#love drawing him with crazy ahhh hair

[adipocerre]

So silly

[runa-falls]

reciprocation

part 1 | part 3

pairing: best friend!steven grant x reader

cw: smut (18+), fwb relationship, PWP, face sitting, mutual-pining but their idiots so..., 69, cumming untouched, cum eating.

w/c: 3.4k of SMUT AHHH

a/n: ignore how this is suddenly typed with capital letters :0. THIS ONE IS FOR MY FAVORITE STEVEN ANON WITH THE 69 REQUEST FROM A MONTH AGO -- i'm sorry it took so long 🫠

also special shout out for @whatthefishh for reading over it like half-a-month ago 😭🙏🏻 i was going through a major writers block :^)

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“Are you sure about this?” You watch him warily from a few feet away, shifting from side to side.

Steven is laid back on the bed patiently waiting for you, hair fluffy and soft under him. You can tell he’s been thinking about this for a while now, eager to start. 

His voice is soft as he appraises the timid energy surrounding you, “I’m sure. I want it–you. I promise.” For once, Steven seems to be the least nervous between the two of you. You're not used to him being in charge or even initiating anything remotely affectionate, let alone sexual. “Do…you?”

You can already see the prominent outline of his erection pressing sweetly against the thin fabric of his sweatpants. No matter how loose and comfortable he dresses, he can never manage to hide his need for you. 

“I do, but I just… don’t want to accidentally hurt you.” You wring your hands together, still unsure if you should approach him. 

Steven looks at you with trusting eyes, “You won’t hurt me, darling.” His comforting words help you relax a little, almost making you forget what you agreed to, what you’re so apprehensive to attempt. He offers you a hand and you take it, letting him pull you closer and guide you onto his lap.

His voice lowers as desire drips from his lips, “Though, even if you did,” His dark eyes look up to meet yours, pure need bleeding through the gaze. You eagerly drink it in, body buzzing on top of him with flustered energy. “I think I’d be okay with it…” Your breath hitches.

You know it’s true. Steven has never shied away from pain; he even invites it in the heat of the moment. He likes to be under your control, letting you use his body to drive him crazy, even if it means teasing and denying him until he’s sobbing under you.

He loves seeing the possessive marks you leave when he wakes up in the morning, fingers ghosting over them as the night before replays in his mind, or feeling the residual sting of scratches down his torso when he takes a shower, letting the warm water draw out the sensations until he’s hard and aching for you again, and he has to seek you out, hoping you'll notice him.

You regularly get carried away, so desperate to have all of him, that you don’t even realize how intensely you devour his eagerness to please you. But Steven is more than happy to indulge your hungry advances.

He especially loves it when you soothe him after, lightly kissing each bruise and mark as you whisper sweet words, apologizing for how rough you got.

He takes it with a shy smile, basking in your affections and your gentle touch, sighing as he’s surrounded by your energy, by your undivided attention. 

Sometimes he likes to pretend like you're his, like you're doing this because you love him, not because you think you're being a good friend.

It's not hard for him to imagine it when he closes his eyes, especially when you're moaning around his cock or grabbing his neck to pull him into a desperate kiss.

But when it's all over, when he's pulling his jeans back on -- still thrumming with heat -- the spell breaks and you go back to being just friends.

Now, he's going to pleasure you. Make you feel the euphoria of his mouth, so you'll want him just as much as he wants you. This is his form of reciprocation for all the favors you've given him. And he hopes it will convince you that he'd be a good lover for you. That you could be more than just friends with him.

He lets out a hushed, “Please,” as he leans into you, enticing you to follow him and capture his lips hungrily.

Steven knows exactly what he’s doing when he uses that tone, that soft shade of himself that can bring you to your knees even when he’s falling apart harder and faster than you are. 

You moan against his pouty lips, feeling the softness, his gentle press, you pull him closer, eager to deepen the kiss. He lets you have control over him, merely following you as you slide your tongue against his, delicately tasting you, tenderly holding you by your waist.

Steven is always gentle with you, no matter how clouded his mind gets during these heated moments, no matter how lost in pleasure he gets or how desperately he needs you, he always handles you with delicate care.

You nip at his bottom lip, drinking in his soft mewl as you start to roll your hips against him. His grip on your waist tightens, holding you more insistently against him, letting you feel how desperately he needs you.

His lips are pink and plump when you pull away, parted ever so slightly as he stares between your bodies, working your body over him. His eyes are glazed as he cants his hips to chase the exquisite feeling of your soft center against him.

You tease him, lifting yourself just enough that he can’t grind himself against you. He whines when he can’t feel you anymore, gripping your waist with frustration.

“Love, please!”

You break the kiss and climb off of him, appreciating how ruined he looks from a few kisses and light grinding. He huffs out a breath in frustration, hands fisting with the need to touch you. To have you close.

You stand next to the bed, hair in disarray, fiddling with the hem of your large shirt to garner his attention. His bronze gaze soaks over you, flashing dark when it meets the short hem of your pajama bottoms.

“Your shorts, p-please, take them off.” It’s not a demand, Steven doesn’t make demands, it’s a request, a plea, one that you’ve heard time and time again, and have seldom refused. 

Your fingers find the waistband of your shorts and drag them down until they’re pulled the rest of the way off with the help of gravity. A breathy sigh can be heard under you when you step away from the pooled clothing, leaving you in an oversized t-shirt that barely brushes at the top of your thighs. 

It’s like he’s seeing you for the first time – he’s always like this.

His eyes sparkle as you shuffle closer to the bed. “Come’ere, darling.” He pats his chest, “Right here.” You timidly crawl over him, delicately straddling his chest, legs parted just above his ribs. Your knees pull in towards each other, trying to hide what your shirt can’t cover, but you don’t get far before warm fingers pry you apart. 

“Show me.” It’s a bare whisper, as light as his touch gliding over the outer sides of your legs.

You reluctantly let yourself relax on him, hands gripping his soft shirt, wrinkling the fabric. Heat prickles under your skin as he cranes his neck to look at you, lashes nearly brushing the tops of his cheeks with how lustfully heavy his eyelids are. He takes that moment to breathe you in, devouring every inch of what you’re offering. 

His touch disappears from your thighs, and you hear quiet ruffling behind you, then a broken groan under you. You look over your shoulder and spot his hand pressing desperately against his covered hardness. 

“S-Steven…” He doesn’t stop his actions when he meets your eyes, utterly shameless with his need for you. 

“Beautiful.” 

His breaths become heavy, and his chest moves deliciously under you, right against your hot center. You attempt to squeeze your legs together, hoping to abate the intensifying sensations, but you can’t, his chest keeps you spread, open, and quivering just for his eyes. 

Steven is barely touching you, but even the slightest hint of pleasure has you craving him.

You can’t help but close your eyes as you subtly shift over him, drinking in his soft grunts as he continues to touch himself under you. It makes you throb with heat. 

Steven watches you suck your lip into your mouth to hold in wanton moans as you experimentally slide against his firm chest, hands pressing into him to support your movements.

Your initial timidness crumbles as you roll your hips over him again and your head tilts back as you begin to lose yourself in the way your clit presses so perfectly against him.

Steven’s gentle voice cuts through the carnal fog infesting your brain and pulls you back to reality. “Sit up higher for me.” His hands are back on you, urging you to scoot up. “Let me taste you – L-let me fuck you with my tongue.” You press your dripping center to his shirt-covered torso with a soft moan, feeling the small spot right in between his ribs where you’ve soaked through. “Please, baby?”

You nod wordlessly, letting him guide your body until you’re hovering over his face. Your body shivers as you feel his warm breath brush against your center. 

It’s a bit daunting looking at Steven from here. His face is nestled right in between your thighs – which is not an unusual sight – but this time you are on top. You can barely see his eyes since your shirt is so big it practically drapes over half of his face. What if you suffocate him or break his neck?

“Maybe… we should rethi-” A gasp falls from your lips as strong arms pull you down to his face. “Steven!-” Without hesitation, wet heat laps at the seam of your cunt, greedily dragging over any slick that threatens to drip down your inner thigh. 

Your words are effectively stuck in your throat as Steven begins to eagerly nip and suck at your softness, drawing out deep whines instead of coherent sentences. You can only hold on to the headboard to support yourself, holding back your urge to grind against his supple lips. 

You moan as Steven tentatively nudges against your entrance, laving his tongue over the sensitive opening just to tease you. When he finally pushes into you, you have to hold yourself back from grinding against him like you’re riding his cock. He licks and thrusts his tongue into you, humming at your taste as you drip over his lips, down his chin. 

Your hips uncontrollably buck against him as his tongue flicks at your clit. A hand drops into his hair, tugging frantically at the ends before pushing him further against you, begging – no, demanding for more. He gets the memo and focuses on your most sensitive bud, delicately suckling it until your thighs are trembling by his ears. 

A ball of heat quickly blooms in your lower stomach and flushes under your skin. Familiar sparks of energy thrum up your spine, enticing you to clench around nothingness with promises of unspoken bliss and ecstasy. 

Calloused fingers lift you away from the molten heat of his mouth just as you were reaching your climax. You’re gasping for a breath as Steven holds you back from toppling off the edge. 

You can feel it, his breath, barely ghosting a sigh over your center, and somehow, even that slightest brush of air has you pulsing helplessly over him. He’s breathing as hard as you are, mouth glossy and plump as he stares back up at you, face flushed, and eyes glazed. 

Utterly pussy-drunk. 

Your grip on the headboard tightens intensely and your eyes roll shut. You can’t stop it. 

A stilted cry rips from your throat as your orgasm suddenly rushes over you in full force, crashing over you like a wave. Steven can only watch, lips parted in awe, as you shatter completely untouched right above him.

His fingers grip harsh bruises into the skin of your thighs as he feels himself throb dangerously close to his own euphoric end. You moan harder at the tender marks he paints on your trembling legs. The sharp feeling travels up your legs and straight to your center.

His hands rub your thighs comfortingly, apologetically, before he starts to drag his tongue over your messy center with a hum, doting on you with kitten licks that make you shiver. 

He cleans you up slowly and methodically, making sure to avoid your most sensitive area. Your body still thrums from your unexpected and intense orgasm, and his soft licks quickly become too much, even with how light and sweet he is being. 

You lift yourself away from his tongue, “S-steven…no more. It’s too much!” 

“You can do it again, darling…” He coos, trying to pull you back down onto his mouth. “Just one more. For me, please?” 

You're head is fuzzy as you steady yourself on top of him, gripping the headboard tightly to ground yourself from the lingering sparks of mind-numbing pleasure.

Steven groans as he watches you struggle to get a grip.

“C-can’t. It’s too much…” You get off of his face and sit next to him on the bed, squeezing your legs together to suppress the bout of overstimulation that almost overtook your senses.

You look down at him when one of his hands wraps around your thigh and squeezes, a simple act indulgence that drives you crazy. Your lips part as you take in the view. 

Puffy lips and glassy eyes, blown out with lust, meet your stare, begging you to climb back on, but you're still shaking where you sit. He's drenched in your slick from his chin to his neck and the collar of his shirt is soaked through, sticking sweetly to his chest.

Your eyes drift down to his sweatpants, to the prominent bulge that throbs under your gaze. He palms himself, whining lightly at the feeling of his neediness and desperation. He's so hard, begging for your touch without even saying a word.

“Okay, now it's your turn.”

His shakes his head, “No, I want more.”

“Steven…”

“Please, I want to taste more of you."

"But--" Your eyes dip down to his covered erection that you've been neglecting all night.

"Just...come back, we can do it at the same time if you want.” 

Your face heats at the implication. You don’t know why you’re so coy, you just came right above his fact. You've just never seen Steven like this: so insistent and hungry.

“S-sure, ok.”

You whimper when he eagerly tugs you closer, urging you to straddle his face again. Careful to not knock your knee into his cheek, you swing your leg back over his body, but this time you situate yourself so you can take care of him at the same time.

He immediately dives back in, tongue thrusting into your sensitive channel before you're even settled on top of him. You falter and almost collapse over him, hand grasping at the bottom of his shirt for support.

"Steven! Gentle, please!" You groan out, eyes already threatening to roll back as he continues to drink you in. He hums in response, but doesn't actually let up, if anything, he becomes more insatiable, suckling every stimulus point until you're shaking above him.

You struggle against your pleasure to pull his sweats down, freeing his cock from the restraining fabric. Your mouth waters as his tip weeps for you, spilling silky precum with every breath he takes.

You've always loved Steven's cock. How responsive it is when your breath ghosts over it and how it desperately throbs for you as you swallow around him. How perfectly it fits in your mouth and how deep it can fuck your throat when he allows himself to let go.

Sucking his cock was the furthest you allowed yourself to go. You convinced yourself that these one-sided interactions would keep you from revealing your feelings, that you could deal with the friends-with-benefits bit if you didn't have an actual 'relationship'.

So you deemed actual sex as too intimate and barred letting him touch you (you just weren't sure you could handle it).

But then one thing led to another...

You failed to reject his soft kisses and couldn't resist marking him up like he's yours. And now here you are barely able to handle it as he fucks you with his tongue, hands gripping marks into your thighs as his nose nudges against your wet center.

You don't know if you could go back to just being friends when he's given you unfathomable pleasure. When he talked to you like this. Looked at you like this.

You're a mess and you're struggling to hold on to your original plan.

You try to block these thoughts from your mind as your hand wraps around his cock, squeezing it gently just to get a reaction out of him. He groans against your cunt, movements stuttered as your touch distracts him away from his task.

You unconsciously sit up on your knees and lift your hips off of his mouth to get closer to his cock. Steven barely notices, too focused on holding his orgasm off as you diligently taste him, one lick at a time.

You drag your tongue up his shaft, licking the precum that slowly cascades over his silken skin. You feel his body quake as you lave and kitten lick against his tip, gently coaxing shortened breaths and whimpers with every touch.

You dip down to engulf him into your hot mouth, enjoying the slick feeling of his cock gliding easily against your tongue and the top of your mouth.

His hands frantically latch onto your upper thighs, unintentionally pulling you back onto his mouth as he squeezes at the softness, desperately attempting to control himself.

He has to actively keep his hips from snapping against your face, you just feel so sublime, so soft and hot.

Steven cries against your cunt when he reaches the back of your throat. He can't help it when he feels you struggle to swallow around him, so tight, wet, and hot. He's just so sensitive -- especially when it comes to you.

You keep laving your tongue against the underside of his cock as you suck him in, ignoring the your jaw begins to ache as you open wide for him.

"Uhh!" His stomach tenses under you and he twitches against your tongue.

He can't be cumming already...right?

Fingers grip into your hair and you're suddenly pushed down, forced to take him down your throat. You choke slightly, eyes watering, before letting yourself relax against him.

He's lost in pleasure, grinding and thrusting his cock into your mouth like it's your cunt, shoving it deeper than you're usually comfortable with and you let him.

Steven spurts warmth at the back of your throat. You try your best to swallow it down before it dribbles from your mouth and makes a mess. He whimpers as he fully lets go, thighs tense and trembling under your touch.

He's still cumming when he tugs you back onto his mouth, feverishly lapping through your center before taking your clit between his lips. You orgasm explosively as he avidly sucks you in, already half-way there from the mere feeling of him spilling in your mouth.

Even after he has emptied himself, he continues to gently fuck your face, not yet ready to leave your warmth. His hips stutter and his breaths become uneven but he ignores the overstimulation, too attached to this closeness, to this illusion of mutual affection.

He also continues to lick you clean, despite your whines of discomfort. He lovingly places gentle kisses against your inner thigh, wishing he could stay in this position forever.

He huffs out disappointedly when you climb off of him, even tries to lock his arms around your legs to keep you there, but you were adamant to get away from his insatiable mouth.

"One more?"

You gape at him, "Steven, we already did 'one more'." You shiver, suddenly cold without his body against yours. "What has gotten into you? I've never seen you so...horny before."

He looks at you sheepishly, "I dunno. I guess, once I got a taste I wanted more." He sits up, hand wiping your slick off his face. "How 'bout later?"

"You're already thinking about later?"

He nods, "I'm always thinking about you."

Your heart thumps painfully in your chest as blood heats your face. You try to ignore it. Try not to look directly at him. Try to pretend like he didn't just say that because he probably doesn't even understand the impact that his words have on you.

He's always thinking about your favors. That's it.

"Later, then."

[skyeslittlecorner]

Sorry if you're neck deep in kiddie headcanons but it's too cute to pass up. Like we already got kings, but I need to see kiddie nobles. Mainly Hades because I'm weak. Making sure little Barbatos doesn't take off all of his clothes and throw them everywhere, having to chase down lil Glasy because he's trying to prank others into fight each other, or running around with scissors. And unintentional hide and seek with Foras because poor baby can't control his invisibility, and you're panicking because you think you lost him but in reality he's with you the entire time...maybe have to put a bell on him to know where he is.

AHHH THIS! I love it so much! The little ones from Hades are so chaotic and completely unintentional (apart from Glasyal, he is very intentional). But I bet Levi is a great father, after all, the whole country treats him like one.

The big brain of yours is truly amazing, from today I'm starting a kindergarten, goodbye romance interests, you are too cute as children- Just look at them!

Gehenna

All the little ones have gathered of their own in the living room, where Satan sits cross-legged in the middle of the fluffy carpet and fights with them. He's dishing out punches one after the other. Strong enough to push the kids away, but not to actually hurt them. You don't think he's ever had so much fun with his nobles! He decreed that he would be the evil king one who kidnapped the Descendant of Solomon, and now you sit on his lap while he fends off the little nobles.

Leraye and Paimon excel at scheming, having the most fun when they manage to hang onto Satan's biceps, and he tries to shake them off. Belial was smarter. He taught Jiyu how to make paper bullets and shot Satan with a slingshot, but all the bullets got stuck in his fluffy hair, so you pulled them out regularly.

Sitri is not so bold. At first, he sat huddled in the corner of the room, covering his ears with his hands. You made an exception for him and took him on your lap. The noise suddenly stops bothering him as he cuddles into your chest and leers smugly at the others. Little smartass.

The kids launching an attack quickly get tired. Only when they were scattered on the couches, snoring loudly, did Astaroth pull Zagan towards you. He put markers in your hands and demanded you to draw (or pet his little snake, as you wish). Of course, you didn't resist them, although instead of using a piece of paper, you started drawing on Satan's cheek. This couldn't end well, right? You were pinned to the floor. Who knows what happened next, because Astaroth covered Zagan's eyes, and Satan immediately threw you over his shoulder and took you to the bedroom. Kids had theit fun, now time for you.

Tartaros

You have never met such sweet and problem-free children in your life. You can take them wherever you want, to the palace, for a walk, shopping, they will always come back to you and won't go crazy like some do. Just shower them with love. Especially Eligos, who would like to stick to you and not move, just purring when you pet him and kiss him. He wrapped himself in all the ribbons he had - you had to help him with that so he wouldn't choke or trip - and now he's running from devil to devil because everyone wants to pet him. He is the total center of attention.

Bimet would love to count money, but he is so small that he doesn't really know how to count, so you have some piggy banks with you. He usually gets lost halfway through, but you managed to convince him that this means they are just bottomless and that he is infinitely rich. At first, he didn't trust you (or rather he looked at you in happy shock, because devils cannot doubt), but since Mammon supported you, he has no questions. Especially since the king gave him a basket in which to collect his own wealth, so he follows Eligos to the devils and demands payment for petting him. 

Valefor is like an older brother who takes care of them, and it is mainly thanks to him that your walk is so peaceful and pleasant. If Eli flies too far, he will bring him back by the hand. If he falls, he will pet him, calm him down and bring you to kiss his scratched leg so that it doesn't hurt. If Bimet loses a gem or two from his basket, he will show him to pick it up. He keeps turning to you and Mammon to make sure you haven't gone too far. When you praised him for being as brave and responsible as his king, he grew happy and took even better care of the boys. Mammon is really proud of them, and you can see it in his smile. You are too.

Hades

You’re left alone when the king is occupied with work. Do you think it won't be easy? You're absolutely right. Of the three in your care, Glasyal is the nicest. And it's not because he wants to, he's just having fun as he follows you around and watches you struggle with the other two.

Even though Foras is invisible, Barbatos also constantly disappears from your sight. Look for windows where he can bask in the sun. Of course, the fewer clothes he wears, the more fun he got. Once you put him in a corset so he couldn't untangle himself, but Glasyal came with scissors. They almost gouged out their eyes. It was only when you put him in Leviathan's clothes that he stopped shedding them so much and instead cuddled up to them.

Foras is a problem because he isn’t. Literally. You can't see him, amen. He doesn't do it on purpose, but he has no control over his power. Will he be scared? Disappears. Sneezes? Disappears. Will he quarrel with Glasyal? Disappears. Glasyal especially liked the third one, and it brought the little pink devil to tears.

You were getting exhausted, but then the nooses around the kids' necks twitched like leashes being pulled by their owner. The father is coming.

"Enough. Be good." He will admonish them, but with a little smile wandering his lips. All the children will crawl towards him with complete adoration. This time they will hang in the air, not on nooses, but one by one having the honor of being held in their father's arms. Just take those scissors from Glasyal, really.

Avisos

Even though you expected this to be the most chaotic experience of your life, it wasn't that bad at all.

One child drops out because he sleeps. Bael, of course. When you picked him up from the desk, he's been sleeping for about four hours now, snoring loudly and nothing can wake him up. And you tried. Especially Amon, who first poked Bael in the cheek and waited for him to react, but when nothing happened, he just curled up next to him, because why not?, and went to sleep together.

You went to the bathroom for a moment and when you came back, Nabe was also lying in a pile. Also dragged to sleep by Amon, as you saw them holding hands. Stolas was the only one left, so you brought him, however, was a bit more reluctant and really wanted to go to Bathin, so you had to convince him. You took three chairs and threw a blanket over them to build him a fort, and in that fort, a nest. Only then did he settle down there contently.

Of course, Amon didn't miss anything, because he's conscious when he sleeps. He got out of bed and crawled to Stolas' nest. It looked (and was!) much more comfy. Stolas first shouted at him and tried to kick him out, but Amon lay there like a log. This little bird finally got tired and fell asleep too. You put all four of them in the fort, climbed in, grabbed a book and let them cuddle.

Beelzebub, who felt that something was wrong and decided to check on you, burst out laughing when he saw you with the kids. You dragged him along as punishment. Of course, he had priority over you. You laid on Beel and the kids clinged to both of you. When he saw them like this, it brought back memories. You'll learn a little about how he met each of the nobles and what his own childhood was like, as he tell stories and pet each child he talks about.

[giggly-squiggily]

onagawa and masamune from backflip for the sentence starter event‼️‼️ (probs plantonic?)

pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease

masamune tickles onagawa cuz he's being self deprecating ("why'd he [the ace - i cant remember his name, sorry] come to a school like ours?")

sorry if its not really how i should make requests cuz this is my first time 😭😭

AHHH BACKFLIP!!! I love it!!! Onagawa needing cheer up tickles? You got it anon! :D

CW: Self deprecation

“Man, why did Misato have to come to a school like ours?”

Masamune froze, feeling his eyebrows shoot up at the unusually snarky comment. “Onagawa?”

“He’s just so talented! Like- prodigy talented!” The blonde leaned in his hands a deep pout spreading over his lips as he watched the younger boy perform graceful tumbles and flips in the distance. “Meanwhile here I am making the same mistakes over and over, shaving off what could have been a perfect score. I bet if he applied for Shiro High, he’d do far better.” Tears welled up in Onagawa’s eyes, and he ducked his head lower to hide them. “He wouldn’t have a teammate like me preventing him from earning the first place spot.”

Oh. The captain felt his chest ping, any anger he felt shifting to sympathy as he took in his friend's words. Dropping to the floor beside him, he threw an arm around the other boy’s shoulders, tugging him into a hug. “Don’t talk so poorly about yourself. You’re not holding anybody back from first place. We all have things we’re shaky on; and it’s those things as a collective that prevent us from reaching a perfect score. You’re doing amazing, and you keep getting better by the day. Don’t let a bad spot make you forget the rest of the good within you.”

Onagawa nodded, not trusting his voice. Masamune tsked softly as he rubbed his back, letting his hand slide towards his side.

“Aren’t you a Ma-chan fanatic? Shouldn’t you be smiling just as brightly as her?” He curled his fingers, smiling when the blonde shot up with a giggly gasp. “Come on- laugh!”

“Doohohn’t, Mahahhasamuuuhune! Ahehahaha, I dohoohn’t whhahant to lahuhuhgh!” Despite his complaints, the blonde was giggling like crazy, half fighting the hand latched onto his side as it tickled away. “Stahhahap, it tihihihickles!”

“Stop being such a hater towards yourself and I’ll let you go!” The redhead chided back, grinning from ear to ear as Onagawa fell into lap. “Yo- Tsukidate! Get over here and help me!”

“On it!” The gray haired teen called back, quickly closing the gap and joining the fray. Onagawa let out a pitiful squeal before dissolving into cackles. It was loud enough to draw attention from the remaining teammates.

“What’s happening with Onagawa-san?” Shotaro asked, wide eyed as he watched the three third years duke it out. “Should we help him?”

“I wouldn’t.” Misato shook his head, jumping some when Watari threw his arms around their shoulders.

“Third year business. Let them be.” He grinned, turning them both to the mats once more with the promise of showing them a cool handstand trick he picked up.

By the end of practice, Onagawa was back to his usual self, if not a bit tired.

Mission accomplished.

Send me a sentence starter and I'll write a dabble for you! :D

[gen4grl]

top 5 character designs from pkmn!! thematically or aesthetically up to you 💢💢💢

OOOO lemme put my thinking cap on… can’t order these but here are my favourite 5! longer post bc i included pictures!!! sorry 😭

probably my favourite in the franchise … alola red!!!

a pretty simple design and nothing too crazy but simplicity done right is something i actually really struggle with in my own art so i love seeing how other artists approach it. its so cool being able to see the most famous character in the franchise grow from a little 11 year old to now being a grown adult 🥺 this is literally my point of reference when drawing or imagining red … he’s so handsome god damn!!!

lance - i think every design from rby/gsc to lgpe are super solid but ofc his iconic hgss fit is my fave … i think sometimes the superhero look can come off corny but all of his designs are so solid. i also adore how raihan and the hammerlocke uniform incorporated the design!!! you can easily tell his design was the blueprint for all upcoming dragon trainers too… an icon. this piece from the spe artbook is easily my fave ahhhh

adaman!!! no big essay reason just think it’s such a cool design, i love the colours and the incorporation of diamond shapes within the outfit with the bandages! i also love him with his longer hair out as a kid (i would die to see adult him rocking this … wahhh) idk i just wanna marry this man if i’m being honest with you LOL. take is one of my favourite character designers working at gf he literally nails every single design he’s done!!!

ghetsis! particularly his bw design and how colourful it is. his bw2 outfit gives off more evil scientist imo (which i geuss works for what he’s doing in that game lol) but his original bw design definitely gives more cult leader - which perfectly fits him and team plasma imo! i particularly like how the right side of his body is concealed, most obviously his arm and eye - bulbapedia summarises a lot more examples! i don’t think the reasoning for this has ever been explained but i’d love to know if there’s any actual lore behind it or if it’s purely a design choice!

elesa in bw2 specifically! i will forgive this women for being consistently one of the hardest gym leaders in the series because she ate this outfit UP. another one with no particular reason i just really love the headphones and especially the jacket … it looks so comfy!!! … i never vibed with her design in bw so this is such an upgrade to me… its very miku-esq imo!

wahhh this one was hard!!! pokemon and their illustrators are so talented it’s harder to pick a design i don’t like??? ahhh thx u for the ask, lots of love ✨🩷

[localfanbaselurker]

First time watching Voltron: Legendary Defender and documenting my thoughts

This is Season 4

S1-2 | S3 | S5 | S6 | S7 | S8 |

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<this one is going to be shorter, as I have only recently finished this season, and the grief is still fresh (lol), so the thoughts are only just starting to simmer. strap your asses in>

Pre-Season 4 Thoughts

-> Keith joining the blades is going to be a huge plot device, I feel

-> PLEASE for the love of CHRIST let that poor little girl find her brother and father. If they are dead dreamworks better be ready to catch these hands

->I’ve heard people claim this is the “last good season”, but i stay strong 💪 and will watch till the end

->wouldn’t the paladin switch not make sense now? Cus shiro is back as the black paladin and it makes no sense for Lance to be red like it originally had? If anything, he should’ve gone back to blue, and Allura to red, because Allura is very accepting/encouraging of shiro’s role as leader. I guess they didn’t wanna do it all over again. But I digress 🤷‍♀️

->im gonna miss my Pookie (🤍❤️🤍)

Post-S4

->do they do this every two seasons?? Have an epic battle where they have a big preparation and say it’ll 100% end the war but it doesn’t and something crazy happens after they win and it sets up the next season??

->FUCK YEAH PIDGE GOT HER BROTHER BACK IM SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP 💪💪🔥🔥‼️‼️‼️🙏🙏🙏🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

->^genuinely cried so hard during this scene. would’ve cried more if I wasn’t recovering from the initial shock.

->^cried during this one too, but it was happy tears. I could actually just do a whole reaction post to this episode alone. (if you want me to js say so in the rbs/replies)

->the callback to s1! “color-coded of course, because what are we? animals?” AHHH! I’m going insane I love these siblings sooooo much

->okay I’ll stop gushing over them now

->^only valid reaction to meeting Allura. Homegirl is beauty incarnate

->I LIED. im not sorry im never shutting up about them. SHE SHOWS HIM AROUND THE CASTLE AND TELLS HIM EVERYTHING AND EVERY DETAIL AND SHES SO EXCITED CUS SHE JUST GOT HER BRO BACK AND IS JUST RAMBLING ABOUT HER NEW HOME AND ALL THE COOL STUFF SHES BEEN DOING AND HES JUST LISTENING AND IS SUPER EXCITED WITH HER AND ITS SOOOO AMAZING AND ADORABLE AND I COULD DIE

->AND THEN HE TELLS HER HOW THEIR DAD WOULD BE SO PROUD IM DYING IM LITERALLY DEAD STOP.

->AND AND AND THEY WERE ALL WORKING TOGETHER W HUNK TO MAKE THE GALRA TRACKER THING AND THEY WERE BEING SO COOL WITH EACH OTHER AND BEING NERDS TOGETHER AND AND AND AJEUWNDUWJEBEURBDGWUDKAODHD

->okay. ive calmed down. i am normal and can be trusted to simply watch a show.

->^Get his ass, Zarkon. I needed his smug ass to be humbled so bad. Only time I will agree w Zarkon fr.

->i do NOT like Lotor. Can you guys tell already??

->THE SCENE WHERE THEY TRIED TO GET MILKSHAKES AND WERE SHOCKED TO FIND OUT THAT YOU NEED TO MILK A COW STOP.✋ 😭. My high-score on the giggle-meter went up by 300%

->bro I SWEAR shiro looks different. there’s just something about him. the hair gets a pass cus how good of a haircut can you give yourself in space, yk? but that nose scar is definitely a different shade #notmyrodrickshiro

->THE VOLTRON SHOW.

->^Just. That entire episode. It’s getting a whole post actually I need to yap about it.

->^her armor is colored in a way which makes it look both pink and red while making it look like a trick of the light in a way to symbolize that she is acting as keith yet while being a paladin herself and that being unknown in the public eye and showing how they have to cover that up, any suspicion being thrown as a trick of the light. Oh vld animators ily 🫶

->on another note tho why do they always draw lance and shiro to have 30 pounds of ass. what.

->loved when those lesbians decided to take down lotor. Queen shit 💋 we stan 🙇‍♀️🙏

->Lotor is so stupid and pathetic and annoyingly smug and sus and admiral-zhao-y and I hate him but he’s SOOO FREAKING HOT and I can’t hate him completely because he’s so attractive but that just makes me wanna hate him more. He’s a walking red flag but the flag is heart-shaped and honestly idk what to do w that.

->^WHAT. stop. honestly that’s the real reason he was banned from the empire my ass would not want that fucking FREAK within a 30 light year radius of me either

-> while s3 was the klance season, s4 is apparently the allurance season, they have a lot of sweet moments. (granted all started by lance but still, you can almost see allura swooning)

->^pookie. what are you doing… pookie.. no. stop. i don’t like where this is going…

->^POOKIE NO. STOP. ✋ STOP. SAY SIKE RN.

->^oh thank fuck for Lotor.

->^^wait what. why Lotor.

->^^^heartbreaking: worst person you know doesn’t something good for once.

->he definitely wants something out of this. I don’t trust him.

These are thoughts I’ve had compiled for some time now. I will continue to post my thoughts on the tag “laura’s first vld”

I finished this season on 06/30/24. I am on S5E3 as of today (07/06/24)

[guiraguira]

hello! i saw requests were still open so if it's alright can i request some smut with ichiro where the fem reader is the top and it starts off with her putting on lipstick and leaving kiss marks all over his body?

hope you have a good day! <⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠>

A thousand Kisses✨

Hiiii!!!!❤️Ohhhh !!!! I almost thought it was Pegging! Or if it was? (Sorry if I am wrong!😖) Kisses marks for all his body !! Ahhhh ~~ I really would like to do that, he needs many kisses, more than I can write.

warnings: nsfw. fem reader knows how to ride very well. some creampie and oral sex

Ichiro X Fem Reader!

° lying on the back on the bed, cover his eyes with his hands smiling shamefully, while you apply the lipstick "Ahh ~~ I don't know what to do with you ... you drive me crazy". He is still dressed but that is not an impediment.

° With his hands out of the way, you lift his shirt and place a kiss on his abdomen, ticking him. He shakes slightly wanting to get up, discovering his eyes and trying to depart. "Noo ~ did you promise me i could, or do you not want?" Hissing goes back to bed without breaking visual contact "if I want but ..." it is silent and you get on a straddle on it, imprisoning it.

° His blush is starting to be marked, you enjoy seeing it like that. You kiss one of his cheeks and he use his two hands to cover that place, a mocking smile is drawn on your face. You kiss his forearm and biceps, keeping his arm grabbed, slowly separating him from his cheek and stretches him on his head. Meekly , he allows you to manipulate it.

° You kiss his neck, feeling his agitated breathing and pulse. Your lips go through their jaw, leaving a mark there too "curse, you are too nice ..." Reviewing the lipstick, you attack his mouth without mercy leaving very rude red marks, but you are satisfied with the result. Slowly he is letting himself go

° Rolling your hip over his crotch. Going down on him, to playing with the edge of his shirt biting her before putting your head under and kissing her abdomen, climbing to her nipples, which also marks, taking a couple of moans and a laugh. His hand poses on your back, guiding you.

° "Patience" you say by removing his upper garment watching your work, their clavicles were still immaculate so you go to them. "Hey… n-uo-a" touching tentative his pants while you turn it away "I will go slowly, my love" you review your lipstick several times before kissing his low back and remove his remaining garment. You go up, creating a path of kisses by its column, kissing every inch of his back, you linger a long time on his shapely shoulder blades and shoulders, without rushing, you need to make it clear that you adore him. Arriving to its neck, going a little further, you continue to the lobe of his ear kissing and sucking it.

° "s/o! ... that!" He starts but hides his face among the pillows. With your chest pressing your back, you caress your hair with your nose, feeling its smell but that only makes it more nervous shaking slightly. Your hands begin to go down on their sides, reaching their belly once again, threatening to touch his member. The minimum he can do is open his legs more while panting dead shame, it does not try to contain his voice at all.

° Your hands continue to slide, drawing small random circles in their abdomen to stop on their thighs massaging them with love. You bend down to kiss his buttocks, moving his underwear but without undressing it yet, you keep going through his thighs, his most sensitive part.

° You take your time there, to listen to it better. "Honey, are you ok?" Obviously he was not, his body arched when your fingers passed near his member, but you stopped before. "S/or ... can you ... now?" He looks at you over his shoulder reaching your hand, dragging it by his body trying to take it to his cock. "Ahhh ~~" you sigh laughing at a last kiss on the back of his thighs while you turn it again.

° His face totally blushed to his shoulders moves you, his eyes begin to look more bright and you can see that his breathing is heavy. Your attention goes to his crotch, which is visibly erect decorating his underwear with a wet stain, but you still don't touch it there.

° You stretch one of his legs over your shoulder, kissing his knee and where you reach. Observing their reactions, he has his head on the side simply waiting for what you will do but taking advantage of the moment, he stretches out his hands trying to reach your face. Instead of getting closer, you hold his hands and kiss, his palm, back and finger by finger, marking them as well.

° You pass your lips inside their thighs, approaching you slowly, dragging your tongue alternating with kisses, when your head is well positioned between its thighs, facing its bulge, you kiss him just to leave your mark before finally freeing him and stroke it gently.

° His hips are agitated and he tries to sit down, but falls back his back, looking under his hands. You smile at him calmly starting to kiss his glans. Quickly accept your stimulus, panting and turning your hip, without rushing you take its entire length in your mouth, pressing the bottom of your throat, without losing visual contact, to remove it at the same speed. You worship see that moment when his mouth draws a "O" for surprise.

° Continuous until he puts a hand in your head, that is his limit, but you not stop, you laugh with his member in your mouth sending vibrations through from him and you can feel how he responds contracting be forced to endure your teasing. With one hand stroking his testicles, slowly withdrawing his member making suction, licking his head, to end with an obscene noise.

° He complains twisting and groaning, the lipstick marks are barely visible on his face given the dark color that his blush had acquired. While you played with him, you had been preparing to take it and the time had come.

° Drawing you on him to leave him a last kiss on his lips, you position yourself with your entry into his member, your thighs embrace his hip and lean with your hands on his chest, before lowering and introducing it until the handle without prior notice. A deep exhalation leaves him, causing his chest get down to be before climbing again to finish a more acute groan than he would have wanted.

° You are not better either, your walls expanding at once to take it completely, jadeas losing the balance for a second because of the excitement. That feeling gives you a tingling in your clitoris, you throw your head back waiting to recover to start riding. You know for how it responds within you that your whole game has already done a lot.

° Your hips rise difficult, acquiring speed quickly but in a uncontrolled way, your juices better lubricate the area making it slippery, consequently you must better squeeze your thighs around him. Splash noises become higher and higher, imposing yourself over your groans and gasps. Even the creaking of the bed is deafening.

° You are looking for his member to hit your exact point, it is close to it but it does not stimulate it enough. Their hips begin to respond by helping you on your purpose, coupling with difficulty to your frantic rhythm. You accommodate a hand on his cheek, caressing it gently, in contrast to your wild attacks, your thumb passes through your lips dragging part of the remaining lipstick, separating his lips, he allows and introduces it.

° Your head rests on your hand while sucking your thumb, slight tears are formed in their eyes and escape them, look so sweet in this way "Ichiro .. Ichiro you are ... a ... very ... good boy, so tender ..." You accompany your phrase intentionally squeezing your internal walls in his member and your thighs around his body. Your action is such that he clings strongly to your hips to finally touching that point inside, biting your thumb in the process and archaating his back. Seconds later you reach the climax and he accompanies you.

° Compliments cause an effect of ecstasy in him, he loves that you congratulate him, he really is a good boy and he needs to know it. He may be a bit childish in that sense, but you don't mind giving him all the affection he needs.

° "I ... behave well?" Ask even panting and with his member inside you, slightly releasing your hips. In response you kiss your neck, on the brands you had previously left. "You are the best ... my beautiful boy" you caress his hair with both hands and moves looking for your touch, laughing.

° The view was spectacular, with all his body decorated with lipsticks and now his lovely smile exhausted by you, with his eyelashes seductively closed. His hands help you free from his cock that despite everything this semi-erect inside and gives your exhausted hips a breath. Guiding you on him, he locates your breasts at the height of his face panting between them, your hands look at where to grab but he forces you to fall on his face. "Stay like that ... or wasn't I a good boy, mmm?" His hands hold you from behind and burn his deepest face almost drowning there.

° "Ahhh, you are also very capricious" you sigh while laugh, slowly let your weight crush him, he really enjoys these moments after sex, in which after such intimate union they stay worshiping and feeling the body of the other. "I love you, honey," he says in a deep voice, kissing about your heart. "I love you too," you answer by touching their hands and giving you their demands, after all, good guys always have reward.

[imlivinginyourtrashcan]

The Kenny hc trade anon knows you have em already. What I meant is GIVE US ALL OF IT. please. If ya want to. Not forcing ofc.

Ahhh!!! Ok. SOOOOO let me get goin with this im SO excited. There may not be alot cuz Ken isnt my number 1 but I still like him:

Unnatural eye color cus of the whole cthulu thing

Its probably yellow or purple depending on how youre feeling

Has scars from all the times he died

But they reset if he has an explosion related death

Learned how to stitch in case his sisters toys broke

Ended up using it to fix his own parka and clothes

Does small jobs for people in exchange for money

His parents steal it for their addictions tho the bastards

Makes seggsual jokes but not in the adult way

More like in the

"Ur mom"

Way

Sure hes lewd but no way an eight year old can know THAT much.

Hair is messy as shit

He kinda smellz... he cant help it tho he cant afford to shower

Has school lunch debt :(

Its ok tho his friends help him pay it back

But he had to eat cheese sandwhiches when his debt was low (i had to do that too)

Does crazy shit for the bit

Excellent tree climber but gets bruised so easy

Doesnt have a missing tooth to me, that tooth was a baby one not permanent

Loves frog and bug collecting

Will show you the scariest most ATROCIOUS looking bug and be like

"Guys look!"

And then everyone else shrieks

Draws "squidwards" on the whiteboard

His older brother moved out of the house

Or got kicked out

Idk

Has a horrible relationship with his parents

Based on a story of my friend but he ate dandelions and acted high once

Autistic/ADHD. Idk which one

Cuz i can look at him and picture both

Maybe he has both?

Im not touching gender but sexuality? Definetly a women lover. I don't see him liking men tbh

Bunny is cute tho

I just think he works better with Kelly (that one girl from GGWK) or Tammy (but shes a fifth grader sooo...eughhh...)

Got into his parents addiction stash

He now has bad habitz

That man listens to gorillaz you cant say otherwise

Either that or

Bimbocore music

Just to be silly

Hes not his fathers son

His mom had an affair

His hairs WAY too blonde

Kennys dad has dirty blonde and so does Karen and his brother

But he has bright blond/marigold

Doodles all over his work

Mr garrison had to take points off his assignments cuz of it

Perfectly fine with being a chick for pretend

Batman hyperfixation

Actually no

Superhero hyperfixation

Batmans just his favorite

Clear parellels with batmans costume and mysterions

Eats dirt

Sometimes it has bugs in it (extra protein)

Def the mf to say "peepee poopoo" at a sleepover to keep everyone up

Speaking of

Dont fall asleep near him

He will draw a weewee on your foorehead and give you a mustache

Quiet in class

Loud asf with his friends

Thats all of em!!! Enjoy anons!!!!

[ruminate88]

Being Real:

09/02/24 9:15 pm

it’s so crazy 🥴😳 always, always, always, I can’t get my ex andrew out of my head. I feel his energy and feel very tied to him 😝😝😝 HOWEVER, I see my other ex, Cody’s face legit every where!!!!!! Every guy in every ad or TikTok has his face. Out in public even…. GAAAAAH! It’s his eyes and smile. I see it. I always get the same reaction inside of me too. Just… wow. I can’t make it up. I realize Cody ghosting me, left me without a goodbye and I’ve been creating my own goodbyes but also I’ve felt this “open door” that I cant ever close no matter how I try because it’s already closed but yet its open… 😆😆😆 Ahhhhhh!!!

IM GOING CRAZY! Cody, what are ya doing to me?????? it’s torture and so haunting. I’m legit left haunted by his ghost. I haven’t even dreamt of him in over a month!! But seeing his eyes everywhere. It’s like he’s watching me and I’m paranoid. I have a horrible time letting go. Accepting my current life. As crazy as I feel, I’ve almost gotten comfortable in the insanity and I am afraid of the next phase in life but I also know if I don’t heal, my hair won’t grow back and my digestive won’t get better 😭😭😭

I’m working sssooooo hard to behave on my diet and exercise and self care. Continuing no contact to prioritize my well-being and yet I think Cody and Andrew ARE both always there I feel Andrew’s energy 24/7 and feel he's forever a part of me and I’ve worked so hard not to be cold like him. I’ve tried to stay soft and caring. I do care if I hurt people but then there is moments I just want to be alone and push people away 😭😭😭 I MAKE myself call my mom so I don’t lose my warmth. (But sometimes I feel annoyed talking to ppl I know I love. Ugh!)

Lately instead of fighting against it all so hard and beating myself up, I told myself to find space for them separately in my mind and heart, then sort out my feelings for them.

Getting married so fast to someone else after blocking Andrew’s number, has been both good and bad!! Good becuase it got me away from Andrew and it has kept me from unblocking his number out of respect for my marriage BUT bad because I wasn’t even over Andrew, nor did I understand what happened to me or process my feelings for Andrew. Then I can’t stop ruminating but never even heard of “ruminate” just knew I couldn’t stop thinking of Andrew and feel like a terrible wife until I learned what emotional abusive was!! Then, I feel bad all around and yet I have so much clarity too.

I’ve beat myself and tried to help take the blame becuase I feel sorry for my exes but then I get tired trying to carry burdens that I’m not supposed to carry. Plus carrying all the shame!!! Trying to have more compassion for myself and say it’s not my fault. Yeah, I chose to be dirty with my exes but they chose to turn it abusive. I didn’t ask for that and I didn’t even know it was happening. I was completely in the dark so blind to the truth. I always felt they were toxic men but I didn’t even understand what that meant. Took me years to find answers and I still find myself in a trail of smoke my exes left behind.

Worst of all, I still feel love for them and sorry for them ❤️‍🩹🥴 I tell myself to stay in the truth, that I can’t ever trust them again and convince myself to stay no contact even when I feel this magnetic pull drawing me back to Andrew. Being married is keeping me moving on but a part of me constantly fights not to run back and idk why. Not sure what is so great about Andrew when clearly he hated my guts all along. No one that “loves me” will abuse me like he did. Yet, I’ve wanted to forgive him too and hug him. Legit it’s in my bones and I crave it like sugar. Ahhh I go totally insane but I tell myself to protect myself and stay away ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹 Convincing myself I am healing and going to be ok 👍🏻

I’m trusting and believing that all this struggling is going to turn around in a positive way some day soon AND my love wasn’t wasted ❤️‍🩹 I loved both Cody and Andrew more than they’ll ever understand. It’s always the first thing on my mind waking up and going to bed. I can’t escape them…

[sminiac]

hello! congrats on 400 followers, you deserve it a lot! <3 if requests are still open, can u pls write about piwon eating you out? thank u so much^^

also if it isnt taken, can i be 🦭 anon? :333

💌 — Ahhh thank you sm friend! It’s crazy isn’t it? You’re so sweet, of course you can, I’m so happy you’re here <33

Warnings — Smut focused, MDNI.

⋆ Y. Keeho

Teasing, a complete ass matter of fact. He likes licking and kissing at your folds, your legs forced apart by his arms that hook on the underside of your thighs, forcing the impatient shifting of your hips to a restrictive minimum so he can keep his eyes on your face as he only dips so far out of your sight. Loves the anxious feeling of having his tongue working you into your orgasm while the others are still home, mean when it comes to you letting out soft sounds but simultaneously does his best to work those exact sounds out of you. He’s probably had a handful of conversations with Intak while he replaces his tongue with his fingers, pumping into you whilst talking casually through the door like you aren’t on the verge of falling apart.

“Keep looking at me, need you to or I’ll stop. Say my name the way I like too, know how hard it makes me.”

⋆ C. Taeyang

Eager, jumping at your every word. He likes when you tug and pull gently at his hair, has him whimpering wetly against you as his tongue laves and flicks at your clit. He’s incredibly messy, unknowingly leaves a spot of drool under you when you’re finished, asking if it’s your mess or his- even though he’s a big drooler, so obviously it’s his but he genuinely can’t tell because he doesn’t remember. Such a puppy when it comes to you being needy, you’re wanting to leave to return back to his room so you can finally feel him again? He’s rushing you back as soon as he can. Loves when his place is empty because that means he can be a little hasty, this results in him having your legs spread for him in the hallway, one thrown over his shoulder the other haphazardly keeping you upright.

“Can you do that thing with your fingers in my hair? No, promise I won’t cum this time, just please-”

⋆ C. Jiung

Focused, incredibly skilled with his tongue. Unlike Keeho he’s very generous, he doesn’t hold himself back for the sake of making you whine and thrash, he gives you everything he is, spoils you rotten, in the bedroom and outside of it. Enjoys being wanted but also wants you to be loud, to be unbridled by your reluctant habits of being diluted in efforts to be favoured, because when he wants you he wants every ounce of you. Morning head is a favourite of his, loves the domestic act of tracing your skin with his fingers in areas no stranger would be able to, how even in your sleep you chase after the feeling of him, draws out your orgasm to indulge himself frequently, makes up for it by treating you to a yummy breakfast :b

“You’ll tell me when it’s too much? You’re sure you can get a word out this time princess?”

⋆ H. Intak

Dedicated, completely and utterly to pleasuring you. The type to challenge himself to see how many times he can get you to cum by his tongue only, sometimes he goes into it whilst shouldering the burden of a tender jaw, but toughs through it because you’re just so reactive to his every touch that he needs more. Sometimes you think he might love eating you out a little… too much, because when he wants you he wants you, even if you’re in a public space, somewhere unusual, just hope there isn’t a semi-hidden space that he can drag you to so he can busy his mouth with your cunt.

“You’re funny thinking I’d stop even if we’re walked in on, you look hot like this anyways, who wouldn’t want to see?”

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[hotforharrysheart]

Wembley Worship

It was going to be a big weekend; London was crawling with fans. Yes, the Wembley shows were going to be two of Harry’s biggest performances of 2022. The family was in and just as amped as ever. Pride was in abundance and the love was especially thick. Anne, Darren, Gemma and Michael stayed the night before with you and Harry. You all had enjoyed a nice catered in dinner at home and they had left this morning to go to brunch, do a little shopping and then Gemma had some new furniture she wanted to show Anne while she was in town. It was just as well; Harry had requested to spend the day at home relaxing before the show. You had volunteered to go with the group thinking maybe he wanted some alone time to gather his thoughts and mentally prepare.

“Fuck no!” Harry said to you while you brushed your teeth.

“Ok, I just thought maybe you would like some alone time, I don’t want you to be afraid to say so, because I can tag along with the others,” you say through the foam in your mouth.

“No, need ya ‘ere wi’ me. Said I wan’ed ta relax…ya keep me calm,” he says putting his arms around your waist after you’ve have a chance to rinse. “Don’ ya ‘no ya are my home…my happiest place, jus’ wanna take it easy wi’ you taday, m’kay?”

“I think that sounds nice,” you say turning around to put your arms around his neck, “do you have anything you’d like to do today?”

“Besides, you…,” he says waggling his brows, “Maybe a nice bath…watchin’ ya get ready always relaxes me.”

“Really?” you say drawing your head back.

“I mean…sounds crazy, bu’ yeah, like, watchin’ ya go through ya routine an’ all,” he says shrugging and looking to one side slightly shy, “S’a beaut’ful thin’ ta watch, babe, YOU are a beau’iful thin’ to watch. Makes me happy.”

“Well… ok, maybe you can help me. Gonna take a bath, shave and lotion, make-up, hair, clothes…”

He starts shaking his head, “Nope, no clothes on relaxing day…,” he says opening your robe and kissing your shoulder.

“Gotta get dressed sometime, H,” you say giggling but stretching your neck to give him better access.

He starts waving his hand, “Way…way…way…later….”

“Ya skin’s s’soft,” he says, hand trailing down your neck and then down your body, fingers lightly moving down between your breasts to cup you.

“Mmmm…love your hands. Love the way they feel on my skin,” your hands running down his shoulders to his biceps. “Love the way they feel inside me,” you tell him.

He kisses back up your neck to your lips.

He pulls back to look in your eyes and he smirks. “Know ya do. Know ya love ‘em on your bum an’ ya tits too.”

“Yes,” you say breathily.

“Fucks sake baby, ya s’wet. Gettin’ ma fingers all wet.”

“It’s what you do to me, H.”

“Tell ya wha’s gonna happen: ‘m gonna eat my cunt an’ taste ma honey an’ then, ‘m gonna get in the bath wi’ ya an’ wash ya hair an’ massage ya tits an’ then, we gon’ eat some brekkie an’ cuddle wi’ ya in our bed an’ then watch ya get ready. How’s tha’ sound?”

“Jesus, H, the things you say to me,” you tell him kissing him.

“Know how much ya like it.”

“Mmmm…I love it. Makes me so wet.”

“Mmmm…can feel ya drippin’ on ma fingers. Need ta taste ya honey an’ need ta taste it now,” he says picking you up and sitting you on the vanity. He grabs the vanity stool and pulls it over and pushes your legs apart, pulling you up to the edge. “‘Member when I ate ya honey when I shaved ma pussy bare?”

You nod.

“An’ now ya bare all tha time because it feels s’good, righ’?”

“Yes,” you say breathily.

His hands slide up your body to fully push the robe off your shoulders, hands sliding to your breasts, and fingers pinching your nipples, hard.

“Ahhhh! Mmmm, fuck! Do it again!”

He smirks, his fingers circling your nipples and then pinching them hard again.

“Ahhhh! Ahhh! Mmm, mmm,” you say, panting.

“S’ responsive ta me. Always ‘ave been. Love tha’,” he says, hands sliding down to your thighs, fingers gently sliding down your slit.

You whimper. “Harry….please..”

“Love it when ya beg fo’ me,” he rasps as he kisses your inner thigh. His kisses move up your thigh to your slit and he softly kisses down your slit.

You’re whimpering above him.

“Eyes on me, love.”

“Yes!” You shriek as he licks a hard slow stripe up your slit from hole to clit. “Fuck! Harry!”

He smirks and sucks your clit into his mouth.

Your back arches and your hands grip the edge of the vanity, but you never take your eyes off of the gorgeous man in between your thighs. You smile. You’re so happy to have him.

He pops off and pushes your thighs further apart, smirking up at you, his mouth and chin wet with your honey.

“Ya s’pink an’ swollen baby. Think ya like ma mouth sucking on ya, yeah? Ya ready to cum fo’ me?”

“Fuck! Yes! Make me cum, Harry!”

He bends his head to you once more, mouth sucking your clit in his mouth, middle and ring fingers at your entrance, sliding in and curling his fingers to find your spot.

You’re panting above him and your eyes roll back into your head as he rhythmically rubs your g spot. You’re gonna cum and cum hard. You pulse around his fingers and then your legs try to close as your orgasm bursts through your body and your back arches as you scream his name as you cum, panting and body jerking as he works you through it.

He’s kissing the inside of your thighs, “Good girl, always do s’good fo’ me.”

You shiver on an aftershock of pleasure, “M-ahh,” you shake all over.

“Shhh…aww, baby,” he smirks up at you thoroughly enjoying that he can get you there every time, without fail, “Ya cold?” He’s running his hands up and down the sides of your thighs.

You nod still a little shaky.

“Lemme getcha in a warm bath, yeah?” he says standing and kissing your forehead.

“But today is supposed to be YOUR relax day, and you are taking care of me,” you say on a shiver.

“’M doin’ exactly wha’ I wanna do taday, you are exactly wha’ I wanna do right now, trust me.”

He steps over to the huge bathtub and reaches across to the faucet on the wall and starts the water. He claps his hands together and rubs them together, “Sooo, whaddya need, bath salts or bubbles? Cream for shavin’, razor, soap, shampoo, conditioner…,” he ticks them off as he either collects them or finds them already by the tub.

Just then you hear Alexa announce someone at the door. You look at his face as it falls. “Could it be a fan?” You ask, seeing his crestfallen face.

“Hang on,” he says and runs to get the tablet to see who it is. “Looks like a delivery.” He picks up his phone and calls the speaker to tell them to leave it at the door. “Be right back, babe,” he leans over to give you a smacking kiss.

While he runs downs stairs in nothing but a pair of joggers, you silently hope there isn’t some stupid tabloid close by to catch a shot of him. You opt for some lavender bath salts hoping the scent will help you both relax. You slip in the bath and settle back against a folded towel.

Harry pops his head around the door frame and says, “Gotta s’prise for ya, ya ready?”

You sit up taller in the bath with big eyes. “Yeah, show me!”

He comes walking in carrying a huge vase full of lavender-, blue- and lilac-colored Hydrangeas as well as a paper wrapped bottle of…something…looks like wine.

“Oh Harry, did you do this?”

“Nope, but I bet we can guess who…” he says smiling ear to ear.

“Open the card, open the card!” you chant as he sets the vase on the vanity.

“OK, OK…patience grass’opper,” he quips and you can’t help a crazy giggle.

“All the best on your biggest night yet. Love to you both, Ron, Helen, Bennett and Thomasina”

“Oh, H, that’s the sweetest thing ever. Oh how I wish they could be here,” you say and wipe a tear away, “Miss them and our cottage so much…”

“Yeah, me too, love. Look s’a bottle of red from Camel Valley Vinyard,” he says pointing out the label on the bottle, “I’ll run put it in ta chill, we can hav’ a glass later. Wan’ anythin’ while I’m downstairs?”

“Bottle of water would be nice, thank you.”

He runs the bottle downstairs and comes back with a bottle of water for you to share. He wastes no time undressing and hopping in the tub and settling behind you. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you in close.

You roll your head toward the flowers and sigh. “I love them so much, Harry. They are proof good people still exist and come into your life at just the right time. I have a feeling we will know them for a long time to come.”

“Yeah, they are the best, I trust ‘em wi’ our life at the cottage. An’ tha’ says a lot since tha’s our special place.”

“Should ask them to a show soon,” you suggest running your fingers back and forth along his arm.

You sit up and turn long enough to kiss him. “I need to shave my legs, wanna help?”

He nods his head and smiles softly like he hasn’t a care in the world. Who could imagine he was about to play his first solo performance for close to a hundred thousand adoring fans in just a few hours.

You slip to the other side of the tub and pull one leg up over the side of the tub. It’s unintentionally erotic.

Harry sits up and gulps.

You grab the shave cream and start to squeeze a dollop out, but Harry pushes his hand out before you’ve had a chance to put it in your own hand.

“Wanna do it,” he says meeting your gaze.

He takes the cream and runs it up and down your leg until it’s totally covered. Then he sits back and fixes his eyes on you as you run the razor up your leg. You shiver and pull the plug on the water and let out a bit before turning on a small stream of hot to heat up the water.

“Can I do the other?” he says as you finish and smooth your hands over your skin looking for spots you might’ve missed.

“Sure,” you say without hesitation.

“Not worried?” he says cocking his head to one side.

You look at him admiringly and simply say, “Not in the least…I know you’ll be gentle.”

He returns the soft smile, knowing so much is being said although on the surface it seems you are simply talking about shaving.

He scoots forward as you throw your other leg up on the side of the tub. He kisses the inside of your ankle and the tip of your wet big toe. You let out a small giggle in response, and he runs his finger up the bottom of your foot. That makes you jerk your foot back and shake your head. He spreads the cream on your leg and starts to run the razor up your leg. He’s focused and concentrating so hard to make sure he does it right, but also safely. He has the most tender touch, but you can hardly focus on his hand because his face is so expressive. You reach out and run your fingers through the curl that has flopped over in his eye. “Needed ta clip it, forgot, was distracted…” he says smirking and making a show of scoping out your tits.

When he gets to your knee he’s kinda flustered…he’s moving the razor and looking at the joint like it’s a new discovery. “Let me do it,” you say and stretch your leg out straight flattening he joint to where you can run over it in three quick swipes.

“Whew, tha’s kinna delicate.”

You finish up and even shave your underarms while he watches.

He takes the sponge and dips it in the warm water. “C’mere,” he says, in his most persuasive voice.

You smile and move back to sitting against his chest.

He pulls the lever and lets most of the water out and you shiver. He runs your arms to warm you up and then turns the warm water to full blast. “Ya look s’pretty all naked in tha tub,” he says, looking down your body.

You shiver and giggle.

Once the tub is filled, he picks the sponge back up and rubs it along your neck and over your shoulders and collarbone. “Gotta make sure ya clean,” he says, voice low and raspy by your ear.

You shiver again but it’s not because of the water temperature.

He moves the sponge over your breasts, down your stomach and to your thighs.

The sponge is so soft and the water is so warm and the feel of him pressed against your back…it’s all very sensual. You lean your head back on his shoulder and turn your face and kiss his neck.

He turns his head and then his lips are on yours and you just enjoy kissing each other for a while.

“Here sit up an’ I’ll wash ya hair.”

You smile. This is by far one of your favorite parts of taking a bath with him.

“Love washin’ ya hair,” he says softly.

“I love it too,” you groan.

He massages the shampoo in your hair and grabs the handheld to gently rinse it before applying the conditioner into the ends of your hair and rinses again.

“Is it my turn yet?”

He laughs his breathy little laugh and says, “yeah, ‘m all yours.” He moves towards you and you have to move up to your knees to reach the handheld and the top of his head.

“You’re so tall,” you say, giggling.

He can’t even answer he’s so mesmerized by the way your breasts move as you massage his scalp. He can’t resist the urge to cup your them, his fingers circling your nipples.

You gasp at the touch.

“Wan’ ma mouth on ‘em,” he whispers as he bends his head to suck on your nipple.

You nearly drop the handheld as he latches on and swirls his tongue against your sensitive skin. You place it back on the stand and he pulls you flush against him, his face buried against your breast. He pops off and kisses up your wet skin. “Wan’ ya…wan’ ya s’bad. D’ya wan’ me?”

You press your lips to his in a passionate kiss and grab his hand and place it on your pussy so he can feel how wet you are.

He leans his head back, closing his eyes and inhaling deeply as if he’s just touched something magical. “Always s’slick, s’ready fo’ me, baby…always.”

You run your fingers through his damp hair, “Harry, don’t you know that my body will always respond to you, I was made for you…my body recognizes yours. God, I ache for you and wanna please you – that’s what makes me happy.” You cup his cheeks… “Right now, I want something from you.”

His gaze is intense and passionate…needy, “Anythin’, babe, anythin’…” he says turning his head to kiss your palm.

“I…I want my mouth on you, just like you did for me earlier,” you ask biting your bottom lip.

“Wait, ya sure?”

You put your finger over his mouth. “I’m in love with you, H, I wanna please you in all ways and right now I wanna see ya surrender to me the only way you do when I have my mouth on you,” you say with a coy smile, “doesn’t it feel good?”

“Jesus, fuck, babe,” he’s shaking his head and reaching for you, “feels incredible…so good.” He pulls your head toward him for a kiss. He’s gentle and insistent, taking his time to savor you. A moan slips from your mouth and into his and he returns it with a tangle of his tongue and a groan from his chest.

You run your hand down his chest stopping to finger his cross necklace as it dangles. His chest is so hard from hours of working out. At the moment it’s covered in goosebumps as your nail circles his nipple. You break the kiss long enough to just look down at his crinkled areola and pointed nipple. He shifts in the tub and his beautiful big cock pops up. You continue to circle his nipples, “Good?” you ask.

“Straight ta ma cock, look…” he trails off while you both look down to the bathwater.

“Sit up on the towel for me.”

He slides up on the folded towel, knees spread and you kneeling between them. You take a moment to pull him down for a kiss and then work your nails down the insides of his thighs. “You’re so strong Harry, your body,” you say eyes running up and down his long body perched on the edge of the tub. You look up to see him just watching you look him over. You grin and bite your bottom lip shy that you’ve been caught oogling him. You lean forward and kiss his sternum and smile as you place your warm wet hand on his hard cock.

“Hold my hair?” you ask.

He sweeps your hair with his hands and holds it in a ponytail with one and leans back with propped on the other. His head leans to the side as he watches you lick your lips and swallow. “I love ya, ‘no tha’?”

You smile at him and say, “I know, Harry, and I love you as well.” You lean forward and place a gentle closed mouth kiss on the head of his penis, never taking your eyes off his. You can feel the blood surge in your fist and see the pearl of cum leak from his tip. You flip your tongue out to lap up the bead that slides down the rosy colored skin of his head. When you pull your tongue back in your mouth you moan and he sucks in a deep breath. “Taste so good,” you comment. And he does, slightly salty, earthy and clean. The blood surges through that vein on the bottom of his cock again as he watches you swallow. He's hard as steel, but with a velvet covering, as you move your fist up and down slightly the skin gives way and rolls with your squeeze. You make a show of flicking your tongue out to take a long lick up the underside. He groans and his eyes roll back in his head for a moment, but you know they’ll be back on you soon enough…if Harry likes anything during sex, it’s to watch you and for you to watch him. You lick and kiss all around the rim of his head paying close attention to that little spot on the underside that is so sensitive. His grasp on your hair gets tighter and you know he’s ready for more. Taking his cock in as far as you can, you slide back pulling your hand over the part you can’t fit in your mouth. He makes a guttural sound, and you repeat your actions this time going just a little farther down him than before. You set a slow pace attempting to take a little more of him each time.

He pulls on your hair and says, “Don’t choke, babe…”

You push just a little farther and then pull off and pump your fist squeezing tight. Then you go back for it and pick up the pace going deeper and staying longer, pushing him to hit the back of your throat.

“Jesus. Fucking. Christ,” he groans, “Jus’ be careful baby.”

You answer him with a look through your lashes as you go down on him again and again and again. You reach down and cup his balls and he rolls his head back and chokes out a rather loud groan that echoes of the marble tile. You moan and pop off, “Feel good?” you say massaging his balls gently.

“Babe…” is all he manages before you pop him back in your mouth and suck hard, hollowing your cheeks.

“FUCK! Please…” he’s groaning, you know he’s close. It doesn’t take long before you can feel the tightest tug as he fists your ponytail, losing a bit of control. “Cumming!” is all he says, it’s just a one-word warning because he’s reached his holding ability. His thighs shaking, he bucks slightly causing you to gag a moment and then you taste the warmth of him cumming down your throat. When you pull of you are breathing heavily and he seems concerned that you are laboring. “My god, babe, y’ok?”

You smile and nod your head wiping your bottom lip with the back of your hand, “Yeah, just forgot to breath through my nose,” you chuckle slightly. “Was it good?”

“Fuck’s sake…c’mere…” he trails pulling you up onto his lap. He’s kissing you deeply and rubbing your knees.

You shiver and he sets you on your feet outside the bath before crawling out himself and grabbing a couple of warm towels for you both.

Just as you lean forward and twist your hair into the towel turban style, Alexa announces again that someone is at the door.

“Christ almighty!” he mutters. You wince at the disruption of your little bubble of time, but this time you know it’s a delivery because you have been expecting something about this time.

“My turn,” you say, “I’ll go…” You head toward the bathroom door to grab your robe when he grabs you by the waist.

“Uhhh, no, I’ll check who it is first, Jesus babe.”

You start to bite your fingers as you hear him tell the delivery person to leave it at the door. “Another fuckin’ delivery,” he spits out looking over at you. “Why’re ya bitin’ ya fingers?”

“Well, it’s my delivery, it’s a surprise for later…” you rush out guiltily, “It was last minute, so I had to have it delivered.”

“I’m sorry. I know you didn’t want any more interruptions today. I should’ve planned better.”

He comes over and hugs you. “No, baby, s’ok. Wha’s the surprise fo’? Me?”

You giggle. “Yes, and no I’m not showing you! It’s a surprise! I’ll go get it.”

You move to go to the door and he grabs your arm and pulls you back.

“Mine!”

“Harry!” You shriek, giggling.

He’s already at the door before his name is out of your mouth.

He’s giggling as he grabs the box and brings it back inside, handing it to you. “For you, my darling,” he says, handing you the box.

“Thank you. I promise it’ll be worth the wait.”

He grins. “Wan’ some food?”

You nod, “Yes! I’m starved!”

He laughs his breathy little laugh. “Ya wan’ ya usual from our brunch place?”

“Yes! Mmmm…crepes and bacon, thank you!” You say kissing him. “I’m gonna unpack this upstairs. Be right back.”

“K, love.”

You head upstairs to the walk in and open the box and smile as you see the Gucci logo. It’s extravagant but so, so beautiful. You open the box to find a silk chemise white with red hearts and a matching short robe. It’s perfect for his first sold out Wembley concert. It still blows your mind that 90,000 people are coming to Wembley to see him perform! It’s hard to wrap your mind around it. You’re so incredibly proud of him and everything he’s achieved and he’s only three albums in! You always knew he was gonna be a legend. You tuck your surprise away so he can’t find it and head back downstairs.

Brunch is delivered and you’re mostly eating instead of talking. “Didn’t realize how hungry I was,” you say taking another bite.

“I know…god, everything is so good from there.”

You finish eating and cleaning up after your much needed food. You’re stark naked in the kitchen, loading up the dishwasher when he wraps his arms around you from behind.

“Love seein’ ya all naked an’ domestic,” he says, smirking as he cups your breast.

You giggle. “Maybe that’s your next album title…just think of the cover possibilities,” you say, giggling at your own joke.

He laughs his breathy little laugh. “I like it…Harry Styles…Naked an’ Domestic. Need to find a laundry basket to cover my junk though.”

You laugh hard at that. “Oh my god…you ironing with the iron covering you,” you can hardly get it out for laughing, “or you behind a plant watering it!” Tears are streaming down your face you’re laughing so hard.

“I could have fun wi’ tha’,” he says giggling along with you. “Ya almost done? Thought we could call Ron an’ Helen an’ thank them fo’ tha flowers.”

“Oh, I’d love that!” You say, turning around.

He looks down your naked body. “Gonna hafta put some clothes on though,” he says, sticking his bottom lip out in a pout.

“I promise I’ll take them off as soon as we’re done chatting, yeah?” You say, smacking a kiss to his mouth.

“Hmmm…better take advantage while I got ya naked right now then, don’ ya think?” He says, as he kisses you and his fingers slide down between you.

You moan into his mouth and grip his shoulders hard.

He breaks the kiss and smiles down at you. “Let’s go call the Chapmans yeah?”

You smile back. “Yes, let’s.”

Ron and Helen were happy to hear from you and you were just excited to see Bennett and Thomasina through the FaceTime call. Harry thanked them profusely for the flowers and wine and for taking care of the cottage. He let them know that you were definitely coming to stay after the Dublin concert and they assured him that everything would be ready.

After saying your good-byes and passing along virtual hugs and kisses the screen goes black and, unfortunately, for some reason, you feel terribly emotional. You duck your head trying to keep things light not wanting to burden Harry with your emotions on his big day. However, he’s to perceptive to your emotions to not pick up on your feelings despite your winning smile and efforts to keep upbeat.

“Aww, love, I miss ‘em too,” he says pulling you into his lap.

“I’m fine,” you whisper with a forced smile picking at the end of your robe tie.

He pulls your face toward him, “Don’ hide from me, ‘cause ya can’, know ya too well.”

“I’m just missing the bubble we have there, I mean, I’m so proud of you and the life we’ve made together here, wouldn’t trade it for anything. Just miss the peace and plainness of it sometimes,” you say running your fists under your eyes. “But, like I said, I wouldn’t trade anything about our lives, I guess, maybe I’m a little nervous about the Pandora’s Box that is about to be our life traveling and working on the road. I don’t know what that looks like and I don’t know what scares me more, being in the way or getting lost.”

“Promise ya not ever gonna be in tha way…an’ ya can never be lost from me… s’not possible. It’s like this,” he says shifting you more toward him, “I can’t lose ma leg, or ma arm…an’… an’ survive. Ya jus’ can’ get lost from me… I wouldn’t survive, no’ a minute. Wouldn’t wanna do this, no’ anymore… wi’out ya, understand? An’ yeah, it kinna scares me too…I mean, wha’ if ya change ya mind about all this,” he says spinning his finger around. “Tha’s where we jus’ have ta trust an’ talk an’ face things tagether. Ya can’ hide what’s goin’ on ya head, ’kay?”

You meet his eyes, tears streaming down your face and nod your head. “I love you and believe in us.”

He leans his forehead to yours and places a gentle kiss to your lips. “Me too.”

“How about I make you some peppermint tea and you can come watch me get ready,” you whisper between gentle kisses.

“I’d love that, but ya hop on upstairs an’ I’ll make tha tea, you want a cuppa?”

You nod, “Yeah, I need ta prep my voice too, I have some screaming to do!”

You run upstairs and start to blow dry your hair. You’re flipped over when his bare feet come into view. When you flip back upright he’s leaning against the vanity counter smiling.

He makes a big to-do about fishing though your hair to get to your face, “Are ya in there, love? Ohp, there she is!”

You can’t help but think of the other times he exclaims those words, “There she is,” usually in the midst of an orgasm. You can’t help but squeeze your thighs together at the thought. While your hair cools down, you reach for the lotion, to which Harry claims is his job. He makes handy and handsy work of massaging lotion into the skin of your legs, arms, shoulders, back, breasts and tummy. It’s the sweetest torture of slow foreplay. Does he have any idea what having his hands on you does to you?

He plops himself down on the vanity bench when you’re ready to apply some light make-up highlights. You crawl onto the vanity counter and sit cross-legged and apply light brushes of blush and a natural color on your eyelids. Harry sips his tea and settles in watching your every move and chatting about anything and nothing. He giggles at the faces you make when you apply a little mascara, mocking you and rubbing your knee, in fact, he always has a hand somewhere on your body. You find yourself calmed and grounded by his touch. Maybe he feels that too and that’s helping him relax? He helps you run a brush through your hair and you opt to leave it straight because the forecast is light rain.

You dress in a Gucci specialty for the occasion. Your mini-skirt overalls match Harry’s outfit for the night and you match it with white knee socks that have red hearts and lace ruffles at the top. Harry proudly ties your matching red velvet Gucci Addidas’ shoes. You grab a white ruffle hair tie and pull it on your wrist for that moment when the hair on your neck stands up from his voice and the sensation sends shivers down your back. The time arrives for you to head to the venue so he can get dressed himself and begin to prepare to perform.

In the car on the way, you can’t help but think of all the fans who have spent the day waiting in line or meeting with friends to costume up for the concert they’ve waited so long for. When you get closer, the lines are astounding. “Harry, they worship you. You’re gonna make so many people happy tonight, I’m so proud of that. You’re so good to them and so good for them.” You squeeze his hand and lay your head on his shoulder. “I love you so much,” you whisper into the skin on his neck.

***Backstage, after the show***

“Do you need a shower?”

“No, had one already,” he says, kissing your head.

“Are you tired?”

“Depends.”

“On what?”

“On whether whatever ya have planned is good enough ta stay up fo’.”

You pull back to meet his eyes. “Oh, I definitely think you’ll want to be up for it,” you say, hand palming his cock.

He groans. “No’ tired.”

You giggle. “Good.”

You get home and as soon as you’re in the door he’s kissing you, tongue tangling with yours, hands pulling up your skirt to feel your silky panties. He groans as he pushes them to the side and his fingers touch your pussy. “Ya s’wet.”

“Mmmm…been wet all night,” you say in between kisses. “Let’s go upstairs, baby.”

He dives back in for another kiss, hands on your bum pulling you flush to him. “Feel wha’ ya do to me.”

You moan as you feel how hard he is.

“Wanna be inside ya. Wanted ta be inside ya all damn day,” he says against your lips.

“Let’s go upstairs. Have me any way you want me.”

“Fuck’s sake woman,” he says, as he pulls away so you can go to your bedroom.

“I’ll be right back,” you tell him as you go to the walk in and change into your silk chemise. You take your bra off but change into some red velvet panties held together with silver, metal, heart-shaped rings on the sides and leave your stockings on. You slip the robe on and walk out of the closet and slowly untie the robe as you get closer to him on the bed. You see him swallow, mouth slightly open. You turn around and drop the robe off your shoulders letting it fall to the floor, lifting your hair up and peering at him over your shoulder, lip between your teeth. You turn back around to face him, slowly pulling the hem of the chemise up so he can see your barely there velvet panties. It’s a delicious tease for you both.

“C’mere,” he says, voice deep and raspy and so turned on.

You move to stand in front of him and he gently places his hands on your sides, his eyes glassy. “You ok? What’s wrong?”

“Nothin’. I jus’…tonight was a lot an’… I love ya s’much an’… I…I’m jus’… happy,” he says, face buried in your tummy.

You smile, hands running through his hair, and you move to straddle him. “You deserve this, H. You’ve worked hard and people recognize that. And as for us…we were meant to be together. It happened exactly when it was supposed to and I love you so, so much,” you say, hands moving to his cheeks and kissing him, thumbs wiping away his tears.

He smiles up at you. “Now lemme look at my surprise,” he says, hands moving up your sides to your breasts and back down to the hem. “It’s beautiful, you’re beautiful bu’ I wanna see ya body righ’ now,” he says, fingers pulling up the chemise and pulling it off. He rolls you over onto your back. “Ya said something earlier. Ya said they worship me,” looking into your eyes, “they worship me, bu’ I worship you. Ya fascinate me, know tha’?” he says running his knuckle across your cheekbone. “S’like the way ya ma best friend, the way ya take care of me, ma family, cope with my….crazy world an’ then give me ya’self here…surrender…,” he mutters running his lips along yours, “ya s’open ta me, an’…I love bein’ able ta jus’ lose m’self in ya…love ya taste, an’ smell and softness.”

Now you have tears, “Oh Harry…please….”

“An’ tha’…tha’ righ’ there, tha’ sound, I hear the longin’ in ya voice an’ it jus’…jus’ kills me. I wan’ ya ta crawl up here, on our bed, an’ I wanna watch ya use that toy ya got in Paris,” he leans down to whisper in your ear, “Am I a creep ‘cause I wanna watch ya fuck yaself wi’ tha’ toy before ya take me?”

You grin sheepishly and shake your head, “You could never be a creep, Harry, I’m just surprised you don’t wanna skip straight to fucking.”

“Don’ know how much it fuckin’ turns me on ta see ya in our bed touchin’ yaself, an’ then ta watch ya cum, Jesus fuckin’ Christ.

“Okay…kiss me first?” you ask feeling needy.

He leans down and places a soft kiss on your lips eyes open and focused on yours. When he pulls back, you reach up to grab his neck. “More…” you beg and pull at his neck while he smirks.

“More kisses…?” he says dimple on full display.

You nod coyly, “Lots more, please.”

He cups your cheek and leans down with a slant in his aim. He licks the corner of your mouth first, then a drags a relaxed stipe across the seam of your lips and you open for him. Your eyes flutter shut the minute his tongue dips in. You pull your mouth up trying to take his deeper, silently begging for him to take the kiss deeper. He tastes minty and smells clean and soapy. You feel needy and squirm trying to get to him. He closes the kiss with a slurp of his tongue, “Everywhere… taste so fuckin’ good everywhere,” he murmurs absentmindedly. He dives in for another kiss tangling his tongue and holding your face still with his thumb on one side and fingers on the other side of your face. He seems to be a man on a mission, and you are open to receiving him. He pulls away with your lip between his teeth. You whimper at the sensation and follow his mouth. Your hips wiggle and you buck up slightly from the wet sensation of the kissing. When he pulls away it’s only long enough to kiss down your neck. “Ya ready, love?”

You nod panting breathlessly, “Yes, I’m aching.”

“Lemme take these pretty panties off first, yeah?” He stands and reaches down for the waistband. When he pulls them down, he can see the outline of the metal hearts indented on your skin on each side. The sight causes him to stop for a moment to trace the indention with his forefinger, “so pretty, I love these.”

You shiver and raise your head to look down at his finger on your hip, you drop your head back, close your eyes and groan with a smile. “Tickles.”

When you look up, he’s looking at the wet spot on the gusset of your panties. His eyes meet yours and he slowly brings them to his nose and inhales deeply, “Mine.”

“Yes, yours,” you say with a nod.

“Go on, baby, lemme see ya,” he says nodding his head toward the headboard.

You crawl up to the headboard and situate the pillows so that you are in a comfortable position. Harry walks over to the bedside table and pulls out the pink toy you bought in Paris for your boudoir photoshoot. Just the sight of it sends tingles to your core and you squeeze your thighs together and let out a light moan, that captures his attention. “Tell me wha’ jus’ went through ya mind.”

You pull your knees up and sway them to one side. “Thought about the first time I used that and how I imagined it was you… came so hard,” you say softly.

He palms his cock, pressing hard for a little relief. “I wanna see it.” He places the toy on the pillows next to you and lays down across the foot of the bed, head propped on his hand.

You close your eyes and dig your head into the pillows.

“Eyes on me, babe, I wan’ ya ta watch me watch ya, yeah?”

You look into his eyes and run your hands across your tummy, then up to your breasts. You cup them tightly and let out a held breath while he gasps and looks on.

“Pinch ‘em,” he rasps.

You do as he asks and pinch your nipples tightly and arch your back. It’s hard not to want to close your eyes, but the sight of him staring at you is irresistible. The tighter you pinch the shallower your breaths come. You can’t help when one knee falls to the side leaving your pussy partially open to his view.

“Wider.”

You gently lay the other knee on the soft duvet and your bare pussy is open to the cool air and his hot stare. Your hips involuntarily buck up slightly.

“Pretty.”

You run one hand down your tummy. Once you reach the top of your mound you stop and raise your eyebrows to him. He simply lifts his chin, and you continue. There’s an unspoken exchange of neediness and permission. You gently run your middle finger down the seam of your pussy, eyes never leaving his.

“Open them for me.” He says raising up slightly propped on his elbow.

Using your forefinger and middle finger you run them between from clit to drippy hole. You can’t help the flutter of your eyes and the deep inhale and high-pitched moan. “Harry, so wet.”

“Show me.”

You pull your fingers up and show him the shiny wetness on the pads of your fingers. You pull them up to your mouth and suck the wetness off. He falls forward on the bed, “Jesus Fuckin’ Christ!”

“Circle ya clit like I do.”

You run those fingers down to gather some wetness before you circle your clit. You use your other hand the pull the skin taunt on your mound pulling the hood back as you circle your clit a little faster.

Harry is fidgeting his fingers in the duvet, like he’s itching to touch.

“Wanna touch?” you ask.

“So bad, bu’ I wanna watch first, wanna watch ya make yaself cum on tha’ toy.”

You spread your legs wider the arousal turning you inside out. Because you want to keep your eyes on his you lay your head to the side and your chin resting against your shoulder. He cocks his head to one side scrutinizing the look on your face.

“Ya ok, baby?”

“Yeah, it’s just so intense watching you watch and seeing your cock twitch.”

He smiles a tender smile, “Turn the toy on.”

You grab the toy and flip the switch on to the lowest setting and run it down your tummy to the top of your mound. “Harry, it’s not gonna take long, my heart’s racing.”

“S’ok.”

The toy touches just the hood of your clit and your knee jumps and your toes curl.

Harry is noticing all the changes in your body. The goosebumps that run down the insides of your thighs. He can’t stand it; he moves up closer to you where he can run his hand down the inside of your thigh, “Don’t stop, babe.”

You flip the switch up a notch and run circles around the little hard pearl, a drop of wetness runs down your body.

He leaves his hand on the inside of your thigh and runs his eyes up to where you are biting your bottom lip.

“Don’t hold back, love. Wanna hear ya… this s’our home an’ our bed an’ I wanna hear ya pleasure.”

You whimper out a moan, “Feels so good.”

He’s has turned onto his tummy and is grinding his pelvis into the mattress. He reaches out and touches your wetness, "Put it here.”

You run the toy down to your hole, the lips of your sex hugging the pink toy.

“Christ.”

“Ahh… Mmm…,” you moan out as you run the toy around the circle of your entrance and he pulls his hand back as he feels the toy touch his finger.

Finally, you slowly begin to push the toy inside. Harry’s eyes never leave the sight before. He licks his lips when you stop and hold it there having pushed it in as deep as it can go.

“S’it good?”

“Yeah, but not warm like you,” you whisper.

You pull it out and push it back in and he groans loudly and grinds his hips that much more. He pushes himself up just a bit to kiss your leg. “Don’t stop, love.”

You begin to pump the toy in and out in short strokes. Then you run your hand in circles causing the toy to stroke your g-spot gently on every round. You can’t help the loud intake of breath.

“Ya find it?”

You nod your head and he says, “Can ya just hold it on our spot?”

You aim the toy for the spot and hold it there. You can feel your arousal filling up like a balloon that will burst and, truthfully, you aren’t sure what you are gonna do when the damn breaks.

“Harry it’s so much, I’m full…” you cry out pulling your knees up to the point where your heels are touching your bottom.

“Don’t stop, please, god, I wan’ all of ya, wan’ ya just like this.”

You curl your body upwards so you can see the toy deep inside you. He’s gripping the duvet tightly, like he’s hanging on for dear life.

You slow down, not stopping but slowing down so you can just hang in the moment. Savor it. You’re in a place where time stops and it’s just you and Harry and this love, this deep, intense passion that’s holding you both in its special clutch. The intimacy of him watching you orgasm from your own hand so very sensual and erotic. It may be your hand on your body, but he’s the one in control. With the glimpse of his eyes he can make you cum or hold you off all in the little space of your king-size bed.

You start to circle again and the intermittent stroke over your g-spot is felt from your clit to your hard nipples. You’re gonna cum soon and you’re gonna gush when you do.

“Harry, I need to cum, and I can’t….I…I..can’t stop it!”

“Cum sweet’eart, cum.”

The only sounds in the room are his pants, your whine and the sound of your wetness slurping in the pink vibrating toy.

“No..No…no, it’s…,” you knees start shaking wildly and the wetness is rolling down your bum and to the duvet below, “the bed…the bed!” You shriek and worry your bottom lip.

“Fuck tha bed, babe, cum, please don’ hold it, cum, my love.”

“Ohmygodohmygodohmygod,” the words get fast and faster and higher in pitch - you’re struggling to keep your eyes on his.

Then he leans forward and kisses your knee and that’s all it takes. The contracting of your tummy and the flexing of your hips pulse hard as you feel the orgasm all the way to your toes that are curled into the bedding. You can’t help the wetness that’s flowing out around the toy and onto the duvet. “Sorry, sorry, sorry…” you chant feeling guilty for the wet spot you’re making on your bed.

“Don’t be, I love ya an’ I love this, need it, need it all from ya. Can ya take me now, need ta fuck ya… please, baby… held on as long as I can.” he pleads.

You pull the toy out nodding your head so ready for the warmth of his body.

He sits up and grabs you and pulls you to him at the foot of the bed. “C’mere,” he says and turns you on to your tummy. “This ok?”

You answer by reaching behind you and pulling him close. He grabs your other hand and threads his fingers in yours.

Spreading your legs, you open yourself to him as he kisses below your ear.

“Love ya so much, love watchin’ ya cum, so god damned sexy an’ all mine,” He whispers as he thrusts inside you from behind.

You both groan as he holds himself there… stiff and deep. “So fuckin’ tight, babe, ya still cummin’?”

You nod and whimper.

“Aww, babe, lemme in, yeah?”

You pull your knee up on one side and that opens you up a little more for him to push those last few inches.

Bottoming out he pants, “Gimme a second…”

You both hold still. You can feel his warm breath on your cheek.

“Thank you, love, thank you fo’ lettin’ me in.”

Moving slow and deep he places open-mouthed kisses to your shoulder and neck, finally licking the shell of your ear.

“Can ya cum again?”

“It’s not really stopped,” you say panting with a furrowed brow.

“Come on baby, let’s cum tagether.”

His moves get sloppier and sloppier but no less erotic as he circles his hips the same way he does on stage. You love the feel of his weight on you, intensifying the pressure on your tummy.

“Touch ya clit.”

You reach down and rub soft circles on your clit and begin to pulse on his cock. He stills deep inside, letting out a groan you can feel on your back. You’re both shaking and pulsing as he lies stiff on your body.

“Jesus, babe, fuck, fuck, fuck…”

“Hahhh….Harry!”

He collapses on you and pulls you both to your sides so his weight isn’t on you. The room filled with the sounds of your breathing and the earthy smell of sex.

“Ya ok?” he asks.

You whine softly and smile, “I’m so ok.”

He snuggles in close to you and kisses your neck as you both catch your breath. “Lemme get everythin’ cleaned up.”

“Harry…no. It’s not fair. You just spent hours jumping around on stage…shouldn’t hafta do this too.”

“Stop it. Wan’ ta. Like takin’ care of ya,” he says, kissing your cheek.

You smile. “Thank you,” you say softly.

He tightens his hand on your tummy and you turn your face to his and he kisses you softly.

You sigh as he pulls away.

“Can ya scooch to the end of the bed fo’ me?”

You nod and move to the edge of the bed.

He goes to the bathroom and gets a warm washcloth and gently cleans you up, pressing a warm kiss to your knee as you smile shyly down at him.

You get up and sit on the soft velvet chair and just watch him move around the bed and bite your lip. You feel so incredibly lucky to find a man as good as he is.

He’s got the old sheets off and in the hamper and then he’s putting a new set on the bed. He comes back to where you’re at and picks you up carrying you to the bed and laying you down in the center of the bed, crawling in next to you and leaning his head on his hand and looking into your eyes. “Listen, I got waterproof mattress pads fo’ us. I don' wanna hear ya say ya sorry in our bed fo’ tha way ya body responds, because I'm no’ sorry, no’ at all.”

“I just…it’s messy and you might not want me ruining a really spendy mattress,” you say, scrunching your nose up.

"Buy a new mattress every damn day if I have ta, don' ever wan' ya ta stop the way ya cum fo’ me."

“Ok. I feel better if there’s a mattress pad. Thank you.”

He smiles and kisses you. “Ya welcome. Love ya.”

You smile. “Love you too.”

He pushes you to lay on your back and then his hands are moving over your skin as he moves to hover over you, and your legs open so he can move between them.

You sigh and feel the goosebumps pop up on your skin as he moves his fingers down the planes of your body, over your shoulders and down your arms to your collarbones and the valley of your breasts, fingers circling your nipples before his warm hands slide to your tummy. “Ya s’beautiful. Know I say it all tha time, bu’ s’true.” He meets your eyes. “The way ya respond ta me…s’jus’ unreal. Ya s’soft an’ I love ya curves,” he says, licking his lips as his hands cup your breasts, mouth placing kisses to your skin. “Love these tits,” he says, kissing a blazing trail up to your neck. “Ya smell s’ good…drives me crazy.”

You gasp as his hands squeeze your breasts and then move down, down, down your body to your inner thighs.

“Tha way ya get s’wet fo’ me…mmm,” he says as his hand cups you. “An’ the way we fit tagether. Ya take me s’well. Like ya were made fo’ me an’, Jesus fucking Christ, tha way ya taste…” he says as he moves his hand down further and his lips kiss the top of your clit, tongue poking out for just a taste.

You moan and lick your lips. “Harry…” you say, softly, your hands flexing on the fresh sheets.

“Gettin’ wet again love?”

You nod as you meet his eyes.

He moves his hands down your inner thighs to your calves. “Ya jus…ya perfect fo’ me. I always liked ya an’ I wanted ya bu’ I never dreamed it’d be like this.” He kisses your knee in front of him. “Never knew…wha’ we could be.”

“Me either,” you tell him, as he moves to hover over you and presses his lips to yours.

[luvrlane]

problems in the middle of the night | lhs, s

pairing. dom!bf!heeseung x fem!reader

warning/includes. GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT, daddy kink, (slight) bulge kink, (slight) corruption kink, oral fixation, penetration, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), nasty piece of work. but there's a little bit of fluff in it if you squint lol. DO NOT engage in any way if you're a minor.

disclaimer. THIS IS ONLY A WORK OF FICTION.

heeseung wakes up with a breathy moan. his heart raced as did the tent in his pants. great, he's fucking hard.

he glanced over the nightstand beside his bed, clock showing it's 01:51 a.m, and if that isn't the worst thing, it's the fact that he had you in his erotic dreams and now he's hard. you, on the other hand, appeared to be sleeping peacefully beside him, blissfully ignorant to the problem he's currently having.

now what the fuck is he supposed to do? he couldn't go back to sleep nor abandon his hard on even if his life depended on it. he needs to do something about it and he'd admit, he was growing needy. a little help would suffice.

so he started out with his asking for help by kissing your shoulder blades. feeling up your sides, his lips moved to the length of your neck, leaving wet kisses all over his trace. the action made you stir in your sleep. you were a light sleeper, any small disruption is enough to wake you up.

heeseung's lips ghosted on the shell of your ears, pressing a gentle kiss before he called out to you ever so lovingly, "baby. baby," his voice was as gentle as his touch, coaxing you from your deep slumber. "baby, we've got a problem." he cooes, hands now reaching the valley of your breasts, giving one of them a light squeeze.

now you're awake. "heeseung, what is it?" drowsiness was laced in your tone. you fought hard to crack your eyes open. instead of giving you a verbal answer, he opted to pressing his dick onto your hips instead, guiding one of your hands to craddle the tent.

"i'm sorry, baby. i didn't want to wake you." the tip of his pointy nose was tickling your neck now, as he moved down from your ear back to your neck, pressing down light kisses on the expanse.

"but it couldn't be helped." though sleepiness was very much still clouding over you, you knew what he was asking you to tend to.

the amount of love you have for this man is insane.

if being needy wasn't enough, now impatience creeps up on him too. he couldn't wait to get his hands all over you. inside you. but he needed you to give him consent. "can i, baby?" heeseung asked, a little breathy.

a small smile made its way to your face. the limb that sat on his dick reached around until it transitioned to his hair instead. fluffy, fluffy hair, resembling a cloud. you gave it a light ruffle. heeseung naturally leaned more into your touch, loving the way your fingers feel on him. on normal days he's an absolute sucker for your pretty little fingers. he still do, even now, but there's a more preferred place he'd rather have your fingers on. so he asked again, "hm, baby? give me an answer, sweetheart. i need to have you. i want to fuck you nice and slow. right now, baby. i need you right now."

fuck. he was basically pleading. but he couldn't fucking careless. it's weird, you thought. even in this mood, heeseung was able to set butterflies in your stomach. you gave him a small nod, before you decided. "go ahead, daddy."

go ahead, daddy.

daddy.

daddy.

he's fucked.

heeseung wasted no more second after you gave him an okay. you were already lying halfway on your stomach since before he woke you up, so he climbed over you, nudging your legs apart. your nightgown was riding on your ass now that he's had you spread out prettily for him. he pushed up a leg, and your heart started to drum.

lee heeseung will never not get your heart skipping a beat. even now, even when he's about to prep you, even when he's casting your nightgown to god knows somewhere in the bedroom. you never once uttered a complaint through it all. you let him get his way with you. not because he owns you. but because all the trust and devotion accumulated over the years you spent with him had proven its worthwhile.

so when heeseung spread your dry folds with his fingers, you whimpered. you have just woken up, after all. heeseung played with the nub, fingers never really entering inside you. "daddy.." you moaned out. the waves of pleasure is starting to arrive on the scene. heeseung had his face close to your cunt now, giving the plump lips a light peck, while a finger slowly eased in.

he intended to make you wet first, before anything. and his method so far is successful. a wet muscle licked stripes on your folds, it had you moaning a little louder this time. simultaneously, his one finger pumped in and out of you, while he's licking and sucking your bud.

and now, you're fucked.

your arousal started pooling around your pussy, due to his diligent fixation. heeseung eased a second finger, smearing the wetness around the lips of your cunt. "fuck, daddy. f-feels so good." fuck, fuck, fuck. it felt so, so, soo fucking good. honestly, fuck lee heeseung and his crazy oral fixation.

heeseung hummed a response. he sucked on your folds, with some of your juice sucked in too. his cock is even harder now. lord, you are the death of him.

then something pooled in your stomach. cum, you were going to cum. solely because of his fingers and tongue alone.

heeseung must've sensed this, the way your walls tightened around his three fingers now, as he had added another one just a little while ago. he raised his head, your juice daubed on his chin. "cum, sweetheart. cum on my fingers. then after this cum on my cock. over and over and over again." his words only heightened the feeling inside of you. your face contorted in pleasure, eyebrows knitted together as you bite down your pillow. your legs moved around hastily, you were unable to hold your cum no longer.

heeseung brought his face onto your pussy again. all it took was a lick over your folds, along with the nonstop draws of his thick, long fingers, and then you cummed. heeseung didn't stop his administration. instead, he slowed it down, helping you ride your orgasm. he smiled as he felt your walls are now much softer, more relaxed, ready to take him in.

heeseung withdrew his fingers out of you only to suck on them himself. tasting your cum, which he claimed as the sweetest ever. aside from your lips, that is. "good job, baby." he complimented you, and even with your face flushed out, he managed to get you blushing.

he rose up from his stance, blanket pooling on his legs, and he discarded his boxer, pulling out his god damn well endowed of a cock to give it a few slow stroke. you watched over your shoulder, pussy still spasming from the head he'd just given you. "gonna fuck you now, baby."

he didn't have to say that. if possible, your heart thrummed even harder than before.

with that, heeseung guided his hands onto your hips, pulling your ass back by a bit and raising them in the position he'd dreamt to take you tonight.

the clock is now 02:22 a.m.

he was showing no sign of stopping soon. in fact, lee heeseung had just gotten started.

your cheeks were smushed in the pillow now, given the position. "remember your safe words, baby?"

you gave him a confirming nod.

from there, heeseung pushed his fat cock into your hot, velvety walls. the two of you moaned in unison. the stretch was bearable, remember how he had prepped you with his three equally thick fingers. but it still stings. he was bigger than average, and longer too. god, you fucking love your boyfriend.

"look at it, baby. look how your pretty little hole is accomodating my cock. holy fuck. you're so hot." at this point, heeseung was a goner. "too big, yeah, baby?" though you couldn't see clearly, you could picture his stupid grin.

"too- too big.. but so good.." heeseung loved compliments. especially if it comes from you. especially if it's about him. especially if it's about how he's fucking you so damn sweet. honestly, fuck lee heeseung and his big, fat dick.

heeseung hasn't even entered himself all in. yet you feel so incredibly full already. you swear, you could feel him in your stomach.

he gave you few experimental thrusts at first, to make it easier for him to slide the remaining of his girth home. your moans took a higher pitch. "ah, ah, ah!" and lee heeseung fucking had the nerve to laugh.

your ass is hanging midair, and his dick is moving in and out of you. could this night get even better?

"breathe in and out, sugar. i'm going to bottoms up." you loved the way he's always, always giving you a heads up in whatever he's about to pull next. so you did as you were told, breathing in and out.

your toes curl when you feel heeseung pushing his hips tantalizingly slow into you, feeling every delicious stretch of his length, the veins protuding your walls. you couldn't close your mouth. you're all too fucked out now, and he hasn't even began fucking you properly.

"there we go. that wasn't so hard, was it? that's my girl."

that's my girl.

you're absolutely wrecked.

you were drooling. lee heeseung's dick had you drooling. whimpers were let out from you. you could feel every inch of him and he's filling you up so well.

then he rocked his hips. "daddy!" you yelped, out of both surprise and pleasure. "fuck, fuck! daddy!" the pool of blanket around his legs and yours began to follow his movement. he angled his hips a little higher as his arm rests on your the small back of your waist, pushing your ass down by a bit, and then he pistons inside you. you fucking screamed. "ahhh, daddy!"

"sweetheart. baby. sugar." heeseung groaned out. "your pussy. mine. mine." he punctuated his words with a set of hard thrusts. "only mine." he had you crying for real now. from the position the two of you took, the tip of his dick was abusing your sweet spot continuously. have you ever been fucked so good that you cried from pleasure?

"you. all of you. the whole of you." he declared. his dick is in your stomach now. you're sure of it. when he pulled out his cock, leaving the tip kissing your folds, he muttered, "you're only mine. all mine." and then he dived right back into you.

"yes! yes—ah! ah! y-yours!" you had to drag out the "o" and your hands are balling the sheets. "daddy!" he loved it. he loved hearing you scream. he loved fucking you good. he loved loving you. "and i'm only yours, sweetheart." he whispered, though midway through his sentence, he choked and grunted in pleasure. "until the end of time."

you couldn't contain your moans. not when your boyfriend's thick cock has made a home for itself in your pussy.

"so—good!" look at you. you failed to find it in you to form coherent sentence.

his pace had gotten quicker. he had picked them up, and your folds made a squelching sound from the collective arousal of you and your boyfriend. "uh, uh!" you attempted to wipe the tears from your face, but heeseung had interlocked his fingers with yours before you could even reach your eyes. his other hand was hoisting your hips up in an angle that presses down that exact bundle of nerves in you. your thighs began to shake.

"a mess. you're a me—ss." he stuttered in between his words. it only go so far to prove that this rutting is affecting him too. very intensely.

you let go of his fingers to reach around your back, placing your hand on his pelvis. "y—yellow.." you muttered out.

yellow. a change of position. he smiled and slowed his tempo down.

heeseung had set your bums down, with his dick very much still in you. then, he turned you around so carefully, until your eyes are meeting his. your hair has gotten all over your face, but he didn't mind. he took one leg over his shoulder, and bent down to press a quick kiss on your lips, your inner thighs burning at the action.

now, you're all in his view. your face. your perky, round mounds. chest rising up and down. the curve of your sides. your slick, wet core. still attached to his dick. if you glance down, you could see the wide stretch. luckily for heeseung, he didn't need to glance down, for it's all before him already.

heeseung left a peck on your leg, dangling over his shoulder. he took one of your arms, giving your knuckles a peck, too. and then his hips stirred. "..!" you weren't alarmed. "oh!"

your eyes almost screwed shut due to how deep he's hitting inside of you. the expression you had on was dumb, and there's only one person to blame: fucking lee heeseung. he abandoned his hold on your legs and fingers, his hands now clamming your sides, pressing you down on him.

"fuck, baby. look." following his order, your eyes trailed to where he's looking. your stomach. you could feel his dick moving. no, you could see his dick moving. that seem to drove him even further south. "fucking hell, sweetheart. your cunt is too tiny, the way it stretched at my width. and now i'm reaching your stomach. you're driving me crazy."

as if he wasn't driving you crazy too. you arched your back at his comments and his thrusts, chants of his name falling out of your lips. "da—ddy! ah, ah!" you dragged out the "a", your eyes rolling back. "slow—down!" heeseung's forehead creased, pounding into you like a mad man quelching his thirst, he was unavailable to comply to your request. your commands only made him set his pace quicker.

you're going to cum. heeseung is moving way too rapid, every drag of his cock are designated into assaulting your sweet spot. if you were drooling on your pillow before, now you're drooling in your face.

"eugh! da—ddy," your throat was hoarse from screaming. he could feel the way your walls closed on him. it made him choke, struggling to keep up with his own pace.

"yes, baby? what is it that you need?" the leg on his shoulder is shaking, and you're bucking your hips wildly.

"c—cum.. i need to cum.."

"then cum, baby. all over my cock." was all it took for you to spasm all around his length, coating them with your fluids. heeseung leaned down to leave kisses on your neck while you were chasing your high, muttering praises that were lost in the hazy feeling you were having from pleasure. "that's my girl. good job, baby."

heeseung's hips faltered into a series of slow thrusts. he lied about fucking you nice and slow. none of this was nice nor slow. it was intoxacting, all consuming.

you were in and out of consciousness when heeseung tapped your waist. "stay with me, sweetheart. we're not done yet."

the clock is now 03:49 a.m. on most days, heeseung is a man of words. he keeps his promises and says things from the bottom of his heart. but once in awhile, in cases like tonight, he felt like having a cheat day.

[harrysddtittys]

Could you maybe write something where Harry is a single father to maybe a girl. And just write how he’d deal with her terrible twos. Like from morning to night or something like that? 🥺

wow i finally got a requestttt!!! here you go! I know nothing about young children, so i don’t even know if this is an accurate description of a 2 y/o lol. but i hope you like it <33

Warnings: fluffff, dadrry, most likely some typos :)

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“Oh my God, Lani.” Harry groaned, groggily, as he was pulled out of his sleep by his daughter sitting on his back and yelling “Daddy, wake up!” in an playful voice. As much as he tries to pretend to not to like being woken up so obnoxiously every morning, they both know he loves for the first thing he hears every day to be his little girl yelling in his ear.

He lays there for a couple more minutes, wanting to sleep for a little bit longer, but gives up when he realizes she’s not going to be quiet until he gets up. “Okay, okay. I’m awake. Calm down.”

When he says that, she immediately gets off his back so that he can sit up, sitting next to him. He looks over at her. She’s wearing a random shirt of her’s that she doesn’t really wear other than to sleep, and her pull-up that she wears to prevent wetting the bed at night, and she has a head full of curly, unruly hair. He just smiles, so in awe of the fact he helped create something so beautiful.

Fatherhood was by far the best thing that ever happened to Harry. The second he looked his little girl, Alani in the eyes, he instantly felt the connection. He loves her with his entire being. But she can definitely be a lot to handle

She turned two not even three months ago. Harry Honestly thought the “terrible two’s” stage was a myth. Boy, was he wrong. The tantrums hit like lightning. Not only is she in her terrible two’s, but she’s naturally very stubborn, and sassy. She definitely got that from him. He swears she’s a 13 year old in a 2 year olds body.

“G’morning, bug.” He says, sitting up slowly because of the stiff joints from not moving much all night. “Good morning, daddy!” She squeals excitedly. Once he’s fully sat up, Alani jumps on him, throwing her tiny arms around him, causing Harry to chuckle. She gets so excited when he wakes up for the day.

He wraps his arms around her and squeeze her lightly, but grunting as if he’s squeezing her as tight as he can, making her giggle. “Did you sleep good?” He questions, quietly. “Yeah.” She mumbles, feeling so content where she is, like in her dad’s arms is the best place in the world. “V’got some things to do today. Y’wanna go run some errands with daddy?” This causes her to pull away from him with with wide eyes, nodding eagerly. The biggest smile spreads across Harry’s features. “Yeah?” Which she responds to by nodding again.

“Then we gotta get ready, bub. Y’hungry?” He asks to which she responds with a simple “Yes.” “Alright let’s go eat.” When he says that, Alani gets down off the bed, before sprinting out of his room, and toward the kitchen full speed. “Stop running!” He slightly scolds, hearing her tiny feet padding down the hallway at a much slower speed than before.

He always gets so nervous when she’s running around, but especially when she’s running in the house. She’s so wild and crazy, yet so clumsy. Constantly falling, and running into things. She rarely actually gets hurt. Most of the time she moves on from it like nothing happened. But it scares the absolute shit out of Harry every time.

When he enters the kitchen, he sees Alani standing next to the counter. As soon as he’s in her line of vision she starts pointing to the box of cinnamon toast crunch. “Daddy, this?” with pleading eyes. Harry just laughs. He doesn’t let her eat those than often for breakfast, because of how sweet they are, choosing to fix something on the healthier side for them to eat instead. But today he figured it wouldn’t hurt to let her have a little bowl of it before the day starts.

He goes over to the little girl who is still aggressively pointing at the box of cereal, ending down to pick her up. “Alright, alright. Hold you’re horses, will you?” He coos softly. He gently sits her down on at the kitchen table before returning back over to the counter. He opens the cabinet, pulling out a small bowl. When he’s finished making her cereal, he grabs her one of her baby spoons before serving it to her. “Thank you!” she says loudly. “You’re welcome, princess.” he chuckles.

Harry doesn’t like cinnamon toast crunch, it’s way to sweet for him. He decides he’ll just pop a bagel in the toaster and call it a day.

* * *

Once they’ve finished breakfast, they got completely ready for the day, and we’re soon ready to head out. Harry turns around to look at his daughter. She’s dressed in a denim dress, with a white t-shirt underneath, and white tennis shoes. Her hair’s brushed up into two sleek pigtails, which he’d become a pro at over the past couple years. Harry decided on a white t-shirt with a gray pair of pants. “Y’ready t’go, love?” he asked, feeling around his pockets to make sure he had everything. “Mhm!”

once they’re out to the car, Harry straps Alani into her car seat in the back, peppering kisses all over her tiny face once she’s all buckled in. “Daddy!” She squeals. Giggling, he closes the door, and goes around to the drivers side, getting in and powering the car on. “Alright, let’s roll.” he sighs, turning around to back out of the driveway.

They needed to stop at the grocery store, just to stock up on some things they needed around the house. So that’s where they were headed to now.

“Daddy, look! Red!” Alani exclaimed, pointing at the red car that was next to them. “Yes, that is red, baby, good job!” Harry beams. “Y’so smart.”

They continue driving toward their local grocery. Harry looks into his rear view mirror to check in Alani, and catches her staring at him. She’s always staring at him. It seems to be her favorite thing to do. He pulls the silliest face he could think of, causing her to burst into laughter. Harry laughs right along with her. Her laugh is so contagious. “Do it again!” She giggles. Harry happily obliges, pulling the goofy face once more, causing her angelic little laugh to engulf his ears.

After a little while of driving, they finally reached their destination, pulling into the grocery store parking lot. Alani watches her dad get out of the car, patiently waiting for him to make his way around to her side to get her out of the car. Soon enough, he does, taking her out of her cars seat and carrying her on his hip as the go into the store.

* * *

“Daddy, Daddy! Can I have that?” Alani asks loudly, pointing to something. “Shhh, you have to use your inside voice, darling.” Harry reminds her gently. He looks over to where she was pointing and not to his surprise, he sees a doll on the shelf. He’s grown to hate telling her no, but they didn’t come for toys, and she has more than enough at home already. “No, my love. Not today.” Her face immediately dropped. “But… but please?” She whines, her lip quivering. Harry hates that she’s disappointed but he knows he can’t give in. “No, baby. You don’t have to cry. Just not today, okay?” he says gently.

That doesn’t help, considering her whimpers are quickly turning into loud wails, and he knows the meltdown is coming. “Lani, it’s okay. You have plenty of toys at home to play with.” he try’s to reason but it doesn’t stop the tears that are slowly rolling down her face, and the loud, attention drawing cries. People were starting to look, and Harry was starting to get frustrated, but she was only 2. He knew she was still learning how to deal with her emotions. But when your kid is having a complete meltdown, and screaming in the middle of a store over a doll, that’s definitely a bit annoying.

Harry leans down to be face to face with her in her, who’s seated in the cart. “Alani, I know you’re upset, but you’re not going to scream.” He says softly, but slightly sternly. She looks at her dad, still crying but visibly calming down. Harry waits for her whines to die down completely before asking her “Are we okay now? Can we keep shopping?” to which she responds to with a nod.

After picking up just a few more essentials, they’re in line, waiting to check out. Harry looks down at Alani, realizing she’s been pretty silent ever since she stopped crying. He sees her with the all too familiar scowl on her face, with a pout of her lips. “Why are you looking so evil, bub?” Harry asked, with a gentle shake of his head. She doesn’t respond, but she doesn’t need to because he already knows she’s mad at him for refusing to buy her a doll.

He just rolls his eyes and try’s not to laugh. She really is something else. But he knows that she’s genuinely mad at him and him not taking her seriously will set her off again.

Eventually, they make their way up to the front of the line to check out, and soon enough their heading back out to the car. Harry looks at her, as he’s loading all the groceries into the trunk of his car to see that she still has the same mean look on her face. “Y’gonna stay mad at daddy all day, huh?” He teases her solely for his own enjoyment, knowing she’s much to busy trying to have an attitude to laugh at anything he says. She nods silently, still refusing to speak to him. Harry can’t help but laugh at that, knowing that wasn’t true in the slightest. “Y’have to learn t’take ‘no’ for an answer, baby love.” He sighs.

When they’re in the car in the way home, Harry looks at her in the mirror, pulling some silly faces like he was doing earlier. She sees him, and while she was still trying to hold her angry face, he can see the smile tugging at her lips. He doesn’t stop until her scowl is completely replaced by a smile, her beautiful laugh ringing through his ears, making his heart flutter with joy.

“Ahhh, I thought you were mad!” Harry laughs, causing her to laugh along with him, knowing she failed her attempt at holding a grudge on him. “Are we gonna be friends again?” Harry asks jokingly. “Yeah, we’re friends again!” Alani states matter of factly, causing Harry to chuckle.

This child really was a little piece of work, but he loves her nonetheless.

“Good.”

[giggly-squiggily]

haiii!! little life update then some suna headcanons cuz i feel like it ^^ i had my first sleepover last night and it was so so fun, with my best friend and her 2 best friends ive talked to but had never met before. they were so welcoming n nice, they're the best <3

i've recently been gaining a small audience on tiktok for my art! feels super good to be appreciated by the art community :)

i'm also finding my style more! trying to accept that it's ok to not only have one style, and, as a nonbinary/trans masculine, that long hair too can be masculine. (desperately want to grow my hair out but so scared to be seen as more girly😣)

nowwww for suna!! i feel like he'd have like a little cousin or smth that's really quiet and he'd be super close w them. they have the type of relationship where it takes 30 mins to warm up at family gatherings n stuff but he loves them so dearly (this may be possibly reflecting off of myself and my wishes for an older role model to be friends w but never had ((i'm the oldest cousin)) so don't mind me🙈) and i feel like they'd do art and stuff together or go skating. he'd be the type to welcome them into his home if they're going through sum at their home. 😋

that's all!! i hope all is going well for you! don't know about you but i'm kinda excited for the colder weather to start, i love baggy clothes so it's pretty nice to curl up in a big ass t shirt and blanket n watch anime or play video games for a while.

Friend!!! :D I'm beyond happy to hear from you! :D That's freaking awesome you had your first sleepover! I'm glad you had a great time, and you met some really lovely people too!

Ahhh yeah!!! Look at you go on Tiktok! :D I'm glad you're getting appreciated by the community, and I'm thrilled to bits your art is being recognized! Keep on drawing and having fun!

That's really cool you're finding your style too! Having more than one style is totally valid, as is having long hair while identifying as non-binary/trans masc. Your choice on how to wear your hair or present yourself doesn't invalidate your identity. You are you, and you're amazing, worthy and enough. Anyone who says otherwise can go sit in syrup! Let the bees get them :3

OOOH THOSE SUNA HEADCANONS! That's so sweet- him being the family member his more reserved family member is close to! He's so chill and comforting; not necessarily doting on them but the one who sends funny videos to them at the most wild of hours. Like you said, he'd take them out for skating or mall trips- offer them a place to stay if things get messy. I like to think when he goes to college they still stay in touch; face timing every week and making plans to meet during breaks. He's just such a good guy!

Oh friend I am THRIVING in this chill! Sure, my fingers are frozen, and it's terrible to wash my hair in this weather (My hot water broke ToT As is life) but I love baggy hoodies and socks- hot drinks and my pets all cuddled up in bed with me (even if they take up the entire bed). The chilled out vibes of just curling up with our favorite game or show is just perfection! I hope you're doing alright friend!

Thanks for sharing friend! This made me smile like crazy reading it! I hope you have an amazing day!

[awkwardspontaneity]

Until The Battle Is Won

BOTW Link x GN!Sheikah!Reader

Final part of Memories of You!

Previous

AN: Hey everyone!! This is the final chapter of this story. I wanna thank everyone for sticking around with my lousy update schedule ':). Anyways, I've loved writing this story and I'm kind of sad to see it end but also I love this ending so much- even though it hurts. So grab some water, maybe a snack, some tissues, and strap in. This is long and pretty sad.

TW: gore, reader death, descriptive injuries

Summary:  The final battle is here. Hyrule is in ruins as Ganon tears through every defense they had and now, the final champions must protect their Princess in the race to deliver them to their destinies.

It was dark.

Link was running through the forest, another hand in his as Y/n led the way. Their white hair was a beacon amongst the trees as he surged to keep up with their gazelle-like pace. He was focused on keeping up with the Sheikah warrior when he felt the hand slip from his. Link skidded to a stop, shouting for Y/n over the pouring rain. He knelt in front of Zelda, watching as she dug her fists into the mud beneath her. “How did it come to this? The Divine Beasts. The Guardians. They’ve all turned against us. It was... Calamity Ganon.”

Y/n had made their way back to the pair, carefully falling to their knees beside Link. He felt their hand curl around his, sensing the turmoil in him. It was all falling apart around them. They had worked so hard, faced so many trials, and made so many friends. And it was all for nothing. The fight was stacked against them, so much so that even Link was feeling the knot in his chest. They all felt helpless.

“Mipha, Urbosa, Revali, and Daruk…trapped inside those things...” the princess let out a heart-wrenching sob. “It’s all my fault!”

As Zelda cried into her hands, Y/n reached out to pull them back down, carefully pulling away the strands curled into her fists. When watery green eyes met red, the young Sheikah gave a pained smile. They linked hands with the princess and the knight, giving them both a firm squeeze. “I know it feels like we’ve already lost, like everything we’ve done has been for nothing. But we can’t think like that. We have the power of the master sword and the sealing light of the Goddess. As long as we hold our heads high and give this fight everything we have, Hyrule will survive this.”

“But I can’t use the sealing power!” Zelda pulled her hands away, fisting them in her dress to stop the shaking. Maybe if she weren’t such a failure, Hyrule wouldn’t be in danger. Her friends wouldn’t have to give their lives to face that monster. Why couldn't she do this one thing right! “I’ve tried everything and still I keep failing. Because of me they’ll die fighting the very beasts they were meant to pilot!”

“None of us can save them!” Y/n was looking down at the ground and, even through the rain, they could feel the tears sliding down their cheeks. “We can’t go back from where we are. We don’t have the time or the ability to save them from those beasts. So we must move forward. If we give up now… everything we went through…everything they are going through... it will be for nothing. And Hyrule will fall.”

Zelda surged forward, collapsing in her friend's arms. She clung to both as a sob tore from her throat. None of them could be strong. Not strong enough. Pressing his hand against Zelda’s back, Link reached out and placed a hand on Y/n’s arm. His voice was gruff, the stress and pain of what they were about to do- what they had already done, was too much for any person to bear. “All that we can do is keep fighting for their sake. We have to keep moving or we lose. We can win. We have to.”

He met Y/n’s eyes and they gave him a soft smile. They pressed their hand against his back and the princesses shoulder drawing both pairs of eyes to them. “No matter what happens, our friends will be by our side. Their wills become ours. And when you face down Ganon, you won’t be doing it alone. You’ll have the love and support of all your friends. All of Hyrule. So save your tears until the battle is won.”

Zelda sniffled, bringing a hand up to wipe at her cheek- not that it did much help with how muddy they had gotten from being on the ground. She wanted so badly to give into the crushing weight of everything that had happened. Just this morning she had held hope within her as she climbed mount Lanayru and now… she had lost everyone she loved. Her kingdom had fallen along with her father. All she had left sat here before her. Gazing at her with matching weight on their shoulders. They too felt the chains of destiny closing in around them. But they stood tall. These two bore the weight of the world without complaint and now, they placed their belief in her. The failure of a princess would not fail again. She refused to fail her friends. “Then we have no choice. We have to fight for them… and for each other.”

Y/n smiled at the princess, carefully pulling the trio together so their heads touched. “When this is over we can do as many crazy experiments as you want.”

Laughter bubbled up amongst the trio, smiles breaking through the tough exteriors they had adopted the closer Calamity had gotten. Each of them had suffered at the hands of destiny, and now they would face what could be their final battle.

Y/n choked back a sob as they thought of the sacrifices that had brought them to this point. The sacrifices they would need to make to save Hyrule. All they wanted was for their friends to be able to look over their homes with smiles. For the weights to finally be lifted from their shoulders and allow them to live their lives without the looming threats of their destinies. They knew the knight and the princess could never go forward after all that had happened since Calamity broke through but, if there was something they could do to protect those they had left, Y/n would do whatever it took.

Link watched his friends with a tightness in his chest. They were ready to face Calamity Ganon. He would protect them in the final battle and, when the time came, they would finally be free of the weight of Hyrule. He stood up, reaching a hand to the princess to pull her to her feet. Y/n placed their hand on his cheek, wiping with their thumb as he watched them. They gave a smile and he knew. They had confidence in him. He never viewed himself as a hero, no matter how many times his partner had called him one. But when Y/n looked at him it was like that pressure lifted. Like he really could defeat Ganon. And he would. No matter how long the fight lasted. To finally be able to spend his days doing what he wanted with the person he loved. To be free.

The trio took off again, heading towards the castle. Y/n stuck close this time so they could discuss battle plans with Link. They knew the most Guardians were in the fields near the castle so they would need to find a way past them. They couldn’t release the Guardians from the corruption so they would have to destroy them if they were spotted. The question was if they could destroy that many.

Y/n was starting to wish they had Robbie's anti-Guardian weaponry, even if they weren’t perfected.

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The answer was no. They could not defeat the Guardians.

They had barely made it halfway through the fields before they were spotted. Once one Guardian had seen them, the rest followed. They were surrounded in seconds and, no matter how many Link and Y/n took down, it seemed like 5 more took their places. They were more than outnumbered. They were losing hope fast.

Y/n shot three bomb arrows into Guardians eyes, barely dodging blasts from two others. As the Guardians collapsed to the ground more followed. Mechanical limbs crushing their brethren to the ground with a deadly screech. They only cared to destroy the champions that stood below them. And it was starting to feel like they would.

Another blast echoed in Y/n’s ears and they felt the burn of the laser against their cheek. Too close! They knocked an arrow when the screech of metal sounded behind them. They barely managed to roll out of the way of a destroyed Guardian collapsing to the ground where they stood. They barely came up from the ground when they were knocked back down again.

“AHHH!”

Y/n could barely hear their scream over the shrieks of metal and the ringing in their ears. Flames crackled around them but the heat was nothing compared to the agony in their shoulder. They had been hit. Their skin still burned like thousands of needles pricking their way across their chest. They could feel nothing and everything at once. Like every nerve in their body was exposed and on fire. They couldn't focus, flames and metal blurring into one. It was over, wasn't it?

“-n… Y/n… Y/N!” Y/n felt the arms around them, a sob tearing through their throat as a hand brushed against the wound. Red eyes finally focused in on teary green orbs. It was only when their vision blurred did they realize tears were falling. The princess was crying too, shouting over the noise as the young Sheikah lay limp in her arms. Her hands slipped on the blood surrounding their shoulder and Y/n shot up with a silent gasp of agony.

“Y/N! You’re okay!”

Y/n stared at the princess in front of them. “Where’s Link?”

Zelda pointed to the center of the battle where the champion fought. Y/n shot to their feet, ignoring the pain that tore through them. They drew back their bowstring. “Whistle so he comes this way princess.”

She whistled as loud as she could and Link spun to the duo. His eyes widened as an arrow streaked past him and he took off. The champion slid behind the pile of fallen Guardians as the bomb arrow exploded. Dust and flames shot into the air creating a cloud over the battlefield.

Y/n ducked under the fallen Guardian with the others, heavy breaths escaping them all. It was only a moment. A single breath of time to plan their next move.

Link was the first to move, lunging forward to inspect his partner. He had seen them fall. Seen the princess holding them in her arms. And he had thought that was it. But here Y/n sat. Injured, but alive. And that was what mattered. That they were alive. He brushed hair away from their face with a shaky smile- honestly more of a grimace. He couldn’t find the words to explain his relief. How much he needed them and that he was happy they were okay, so he stuck with simple. “I love you.”

Y/n smiled back. They always knew what he meant, like they could read every thought in his head. They had felt it too. That moment of fear that they would never see each other again. But they were still here, giving him that goofy grin he loved so much. Despite their pain, Y/n was a rock- solid and unmovable. And they gave him hope. Y/n could smile at him and he could fight until his last breath. “I love you too.”

They sat in each other's arms, taking in the moment they had together. What could be their last moment with each other. Because Y/n had a plan.

“You have to go ahead without me.”

Y/n watched their friend’s faces morph to shock, then anger. Y/n knew they would fight the idea, but they had no choice. Even as their friends protested the idea, the Sheikah held up a hand. “If you and Zelda are to make it to the castle you need a clear path.”

“You can’t take on the Guardians alone!”

“It’s the only choice.”

“You said we fight together.” Y/n met Link’s eyes and they almost broke at the agony in them. They had never seen so much painted across his visage, the boy keeping a stoic face for the sake of his role. But here they were. There weren't enough words to describe the pain they both felt, physically and mentally. They were fighting on the losing side, and now they could lose each other? It was hard to see a point in the fight with so little left.

“Leaving you is my last choice… but I need you- both of you- to survive.”

“And what about you!?”

“I’M NOT THE CHOSEN ONE!” Y/n finally allowed the tears to fall. They didn’t matter. What mattered was guiding the chosen pair to Ganon. As long as Link and Zelda survived, they had completed their duty. Their life never mattered. It didn’t hold the same weight. Choking back their sobbing, Y/n tried to smile. They had their happy moments. Made friends. Fell in love. And now they had to fulfill their destiny. No matter how much it hurt. “Right now our destinies have to part ways… and I don’t know how long we’ll be apart. So I need you to keep fighting, even when I’m not beside you. Because together I know you can beat Ganon.”

“We shouldn’t have to leave you.” Tears were swimming in his cerulean eyes. The only thing that kept Link from crying was the promise he made. He wouldn’t cry until the battle was over. “I can’t lose you. You are my life… and I can’t live without you.”

“You can.” Y/n reached out, caressing his face in their hands. “You will… because I love you. I love you in this life, and the next, and every one that follows. I will stand by you until there isn’t a reason to fight and even then, I’ll stay with you. I. Love. You.”

Link surged forwards, pressing his lips against theirs. It was desperate. He needed to convey everything he felt in the few moments left. That they would stand together no matter what time they were in. They could be ripped apart or thrown through time, or even lose all their memories and they would still share this bond. As long as destiny brought them together, they would connect like perfect halves. They completed each other.

Link was the first to pull away, hands running through Y/n’s hair and over their face. It was like he was trying to memorize every detail about them. Like if he focused he could commit Y/n to memory. He needed to be able to find them again, even if it was only within his own thoughts.

“You need to go.” Y/n broke the trance, whispering the words neither of them wanted to hear.

They had to part ways.

Link pressed a final kiss to Y/n’s forehead before he stood up. Zelda lunged forward to hug the Sheikah, sobs escaping her. She squeezed so tightly Y/n had to bite their tongue to keep the whimper at bay as pain shot through their injuries. They would bare the pain for this moment with their friend. Pulling Zelda close to their form, Y/n whispered encouragement and thanks for their time together.

When Zelda pulled away, she wiped her tears before giving a grin. She may not hold the same belief in herself that the others did, but she would do what she could. She would hold onto the strength of her friends and use it as her weapon. Everyone had protected her for a reason. She would show them it was not in vain.

With their final goodbyes Link and Zelda took off, weaving through the corpses of Guardians. Y/n waited until they had reached the open fields before stepping out from their hiding spot and whistling. Mechanics whirred to life around them as Guardians rose to defense. Y/n drew back their arrows, white hot pain flaring as their shoulder stretched. This would be their final stand. They would give it their all, here and now, so their friends could go on.

The next few moments were a blur of exploding arrows, machines being crushed, and the blasts of lasers. Y/n couldn't keep track of how many times they had pulled back the string of their bow, loosing arrow after arrow in order to keep the masses of mechanical beasts focused on their being. They reached for their quiver once more, red eyes focused on the glowing eyes of the Guardians targeting them, only to come up empty. There were no arrows left.

There was no more hiding. All the Sheikah had left were the dual blades strapped to their side and the hope their speed would be fast enough to survive.

Y/n pulled out their blades, taking off towards the closest Guardian. They jumped up the front, thrusting their blade into its eye before flipping onto the next. The process of picking off Guardians continued as the Champion flipped and twisted their way through the masses of mechanical monsters.

Flipping off the top of a Guardian, the Sheikah noticed Guardians getting away from them. They had noticed the others! Y/n ran towards where their friends were and, in their panic, missed the giant arm heading their way.

CRUNCH

With a strangled cry, the Sheikah champion hit the ground. They tried to stand, curling in on themselves as they hit the ground again with a sob. There were too many. Y/n was exhausted. Everything hurt. So. Much.

Letting out a cough, Y/n felt a warm liquid trickle down their face. They could hear the Guardian closing in on them. The rest seemed to have lost interest when the champion fell, allowing this one to make sure it was for the last time. Propping themselves up, Y/n could see the red target on their chest. Mustering all the strength left in their body, they launched their sword at the Guardian. It struck the eye and, twitching in its failure, the beast fell. Unfortunately, this drew the rest of the Guardians back to the young Sheikah on the ground. Y/n fell back to the ground.

Thump.

Guardians picked their way over mounds of mechanical parts.

Thump.

Y/n closed their eyes.

Thump.

At least it didn’t hurt anymore.

BOOM!

Golden light erupted across the fields of Hyrule, extinguishing the flames and sucking the light from the Guardians deadly eyes.

It was warm.

Y/n smiled. Zelda had done it. She wasn’t a failure. She had unlocked her sealing powers and finally, Ganon would know defeat once more.

Y/n watched the clouds clear from the sky, stars beginning to light up the night. They supposed Ganon had pulled back from the golden aura. Maybe one day they could lay under the stars with Link. Swallowing the metallic taste of their blood the fallen warrior reached a hand up. They basked in the light of the stars twinkling above. It was like they were waving the champion up to their sides. As Y/n’s light faded, the stars grew brighter, blurring together into one light.

And with a soft breath, the Sheikah Champion allowed themselves to rest at last.

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100 years later Link stood there watching over the fields of Hyrule. Calamity Ganon had finally been defeated. Zelda was safe as was Hyrule. The duo had made their way down from the wreckage of the castle, ready to begin their new adventure. They were free of their destiny, but the memories would follow with them forever. The Hylian Champion felt a tug and he spun back to face the castle. There above floated the spirits of his fellow Champions. Finally free from the corruption of Ganon and his malice beasts. But what stole the breath from his lungs was the spirit of the one he loved- Y/n- floating there with a grin on their face. Noticing him watching, they sent him a goofy wave, knocking their spectral arm against Revali. Link let out a snort. They never changed. Their lights began to dim as the Champions began to walk away leaving him to watch their final goodbyes. He smiled softly as he saw Y/n mouth ‘I love you’, a hand pressing against their heart, something he was quick to respond to. With one last wave, the Sheikah Champion faded away. And as Link watched the spirits of his friends- his love- fade into light, he let a tear fall quickly followed by more.

The battle was won.

[shugojima]

𝗦𝘂𝗴𝗮𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗮 🍋♀️

Toys✔︎

Impact play✔︎

Soft Dom Suga✔︎

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Koushi was your boyfriend since 4 months, you met at a festival. He went with his friend  Daichi and you were out with your bestie.

Koushi helped you when he catched a thief trying to steal your phone and almost beat him up for it.

You started to talk a little and thanked him for his help. That's when it all started.

You two had a beautiful relationship. Everything seemed fine except for... well your sex life.

It's not that neither of you enjoyed it, you very much did. But you wanted some more spice and Koushi was more the type that's totally fine if he just gets to cum and doesn't miss out on his after sex cuddles.

But when you came up to him and said you wanted to try somthing new, he was both, concerned if you're even satisfied and curious about what you had in mind.

"I bought some things..." he said a little shy looking at the floor, a small bag in his hand.

"What did you buy?"

He didn't answer, instead he directed you to sit on his bed before he sat down himself.

He handed you the bag and when you looked inside your eyes widened.

"Wow. You really took it serious."

"Sure. I want you to be happy and feel amazing, sugar."

You gave him a quick kiss on his cheek and took out the first thing you saw.

"A... whip?"

"Is it too much?? We don't have to use it! I can ret-"

"Nooo it's fine ig... But... do you want to use it on me or am I using it on you?"

He smiles and his eyes were getting a bit darker. "You would use it on me?"

"No."

Laughing a bit he grabbed the bag and put it near the bed.

"You know now that I think about it lets just be the rest of it a surprise."

Pushing you down on the bed he started to trail kisses along your neck down to your breasts before he helped you getting rid of your shirt.

You loved the way he touched you. Hia hands were magic on your skin. The way he looked at you with this infinite love in his beautiful brown orbs.

"You look stunning, baby. Absolutely gorgeous." he said as he undressed himself, you watching his every move.

His collarbones... to his toned abs... and his v line. Down to his thick cock.

"My god" you muttered under your breath as you starred at his length in awe as if you didn't alread see it so many times, which made him laugh a little.

"You like what you see, baby?" You nodded blushing hard when he pulled up your skirt and squeezed your thighs a little.

"But first..." he pulled a blindfold out of the bag and put it on you before turning you around on your belly.

You heard the bag rattle again before you felt the cold sensation of metal on your hard buds when the thing around them squeezed them a little.

"I know your breasts are very sensitive so I thought this might be fun." he said as he adjusted them a bit, squeezing now a little harder as you moaned slightly.

"So that's what gets you going?"

Feeling his hand slowly trace down your waist, down to your pussy, he parted your lips and slid two of his fingers between them drawing circles around your clit. Squirming under his touch you felt his hot breath at your core as his digits found their way to your slick hole, slowly sliding in, making you grind on them.

"Koushi... I- nghhh.. need more.."

"Oh really? Fine.."

Hearing the bag rattle again he said "Open your mouth."

You did as you were told before he put a little, you were pretty sure, vibrator in your mouth.

"Make it wet enough for your tight little ass, babe."

Drooling over it he pulled it out and you soon felt it at your entrance as he pushed it inside making you moan.

"Nghhh Koushi~..."

"You like that? Want me to fuck you dumb with my thick cock while your other hole is stuffed too?"

Feeling yourself getting wet asf you nodded eagerly.

"Oh yea? Say it."

"I want... you to fuck me... nghh with my ass stuffed."

He smiled at your words "I see my litte girl is pretty desperate today."

You felt his tip at your soaked hole when he thrusted hard inside and you felt the thing in your ass vibrating. His slightly curved cock driving you crazy.

"AHHH GOD... Fucking hell.."

"Language, babe."

He kept on fucking you like that for the next 15 minutes. The vibration reaching his cock as well having him moan loudly.

God that was your favorite sound.

"Harder, Koushi... please.."

"Look how greedy my little girl is today."

He said as he turned you on your knees and grabbed the whip before he started rearranging your guts.

Your screams and the sound of his balls slapping against your ass filling the room as you felt the leather of the whip on your back, leaving red stripes on it.

"NGHAAAA FUCK."

"That wasn't even that hard. You probably need some training here huh?"

Bringing the whip down again and again, getting off on your screams, he felt himself getting close.

"Nghhh shit.. How are you still so fucking tight?" Throwing the whip aside he grabbed your hips and fucked himself hard into your pretty little pussy, hitting your spot evrey time. The vibrator moving in and out your other hole along with his thrusts.

"You take me so well, baby... fuck.."

His pace getting a little slower, but even deeper. With a final hard thrust he spilled his load deep inside you moaning your name. Pulling out he ordered you to turn around.

You did and he spread your legs sitting between them and started to move the vibrator inside your ass before you felt his tongue licking along your wet slit.

His hot breath against your clit, tongue swirling around it you grabbed his soft grey hair and pushed yourself onto his pretty face, sweet moans leaving your mouth.

"Fuck right there.. god...." you moaned as you felt yourself reach your high and when your were just at the peak, he pulled the vibrator out your ass, making you cum even harder.

Screaming and arching your back you came all over his mouth and he made sure not to miss out on any of your sweet juice.

Falling back into the sheets, he layed down beside you and looked at you, waiting for anything. Any kind of ressurance that you enjoyed it.

"Fuck. That was amazing."

Smiling bright he hugged you and pulled you close.

"I have another bag."