, his cock throbbing in sync with his heartbeat. The head of his member was glistening with precum, leaking copiously onto his stomach. His breathing grew heavier, almost labored as he imagined fucking you rough and hard.
In his mind's eye, you were panting heavily almost sobbing of how good it felt each time you sinked down and his hips snapped upwards. Your body quivering with each powerful thrust. "Enjoying that dick, pretty?" he growled, his voice low and husky.
You would be hanging your mouth open unable to think anymore, head bobbing as you hummend positively as saliva slightly dropped from the corner of your lips. His cock was starting to twitch violently, warning him that release was imminent.
"CaptainâŚ" you would whimper softly in his mind, begging for more. "Please give me your cum, please⌠I won't waste a drop."
Levi's hand tightened its grip on his throbbing member, moving faster and harder. His abdominal muscles contracted rhythmically as he neared his climax. "I'm close, Y/N," he growled out your name raggedly. "Right thereâŚ"
With one final powerful thrust, he released his seed, shooting hot white ropes onto her stomach and chest. Panting heavily, he continued to pump his cock slowly until it was painful to keep going.Â
Collapsing on the bed, Levi lay there for several minutes, catching his breath. Gradually, the post-orgasmic bliss began to fade, replaced by a haze of embarrassment and confusion. What had just happened? How could he have thought such filthy things about a fellow soldier? A nurse? He groaned softly, sitting up on the edge of the bed, trying to compose himself.
He felt embarrassed for multiple reasons. First, he had just seen a skirt raised up a bit and he got hard as a teenager. Even worse, as a teen he jerked off a couple of times and came all over his own body. It felt stupid how sexually frustrated he was. If it wasn't because his hands were still filthy, he would be groaning with his head in his hands while questioning himself how he was going to face you in the hallways.
Was it the uniform? The skirt? You were undoubtedly gorgeous, but⌠Was it because most of the women in the Scouts didn't have time to take care of their appearance, or they simply didn't care? There was something stupidly arousing about your soft and clear skin, how you took care of yourself, the tight little waist highlighting the difference between your swinging hips underneath the skirt, perky breasts under the blouse.
"Captain," your cloying voice whispered his worst intentions, "Captain, you need a hand?"
Levi's eyes, looking to his left, caught your mischievous smile as you looked at him. "I⌠UmâŚ" He was confused.
"Do you want a hand, Cap?" you asked again, looking deeply into his eyes. 'Well⌠if you want toâŚ' he wondered, lost as your eyes softly looked down and then back up.
"Do you need help?" The haze of sexually inciting began to fade. "With the tea, I mean⌠you had been staring at the kettle for ten minutes," your voice now lacked all the previous sweetness, and he felt like an idiot.
"No, thanks," he spat back, angry but not at you. Levi forced himself to get back into his senses and returned to brew his own tea.
"You sure? You seem a bit⌠lost," you commented. He groaned an unworded reply and then handed you a cup. Soft fingers brushed against his before raising the liquid to your lips, letting out a pleased moan. "Ah~ nothing better than tea in the mornings," you said before adding with an innocent smile, "Hot, strong, and deep, exactly as I like it."
Levi swore he was trying to breathe, but he simply couldn't. "Have a nice morning, thanks for the tea! You really know how I like it," you said back before walking away. 'Maybe I should visit a church or something.'
Yet his eyes were still glued to your back as you walked away, skirt swinging as you moved. He didn't mean to stare, but something smacked him on the head with strength, forcing him back to his senses. "Oi!" he turned around to confront the person, only to find Hange with a handful of papers rolled up in their hand.
"Stop staring~" they signed back with a mischievous smile.
"I wasn't," he replied while his hand caressed the top of his head. "Stop laughing, four eyes," he insisted as he could hear Hange's chuckles.
Suddenly, Hange wrapped an arm around his shoulders, resting their entire weight on them, and their heads touching. "You know⌠if I tell you a secret, you swear to keep it, right?"
"Get off my ass," Levi replied, not interested in being dragged into Hange's silly games.
"The other day, I was talking to Erwin," their voice dropped as they began to whisper, "And we both agreed that Y/N has such a great ass."
Both looked at each other from the corner of their eyes, Levi frowning deeply.
"Don't tell the cadets, though⌠we don't want to set a bad example."
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⤡ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading! Â
a/n: I watched the new season of The Witcher and somehow Geralt got even hotter??? Anyway, he has dilf energy and I'm in love
Warnings: family abuse, curse previously put on reader
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ăťHe had saved you, and yet, your family still did not want you.
ăťGeralt found out that it was your own father who cursed you
ăťA noble family that saw you as less than. And they banished you from their land, not wanting you anywhere near them.
ăťAnd when Geralt spoke on your behalf, asking what you were supposed to do, your father shrugged his shoulders and ignored the Witcher.
"You won't even keep y/n on as ... as anything?" The Witcher was disgusted when your father kept on ignoring him. It got to the point where Geralt threw a golden plate just above your father's head and his attention snapped to the white-haired man.
"I could have your head for that." Your father's voice was cold, it was always cold.
"And I could have yours," snarled Geralt, whose eyes were ablaze. But he knew he couldn't do anything about your family. Only about you.
ăťSo, Geralt couldn't leave you to fend for yourself. And he didn't.
ăťBesides, you had no idea how to look after yourself. You had been a monster, trapped inside a form that was not yours for 7 years
ăťYou were filthy, tired, and utterly defenseless.
ăťAnd even though Witcher's weren't known for their grace nor kindness, Geralt was different.
ăťHe took you with him, damning your family for casting you out. Promising that you would rise above what they had done to you.
ăťBut for now, he had to clean you up and ... catch you up on life.
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ăťGeralt sat you in front of him, Roach slightly grumpy with the extra weight. But once you reached Geralt's destination, he rewarded the steed with extra food
"Thank you, old friend," he whispered into the horses' ear.
ăťHelping you inside, he had arranged a room that had a bathing chamber
ăťThe water ran hot as Geralt added in oils and different kinds of herbs
ăťIt was an odd situation, yes, helping a stranger clean themselves.
ăťBut Geralt couldn't live with the knowledge of you being left on your own. The possibility of so much danger. Of being taken advantage of.
ăťHelping you undress was slightly embarrassing, for the both of you. Your body was still getting used to its original form. Your balance was off, and your posture wasnât very good. Geralt had to keep on correcting it.
ăťEasing you into the bath, he grabbed a cloth and started gently rubbing the grime from your body. The dirt, sweat and mud that caked your body
ăťEven when you transformed back into your normal form, the dirt still remained, as did the torn clothes that you had worn before being cursed into a great beast
ăťSpeaking was difficult as well, but it was becoming easier with time. Even though not much had passed.
ăťThe bath was the best thing you had felt in 7 whole goddamn years.
ăťHot; like it was ridding you of all the hurt that built over time
ăťYou swished your fingers through the water, delighting in the ripples they made. Such a small happiness. Yet you found glee in small things now. Grateful for a second chance.
ăťGeralt kept on scrubbing at your skin, using a bristled brush on some areas, careful not to be too rough or stay in one spot for too long
ăťNext he used this delicious smelling soap. Your knowledge of herbs was next to nothing, due to a lack in education, but you thought it smelt homely, earthly and calming. Lathering it in his hands and massaging it onto your own, you both worked the soap into different areas of your skin
âIâm going to wash your hair now,â he said. Voice soft yet still rough, like he wasnât used to being kind to others. If that were true, you wondered why he was doing this for you.
âBut first we need to brush it,â his eyes squinted at the tangled mess but started on it nonetheless.
ăťIt hurt at first, but you knew Geralt was being as gentle as he could be, but there were so many knots.
âWhat do you think about cutting it?â You shook your head. Your hair was one of the only things that made you feel ⌠beautiful.
âUgh, fine. But this is going to take a while.â
ăťYou shrugged your shoulders and happily kept on sitting in the tub, taking over some of the scrubbing, especially your feet, which felt so sensitive.
ăťOnce they were large and clawed, now ⌠they were human
ăťYour eyes stilled as the water reflected the glow of the candles around the room
ăťAnd you sighed. Not in sadness, or pain, or grief. But with the knowledge that you no longer had to be someone that you were not. Whether that was a beast or playing a role in your family that you didnât want to have to play.
âYou alright?â Geralt had made significant process, practically finished with your hair. And he grabbed a bucket and told you to lean back as he poured the water onto your hair.
ăťGeralt grabbed a different kind of soap and placed it in your hair, massaging and rubbing it, making sure there wasnât a spot unwashed.
ăťYou werenât used to the sensation and let out a laugh. It tickled a tiny bit, especially when he rubbed behind your ears
ăťUnbeknownst to you, Geralt was slightly smiling. He enjoyed seeing you experience some happiness.
ăťAfter he had washed your hair a total of three times, he stood back satisfied with your appearance and held out a towel for you to wrap yourself in.
ăťHelping you out of the bath, he set down a pair of clean clothes on your bed and said he would be back in a few minutes.
ăťHe wanted to give your privacy, while also wanting to check on Roach.
ăťThe clothes were a big pair of brown pants and a long white shirt. They were a fresh pair from the Innkeeper's husband, who had recently passed away. Geralt had paid extra for them.
ăťAfter twenty minutes, Geralt came back into the room to find you asleep on the floor. The usual place you slept.
ăťA place you had slept for 7 years.
ăť7 years without a bed. Without a blanket or pillows. Nor were you given any sort of comfort.
ăťA rage so hot spread through Geralt that it practically radiated off of him.
ăťIn that moment he swore you would have a better life, the best he could find ⌠or give you.
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{{Part 1}}
Miguel OâHara x Fem!Reader
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đđ đđ§đ đđ: Angst, Pre-break up argument flashbacks, both you and Miguel being pretty hostile to each other lol, pregnancy scare, established relationship with your new man that Miguel hates :(
đđŽđŚđŚđđŤđ˛: Itâs been over a year since you split up, but unfortunately for Miguel, things are still taking a toll. Even after going your separate ways, you still have to see each other everyday and it was affecting his performance. Meanwhile, your dual life as a loyal lover and as Spider-Woman is putting a lingering strain on your new relationship. The ripple effect of your breakup is coming back to bite you in the ass in the most unexpected way possible.
1 year agoâŚ
It felt like you had been going back and forth for hours but it had only been less than 30 minutes. It might be because you have been holding this grudge for so long and you were finally voicing it out to him.
Though, your argument has been going around in circles with no conclusion or resolution to be found. The room echoed with your voices along with the subtle hum of the monitors around you.
âNone of this matters. It never did, it doesnât matter what we feel and what he want,â Miguel said, back was facing you as he spoke, not fully engaged in the conversation or paying full attention to you right now. This argument seemed to serve no importance to him.
âAre you saying that our relationship means nothing to you,â you quipped.
He sighed, seemingly exhausted from hearing the same thing over and over again. âWhat Iâm saying isâŚitâs a distraction that I canât afford to have,â he glanced over at you before his gaze fell back on the monitorsâ reluctant to maintain eye contact with you. âYou are a liability,â
âLiability?!â Your voice almost came out as a screech.
âYes, a liability. I canât get comfortable when the responsibility of the multiverse is on my shoulders, I canât let my guard downâŚand our relationship is only getting in the way,â
âWeâre supposed to make each other be the best version of ourselves, with or without the multiverse. Not be cooped up in one room all day,â
âRight, I keep forgetting that youâre incapable of understanding the magnitude of the situation. This requires undivided attention and I need to keep my head in the game. NotâŚthis. Us,â He snapped back. The last word came out as a snarl, like it was venomous.
Us.
At one point in your relationship, hearing that word made you feel like you had a special connection you both shared.
Us.
Now the word lost its meaning and it felt heavy, like being with you felt like a chore.
âWhy did you agree to this relationship if this is all youâre gonna do,â
âThat was a mistake, a lapse of judgment in my part for believing this would be a good idea,â
It was hard to believe that this was the same man that opened up to you about his insecurities and leaned on you for emotional support.
He always made you feel reliable, but now given the situation you were in, it was all fickle. All those special moments were thrown back in your face.
Was it all just a rose-tinted illusion just to make you believe that he did value you and your relationship?
âYou canât just leave HQ just for one night?â You left the question hanging even if you already knew the answer. His lack of response was enough to speak volume anyways.
Your line of sight landed on one of the footage of him and Gabriella after her soccer practice. You watched as it displayed Miguel picking up Gabriella, a huge grin flashed on his face, before giving her a hug.
It was hard to believe Miguel even harbored that paternal instinct in him when all youâve witnessed was his stoic attitude. Even if he did display his vulnerability, it was rare and those moments felt like catching smoke with your bare hands.
After a long moment of silence, you finally remarked, âI donât think watching Gabriellaâs file is healthy,â
There was a micro shift in his demeanor that was so subtle, but you still managed to pick it up. His muscles tenses like he had just been pricked by a thorn.
âDonât even think about bringing her up,â his voice came out cold and sinister, a warning to prevent you from going deeper. âYou donât know the whole storyâ
âI know enough,â That was enough for him to finally turn around to look at you, unleashing his inferno of fury in full glory.
âNo, you donât! You donât know anything about her. Youâve read her reports. Youâve seen the surveillance videos. But that isnât the whole story,â
âMaybe not but I know itâs the main reason why youâre so driven by guilt, you can barely see whatâs in front of you,â
âOh I see everything thatâs in front of me. Everything that matters," he scoffed before continuing on,"Iâm doing what I have to do, and here you have the gall to get upset over me not paying attention to you?â
At that moment, your mind reeled back to the night you were experiencing a panic attack because you had a pregnancy scare. You still vividly remembered the taste of bile climbing into your throat from the fear.
It didnât help that you were alone in that situation. You were in the HQ bathroom because you thought it would be easier for Miguel to be there for you if you were in his dimension, but you were only met with disappointment when he was on another mission.
You remembered gripping onto the pregnancy test tightly, you felt the sweat from your palms while struggling to breathe. For a long while, you were reluctant to take the test, too anxious to see the results.
Thankfully, the test came out negative. The relief that followed was like cool water over your heated body. You didnât want to imagine how things wouldâve unfolded if it was positiveâ more importantly, you didnât want to see Miguelâs reaction if you were pregnant with his child.
âIâm not talking about me anymore, Iâm talking about a bigger picture,â
By bigger picture, you were talking about the far future and what potential it could hold. Despite being aware of the importance of keeping the Multiverse in balance, you still wanted Miguel to have a fulfilling lifeâ one that wasnât so heavily influenced by the Spider Society.
But that was practically impossible if he kept himself in his office. It was counterproductive when it came to healing from his grief and guilt by replaying Gabriellaâs footage over and over again.
Surely this was going to take a toll soon and you didnât want to witness him tearing himself apart and let his guilt dictate his life.
âThere is no bigger picture than this. This is the picture,â He gestured at the monitors behind him. âThis is where my attention should be, everything else is secondary.â
âIâm starting to feel like youâre having tunnel vision,â
âTunnel vision?!â His voice escalated in pitch and came out harsh, like blade cutting through the mounted tension in the room. âIâm the one who sees more than you ever will!â
His words, even if they were hurtful to hear, were starting to have some weight on them and it made your arguments pale in comparison.
Everything you said seemed to be thrown right back at you in the most ruthless way and you were starting to feel like this was getting pointless.
Thereâs nothing you could say that could change his mind and you were beginning to accept that.
âYou know what, youâre right. Itâs not like youâll ever share with me what you see,â It was time to throw in the towel, this was not going anywhere now.
âWhat do you mean?â
âThatâs not important. But like you said, Iâm a liability and in your way so Iâll see myself out,â Your turned your heels and hopped off the platform before you made your way to the exit. âThis relationship was a waste of time and effort,â
It was past noon when you heard a soft knock on your door. With a frown, you swung open your door to see that it was Albie in his usual work attire.
âHeyâŚuhm shouldnât you be at work?â You asked, surprise evident in your tone.
âIâm on my lunch break,â he replied, holding up a plastic bag and mirroring your smile.
âBut you always have lunch in your office,â Even if you were happy to see him during work hours, this change in his routine wasnât like him. But what added to your confusion was the newfound sparkle in his eyes as he spoke.
âI know but I wanted to see you. Plus, I went to the bodega and picked up your favourites,â It was an odd change seeing him come over to your place to eat. You knew he preferred having his lunch at work so he could maintain the professional atmosphere without any distractions.
Nevertheless, you stepped aside to let him in. You both padded to the living room and he placed the bag on the coffee table. Albie always took pride in his looks, keeping his hair well-groomed that went hand in hand with his sharp attire. The early afternoon sunlight casted over the room through the balcony doors, giving a warm glow.
You couldnât help but pick up the slight energy in his step as he walked and the grin that was plastered on his face, despite the long hours he spent at work. You watched him take out your sandwich and handed it to you.
The familiar aroma of fresh bread and deli meat immediately overwhelmed you and reminded you how hungry you were. You took the first bite and was immediately filled with the cocktail of flavours and spices from the meat.
âYou seem excited,â you pointed out before you took another bite from the sandwich. You havenât seen him look this ecstatic since the night you confessed that you loved him back.
He rubbed his neck, trying to conceal his enthusiasm. âHeh, am I that obvious?â
You nodded. âLike reading a book. Is there something you want to share?â
He put his hands up in mocking surrender before he said âOkay, okay you got me. Yes, I do have some pretty exciting news. Thatâs why I came to see you,â
You arched your brow mid-chewing and listening attentively to what he had to say. His lips twitched up, enjoying the suspense of the moment.
âDo you remember how Iâve been working on that project with the major corporation for the past few months?â He asked.
You nodded, still remembering the long hours and the late night calls he got. Albie worked as a cyber security consultant for a reputable firm. He specialised in helping organisations protect their systems and data from cyber threats.
Albie was good at what he did and you can tell he took pride in his work. He would always share news about his career and keep you in the loop as much as possible.
His wide grin from earlier returned as he continued. âWell itâs still in the working progress and so far things are looking pretty promising. But once this project is completed, thereâs been talk about a potential promotion. A senior consultant role,â
Your brows raise in pleasant surprise as you were taking in everything he was saying.
âThatâs amazing!â You exclaimed, you found yourself leaning forward, eager to hear more.
âThank you, babe. Iâm not there yet but Iâm hopeful. There are a lot of perks to this promotion like the salary increase which will give us a stability for a better future, but thereâs something else too,â
âWhatâs that?â
âWell one of the benefit packages comes with a Health and Wellness program which include gym memberships. If I get this promotion, I thought we could maybe start hitting the gyms together after work and make it our thing,â
The moisture in your mouth instantly dried as you tried to swallow another mouthful of your sandwich. Ever since youâve joined the Spider Society, youâve only been using the gym back in HQ rather than in your dimension.
You still remember the day Miguel gave you a tour of the gym and how he managed to convince you to use it regularly instead of the gyms back at home because they were not catered for spider people like you.
You knew he just said that just so you would work out with him. But now, you would go there alone and you would much prefer it that way. It felt more comfortable being surrounded by people like you.
But you couldnât tell Albie that. He wasnât aware about your secret identity as Spidera-Woman and it should be kept that way. You managed to mask your internal conflict with an encouraging smile.
âYeah definitely, I just need to check my schedule to see if I can make time fit.â You said, trying to sound as enthusiastic as you could and match his high spirit. You didnât want to ruin his happiness by being doubtful, this was a huge opportunity for him.
âGreat. We can even try out some of the gym fitness classes they offer too. At least then we can spend more time together.â He went on, rambling. It made your stomach flutter knowing that he really wanted to share the benefits with you. âThis will be amazing,â
âYeahâŚletâs not get too ahead of ourselves though. You still havenât got the promotion yet,â you tried to reason with him before he made any unattainable plans.
Albie had the tendency to be overly hopeful about things and as much as you appreciated his enthusiasm and his support, he can go overboard without realising it.
âYouâre right, speaking of which Iâm gonna have to leave for 1. Howâs the sandwich?â
You swallowed the mouthful before you answered, âPerfect,â
Later in the evening, you were alone again in your living room. The only source of light came from the screen in front of you, casting a soft glow that illuminated the room.
The only noise that could be heard was the TV in the background. Otherwise, the apartment was quiet enough to hear the low bliss of the traffic outside. Even if you didnât have company for the night, it was still peaceful.
Amidst the serenity, you couldnât help but subconsciously reminisce about the stark difference between your evenings with Albie compared to those spent with Miguel.
When he was not working a late shift, nights with Albie would be filled with tranquility and quality moments together. You would often find yourself curled up on the couch while nestled onto his chest.
A stark contrast to the time spent with Miguel, where moments together were rare occurrences. His duties as Spider-man and leader of the Spider Society left little room for personal connections. The fact that he was not from your home dimension added another layer of complexity to your relationship. Youâd be lucky if he even left his own dimension just to be with you.
But, you didnât want to mull over it and open the door to any unnecessary longing of âwhat couldâve beenâ and âwhat ifâsâ tonight. You had Albie now and every moment left like a treasure trove of warmth and comfort.
Your dinner that you made fresh was sitting on the coffee table in front of you, waiting to be eaten. Just as you were about to pick up your plate to start on your food, you heard a sharp whisper in your ear that sent a chill down your spine.
âHey,â
You flinched.
That was not something you wanted to hear when you were home alone. You quickly cupped your ear instinctively before you saw a marigold hologram glitch in front of you that was followed by Lylaâs figure.
âHey girl,â she greeted, fluttering her fingers in a wave.
âLylaâ! Jeez donât scare me like that,â You exclaimed before signing in both relief and annoyance.
âSorry, I didnât want to interrupt your night with a grand entrance,â You didnât want to admit that she already did just that. She glitched around you, disappearing and reappearing in different directions around you as she spoke. âBy the way, Miguel needs you back in HQ,â
âRight now? Canât he get someone else? Iâm supposed to be on my day off,â you protested.
âActually your days off are on Mondays and Thursdays,â she reminded you. You quickly glanced at your calendar and saw that she was right. You sighed again. So much for enjoying the evening to yourself.
âAlrightâŚtell him Iâll be there in 10,â
âCopy that,â she saluted before she glitched away, leaving alone with the food in front of you.
You watch the steam waltz into the air from your hot meal, almost teasing you. It wouldnât taste the same when you reheat it in the microwave. Yet, a part of you was glad that you didnât start eating yet. Dimension traveling on a full stomach always ended in motion sickness.
You took the plate and made your way to the kitchen and covered it with a foil sheet. You then headed to your room to change into your suit and tapped on your watch, activating a colourful whirlwind portal for you to step into.
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Ray of Sunshine - Grumpy!Harry x Reader.
Premise: Harry has a tendency to be moody, but what happens when he meets his match? this one's especially for @harrysonlylover đ
Other Writing
Word count: 3.4k
Warnings: She/her pronouns. 3rd person.
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Harryâs car skids recklessly into the almost-full parking lot, dismissing the concept of carefulness in favour of confronting the driver behind the wheel of a sunshine-yellow â60s VW beetle, who had pulled into the lot moments before- which should have never happened because it had been behind him, to begin with.Â
As if his mood hadnât been less than pleasant for the past month, what really set him over the edge was the lack of apology from the said sunshine yellow driver, who only honked his way and proceeded to turn into the parking lot as they seemed to have always intended.Â
With agitation, Harry neatly swerves into the nearest parking space, barely managing to stay in the lines as he reaches over and snatches his work satchel from the passenger seat, slinging it over his shoulder as he slides from the seat and exits his vehicle.Â
In hot pursuit, his long legs help him catch up to the sunshine car just in time for the driver to exit, her back turned to him, leaning in through the open door to collect her items.Â
By the time she turns around and lazily swings the door shut Harry is peering over her, wearing a black hoodie, brows furrowed, his body tense.Â
She recognises him in an instant- itâs hard not to remember the face of a man who is scowling so sinfully as he hit the hooter for an unnecessary amount of time- all because he couldn't be bothered to indicate.Â
âDid you not see my blinker?â He grumbles.Â
âClearly not.â She torts, her face still and expressionless.Â
âYouâre a moron. It was on.â Each word is more annunciated than the last.Â
âIt wasnât.â She shrugs, slinging the straps of her bag over her shoulder.Â
âYou clearly need glasses.â Harry huffs in disbelief.Â
âMaybe if you werenât blasting your music so loud you would have heard that it wasnât on.âÂ
Harry feels a wave of shame wash over him at the idea of her seeing him getting a little too into his playlist, in turn, his chest simmers with defensiveness and deflection,Â
âYour driving fucking sucksâŚâ He says, getting no response only encourages him to rant further, âAnd your car looks like itâs hanging on by its last thread, no wonder youâre a bad driver.â He gestures to her car with a look of distaste, âItâs a piece of junk.â
She adores her car, it is not only special but holds the heart of many fond times, adventures, people, and sometimes just conversation. The car sure has been through the wringer- in age alone- but she can hardly afford another, and she certainly doesn't want one.Â
So, she tries not to find offence in this grumpy strangers declaration of her âpiece of junkâ and does her best to take a deep breath before responding in concession- though her agitation has morphed into sarcasm and it seeps through your sentences,
âOkay, sorry Mister Mercedes. Guess Iâll be more careful next time.â
Harry didn't know what he wanted her to say, but it certainly wasnât anything along those lines. So with an eye roll and the reminder that heâs close to being late for work, Harry starts to walk away and points out matter-of-factly,Â
âYeah fuckin right, youâre an accident waiting to happen.âÂ
âAsshole.â
âI heard that.âÂ
He turns on his heels to see her as calm as ever, an amused sparkle in her eyes, a smirk playing at her lips,
âWhat ya gonna do? Chew me out some more?â
Harry stared seethingly at the rude and reckless driver who couldn't care less about his mood, her focus was on gathering all the necessary items for whatever task she so desperately had to complete that she was willing to almost kill him.Â
He meanly mutters, âHave a fantastic day," before walking off for good, dreading work and in a worse mood than ever.Â
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Harry has an hour for lunch, grateful for the assortment of cafes and restaurants scattered within the city square, along with plenty of boutiques, art deco, and antiques to name a few.Â
Most days, he is likely to grab a sandwich or coffee- or both- from the restaurant directly across from his office block, but that would be the third time this week and Harry canât fathom facing any of the staff in fear of becoming a âregular.âÂ
He meanders around the centre and stakes out the array of food options displayed in each glass window.Â
Just when he thinks he may settle on some early afternoon sushi, Harry spots a bright object from the corner of his vision, his head snapping with such haste he must have strained a muscle.Â
Parked directly in front of a shoe boutique is his notorious enemy; the sunshine car. And leaning back against a pillar just outside of the store is the bad driver from behind the wheel. She is halfway through smoking a cigarette, her other hand occupied by scrolling through her phone.Â
As if his scowl was so strong that it was sent straight to her, causing her to sense his presence, she looked up from her phone and smiled mischievously at the realization of her new enemy's arrival.Â
She tucks her phone into the pocket of her black slacks, taking a puff of her ciggie, a cloud of smoke mixing in with her greeting, Â
âAh, Mister Mercedes.âÂ
Harry nears but notices his frustration thicken with each step into her space. He crosses his arms across his chest,Â
âI recognised your car.âÂ
âOh, that old piece of junk?â She asks with nonchalance.Â
âYes.â
âBothered you so much that you decided to come over here?â Her pout is melting with pure mischief.Â
âIâm sorry, okay.â Harry concedes, but it doesn't come off as anything but frustrated so his tone softens in volume and intention, âIt was a rough day.â
âOkay.â
âOkay?â His brows furrow.
âYeah, okay.âÂ
âFucking insufferable.â He mutters.
His frustration slips over like that of water on a duck, her mood has been calm all day, and his attitude wasnât likely to spoil it- right? With another puff, she ponders aloud,Â
âIs there anything else I can help you with?â
There is a moment where Harry almost ponders the purity of his intentions, but dismisses it and chooses to interrogate her- he is far too invested in finding out more about his enemy,
âDo you work here?âÂ
âObviously.â She shrugs with the softest of scoffs.Â
âHope youâre a better employee than a driver.âÂ
Now heâs starting to get under her skin. this is her hour for lunch, why canât it be spent in peace? She does her damndest to maintain a cool demeanour as she asks again,
âWhy are you still here?âÂ
âTo apologize, Jesus.â Harry doesn't mean to snap, but neither of them is surprised when he does. His juxtaposition of words and tone render his sorry useless- they both know it.
He tries to reason with her, explaining his frustration, âAnd all you said was okay.â
She peers over at him incredulously, repeatedly intrigued by the attitude of this man who has gone out of his way to make an enemy out of her,Â
âWhat do you want me to say,â her tone facetious and fiery, âI forgive you, we all have bad days, sometimes we take it out on strangers to avoid hurting those close to us, youâre probably actually a great guy?âÂ
âI- yes.âÂ
âWell now that Iâve said it, you can go on your way.âÂ
Harry feels stunned like she just let him walk out into the snow knowing that there was soon to be a blizzard, he canât reason with her- nor does he care to at this point,Â
âJesus. I take back my apology.â He grumbles, hands raised in defeat, his head shaking as he scoffs sourly, âSuch a mature little thing, huh?âÂ
She ignores everything but the last sentence, slowly enjoying the opportunities heâs giving her to indulge in going out of her way to increase his already extreme grumpiness.Â
Once more, Harry curses out under his breath and with zero intent to say another word, begins to walk away from her.Â
Pulling the phone from her pocket, ready to continue her prior activities, she chuckles and calls over his shoulder,
âBye, Mister Mercedes.âÂ
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It has likely been less than a week since their last interaction and Harryâs enemy has decided to treat herself to a proper lunch- sitting down at an actual table in an actual restaurant for a change.Â
However, she underestimated her fitness levels and loosely accounted for a good portion of the time her lunch break consisted of. By the time she arrived and got back to her own store, there would be less than twenty minutes left to sit at a table.Â
Takeout would have to do, and once she has placed her order, she waits off to the side of the main counter, waiting to both pay and be gifted with grub.Â
The food comes quicker than predicted and with excitement she thinks can't be topped, she reaches for her wallet, but the hostess stops her in her tracks and gestures to one of the tables scattered throughout the eatery and informs her,Â
âThe man at table four already paid for your order.â
Itâs her sworn enemy, packing up the contents of his belongings before taking a final sip of his nearly-empty Americano. Harry doesnât acknowledge her.
âWhatâs with this guy?â She ponders aloud before making the swift and frustrated decision to go over to his table.
He is already standing up to leave, still not looking her way, and with a bough of confusion, she finally speaks up,Â
âWhatâs this about?âÂ
âStrange way of saying thank you, Sunshine.âÂ
Harry frowns and she doesn't enjoy the way it makes her feel, giddy and begging for more opportunities to bother him,Â
âThank you.â
âWhatever. Youâre still a pest.â He grumbles, almost bumping his shoulder into her own as he slips past and hastily exits the restaurant.
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Harry walks into her store with a better attitude than he has in a long time. Things were starting to look up, but one little thing was still bothering him, and she was staring right at him with a scowl that gave him a run for his money.Â
Anyhow, heâs here for a reason; an attempt to smooth over the rocky start that was more than likely his fault. And he hopes sheâll take his apology this time.Â
Harry approaches, and with each step, he gets a better view of her distinct frown, lips turned down, eyes quickly turning to loathsome slits. She is no longer leaning across the front counter with laxation, her body stiffening to attention, her hand pressed firmly to her hip.Â
She couldnât fathom anything could have worsened her week, and here he was, presumably planning on sucking away whatever remained of her soul for his own sick gain. With a chest simmering with chaos, she asks with incredulity,Â
âSeriously?âÂ
Harry blinks back, a little awestruck, ignoring the pang of disappointment that greets his heart when she seems to confirm her distaste for his presence, he embraces his mildly peppy mood and remarks playfully,Â
âWell hello there, Sunshine.âÂ
âThis is not the time.â She snaps. Â
âAw, is Miss Ray-of-Sunlight in a mood today?â He coos.Â
âMmph.âÂ
She huffs, hardly meeting his eyes, and Harry quite likes how well she emulates his usually grumpy demeanour, he wonders how similar they might be, decides to find out,Â
âWhat happened?â He meets her at the counter, lazily resting his body against the counter courtesy of the elbow he balances on. He leans a tad nearer, a tantalizing smile playing at his lips as he teases,
âDid you almost crash into someone with your junkyard on wheels?âÂ
âIâd rather drive this than parade about like an absolute dick in an overpriced German car.â Her tone drips with what Harry feels is both disappointment and disgust.Â
He feels frozen under her words like his Sunshine had just revealed herself to be Medusa, a sly Succubus.Â
Now what does he do? His confidence sits on the floor with his converse, his sentences have turned to slosh in his skull and she is staring at him with such distaste that Harry certainly wonât be saying a word.Â
Stunned to silence, he leans away from her, settling a safe space between their bodies as his features morph from friendly to confused. This only seems to increase her frustration and she fiery snaps,Â
âWhy won't you stop fucking pestering me?â
Harry subconsciously steps back, straightening up and stacking his defensiveness around his skin like a shield. He has no power to prevent a petty eye roll,Â
âOh, please. This is no treat for me either, Sunshine.â
âAre you kidding?â She gets ready to leave him standing alone in the middle of her own store.Â
Harry panics and blurts, âHear me out!â It comes off more desperate than he would have liked. But she has stopped and addresses him with crossed arms, waiting for his next words. Harry is in autopilot mode, more nonsense spilling from his lips, âI- want to make it up to you?âÂ
âWhy, so you can clear your conscience?â She scoffs with sass.Â
âSure, whatever you say, smart mouth.â Harry has regressed and reflects her unpleasant temperament.
âGo away.âÂ
Their gazes are glued by the calamity of their conversation, tied together with frustration that feels impossible to unwind.Â
Harry just wants to tell her why heâs here in the first place, but whatâs the point? His presence is evidently worsening her day.Â
And though the soft curiosity in him wants to know why she seems so down, Harryâs focus is returning to the ruin of his afternoon. So, in true fashion, he flails his arms in disappointed defeat and turns his back on her with a wonderful version of goodbye,
âFine. Fuck it. Have a miserable one, Sunshine.âÂ
âLikewise, dickhead.â She dismisses, grateful his mood is now as miserable as her own.Â
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When Harry finally exits the glass entrance to the bottom floor, relief rushing over him now that work is over, heâs hardly paying any attention to anything or anyone, already scanning his phone for notifications. But then he sees his cloudy sunshine leaning against a wall, arms crossed, no car in sight.Â
He ponders pretending to not have noticed- walked away and gone about his eve. That would never happen though, he wants- needs to see her again- his stomach stays unsettled the deeper their discourse divulged.Â
He heads over to her with unnecessary haste, scolding himself as he comes to a halt in front of her. She has been aware of him from the minute he exited the building, already prepared for his arrival.Â
His body waits expectantly as she eyes him up and down, a cheeky glint in her eyes and when Harry understands that she is in no rush to speak up, his undying impatience rears its head,Â
âWhat do you want?âÂ
âFor you to stop being so grumpy.â She shrugs.
âRich coming from you.â He mutters, but when she attempts to turn her back on him as they had done so many times before, more words rush out, âOkay, okay. Whatâs up?â
âIâve decided to hear you out.âÂ
âGee, how kind of you.âÂ
âI cannot imagine how anyone deals with you on a daily basis.âÂ
Harry doesnât take it as an insult, he is fueled forward by the fact that she might be willing to listen,
âIâm actually very likeable.âÂ
âDo you want me to hear you out or not?âÂ
He thinks for a moment, leaving her to ponder what in her right mind caused her to take a walk to see him in the first place.Â
But, he wants to do this as⌠right as their attitudes might approve of, so he bravely wraps his palm atop her own, gently gesturing for her to follow and she allows him to drag her along. He encourages,Â
âCâmon.âÂ
âWhat?â She asks but proceeds to let him guide her.Â
âItâs almost six, letâs go eat.â He informs, one step ahead of her as they take the short trip to his regular restaurant
âThat is the last thing I want to do with you.â She grumbles.Â
âIâll pay.â He soothes.Â
âFine.âÂ
Harry keeps her hand cradled in his own, even as they enter the restaurant and he asks the waiter for a table for two. In fact, he only lets go to pull out a chair for her.Â
He asks what drink she prefers and if sheâd be open to splitting a plate of fries with him.Â
But she has been eyeing him with suspicion, and once itâs clear that this wonât waver until she confronts it, the waiter leaves and allows her to question,Â
âWhy are you being nicer than usual?âÂ
âCan you stop being snarky for even a second?â He nearly snaps.Â
âAh, Mister Mercedes is back.â She nods as if it were what she had expected all along.Â
âNo,- Jesus fuck.â Harry feels desperate again, scooching his chair forward, his arms folded across the table, leaning in to ensure her unwavering attention,
 âI- almost got into another accident the day we met.â He sighs out with shame, ready to be met with warranted ridicule. Her expression has already turned to one of bemusement. But heâs not done yet,
âTurns out my left blinker bulb burned out... so...â
She tilts back and finally relaxes into her chair, a gleeful grin spreading to her sparkling eyes,Â
âSweet vindication.âÂ
âBrat.â
âDick.âÂ
Harry has little confidence to spare, now that his confession is out in the open, he is in the dark.Â
Her demeanour has slightly diverted swells of amusement and satisfaction dancing along the tabletop.
âJust wanted to try and make it up to you.â He shrugs earnestly, unfortunately having to rely on her newfound information to dictate her next reaction.Â
âMake it up to me?âÂ
He canât convince himself to meet her eyes, his lowering to study the rings donning his fingers, fearful of humiliation, but not enough to waste the opportunity sitting across from him, looking overjoyed with sweet satisfaction, and far too endearing for him to resist,
âMm. I didnât want you to think I was just a grump butâŚâ Her face seems to soften and he feels it safe to continue, âBeen tryna ask you out on a date. since.âÂ
âA date?âÂ
âYeah, a date.âÂ
âAre you crazy?â Her features return to one of confusion, bewildered at his seemingly sudden turnaround, âI donât like you.â
âWell, I like you.â
âForgive me for finding that hard to believe.âÂ
Itâs true- that he likes you, and that itâs hard to believe. He likes the surprise shifting his statement.Â
âI do.â He nods as if itâs been obvious from the start, âAnd your attitude, and your silly yellow car.â He admits with bashful fondness, âGuess I hoped we could start over?âÂ
âSunshine.â She says.Â
âHm?â
He ponders aloud and itâs her turn to lean forward, stretching her arms across the table. Her gaze has returned to one of sternness,Â
âMy car. Her name is Sunshine.â She allows Harry a moment to soak up the coincidental information. âShe is a piece of junk, but I love her, so shut up about my baby.â
Harryâs head tilts back when a bough of laughter suddenly leaves his lips- amused and even more attracted than he thought possible, he nods along in agreement and chuckles, âFair enough.âÂ
There is an elongated pause- at least Harry perceives it to be- as she thinks over the oddly pleasurable past few weeks of finding herself in the presence of a grumpy but playful man.Â
So, she gives him one last good look over before deciding to openly give in,Â
âYou have been a consistent pain in my ass.â He pouts cutely, and she goes on, âGuess weâll have to find out if thereâs more to you.âÂ
He smiles at that, his head and heart finally settling at the promise of better nights of sleep to follow. Moreso, heâd like to find out more about this so-called Sunshine who seems to simultaneously rile him up and calm him down with ease,Â
ââM nameâs Harry, by the way.â He extends a hand.
âY/n.â Her palm meets his eagerly.
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Here we go children, this one was really fun to write, I hope it meets your expectations! - Em. xo đ this one's especially for @harrysonlylover đ
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Rough Days
Warnings: Explicit contents. Unprotected sex. Oral giving and receiving. Vaginal sex.Â
Pairings: Harry Wells x Reader.
Word count:
Beginning 1: 2.1K+
Beginning 2: 3.8K+
In total: 4.7K+
Part 2
A/N: Smutty smut smut. Itâs only my second time doing this, so hope itâs okay. Just had a good idea, and thereâs probably going to be a part two, where they have to deal with it if you want it? Also, there are two types of beginnings to it. One where Reader is already drunk and Harry finds her, and one where they get drunk together! Have fun!Â
Also, unprotected sex is a no-no, bad idea, donât condone it!
Also GIF's aren't mine!
Reader already drunk beginning:
The past few days had been tough for you. The metas Alchemy was creating kept showing up everywhere, the metas already created by the particle accelerator explosion seemed to try to keep up with Alchemy's.Â
Captain Singh wasnât making it easy at the precinct. He had benched you because of the lack of sleep and focus you were having, you were acting out over the smallest things. So naturally you had needed some time away from everything. Away from home, away from work, and away from people.Â
The team had gone home for the day a few hours ago, and you had made your way to the lounge area of S.T.A.R. labs and the fridge you knew had beers in it. You didnât quite keep to the beers, you had also managed to find a flask of whiskey and tequila.Â
By now you had gotten quite the buzz going, the music was playing from the speakers as you downed yet another shot of tequila. The liquor burned its way down your throat and you scrunched up your nose before biting into a piece of lime and shaking your head at it.Â
âWhooo, I should do this more often,â You laughed to yourself. You had always been the type of drunk person who would end up being a happy-go-lucky kind of person.Â
âY/N, what are you doing?â A rasped voice pulled you away from your endeavor. You couldnât help but smile at the sight in front of you. Harrison Wells with his black jumper and slick black jeans. His dark hair was slightly ruffled with a few strands sticking out to the sides. His expression was stern yet with a glimpse of amusement.Â
âHarryyyyyy, hiii!â You slightly yelled out over the music. âWhat does it look like Iâm doing though?â You questioned him back with a grin on your face as you took a swig of your whiskey. You didnât wait for his answer as you continued. âIâm having my own little party, and quite honestly Iâm having the absolute best time!â You lifted your glass in your hand and made your way over to Harry swaying ever so lightly on your way.Â
âDonât you think youâve had enough?â He looked at you with a little bit of concern in his eyes as he gripped onto your arms to keep you standing upright and not tumbling over. Your hands wound up on his as you realized which kind of muscles he was hiding under that jumper. You squinted your eyes at him and began to make a pout with your lips. It didnât last long before your lips turned upwards and your eyes were filled with enjoyment and carefreeness.Â
âActually I donât think so, and you mister,â You said as you poked Harry in the chest hard enough for him to be swayed a bit backward. âWonât take my fun away,â You finished before breaking out into a full laugh. Harry chuckled at you and your behavior.Â
âActually come to think of it, you should join my fun!â Your lips turned into a smirk as you went to get a glass of whiskey for Harry. âWe deserve a bit of fun and downtime,â You said momentarily your voice was laced with seriousness.Â
âIâm not sure thatâs a good idea,â He chuckled with his beautiful smile ever so lightly creating his dimples. âSomebody has to make sure youâre okay,â He continued as he gestured with his hand to you.Â
âYou donât have to worry about me, Iâm fantastic,â You answered as you went over to him with the glass of whiskey in your hand. âHere, drink up my friend!â You spoke attempting to sound serious, just to have your smile betray you. Harry took the glass from you and took a swig of it causing you to smile even wider.Â
âSo youâre in?â You questioned with a small expectant giggle at the end of it.Â
âIâm in,â He says with a wink and a smirk at you, rendering your knees to go soft on you. He takes another swig of the whiskey emptying the glass. He handed it over to you and you gladly took it to get him a refill.Â
âWe need to get you up to speed with me,â You smiled mischievously at him. You sat down a shot glass in front of him and poured some tequila into it. âLet me borrow your hand,â You said as you held out your own. He does as you tell him and you lick at the back of his hand before pouring some salt on it. âSalt, shot, and lime,â You tell him. He looked at you, his mouth slightly agape. His eyes had darkened at the action you had made.
âEarth to Harry?â You asked as you waved your hand in front of his face, your own face confused with a cocked eyebrow. âYes?â He cleared his throat before speaking, followed by a big swallow causing his adams apple to bob.Â
âDid you hear anything of what I said?â You let out a laugh that came from the bottom of your stomach.Â
âRight, yes I did,â He licked the salt from his hand, took the shot, and bit into the lime. His face scrunched up by the taste of the liquor hitting the back of his throat. You made him take quite a lot more, you took some with him to keep your own high buzz going.Â
Reader and Harry getting drunk together:
You were walking into S.T.A.R. labs with the rest of the team. It had been a tough fight with the current metas roaming the streets of Central City. Alchemy was creating quite a lot on the way, and every damn meta in this town seemed to be out for blood.Â
You threw your backpack on the floor beside the central console of the cortex. You flopped down on a chair in front of the computer, taking your guns out of your holsters and putting them down on the table.Â
âI swear Y/N, if one of those goes off on my computer, youâd wish hell was freezing over,â Cisco pointed at you.Â
âOh relax Cisco, the safety is on,â You say as you look at them, realizing that you might have forgotten that in the heat of the moment, or maybe more in the tiredness of the moment. âOr now it is at least,â You mumbled to yourself.Â
âWhat was that?â Cisco asked his eyes squinting at you. âNothing!â You laughed it off, knowing he would in fact kill you if you ruined his computers.Â
âThatâs what I thought,â He laughed back at you.Â
âYou do know he means it right?â Harry spoke with a serious face as he sat down beside you. You looked over at him with amusement in your eyes.Â
âIs Harrison Wells afraid of what Cisco might do?â You joked. You thought you were funny, but looking at Harryâs face you thought differently. His eyes were hard as he looked at you. It felt like he was looking right through you. You swallowed thickly at the hard glare he was giving you.
âIâm not afraid of Ramon,â His voice was hoarse and low but laced with a hint of worry. Ciscoâs computers and satellites were his everything, and having seen it be blown up a few times, both you and Harry knew he would hurt whoever hurt his tech.Â
âWell, weâre going home for the day,â Barry and Iris smiled as she spoke. âIâm more than ready to go home and get some sleep. Weâll see you all tomorrow,â She continued and waved at everyone. So did Barry as they left the building.Â
âIâm going to follow them. Cisco can you drive me home?â Caitlin asked her friend. Caitlin had had a rough time lately, she didnât talk much about it, but you knew she would when she was ready for it.Â
âAre you coming along too, Y/N?â Cisco asked grabbing his jacket from the console in front of you.Â
âNah, Iâll stay here for a while. Iâm gonna see what it is weâre missing with Alchemy and all these new metas that are popping up. Thanks for asking though!â You smiled and gave a thumbs up to let him know you meant it.Â
âDonât you think it would be a good idea to go home and rest?â Harry asked beside you with a soft smile. You loved to see him smile, even more because it wasnât so often he did.Â
âNo, really itâs all good. I want to be here, no need to go home to an empty apartment anyway,â You spoke as you looked away from him and back to the computers in front of you.Â
Harry nodded at you and walked away, probably to go work on his own Alchemy project. You started to type away, going through every piece of evidence you had on Alchemy.Â
You rubbed your eyes and looked at the clock. It felt like you had been sitting with it for hours, but there had only been 40 minutes. Realizing that you werenât going to get much done you walked to the lounge, grabbing two glasses and pouring some whiskey into them.
Turning the corner into Harryâs lab you saw him looking at the clear board with equations on it, his white marker in his hand. You had been right when you thought he would be working. You knocked at the entrance causing him to turn around and look at you.Â
âWhat?â He asks gruffly and you raise the two glasses of whiskey in your hands.Â
âWanna have a drink with me?â You asked politely entering his workshop.Â
âUh, sure,â His answer was short but held a lot of meaning. He never stopped working, so his saying yes was a win for you. âAny particular reason?â He questioned as you handed him one of the glasses.Â
âCanât we just enjoy a drink without there has to be a reason for it?â You asked cockily with raised eyebrows. It earned you a small laugh from the Earth-Two scientist. You looked at him surprised at his response to it. âMaybe we should do it more often if it earns laughs from you,â You jokingly continued.Â
âDonât count on it,â He replied deeply, though there was still a small smile hiding behind the glass. You raised your glass to him and took a sip of the liquor. The burning sensation was welcoming in your throat. The small interaction you and Harry had was nice. Your life had been a mess lately so when you had emptied your glasses, you had stayed with Harry while he went back to work. Â
âAre you just going to sit there for the rest of the night?â He asked looking over his shoulder and back at you.Â
âWell actually Iâd say yes, but then I thought we could also decide to have our way of resting,â You smiled at him as you took your feet down from his desk and turned all the way towards him. His features looked questioningly at the statement you had made. âWe could go drink some more whiskey. Pretty sure we both could need some time away from Alchemy?â The last part you said as a question as you waited for his response.Â
âAnd why would you think that?â Harryâs usual hard look and closed-offness showed.Â
âBecause Harry, you have been staring at the same equation for the past hour and gotten nowhere,â You told him gesturing to the board in front of him. His stare felt like it could shoot daggers at you for having said that, but you knew he was agreeing with you when a small nod came in your direction. âCool, letâs go then,â You said snapping your fingers in the direction of the lounge you had picked up the whiskey in before.Â
A few whiskeys in you were both talking a lot more loosly about what was troubling you. As Harry, you werenât one who cared much for sharing too many feelings or problems. They were your own, and yours to deal with.Â
âI could have sworn you had just decided to spend most of your time here, just like Barry usually does now,â Harry stated as he looked slightly surprised at you for your confession.Â
âNope, Captain Singh asked me, or more made me, stay home and take care of myself. He sent my ass home, and I canât just sit at home doing nothing, so here I am,â You threw your arms out to the side as you took a small bow in the chair.Â
It earned you one of the rare laughs from Harry. Either it was the alcohol talking or maybe Harry was actually enjoying himself a little. You decided to go with the latter, making it so much easier to just smile and forget things for a while.Â
You stood up to grab the flask of whiskey, only to realize it was empty. You looked through the cupboards to see if you could find something else. A devilish smile crept on your lips as you grabbed the flask and stood up. âHarry!â You yelled out. His body shot towards you at your sudden outburst. âI have found something better than whiskey,â You smiled from ear to ear shaking the tequila bottle in your hand. âWe are so going to take some tequila shots!â You laughed out loud at the expression on Harryâs face.Â
âNo, we are most certainly not,â He replied coldly as he stood up and started to leave, and you knew how you could make him stay.Â
âHarry, itâs a task, and you solve tasks right?â He stopped dead in his tracks and you could almost imagine the expression on his face and that joyed you even more. You knew you had won.Â
âFine!â He exclaimed and turned back to you, a few large strides and he was on the other side of the island.Â
âDo you know how to?â You asked hesitantly not knowing how much drinking he had done on Earth-Two and in his younger days. âDid you just ask me if I know how to do tequila shots? How old do you think I am?â He said slightly annoyed before he broke out a dimple-filled smile. You broke out into a real fit of laughter before answering him.Â
âIâm so sorry Harry, that sounded terrible,â Leaning forwards on the table in front of you, you half smacked yourself in the head when you put it into your hand.Â
âCâmon, pour it Y/L/N!â He chuckled as he pushed the shot glass over in your direction. You found the salt and cut out the limes you had found in the fridge. You werenât quite sure why the team even had this here, but you werenât about to be mad at it.Â
You clinked your glasses together before shooting it down. You both shook your heads and looked at each other, smiles spreading as you continued to pour tequila into your glasses.
âRight, letâs see,â You say with an idea in your head. You licked your own hand as you put it to your neck, you leaned your neck to the side as you drizzled salt on it and the lime in your hand. âLetâs go, Harrison,â You smiled playfully at him, his eyes glistening with just as much playfulness.Â
He stepped close to you, your chests touching each other, his hands on your hips. You leaned your head to the side giving him access to lick the salt off of you. His tongue was warm to your skin sending shivers down your spine. You had to bite your lip to stifle a moan from escaping your lips. He stayed at your neck a little longer than he needed to and kissed you on the neck as his face left your neck. Downing the shot you had poured him, he looked for the lime and you smiled brightly with it between your teeth.Â
It didnât take long for Harry to catch on to what you wanted. A smirk danced across his lips before crashing them to yours to bite the lime. His lips were soft on yours. He tasted of a mix of tequila, lime, and whiskey. You spat out the lime before going back to kissing him. Your arms snaked around his neck drawing him closer to you. He gladly accepted and deepened the kiss. His tongue slid across your lower lip and you quickly granted him access.Â
Your tongue felt like it fit perfectly with his as they danced and explored together. The kiss was filled with need, a hunger, for each other. Damn his an amazing kisser, you thought to yourself as you got completely lost in his intoxicating kiss. You broke apart after a few minutes needing to catch your breaths.Â
His crystal blue eyes looked into yours, they were darker than usual, filled with arousal. Your chest was heaving for breaths and Harry pulled away from you. You whined as you lost the heat from his warm body.Â
âIâm sorry,â He spoke lowly as he started to pull completely away from you. You grabbed the jumper in your hands and pulled him towards you. âHarry shut up and kiss me again,â You ordered your own eyes filled with lust. It didnât take long for him to oblige to your command, his hands roaming your entire body.Â
He pushed you backward till you reached the countertop and boxed you in between his body and the table. Your fingers tangled themselves in his dark locks as you pulled lightly at them. A hum escaped his throat as he kissed his way down from your jaw to your ear nibbling lightly at your earlobe before moving down to your neck.Â
His kisses left your skin on fire. A burning sensation was starting to grow in your stomach and between your legs. You wanted him. You needed him.Â
âHarry,â You whimpered in response to his kisses, licks and sucks. He was sure to leave marks on you. His hand moved in between your legs cubbing the outsides of your cunt, grinding at it with his hand.Â
Several moans left your throat involuntarily. You couldnât help it, this man was doing so much to you. He was humming in response to your moans. His lips went back to yours. You could feel the grin on his lips as he kissed you.Â
His hands grabbed around your thighs hoisting you to sit on the countertop, keeping your legs spread to make space for him in between. You locked your legs around his waist pulling him as close to you as you could.
He grinded against you and you met his grinds with your own. You could feel his arousal, rock hard and ready for you. A groan left Harryâs lips at your movements and a smirk appeared on your lips. This time it was you breaking the kiss to make it to his neck leaving open-mouthed kisses. As you bit slightly into his skin, an animalistic groan left his throat, as you left a mark on him.Â
âEither you stop and we go to my room, or continue and Iâll take you right here,â His voice was low and lust-filled as he spoke. The words hit you as you leaned in to whisper in his ear.Â
âOh Iâm not nearly done, Harrison Wells,â you mused his name and it seemed to have the effect you wanted it to. Harry gripped your hips tightly and pulled you closer to him as his lips crashed with yours. The kiss was filled with need as you were both losing control of yourselves.Â
One of his hands traced under your shirt and up to your breast and grabbed it. Your body ached for him as your chest shot forward at the feeling of his fingers pinching your nipple. His hand let go of your breast only to discard the clothing in front of it. He kissed down your neck and down to your chest and sucked lightly at your nipple as his other hand traced up your thigh toward your wet spot.Â
âOh god, Harry,â You moaned out at the heat pooling inside of you.Â
âMmh, what?â He looked down at you with a big smirk on his lips, his normally blue eyes almost completely dark from lust. âI didnât tell you to stop,â You looked up at him whining. âBut now weâre at it, you have too many clothes on,â You smiled innocently up at him as your hands glided toward the hem of his jumper. He chuckled deeply before lifting his arms up to discard his jumper.Â
Your mouth fell open as your eyes roamed his torso. His chiseled muscles showed as he flexed a little under your stare. Clothes did him dirty.Â
âMy eyes are up here Y/N,â He pulled you from your trance. Your cheeks flushed as you looked down shyly. His fingers went under your chin to make you look up at him. âLike what you see?â He muses with amusement.
âI mean, have you looked yourself in the mirror?â You spoke as your eyes darted down to his chest again. Your tongue darted over your lips as you took all of him in again. âHow can I not like what I see?â You continued your own eyes darkening more.Â
Your legs tugged him into you again as your lips met his again. You were fighting for dominance, pouring every feeling of lust and need into the kiss. Your fingers were digging into his skin at his shoulders.Â
Harry pulled you down from the countertop, unbuttoning your jeans, not once breaking the kiss. You shimmied out of your jeans and panties and stood completely nude in front of him. This time it was Harryâs turn to get tranced, licking his lips.Â
âMy eyes are up here, Harrison,â You mused the same response he had had to your staring. His laugh filled the lounge as his hands found your hips again. âWhat? No smart comment?â You chuckled. âNope, not this time. You look beautiful,â His smile was genuine, his eyes had gone soft again, and you felt your cheeks burning from his admiration. He leaned down to kiss you. The kiss was different from the others, this was more caring and more emotional.Â
Your hands went to his shoulders moving down his chest. He flexed under your touch and deepened the kiss again as your hands found the button on his jeans. It didnât take long for him to discard them.Â
Your eyes couldnât help but dart down to his erection. He sure did hide a lot under those clothes; because holy hell he was well-equipped. The burning desire inside of you took over as you went down to your knees and looked up at him through your lashes.Â
A smirk playing at your lips as you licked from the base of his cock and up to the tip. A deep rumble came from Harryâs chest as his eyes closed shut and his head leaned back. Your tongue swirled around the tip, licking off the precum before taking his cock into your mouth. You bobbed your head in rhythm with your hand at the base. Your tongue swirled around the tip every time you came back up, before taking as much as you could of him in again.Â
âY/N,â Harry moaned out. âFuck, it feels so good,â his breathing became more panting as he took every bit of pleasure you were giving him. You could feel him tense under your touch and you bobbed your head a little faster, drawing him closer to his release.Â
He took in a sharp breath as he pulled away from you.Â
âHarry, why did you do that? I almost had you,â You looked up at him while pouting.Â
âBecause when I cum I want to be in you,â He took hold of your hand helping you up and he instantly pushed you back to the countertop. His lips find yours again, his hands on your hips, lifting you back up to sit. His head moved down your chest, down to your stomach, leaving open-mouthed kisses on his way.Â
Your own breathing became quicker at the thought of what he was about to do. Your hand tangled itself in his hair as he kissed the inner side of your thigh. The feeling of his mouth leaving shivers going up and down your body. Moans escaped your lips as he moved closer to your cunt.Â
âMmh, youâre so wet for me,â He breathed as his tongue licked through your folds, leaving a fire burning inside of you. His tongue flicked over your bundle of nerves. The pleasure coursing through your veins, the feeling of heat pooling in your stomach, alarming you that you were close.Â
âHarry, Iâm-,â You choked out, one hand gripping the countertop so tightly your knuckles were going white.Â
âCum for me, princess,â Harry focused more on your clit and it didnât take long before you were coming undone for him. He lapped all of your orgasm before coming back up to your head and giving you a chaste kiss.Â
âWell you certainly know what youâre doing,â You breathed heavily coming down from your high, a proud smirk played on Harryâs lips. Your hands reached around his neck and you pulled him close to you. Your kiss wasnât chaste in any way, it was lust-filled and hard. You could taste your own orgasm on his wet lips. One of your legs wrapped around his body, pulling him even closer to you. âI need you Harry,â You begged him. You needed him inside of you. You were hungry for him. All of him.Â
Harry aligned himself at your entrance and slowly pushed inside of you. Moans escaped both of your lips as he let you adjust to him. He slowly started thrusting into you. Controlled, slow moves were dragging out the pleasure already building in you.Â
âFuck, you feel so good around me. So perfect,â He breathes into the base of your neck. One of your hands was holding onto his shoulder and the other clawing at his back.Â
âHarry, I- I wonât last long,â You were moaning and panting under him.Â
âNeither will I,â He groans out, his thrusts becoming quicker and sloppier. Your orgasm builds up quickly in you. Leaving you screaming out his name as you draw closer and closer. A few more quick and hard thrusts leave you both coming down and hard.Â
He stayed with his head dipped into the crook of your neck, your hand started drawing circles at his back. He draws back from you and pulls out of you. His dark hair was messy from sweat and your hands, and you only saw the most handsome man you had ever seen.Â
A big goofy smile played on your lips and you couldnât tear your eyes away from him, as your breathing was slowing down again.Â
âWhat?â He smiled and shifted a little on his feet as his cheeks turned a shade of pink.Â
âOh, nothing, youâre just very handsome,â You spoke looking him deeply in his eyes. He leaned in to give you another kiss. He broke apart from you, but you continued to peck his lips in between words. âAlso. You. Just. Rocked. My. World,â Your hands were cupping his face as you held onto him.Â
âWell, why donât we go rock it some more,â He returned your goofy smile with a wink as he dragged you with him to his room.Â
Your eyes slowly started to flutter open and you groaned out at the bright light hitting your face. You rubbed your eyes with one hand as you felt the hangover headache hitting you. It wasnât until you tried to move that you realized that there was someone beside you.Â
You turned your head slowly as to not disturb whoever it was holding onto your side.Â
You didnât exactly expect to see a certain dark-haired grumpy scientist beside you.Â
âOh god, what have I done?â You said to yourself, panic coursing through your veins, causing a pair of blue eyes to open and look at you.
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