#max grinning from ear to ear: okay so like weveknowneachothersinceweweretwelveandheracedmeoffthetrackandnowwe'rebothinf1andilovehimsomuch

[valyrfia]

lestappen so sus they're getting hit with the PR relationship allegations

[young-dumb-and-vaccinated]

Hey 👋

I swear I'm addicted to your writing😁 Thank you for the amazing post❤

Can I request a usually calm reader coming home to Hanni and Wil with n bruise on their cheek and/or blue knuckles from n fight. And when they question reader they find out reader defended their relationship.

Or

Them reacting to reader with cigarette burn scars from childhood or self harm scars.

Sorry if it's specific I had a dream about the first one and I'm insecure about my scars😅 Also if it makes you uncomfy ignore me🤣

Have a wonderful day/night/afternoon💕

Hey anon, sorry it took me a hot minute to get to this. Hope you enjoy!

Gender neutral y/n comes home covered in bruises. Their lovers Hannibal and Will need to know why.

trigger warnings: blood, threats of violence, mention of firearms, stalking

You spit a mouthful of blood into the snow before you even thought about turning the doorknob. Any random passerby would look at you and think you were attempting to rob the place. You couldn't say you disagreed, though: your hood was pulled over your head and you held a tire iron in your singular non-bleeding hand.

You knew it wasn't wise to let the old-money Baltimore socialites catch you in such a compromising position, but you had to double-check your mental map of the house one more time. Hannibal would undoubtedly be cooking; hopefully so in his element that he wouldn't notice you slipping by. Will was the one you had to worry about. When it came to you, he'd become as alert as a German shepherd with protective instincts to match. Where he was in the house was anyone's guess, so you needed to be on guard.

You removed your heavy boots and opted to leave them outside. You then tossed the tire iron behind a nearby planter and slowly, quietly turned the knob. The door creaked as it opened, making you cringe. The sight of neither of your partners immediately running up on you was a bit of a relief; you hadn't been discovered quite yet.

You just needed to make it upstairs so you could barricade yourself in the master bathroom and use that oh-so-rare sliver of privacy to cover up your bruises. Then you could climb down the trellis, grab your shoes and make a proper entrance with hello kisses and whatnot.

"[F/N]?" Hannibal called out before you could even breach the threshold.

With no thought on your mind other than "fuck", you turned your head away from the direction you heard him. "Yeah, I'm home."

"I'd rush to give you a kiss, but I'm a little tied up at the moment." He said, undoubtedly grinning to himself as he trussed a chicken with sturdy cooking wire. "So you'll have to come to me."

"Oh, yeah." You called back. "Let me just get cleaned up first."

"If you insist." He said with a dramatic dip in his voice. "But hurry right back. Dinner is almost ready."

Hurdle one was cleared. Now all you had to do was clear the second, much higher hurdle.

You ascended the stairs, but forgot to skip that one consistently creaky step that always alerted the dogs. A small army of dogs came pouring into the upstairs hallway, blocked only by the baby gate Hannibal had installed as a compromise. Enthusiastic barks filled the foyer as you desperately tried to calm them down from the top step.

"Winston! Max! Harley!" You rattled off as many names as you could remember. "Hush, please!"

"[F/N]?" Will said, turning the corner.

You momentarily considered throwing yourself down the stairs. It would be easier to explain the bruises and you could still soak up that sweet, sweet throuple affection without having to tell a story that even you didn't entirely believe. Common sense, however, kept your feet firmly on the ground.

Will appeared in your line of sight. You pulled the brim of your hat down and stuffed your hands into your pockets. "I, uh- forgot how to open the gate again."

The dogs parted in Will's path and he looked at you with suspicion as he effortlessly opened the gate. "Is everything okay?"

You turned your head to the side. "I'm fine. It's just really cold outside."

"I'm sure those wet clothes aren't helping." Will cocked his head. "We can start by throwing that hoodie in the dryer-"

Before you could pull away, he pushed your hood and your hat off in one fluid motion. He knew what was going on.

"I'm no doctor, but I don’t think busted noses and black eyes are side effects of low body temperature." He said, folding his arms.

You put your hand up, unintentionally revealing the bruises on your knuckles. "You learn something new every day."

You tried to scoot past him, but he grabbed your hand and pulled you back.

"[F/N]--" Will said, a blistering fury beginning to percolate in his chest. "Who did this to you?"

"I ran into a bus stop." You lied, not even trying to make it sound believable.

"That bus wouldn't have happened to be headed to Dacula, would it?"

Your silence spoke louder than any excuse you could think of.

Will sighed. "Right. I think I know what happened."

"Will, I-" you protested.

"Save it for dinner." He scolded. "I'm sure Hannibal would love to hear this."

You'd been found out it was much worse than anticipated. You felt like you were on trial, which, given the circumstances, you could have actually been on trial in a real court of law on the charge of aggravated assault. However, that didn’t make you feel any better.

Hannibal demanded an explanation and couldn't wait until dinner. He was willing to let one of his culinary masterpieces burn in the oven, knowing of course that a much rarer delicacy was in the cards once you gave him a name.

He brushed his finger over an open cut under your eye. A light click of his tongue reached your ears as he examined your face.

"Give us a name, love." Hannibal probed, holding your jaw between his fingers and following the trail of bruises down your neck. "Who did this to you?"

"It's not a big deal, really." You assured him, squirming against his grip. "I started it."

"Now that, I find hard to believe." Hannibal contested. "You're not a preemptive strikes kind of person."

"Nor would you go all the way to Dacula to throw a few punches." Will added, approaching you with an ice pack.

"Okay, so maybe I finished it." You corrected.

Hannibal smiled proudly to himself. "That's more like it."

"What exactly did you finish?" Will asked, gently placing the ice against your bruised knuckles.

You sighed. You mentioned Dacula once and they already knew the answer. They were just waiting to hear you say it.

"My ex-boyfriend, Sidney." You leaned back on your one good wrist. "He was a being a completely irredeemable shit, as usual-"

"Details, darling." Hannibal said in too singsongy of a voice than was really appropriate while wrapping your hand in gauze.

"Acting entitled, talking like I belonged to him-"

"You have no idea how little that narrows it down." Will shook his head.

You were compelled to agree, but couldn't bring yourself to admit that and the fact that you ever dated Sidney in the first place. "Right."

"That isn't out of character for him." Hannibal said.

"And certainly not enough to make you willingly drive back out to cousinfuck nowhere to beat him up." Will finished.

"I didn't go out there with the intent to beat him up!" You contested. "He said that if I could meet him for coffee he'd never speak to me again. I know it's a lot of gas money, but I really was gonna hold him to the whole 'never speaking to me again' bit."

"So what happened?" Will asked, growing impatient.

You looked at the ground, embarrassment stopping the words at the tip of your tongue.

"Somehow, he caught a whiff of our... arrangement." You tightened your hands into frustrated fists. "And he made some really shitty comments about... you."

Hannibal and Will exchanged looks. They let the silence linger, urging you to fill it.

"He went into obscene detail about how mmf threesomes are his favorite category of porn," you tried not to gag as you recalled the disgusting details. "And then said if I 'let him watch', he wouldn't tell the local baptist church that I was a whore-"

"The man is a pig." Hannibal said, matter-of-factually.

"I got up to leave." You continued. "Obviously. Then he said he knew where you lived. Announced it to the whole diner. Started to go through his list of semiautomatic weapons. So to make sure he knew I meant business-"

"You threw the first punch." Hannibal finished the thought for you.

You nodded. "Naturally."

Will smiled to the floor and pushed his glasses up his nose. "I would have loved to see that."

"As much as it pains me to say," Hannibal began, resignedly agreeing. "It's only fair that you stand up for us the way we stand up for you. From time to time."

Will brought your bruised knuckles to his lips. "Though we desperately need to teach you how to dodge. Because the next time you come home covered in scratches, someone will pay."

You took both of their hands. "I should get beat up more often."

[full-cowlings]

Vibrator Torture - Adult! Izuku Midoriya x Reader SMUT

For legal purposes, the characters will be old enough that they graduated U.A and are now pro heroes. 

NSFW Content ahead.

“You want me to use what!?” Y/N exclaimed, looking at her green haired lover.

 “I want to use this on you in public…” Izuku explained shyly, holding up a small pink remote controlled vibrator.

“B-but why?!” She exclaimed again.

“Please, Y/N, just this once. If you don’t like it, we never has to do this again!” He pleaded, looking at her with ‘innocent’ eyes. 

The girl sighed and nodded in defeat. “Fine… just this once!”

 “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” He peppered her face in small, gentle kisses. His lover laughed softly, “our safe word will be ‘red light’, that way it’s like a traffic light.” He smiled. 

“O-okay.” Y/N agreed, still slightly hesitant with this whole idea.

She took the toy from him, walking into the washroom to insert it into herself. She came out from the washroom to see Izuku already ready to leave.

 They were going to a café to meet up with their old friends from school, Uraraka, Iida and Todoroki.

 “Ready?” Izuku asked, “yeah, I am.” Y/N replied, slipping her shoes on. 

Izuku nodded, taking the remote to the vibrator off the counter and slipped it into his pocket. 

“Lets go then.” He smiled, offering her his hand.

 She gladly took it and they walked out the door, locking it behind them and started walking in the direction of the café.

 “I still can’t believe you let me do this.” Izuku chuckled in slight disbelief. 

Y/N looked over at him and quickly kissed his cheek, “that’s because I love and trust you… and I’m willing to give it a try if you really want to.” She smiled softly. Izuku beamed an adorable flashy grin in reply.

They soon arrived at their destination, seeing their friends sitting inside already. They walked into the small café at the corner of the street, the smell of coffee and different small baked treats filled their noses as soon as they entered. 

“Hey guys!” Izuku called out to the booth, sliding in with Y/N.

 “L/N! Deku!” It feels like it’s been so long since we saw you last!” Uraraka exclaimed, looking at them with a bright smile.

“It has been a while has…” Y/N was mid sentence when she felt the vibrator turn on, starting to stimulate her clit.

“Hasn’t it?” She finished. The three of them looked at her, slightly confused but Izuku paid no attention to it. 

The small talk went on for a while, the vibrator only on the first setting, before Todoroki turned to Y/N. 

“So L/N, how has your agency been going? I heard you started one of your own, yes?” He asked.

Y/N nodded, “it’s been going fairly well! I’ve been told they are a few students interested in going to my agency for their own work agency!” She exclaimed, her eyes shining. 

As her and Todoroki kept talking, Izuku slipped his hand back into his pocket, gripping the remote and turning it up a notch again.

 Y/N started to shift in her seat, starting to feel more arousal and the need to release more than before now. 

“Are you okay, L/N?” Iida asked her. She went to reply, but Izuku turned the toy up again to the max speed.

This caused her to let a small moan slip and she immediately closed her mouth, nodding to signal she was okay.

They all looked at her, confused and worried, while Izuku just smirked. To make matters worse, Izuku slowly started bring his fingers closer to her cunt, slowly rubbing her from outside her clothing.

Y/N started squirming again, luckily they were talking amongst themselves so they didn’t notice this time. 

Y/N sent a glare towards Izuku, to which he just beamed seemingly innocently. Soon the others started talking to them again, it was becoming harder and harder for Y/N to stay still, so desperately wanting a release.

 Suddenly, the teasing of Izuku's fingers and the vibrator got to much for her. “Red light! Red light!” She called up, standing up and grabbing Izuku’s hand.

Izuku smirked in victory as she finally broke, “sorry guys, I just got a text message from my agency, we have to go.” Izuku said calmly, knowing exactly what he was doing.

The others looked at them confused, however they nodded and they bid the couple farewell. 

Y/N walked into the washroom, shutting the door and locking it. “Please Izuku, I need to release! Please let me!” She cried, clearly sexually frustrated.

“Okay, you’ve been a good girl, come here.” He said softly, picking her up and placing her on the counter of the sink. 

Izuku stood in between her legs, kissing her passionately. Y/N whimpered against his lips, sloppily grinding against his thigh, trying to relief the sexual frustration she was in.

 Izuku brought his one hand down to her clothed clit, rubbing it roughly, the other arm groping her breast. 

Y/N moaned in ecstasy, feeling the knot starting to form in her stomach. “P-please, let me cum!” She moaned.

“Cum for me baby girl.” He whispered into her ear, biting and sucking on her neck and collarbone, leaving several dark hickeys.

That was enough to push her over the edge, she moaned loudly, clasping a hand over her mouth to try to quiet herself down as she rode out her orgasm.

 Her vision doubled as she started to see stars as she came down from her high.  

Her juices seeped through her underwear and down her thighs, the skirt she was wearing not concealing it at all.

 “Good girl.” He whispered hastily. “Let’s get you cleaned up and then we can leave.” She nodded, her breath ragged and knees shaky from the intense orgasm. 

Izuku turned the vibrator off, grabbing tissue and cleaning her thighs. “You were such a good girl for me, baby.” He smiled.

 She only nodded in reply. Izuku helped her get off the counter and held her hand. “Lets go home.” She nodded again, heading towards the door.

Izuku stopped her before leaning into her ear, “then I can give you a better orgasm then that silly toy could ever.” He smirked, leaving her a blushing mess as he walked out the café washroom. 

[fanficsandfluff]

A Moment in Comfort

A/N: So this was supposed to be a drabble, but I don't think they can be over 1,000 words so here we are. A very hastily written, zero plot fic with our three Spideys. I hope the numbering doesn't make it too confusing, as I kept it to how they called themselves in the movie. Not my best work, but I think it'll make some people happy.

I was desperate for non-reader fluff with the boys so I had to satiate myself in some way. Hope this inspires some of you to also write! Enjoy!

Fandom: Spider-Man: No Way Home

Character(s):

Peter/Peter 1 = Tom Holland

Peter 2 = Tobey Maguire

Peter 3 = Andrew Garfield

Words: 1,161

"I love you guys."

The "Thank you's" were simultaneously the two opposing H's: hilarious and hurtful.

He meant it! What else was he supposed to say, opening up and laying his heart out on the floor like that hours after meeting his two others?

"You don't seem too... here right now, Pete," Peter 2 laid out his thoughts while the three Spider-Men were sitting in Peter's living room in various chairs and sofa.

"Hm? Why?" Peter 3 snapped his head towards the older Peter, "What? Pffft," he ran fingers through his hair now, "No, I'm here. Here."

"What were we just talking about?" tested Peter, sitting cross-legged on his cushy chair, a smile across his lips.

"You know... Spider-Man stuff."

Both Peter and Peter 2 snickered at that.

"Okay, ha ha," Peter 3 rolled his eyes but had to grin softly at the others' teasing.

"Weaknesses," Peter 2 updated him on their current topic of conversation.

"Right, yeah, I don't think much. Crippling self-deprecation at times."

"Anxiety," Peter chimed in, nodding.

"I had a whole existential crisis once that wiped out all my powers."

"Really!?"

"No way..."

"But no one is, like," Peter tried to come up with a way to say it, "No electricity means no powers? Like Max?"

"Sometimes there are guys that are just too big and powerful, so that can be rough," Peter 2 added on, glancing Peter 3's way, "I think we lost him again. Hey," Peter 2 chucked a couch pillow at him, and Spidey Senses be damned, it smacked him right in the face.

Peter hunched over laughing at that. Peter 3 didn't seem too phased, now pulling out a loose feather from the pillow, "Okay, what? You want me to say there's like a food that saps my webs or something? No, there isn't," now he started to chuckle in slight exasperation as the other two Peters were giggling amongst themselves, "I don't know, you know?"

"Yeah we're all just waiting for that one Spider-Man allergy," Peter giggled.

"No, I got it. We're all just really ticklish or something," Peter 2 made himself laugh a bit more at that add in.

Peter immediately flushed red but giggled in tandem. Peter 3, however, lit up like a Christmas tree, ears and nose blushing pink.

"Ha, yeah," he choked out, clearing his throat.

"Oh," Peter 2's abject coolness when he uttered that sound sent a shiver down Peter 3's spine. Then he cocked his head.

Oh no.

Stillness.

Then...

THWIP

"Woah! Hey hey hey!" Peter 3 scrambled to pull his wrist up from the chair arm while Peter 2 swooped up to him.

"Just testing the theory, Peter," Peter 2 immediately started poking at the exposed parts of Peter 3's abdomen.

"Nonono, nah, hold ohohon! Wait, Peter! Not cool!"

"Hold on!" Peter ran over and grabbed Peter 3's other wrist and held it down to the other arm of the chair, thwipping one other web for good measure.

Peter 3 was mentally falling apart. Wait, yeah, probably physically, too. He was sweating and he couldn't stop smiling.

Peter 1 and 2 glanced at each other, both grinning. They could all sense it at once.

"You don't mind this," Peter pointed out gently, "Right?"

"Wh--wha," Peter 3 stuttered, fingers curling and uncurling where they were pinned by the wrist, "W-We were talking about weaknesses like two seconds ago. How did we end up here? Huh? Explain, cuz-cuz I am not-nohohot--Hey! You-pfffff--" he threw his head back when Peter 2 started to pinch at his side, biting his lip without abandon.

"You've got a sinister side, Peter 2," Peter joked.

That made Peter 2 scoff, "Really? No, I'm probably the tamest out of the three of us. Honest. Just something about us being here together, it's... nice. Bringing out different sides of me. Now, are you gonna help or what?"

Peter beamed.

"Mehehean!" Peter 3 squeaked out, arching his back and legs squirming every direction in the seat.

Peter brushed his fingers back and forth around Peter 3's neck, all while Peter 2 zeroed in on his bottom ribs.

Squirming definitely increased at this point.

"I caha--I can't! Guhuhuys!" Peter 3 was snickering and laughing within seconds.

"Hmm. This does seem like a pretty big weakness, Pete," Peter 2 taunted.

"NO!" Peter 3 cinched his body as hard as he could when he felt Peter's hands wandering down from his neck, "NohoHO hey! No, please, wahahait!"

"Yeah, seriously. I thought I was bad," Peter stated, trying to force his fingers into Peter 3's well-guarded armpits.

"Nuh-uh, no wahay," Peter 3 was smiling like a fool. He knew he looked silly because he felt silly, just sitting there like that. He tried making eye contact with Peter 2 who stopped his tickling when Peter made his comment.

"Plehease. Please, just-- I can bargain, huh? Let's um let's just change the subject. You let me out and we move on. Watch a movie! Yeah! Pehete, don't look at me like that, come ohohon, man!"

Peter 2 had just smiled, that was it. He leaned in closer to Peter 3's face which prompted him to beg again, "Just making sure of something."

"I don't mind it, alright!? Is that what you wanted to hear? Yeah, it's fine, just... intense! I haven't been tickled in a really long time so just go easier. Please?"

"Wow," Peter sat back on the floor at this moment, "You didn't even have to convince him or anything. How'd you do that?"

Peter 2 merely shrugged, ripping Peter 3 free from his web binding, "I think I'm just a guy you can open up to."

Peter 3 was rubbing his wrists now, feigning that they hurt to try and make the two others feel a little guilty.

"It's all part of how he makes his own web. It's like a hypnosis stare or something."

"That's what the media thinks I have!" Peter exclaimed.

Peter 3 had now joined the other Peters on the floor. They shared in a silence for a short while before Peter 3 spoke again, "Thanks."

"No problem," Peter 2 grabbed his shoulder, giving it a squeeze.

"Ow!" Peter 3 recoiled in surprise when he felt another poke to his side, this time from Peter only. The youngest started giggling again.

"I'm sohorry, I had to."

"Yeah? Come here," Peter 3 crawled for Peter but the other jumped away. Peter 3 webbed a pillow and slung it at him as a distraction before chasing. Shrieking and more laughter followed.

When Peter 3 said he always wanted brothers... Yeah, he wasn't bullshitting. This was the happiest he'd been in a long time. When all three of them lay on the floor, panting, smiles painting their faces, Peter 3 reiterated without prompting or deep thought, "Love you guys."

"Love you, too," Peter shoved his arm with a small laugh of his own.

Peter 2 returned the sentiment with a huge ruffle to Peter 3's hair.

[milazka]

not the greatest feeling ever | 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝.

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summary: fuck it, i’m not doing a summary, i’m so bad at it. oh! there’s smut btw.

warnings: smut, cursing, mentions of blood, underrage drinking

last thought: i’m proud of this one, took me a lot of time to write, but i think it was worth it! enjoy your reading! love, milz.

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The gentle breeze twirls her golden locks in all directions. She hums the lyrics of You never can tell, having watched Pulp Fiction for the hundredth time last night. Her irises are fixed to the slightly damp roadside covered with fresh fallen leaves from this morning rainstorm. The last rays of sunlight caress her baby-like skin as they disappear into the horizon, painting the sky in a mixture of orange and rose. 

���C’mon grandpa, you’re slow as hell!” she teases Marcus, turning her head back to stick her tongue out at him. Standing on his skateboard, he sends her the finger, scraping the pavement with his over-used black vans to gain speed and eventually catch up with her. 

“That’s how the turtle won the race, dumbass,” he gently nudges her shoulder with his hand as he rides his board besides her. She gives a sharp turn of the handlebars to move her tires out of the sand and back on the pavement, giving him a death glare. 

“I almost fell in the ditch, shithead!” he simply laughs, his head falling backward. His dark colored hairs, normally slicked back, are ruffled by the warm September wind, giving him a laid back look that fits him perfectly. She adores hearing his laugh; it's one of the purest and most delightful sounds. It was only recently that she heard him laugh again, having not heard it for months after the day they lost the third musketeer of their trio. It was one of the hardest moments of their lives, but sharing this kind of experience brought them closer than ever. Charlie was there for him when he hit rock bottom, stroking his back while he cried on the shower floor, freezing water running down their damped bodies. She was also by his side the first time he went to therapy, soothingly squeezing his hand before he entered the office.

“If someone had to fall in a ditch, it would be me.”

“You know that Max and I made bet on how long it would take you to fall in a ditch?” she replies, checking his reaction at the corner of her cerulean eyes. He grins. 

“How much did you bet?” he curiously asks, one eyebrow arched. 

“Fifty bucks,” his eyes almost snap out of their sockets. He stops, stepping off his board.

“Fifty bucks?! That’s insulting, thought I was worth more than that,” he shouts as she makes a u-turn, retracing her steps, stopping in front of him.

“I’ll give you half of it if you wait ‘till June,” Charlie sarcastically says to him, elbows leaning on the handlebars of her bicycle. He caught a glimpse of light in her gaze; a twinkle of amusement he always finds in the corners of her softly crinkled eyes when she smiles truthfully.

“Deal,” he winks at her, drawing a small laugh from her slightly parted lips. He picks up Charlie's polaroid from the basket at the front of her bike, signaling for her to ride so he can immortalize the moment for her. Marcus knows she keeps those famous polaroids in an old converse box as a source of happiness; they're memories of moments she doesn't want to forget. 

He takes the little camera to his eyes, snapping a picture when Charlie turns her head to the side to look at him, smiling like there is no tomorrow. As the picture is slowly developing, he hears a squeal of tires and a squeal of surprise from the distance. 

“Fuck Charlie!” he shouts, running towards her as she sits, holding firmly her right forearm. His heart tightens at the sight of her painful face, her traits are torn by pain and he can see tears gathering at the corner of her squinted blue eyes. Marcus hates to see her in pain; he knows she's not the type to complain about anything so when he sees her azure eyes filling with water, he knows it's serious. 

“You got a few scratches,” he whispers, running his eyes over her legs and arms. “We’ll go to your house and clean you up, okay?” she nods, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand. Marcus tucks his skateboard under his arm, grabbing the handlebars and seat of Charlie's bike simultaneously.

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“Hold still,” his hazel eyes are focused on the mid-depth cut on her forearm. His bushy eyebrows furrowed, giving him a severe, almost cold sober look. She takes a big gulp of the rich whiskey she borrowed from her father's secret stash. 

“Oh fucking hell!” she swears between her clenched teeth when the rubbing alcohol makes contact with the exposed flesh of her forearm. “That’s not the greatest feeling ever,” she whimpers, her forehead resting on his shoulder covered by his green olive shirt. 

“I know, angel, I know,” he runs his hand through her blonde hair, gently stroking her scalp in a soothing way. She keeps her head resting against his shoulder, holding back the tears that threaten to run down her flushed cheeks.

“I’m usually the one taking care of you,” he knows it refers as much to all the times he fell off his skateboard as it does to when he hit rock bottom when their friend passed away. Charlie isn't used to being taken care of; she has always been able to look after herself without anyone's help.

Crying is for the weak.

She swallows her tears, putting her mask back on with a slight smile.

“Your new neighbor saw me fall,” she changes the subject, pausing to take another gulp directly from the whisky bottle. “Great way to make a first impression,” a light laugh escapes from her lips, but she halts when she notices his gaze turning away almost discreetly. “What’s wrong?” 

Over the years, she has learned to read him like the palm of her hand; she knows he looks away to the left when he is hiding something from her and that he scrapes the back of his neck when he is embarrassed.

“I-I had sex with her,” he blurts out, avoiding her gaze while he still applies pressure on the bandage covering the wound on her forearm. 

“Holy shit,” her eyes widened, not expecting this kind of disclosure. “Wait, what about Padma?” 

“You know she is not my girlfriend, Charlz,” he sighs, finally sustaining her non-judgmental azure irises. It' s one of the things he likes about her; she never judges him and even if she did, he wouldn't know since she hides it so well. 

“Was it good?” she does not insist about Padma, knowing perfectly well that she is the first one to know. He doesn't answer, looking thoughtful as if a million thoughts are running through his head. He steals the bottle of alcohol from her, gulping down a few ounces of the throat-burning liquid.

“What aren’t you telling me, Marcus?” 

He shuts his eyes, exhaling loudly.

“I don’t know if I was good… God, I don’t even know if she came!” her heart tightens; he looks distraught and she knows that this is a big deal to him, after all, he just lost his virginity. He breathes heavily, his jaw as tightly clenched as his fists.

“Show me.” 

“What?!” he opens one eye, eyebrows furrowed as if he was questioning if she was being serious.

“Show me what you did, I’ll tell you if it’s good,” 

“You’re drunk, Charlz…I don-” he stops as soon as her silver rings coated hands grip the hem of his olive shirt, grazing the soft skin of his lower abdomen with her fingertips. Sitting on her knees, she brings her head up to his neck, pressing her lips against the skin. The feeling of her wet lips on his burning skin sends a shiver running through his spine. 

“I’m sober enough to remember everything and give you my consent,” she whispers to his ear and he almost moans when she slightly nibbles his lobe. Her hands slips to the back of his neck, forcing him to hover over her as she lies on her back.

Both his hands are lingering on the buckle of her belt, struggling to undo it. She clutches his chin with one hand, plunging her reassuring gaze into his. He looks nervous, his hands trembling slightly when he takes off her jeans. She presses her lips to his Adam's apple, feeling him tense up at first, but relax as she sensuously slides her tongue up to his sculpted jaw.

“A-are you good with two figers?” he nervously asks, his right hand resting on the edge of her panties. 

“Yes,” he hesitantly slips his hand into her panties, parting her legs with his other hand before sliding his index and middle fingers up and down her folds.  She can see him blush when an almost quiet moan escapes her lips at the feeling of his fingers inside her core. He pumps them in and out slowly, as if he was afraid to hurt her.

“Try to curl them in a ‘come here’ movement,” she demonstrates with her own fingers. He nods and mimics her actions, making her whimper under him. 

“That feels good,” she encourages him. “What did you do next?” she softly asks, rubbing her thumb against his cheek to sooth him. 

“Hum, well, we-um, you know, did it,” he says, blushing like a little child who just got his first kiss with the popular girl. 

“You didn’t go down on her?” she asks, looking quite shocked. He seemed clueless. “I mean, you didn’t use your mouth?” 

“Uh no, should I have?” 

“You boys really know nothing about female pleasure,” she sights. “Try watching lesbian porn next time, you will learn A LOT more,” He almost chokes, not expecting to hear this come out of his best friend's lips while his fingers are still inside her. They've always been comfortable with each other, but not to the point of talking about the kind of porn they listen to. The idea of her best friend watching porn and getting herself off almost made him cum in his pants.

“You do know what a cunniligus is, right?” 

“God, Charlz, I’m not five years old! Yes, I know what it is!” he exclaims, his ego lightly bruised by her question. 

“Well, show me then, playboy,” she challenges him, a cocky smile slipping on her lips. the alcohol going slightly to her head.

He pulls her to the edge of the mattress, kneeling at the foot of the bed between her legs. His lips kiss the skin on the inside of her thighs, sucking it until he sees a dark red mark appear. He gets rid of her underwear in the blink of an eye  before placing her legs over his shoulders. He darts his tongue out of his mouth, licking a long strip between her folds without giving her the chance to acknowledge what was going on. He stops once his tongue rests on the bundle of nerves, licking around it in a circular motion.

“Fuck,” she moans. “I wasn’t expecting that.”

“You really think I've never watched lesbian porn?” he teases her, biting the inside of her thigh, making her body jolt. He dives back his head to her core, sucking her clit into his mouth.

At leats he know where the clit is.

"Oh my god Marcus," she moans, squirming against his grip. He places his arm over her lower abdomen, pinning her body against the mattress. She can feel his two fingers sliding back into her core, the sudden feeling causing her hips to buck up against his face.  

“Are you gonna be a good girl and cum for me, hun?” he praises her, fingers curling inside her just like she taught him. She could barely feel herself, letting out a series of high-pitched moans as Marcus tongue was working on her bundle of nerves. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” she whimpers, her head pressed down against the matress. Her fingers tangle in his dark hair, tucking at the roots as she let out a cry, the euphoric feeling taking over her body for a moment. Marcus looks up to see her eyes shut tightly, her legs shaking on his shoulders. He can feel her core pulsating around his fingers as she comes down from her high.

He took a mental picture of her, engraving this moment in his memory forever.

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taglist; @cognacdelights @ellegotohell @janedartist

[soyouthinkucanwrite]

I can be your mirror - Daniel Ricciardo smut!

You feel insecure when you see his ex's instagram and Daniel decides to show you why you don't need to be

Warnings: smut! unprotected sex, low self esteem, etc

You were just chilling in the hotel bed, scrolling through your phone while Daniel finished taking a shower. It was Thursday night in Hungary, and media day was relatively calm (all eyes were still on Max and Lewis, after the whole Silverstone incident).

Your relationship was still new, you guys had just went public a couple months ago, and you liked that you were still discovering things about each other everyday, like how he prefers his eggs in the morning or that small scar under your chin he just noticed yesterday. Yet, some things weren't as fun to find out, like what his exes looked like.

A few fan accounts had started following you, including some F1 WAGs accounts, and you followed some of them back - you wanted to the updated, after all (or at least that's what you told yourself). The thing is, comparisons were inevitable to you - no matter how much you tried to be reasonable, low self esteem was always an issue to you. When a WAGs account posted about Daniel's ex hanging around in the paddock today and how cute her outfit was, you quickly found yourself clicking on the tag and stalking her ig. Perfect. Fucking perfect. You just have to set your own heartbreak up, don’t you? If at least you could let life do that, but no, you had to go and fall for the guy with the instagram models as his exes. You smiled ironically to yourself.

"Did you see Max shutting down that reporter on the press conference today?" Daniel said walking out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his torso and another drying his hair. You quickly locked your phone and looked up, startled like a kid caught with their hands on the cookie jar.

"Hum?" you asked him.

“What were you looking at?” he grinned you, throwing himself on the bed and sitting by your side.

“Nothing” you answered quickly, looking away.

“Don’t be like that. Tell me” he asked again, nudging you with his head.

“It’s nothing Dan, just silly old instagram”

“You wanna know one of the things I love most about you?” He asked before continuing. “You don’t really have filters. And even when you try to hide what you’re thinking, your face and body gives you away” He said. “That’s why you’re so perfect, you’re genuine” he touched your nose with his. “Let’s be honest with each other. Tell me what’s going on in there” Then he tried to lighten the mood saying "Can't be shirtless pictures of me that got you smirking, cause here I am in the flesh for you" you rolled your eyes but smiled at him.

“I’m laughing at myself” You said and he just looked at you, waiting for you to continue. “I’m setting myself up for heartbreak, more and more, and it’s just like me”

“What you’re talking about?”

“Please don’t say it’s stupid” you said before continuing. “You’re like, a rock star… fast cars, VIP, supermodels… these stuff are routine for you, you have the most interesting life. And you could have any girl. And your exes are like movie stars, fucking supermodels, and I'm not sure how much longer till you realize that and just, you know” you said gesturing to yourself and waving your fingers in front of your throat like who says 'abort mission'.

"I should know better, I really should and this might be nothing, but the deeper we get in this, the harder it's to wrap my own head around it and it’s so stupid, but how can anyone compete with that?” You weren’t making any sense, you knew and he was looking at you with his eyebrows raised and lips pressed, like he was holding a smile. “I’m rambling, forget I said anything it's so stupid” You said hiding your face behind your hand.

“I thought you said it wasn’t stupid” He said opening up a smirk and you opened your fingers to look at him. He pulled your hand down. “But you’re right, it is fucking stupid, because there’s no competing with you. I don’t care if I have to repeat that a thousand times for you to believe me, I mean…you had to have a flaw, huh?” You turned your head to the side. “This insecurity of yours, that you’re not good enough, it’s just the most crazy thing ever. Because I feel exactly the same. I’m the one that’s not good enough for you. You’re so smart, and good and you actually do good in the world. I’m just the lucky bastard that got picked to drive in circles around the world”

“You know that’s bullshit” You said.

“I’m serious. This whole stuff, fame, whatever… doesn’t mean anything. It’s just not real. I’m glad I realized that when I did” you were watching him intently. “Racing, challenging myself, working with the team, you... what we have, those are the stuff that are real to me, what really matters".

"Okay" you nodded agreeing.

"If you must to know, the reason why I didn’t work out with anybody else, it’s because we were never more than fuck buddies. Those girls are great fun, but they're more worried about showing than being, you know? And I’m not really interested in talking about them because it doesn’t mean anything, but I’ll tell you anything you ask me” You were dying to ask him more, to know every little details and to learn from their mistakes, but you knew you’d become obsessed with comparing yourself to them and didn’t he just tell you he wasn’t interest in anything about it?

“Sorry” you said quietly.

“What for?”

“Being a nag. Killing the mood” he smiled.

“Don’t-” “you-” “dare-” He kissed your face in between every word. “apologizing-” “for-” “your-” “feelings” he pulled away and looked at you. “Specially not to me. I meant it, let’s be honest, huh?” you nodded smiling back at him. “And if I’m ever a dick, please tell me before screw things up. This is not nothing, okay?”

“Okay”

“And I’m flattered you think I could have any girl” he said grinning. “I mean, I AM pretty hot, but-”

“Shut up. You know I’m right”

“Maybe any girl who cares about that stuff, and my amazing six pack” he says laughing and kissing you.

“And hard butts” you replied laughing and reaching to squeeze his, playfully.

“And hard butts” he agreed, rolling so he was on top of you.

“Those girls are usually the hottest”

“Do you honestly don’t have a mirror at home?” he said pulling away slightly from you. “It’s okay baby” he said in your ear, lifting your shirt over your head, then nibbling at your earlobe, making you moan. “I can be your mirror” he said in a low voice, taking your hands over your head and pinning them with his own.

Then he used his knees to push your legs apart. You were following his face, trying to kiss his mouth but he was holding you down, his lips barely touching your skin now, him hovering over your neck, your collarbone, your exposed breasts. You were squirming now, trying to get some release. He just wouldn’t let you have any yet.

“You have the most amazing skin” he begin saying. “So soft” he looked up to you, you had your eyes closed now. “The most amazing boobs. Fucking perfect tits, so round… and these perking nipples, so hard when you’re turned on” his lips touched your breasts lightly, barely.

“Your hair always smells so good, it’s the perfect frame for your perfect face” He went up again and kissed your lips, biting them lightly and dragging them out. “I love your lips, I love how plumped they are. I’m kind of jealous actually” he chuckled and you opened your eyes rolling them. “And those eyes. Fuck, I know it’s the first thing anyone notices about you, isn’t it? Are you sick of it by now? So big and green. I love seeing them rolling back when you come” he brought one hand down, pulling your pijama pants down and holding both of your hands up with only one of his. “I’m getting there in a minute” he said grabbing your pussy. “I just want to tell you about your ass first” he said sliding his hand through your hips until he reached your ass, grabbing it then releasing to give it a slap. You let out a yelp. “You in the mood for a little rough love?” he slapped you again and you smiled through your moan, this is so hot. And the best part of it was that no one else knew this side of his, just you. It's petty yeah, but you decided to indulge yourself in that thought.

“I love your ass, I swear I was trying to be respectful today, but you were such a tease, on those little shorts, made me hard as soon as you walked in the paddock” he went down to suck your left boob in his mouth and you were so sensitive you couldn’t help but moan, loudly. “Yeah baby, let me hear you. Let everyone hear you” He said releasing your boob and nibbling at it. “I saw how the guys were staring at your ass today. Fuckers, couldn’t help themselves. Let them stare…as long as they know who you belong to” he said leaning down to suck on your other boob. “Tell me who you belong to” his voice was so low.

“Uh…you” You were a moaning mess.

“Huh?”

“You, Daniel! I’m yours”

“That’s right”

“Please” you begged.

“What is it? What you what baby?” he whispered against your skin.

“Touch me, please”

“But I am touching you baby” he said and you heard the smirk in his voice. “Oh, I see what you mean… you want me to touch your pussy?”

“Yeah” you nodded. At the same time this was torture, it felt so, so good.

“This fucking perfect cunt of yours” he said sliding two fingers through your lips and opening them to spread you to him, you were soaking wet and pulsating, clenching around nothing. “Fuck, look at this” He said almost to himself, licking his lips. Then he slid his fingers in, curling them up, making a ‘come here’ motion. He dipped his head down, kissing the inside of your leg, then right over your clit, taking it in between his lips and sucking. You moaned loudly. “Oh sorry baby… you wanted it rough, huh?” he sucked your clit harder, then bit on it lightly. You could scream at how much pleasure he was giving you.

“Fuck! Oh my god Dan” He started to tease you with another finger meanwhile.

“Think you can take another one?” his words sending vibrations against you and making you forget how to form words. “I know you can, you take me so well. Such a good girl for me” he inserted another finger and started to pump them in and out of you faster. “So fucking tight. Can’t wait to feel you around me. That’s my favorite place you know? Buried deep inside your cunt” that was it, you came, hard. Arching your back and hips, Daniel releasing your hands to push you down and hold you there while you came and he kept sucking and licking and biting your clit. You couldn’t take anymore, you pushed him away, pulling his hair.

“Can’t-” You tried to say. “Dan”

“Yes, you can. Come here” He said pulling away and lifting you, dragging you out of the bed and into the bathroom, the rest of your clothes and his towel getting lost in the way. He pushed you against the sink, pulling your face up, making you look at yourself on the mirror. He was pressing against you from behind, his cock leaking in between your legs. “I want you to see what I see” he said staring at you through the mirror. “Gonna fuck you so good, you don’t ever forget how fucking perfect you are” and with that he slammed inside you. “Fucking-” he had one hand on your hair and the other around you, between your folders, massaging your clit. “Fucking heaven, taking me so good”

“Ah Dan” You screamed. He started to fuck you hard and fast, pushing you against the sink. You lifted your head and looked at the mirror, it was the most erotic thing you’ve ever seen. Daniel was dripping sweat, thrusting with perfect precision. His eyes were locked on yours and you knew he was as close as you. The thought of how deep the connection between you were at that moment made you clench again and he lost it, giving you one final thrust and a guttural groan. You came again, shaking more than ever, the feeling too much this time. “I can’t-” You tried to say again. “Too much-” Squeezing him over and over, so he pulled out, still spilling, making a mess over your legs and on the bathroom floor. He was still holding you though.

“I’m right here baby. Right here” He whispered on you ear from behind. You both were riding out your orgasms, rocking slightly, your body leaned on the sink, pressing your boobs against it, and he leaning over you, breathing hard.

After you both calmed down, you tried to move but his weight was too much. You let out a weak laugh and he moved. “Sorry” he said kissing your back. When you got up, you turned to him and kissed him lightly.

“You are-” You said against his lips “amazing”. And kissed him again, lovinly. “Thank you. You make me feel so good, Daniel. Let me take care of you now”

Daniel's POV

This woman is trying to kill me. “Baby I don’t think I have it in me-” “Not like that” she smiled. “I meant with a bath” she said gesturing to the bathtub.

“Yes, please” I said already opening the tap and letting the water run. She went back to the room and returned with a water bottle, taking a sip before passing it to me. I took it from her hand and almost finished it, before giving it back to her.

“Do they have any bubbles? Bath salts?” she asked.

“Hum…I don’t think so, baby” I answered looking around on the sink.

“That’s fine” she smiled, getting in the tub and motioning for me to sit in between her legs. Her hair was up in a knot, but some of it was clinging to her neck due to the sweat. She was so beautiful, I can’t believe she wants me.

“You don’t want me to stay behind you?” she shook her head smiling and I did as she asked, leaning on her. The tap was still running, filling the tub with hot water, while we two of us just soaked in there, relaxing. “This is nice,” I said while she ran her hands through my hair. When the tub was full enough, she turned off the water and applied some body wash on my skin, running her hand over my back and shoulders, it felt so good, so comfortable, like I didn’t have a worry in the world. Then I washed her legs around me, kissing her feet and calves and making her giggle. She kept massaging my shoulders. We stayed there for good while, half an hour? More or less? There’s nothing else in the world other than this bathroom anyway, so who cares?

“Can we stay here forever?” She asked me after a while, kissing behind my neck. I just hummed in response. “Actually, scratch that. I’m getting hungry. And thirsty”

“The limitations of the human body” I said jokingly but got out of the tub after a few minutes. If m’lady wants to eat, I’m getting her food. I dried myself, wrapping a towel around me and holding hers open for her to step out of the tub.

We went back to the room, she picked her clothes from the floor and put them away in her travel bag back inside the closet. I watched as she got a fresh pair of underwear and a clean bra, while I put on boxers and sweatpants. She wore some leggings that hugged her ass perfectly, what a view. I noticed her going through her bag, probably looking for a shirt but I just wanted her to wear some clothing of mine, so I took the hoodie I was going to wear and passed it to her. She smiled and accepted it, it looked oversized on her and covered her ass, but maybe that’s a good thing, I don’t need anyone thirsting over what’s mine, I don’t care how much of a prick that makes me sound.

"Do you wanna order or go out to eat?" I asked her.

"Let's just go downstairs, to the restaurant?"

"Yeah, that's fine" I say and peck her lips.

I put on a sweatshirt, and hold the door open for her. We walk out and the temperature was a bit colder out here in the hallway (or maybe it was just too hot inside the room), so I just take her hand and intertwine our fingers, passing my arms around her and holding her closer. I just love that I can do that whenever I want.

And I plan on doing that for the rest of my life.

[muffindaddystyles]

DENTIST THE BAD BOI

Word count: 7k

A/N: Heavily inspired from 90's rom-coms, so if your heart swoons out of loneliness it's not on me sistas -- doctor Harry my fav.

Summary: Harry's a med-student and Y/N's an art student, being neighbours with Y/N was already a living hell for Harry but when she fusses over his cat getting her cat pregnant -- he mighty looses it.

Pairing: Dentist Harry × Artist reader, Frenemies to bestfriends to lovers, platonic affection and loads of bestie fluff.

MASTERLIST, REQUEST FOR BLURBS FROM THIS FIC ARE OPEN || PART 2

“Harryyyyy!!!!” Y/N screamed at the top of her lungs staring at the small picture of ultrasound, blinking at it several times to vision herself back into reality because the more she does the more she becomes grumpy and fussy – cursing the beast of a neighbour who got her little innocent cat pregnant.

She pulled the strings of her pyjama shorts to tighten it around her and hastily towed her feet into fuzzy slippers, giving a stink of an eye to her cat “don't act so surprised you little ragamuffin!” She mouthed at her with venom (as if trippers her cat cares), stomping her way out and writes a whole book of judgements in her rattling brain upon hearing the loud music weeping through walls.

She knocks. Huffs when it goes unnoticed and this time pounds at the door, crossing her forearms infront of her chest. Not unaware and very accustomed; of happy chatter whirling around whenever she’s trying to focus how a certain recipe goes by, his mates chanting his name from outside when he’s too occupied in whatever he's sorting out inside for their arrival, clanking of beer bottles knowing they and her have a long time to go, the music dimming in the wee of night as the door closes after every fifteen minutes and it dawns at that time –-- she always get left with one option and that’s to curse him till she sleeps.

It’s every Friday and Saturday’s story.

“Max stop that before Ni asks fo’ a dummy —-,” His neck's craned to where his friends are sitting on one of the cosy spots. His jaw popping, dimples chasmic from the smirk he’s holding and Y/N gulps then arches her brow when his attention drops down at her, “Oh .... hi, could help ya?” His cocky grin irks her – bubbling a fire in her pit and an urge to twinge his ear and drag him to her apartment, to show him what he did.

“Could you help me!?” She laughs ironically, chases her frowning gaze from the ripped patches of his jeans towards where his curls are brushing his earlobes and it kind of makes her gasp which she traps in fortunately because – he’s always wearing a hoodie, beanie or his hair up in a little fountain like bun rushing through the lobby with his thick books and laptop clutched in his arms, “Yes please .. y’could help me by transferring expenses of your cat's babies every month to me —-...um could simply have them in your apartment too if the first deal’s too bad.” She shrugs. Taking a glimpse from his shoulder of his friends bunched over eachother and he toys with his bottom wet lip, brows stringing into confusion and his bicep flexes making her flutter her eyes away as he grips the knob of the door and closes it behind him.

“What d'ya mean?”

“You’re doing it on purpose right? ‘cos there’s no way —--” He cuts her groans with a snap and runs a palm down his face, “I seriously don’t know what you’re talkin' ‘bout, Y/N.” His lips tinned into a flat line, his posture now resembling her's and she slaps her forehead with the heel of her palm.

“Then you should keep tabs of your beasty minx of a cat who got my cat pregnant!” She exclaims disbelievingly to which his eyes turns saucer and he throws his sinewy arms in between them, mimics her expressions comically, “Is that my fault? Did I get your cat prego?” She blinks up at him rapidly --- he’s such a nerve puller.

“Yes it is! You didn’t get your cat desexed —-,” She stuffs her pointer against his chest and twist it with a grit, “Now he’ll have babies left and right – like a catwhore he is!!” She aerials her hands in different directions rapidly and he takes a step closer kissing his teeth together to seethe his words.

“He’s not a catwhore!”

“Kay then take the responsibility of what he did.” She mutters tapping her foot onto the carpeted floor and guppies at him like a fish when he bursts into taunting cackles, leaning to catch the door-frame before he mushes her under his weight. ”

“Ye -‐..- you’re —- you aren’t serious are ya?” His rosy eyelids snib tightly forming crinkles to where his temples meet his cheeks and she almost pouts, how much she doesn’t want to she could never cascade her expressions.

“Oh my — .... Bambi eyed wouldn’t I’ave had free him of his ball’s heaviness –-- if I’d ‘ave enough money down me pocket?” He scrunches his nose to take a breather from laughing hard.

“Don’t call me that!” She bites at him.

“You’re cute when you’re angry.” He smirks gingerly – drums his fingers against his folded bicep and presses his back to the wall tipping his chin high.

Her blush eager to creep up her neck embarrasses her further more and she hides the softness in her voice, muttering gruffly, “Shut up.” Then turns to walk back into her apartment and to slam the door at his face -- but -- his whistle for her halts her in tracks.

“Hey – Bambi, we could sign the custody of kitties if that what ye'want.”

..

Three weeks after. There was another knock on Harry’s door, Niall's head perks up and bangs against the bookshelf –- he was trying to keep the furry cat in his lap, for a good warmer but its more enamoured with the ‘clucks' of his daddy’s boots than the soft flesh of Niall’s thigh as Harry chucks his wallet in the back-pocket of his jeans (he was about to go outside and bring some food) and opens the door slightly to see through the trapping chain, “who’s it?”

“Harry ‘s me ....” The voice mousey and worried. Niall recognizes it in a hot-second, frowns and tries to gain snowy’s attention, “What did y'do again? Did ya get the pretty neighbour's cat prego twice, you fat farts.” He chuckles when snowy meows at him innocently and Harry's brows skews together into a scowl.

“Call him fat farts another time —- I dare you —--,” He howls. Throwing angry upset glares towards Niall – their bickering gets interrupted when Y/N slips her hand from the crack of door, pinches Harry’s knuckles and he squeaks, “Ow —- what the fuck!”

“Harry.” Her tone threatening.

Harry puffs out a huge sigh and reveals himself infront of her, he's not in mood to fight with her over their cats, or the parcel Harry forgot to give her which got delivered to him on accident like one of the thousand times (he never found anything freakish until now .. not that he goes through what’s inside, but the labels tell they’re mostly her art supplies), or why he’s been showering for an hour because she now isn’t left with any warm water —- because he just came back from UNI and is dust bones from having two exams in a row.

“Y/N —-,” His face reeks with exhaustion. His curls drowsy, escaping from his knit beanie and his eyes glazed with sea-foam. She kinda feels bad for disturbing him -- but – it’s an emergency and she doesn’t know where to go, except him.

His weary vision falls upon trippers tucked beneath Y/N’s arm, “Is she alright?” He scratches behind her ear and trippers gives out a pained yowl.

“No –-.. that’s why ‘m here. She’s spotting blood everywhere and –-- and I don’t have enough money ...,” She’s embarrassed to say least. Not meeting Harry’s eyes and he gazes her sincerely –- belly doing weirdly funny somersaults. He clears his throat, grogs out gathering all the information in his head from the anatomy of humans and animals he studied till now.

“It’s okay for spotting in pregnancies – but ‐-.. she looks very much in pain s' we shouldn’t risk it. I’ve a friend. She’s practicing vet -- we could take her there.” He offers. Rubbing the back of his neck and Y/N bobs her head vigorously, anything to save her trippers baby.

“Fine –-- yeah, Iemme just wear my shoes ... then we're good to go.” She mumbles. Harry hasn’t seen her demeanour flatter like this ever before, whenever she’s banging and barging through his flat it’s always taut and cold banter.

He has never seen her this defenceless.

He drops his gaze down at her feet and finds that she’s wearing cute pizza slices socksies.

..

“Is this a clinic, or weed doing zone for animals?” She didn’t try to be mean. It just happened as she takes in the wearbouts of garage, stuffed with drums and musical instruments, spray paint on walls. Harry seems unfazed though, he could be shabbier than her if he wants to –- much fouler that could make her cry.

“Told you. She’s practicing not a vet yet.” She doesn’t question him further. Grateful enough for his help. She might not admit but he isn’t that bad of guy as she once imagined him in her head.

Y/N stifles a snort when a girl with mullet shag, having a stud in her brow and the corner of her lip, attired in all black greets Harry with a hip-check, “Vas’up booger.” She grins and Harry grumbles ruffling her hair with his knuckles.

It leaves Y/N in awe. This’s what group of friends look like -- so fun and annoying, she wanted to have this since when she’s small. Sadly, it’s just her and trippers in her friend group.

“Hi there!” She waves to Y/N trying to battle Harry’s tickles away. Takes trippers from Y/N's arms and coos up at her, “hiyaa baby .. oh, she’s having lil buns inside her.” She laughs and Y/N already likes her so much. As if, she’s the main character of any vintage styled movie.

“Rori here.” She introduces herself as Harry strolls inside her kitchen to rummage through her fridge, “Y/N.” Y/N smiles –-- eyeing Harry who’s whistling and tearing the crate of orange juice open.

When Trippers purrs from a cramp, Rori snuggles her closer to herself – “Her spotting is nothing to worry about –-- maybe she’s ready to give birth. If not I’ll take her to my hospital.”

“So Harry said...” Y/N nods.

“Oohh.” Rori exclaims, wiggling her brows curiously at Harry who’s gulping down juice hungrily, “Booger got normal friends too? Thought, those were all white lies.” He almost chokes at it – downing it cautiously and blinks vividly.

“No. Just neighbours.” Yeah, there’s nothing friendly between them –-- but how it’d be like to befriend Harry. The thought makes Y/N feel snoozy and warm.

“I see.”

“Okay then! ‘m gonna keep Trippers with me for two days –-- figure out what I could do to help her and if she heals I’ll drop her by, how that sounds?”

“Sounds good!” Both, Harry and Y/N chimes together heating their cheeks up. Harry wavers his gaze away, sulking a pouty mouth and turns all stoic again.

He doesn’t want to like, Y/N. Nope. Not at all. In any case.

She’s his bedevilling, bothersome and galling neighbour who just screams at him too much for his likening.

..

“Would you like something to eat?” She asks him while walking back home and he shakes his head, so she nudges him in ribs, “oh c'mon let it be a thank you, grumpy pants.”

“’M not –-,” He was about to snap at her. Instead, he groped her wrist tightly and tugged her to his side –-- she squeals into his chest as a car passes by them swiftly, honking at them in anger.

Her hair wisps from the friction of Harry’s hoodie as she pushes herself away from him, surprisingly he smells incredibly sweet – that of vanilla and citrus musk, something very cosy and like a morning breeze.

A jolt buzzes through her spine at the fact she was about to get crushed under a vehicle but she grins up at him awkwardly, “Tofu then?” His peepers widen in shock and he slaps his forehead.

“You’re mad, know that.”

..

Harry and Y/N. Sky and earth . She sprouts buds of irises and peonies when she speaks, her touch that shines away even an intimidating person as if they're mimosa plants, those eyes --- those eyes are itself sepia of grounds on which the tiny creatures celebrates by and Harry's well ... he’s the floss of clouds hidden behind sunshine, his rains would turn her into loam and his uppish thunder would make her loathe him.

Then some gods decided to break the needles and fix it in some other clock that rotates anti-clock wise.

Now, when she’s unable to nourish her flowers he's always there to rain and stroke a tender breeze against her that makes her lush grass snuggle the roots of who she’s.

They were enemies once. Opposite to eachother in many ways but couldn’t live without eachother despite of their distances. Just like sky's a hollow sheet of nothingness without it’s dear earth.

..

What blossomed their friendship was Y/N's date with this cute boy that is in her ceramic class, (not a date if you’d ask so –-- more like a meetup at this coffee house near her UNI).

Turns out he isn’t that cute. His blunt hands wandered up Y/N’s thigh without her consent and before she could know that, he was groping at it –-- making her gasp and hit her knee against the table. She struggles to writhe out of the chair but he stitches his nails in her skin, “I’m not liking it – you better stop.” She hisses, palms sweaty and slipping trying to remove his grip from around her.

“Don’t act all stupid .. you were hitting at me for hours, you want it but wouldn’t admit.” He groans, rolling his eyes and she feels like crying –-- teeth clanking letting out a shuddering breath.

“I’ll scream.” She warns him.

“You’re not that innocent, you act like.” He smirks, sliding his hand down her insides and before he could reach further Y/N sneaked a fork from the table and stabbed it in his knuckles.

“Fuck.” He shrieks, “Bitch.” He almost screams but stops when everyone stares at him as Y/N’s chair fell against the floor and she stumbles inside the bathroom.

Locking it behind her. Her chest burns with tears. Her vision spins and her fingers shakes as she dials one number she could reach for anytime, it rings then goes to voicemail so her bitten lip wobbles and eyes turn glossy.

She again dials it. There’re noises behind, that of someone instructing and Harry was in his lecture hall when she called .. his heart drops because all he could hear is quivering breath ... it shudders to tight painful gasps and he’s collecting his stuff leaving his seat immediately the doctor who's teaching them Apiceoctomy stares Harry while speaking.

Once he’s out in hallway, “Hey? Y/n are y’there? You okay? What happened?” She bolt her eyes close pressing her head to cold tiled wall and yawps outta fear when someone pounds at the door. Harry runs towards the exist, “Y/N where are you!? ‘m coming .. whatever it’s just --.. just ...” He gripes at his curls pushing them back – his heart beating loud, “ – just stay where you’re ‘n don’t panic .. yeah? It’s okay.” He mutters. Voice soft and assuring.

Her breathing patterns back to calmness – something about him so consoling, so warm and she nods. After some minutes she’s telling him the address and gladly it’s not that far away from Harry.

When he reaches. There are several people waiting at the bathrooms door and he’s knocking on it lightly, pressing his ear to it and grabs the knob (in case he’d have to break it).

When there’s no-response from inside he gets it something’s peculiar, “Bambi. ‘s me Harry.” It clicks and unlocks and he’s tumbling inside while the others groans and disperses knowing it’s invain waiting.

He’s dishevelled. His curls in moppy condition and his eyes full of concern and worry –-- she feels awful for doing this to him.

“Were you crying? Did somethin' happen?” He frowns. Ducking a bit to meet her gaze level and she clears the clump in her throat, “Can we just leave .. please?” He couldn’t believe it’s her voice – the bubbliness and chirpiness of it died to frightened meekness.

Harry takes her hand and walks them outside, Y/N sucks in squeak when the same guy rushes to confront them and when Harry sees his injured hand -- everything pieces together and fury spikes through his veins.

His brows pinches together into a frown, his lips lifting into a scowl and his eyes darkens pitch coal like.

He grips her dainty fingers and moves her behind him protectively and his chest buffs out as he takes a step forward towering the guy – “What d'ya want?” He kisses his teeth together to grit vehemence and that guy lift his trembling hand infront of Harry.

“Look what this bitch —-,” Ah –-- he really pushed Harry’s bad button didn’t he?

Harry grabs him from collar and Y/N squeals rubbing his wrist to pull him back, no-use.

“Badmouth her or anyone —-" Harry sneers and if he'd be a cartoon character – fume would have been coming out of his ears and nose.

“Else what!?” Harry’s more of a practical person -- so he did what he's been learning for years now and breaks his nose with such force it almost knocks him out.

Y/N's still in shock. Walking behind him on jelly toes and a shiver spirals in her bone marrow when her sweat dries from the wind that’s blowing and hitting them in faces.

They wait at bus shelter, sitting side by side –-- thighs brushing now and then flustering Y/N, Moreso when he apologizes everytime.

There’s silence. Harry’s irritated groan breaks it –- he clenches and unclenches his knuckles .. the thin skin a bit bruised.

“Are you okay? I’m so sorry –-- .. ‘s my fault.” She rambles. Taking his hand to inspect it, “I shouldn’t have called you at ---..” He frowns confused and pokes her in knee conveying her to stop worrying. Because if anyone needs to be taken care of is her and wish he could just hug her and tell her that it’s not her fault – not even a tad.

“Y/n...” He gains her attention and his gaze flickers from her snotty nose towards her soaky cheeks, “Shut up.” She chuckles at that putting his palm gently back on his thigh.

“Would you like to have, noodles? I know this incredible chinese place ...” He shakes his head. His smile small and kooky, nose scrunched up as he sniffs the air – predicting a rain coming soon.

“D'we have to eat after every tragedy that happens t’you?”

“Yup, tragedies makes me hungry.” It’s her coping mechanism if she'll be honest and that’s what she’s been doing for ages.

“Who are you, Y/N?

She jumps up. Wiggling her fingers for him to take and beams sweetly, “Bambi next door?”

..

“From when did ya become s' rich?” He giggles. He finds her fucking adorable as she drags him along herself excitedly – she halts infront of the expensive restaurant –- where people dressed in all kind of luxuries and bright pearls are dinning in and she arches her brow sceptically, “Did you really think –- I’ll be able to take us here?” He shoves his hands in his jeans pocket, elevates his shoulders and smiles bashfully.

“Maybe one day, who knows?” They walk towards the chinese take out and Y/N trots backwards –-- facing him all while and rolls her eyes, “’M an artist whose half of paintings goes to trash.” Harry’s eyeballs springs out of his sockets hearing her statement and he really wants to knock some senses into this silly girl.

“Oh my --.. jeez .. those paintings are ‘s good y'divvy. They're hanging onto my walls, been enjoying them fo' free —- what the actual fuck .. really your hands are magical.” He feels annoyed and sad that she felt a need to dump them, because those were some beautiful art pieces.

(“Hmm. It has some hidden meaning beneath it, H. I’m tellin' ya.” Ni would always say. Standing infront of it for hours and hours staring at it.

“Looks like a pussy to me.” Max would quip sipping his bevy and Harry would smack him in head, “Guys how ‘bout we just see it like a fuckin' painting.” He'd grumble focusing back on his books.)

“Really?” She asks shyly and he bobs his head, “Guess you could just keep them then ...” She grins up at him taking the boxes from the cashier.

“Where are we going?”

“You’d see yourself.” She sing-songs galloping over the muddy potholes and Harry looks funny doing it with his spider long legs. Their footsteps echoes in the empty warehouse and Harry didn’t expect her to be the person – that loves finding weird places and spend time there.

“Careful there.” He murmurs. Pressing a hand to her waist when she wobbles on her feet climbing the metal stairs and Harry thinks if she was this clumsy all along or it’s from what happened at the coffee house.

“Holy shit!” He cups a hand around his mouth as the traffic bustles down on the street, “You afraid of heights?” She glances back at him from where she’s standing on the cemented edge.

“Matters. If we're about to act silly and jump, then yes.”

Warmth worms up at his chest and his adam apple bobs, he barks out a laugh when she giggles demanding him to come closer to her, “Come here then you dentist the bad boi.” He tugs the fabric of his jeans from his crotch and hikes his one knee up sitting beside her, other leg swinging in air.

He listens to her hums and happy sounds as she slurps the long noodle inside her mouth, “What you’re afraid of then Harry?” Her question catches him off-guard. Nobody has ever asked what his fears are and he might be famous for an intimidating personality just because he speaks less and owns a roaring bullet –-- he’s still very nice to talk to, but he'd rather spend his time with snowy than waste his time on orgy parties.

“Snowy’s funky farts -- they're ‘orrible!! have to leave the flat fo’ a minute.” He grins when Y/N’s head lulls back and she laughs gleefully, rolling into his side to support herself, “Oh no!” She whines when her chopsticks falls and drops onto the road poorly.

“We can share mine.” He hands her his chopsticks and she thanks him timidly, “What d'you fear?” They pass it back and forth –- his lips wrapping around them as he takes a chunky bite.

Harry tries to down the food that got stuck in his throat when she said nonchalantly, “Dying alone I guess?” He chews the veggies, grimaces and shakes his head -- puts his hand over her knee squeezing it kind-heartedly.

“You’ll not.” She feels like every tulip of light around her’s sparkling – the buzz of having his company tingling her in good way, “Promise?” She asks and Harry lifts his pinky in between them encouraging her to bring her's.

She wasn’t serious about the promise thing it was more onto sarcastic side than to sincerity.

“Promise.” His dimples caters deep and his eyes crinkles when different golden lights dances against her skin making her look prettier than she’s.

He’s gonna fulfill his promise.

..

Y/N could be sentimental given on occasions and how bad the situation’s – but she bottles it up for good amount until later, it all crushes her completely and she’s unable to stand back.

Now, when there’s eerie quietness in the bus and the world infront of her fades behind in weird shapes and forms in her head because of the speed of vehicle – her mind thought it’d be best time to remorse over what happened to her and her eyes well up at that.

Harry plucks his headphones down upon hearing her soft sniffles and turns her towards him with her shoulder, “Y/N hey ....” His voice tender and dewy as he slides his palm under her jaw and cups her cheek to wipe out her tears with the mild stroke of his thumb.

His gentleness rakes out an agonising sob from inside her and she feels like her organs are clashing together.

“Shh. Bambi you’re okay now, ‘s alright you’re here with me -- shh, ‘m so sorry love —- but it’s over now, yeah? We're going home and I’ll make you chamomile tea, could ‘ve both snowy and trippers cuddle with you while I’ll get you all warm and nice inside this new fluffy blanket I just bought! – how does that sound?” He pets her hair. Brings her closer to his chest and she keeps her nose tucked against his clavicles to stop from crying and make a show.

When she nods, suckling a wet breath he swipes a loose errand of her hair behind, “Sounds good yeah?” She just hums snuggling into him.

Her arms slowly loops around his love-handles and he stows her head under his chin -- rubs her back in circles to soothe the stiff muscles, covers her ears with the headphones he was wearing before – plays acoustic version of Landslide by Fleetwood Mac and simpers when she hiccups his name, but doesn’t respond when he answers – his ears turns pink from fond and his belly overglows with butterflies as she babbles his name till she drops into peaceful sleep.

Y/N found herself in his bed with snowy and trippers ontop of her and Harry snoring on the couch – his gangly limbs not fitting at all.

She really wanted to call him and sleep on his bed, but she drowses back to slumber.

..

“Grumpy jerk and an actual ray of sunshine. Sorry, couldn’t process it – too much.” Rori teased Harry the last time they gathered and Y/N was there too! though the true statement was claimed after her departure.

Harry’s friends couldn’t believe that he stepped out of his comfort zone and made a new cute friend, now after one year of their friendship it doesn’t feel like they’re neighbours anymore –-- it's just one big home with an alleyway in between.

“What're y'doin', moppet?” Harry chuckles picking up the half eaten packet of crisps, chewy sour candies, wrappers of oreos and the romcom CDs they were playing before.

Y/N's sprawled on her tummy. Feetsie in air and her chin secured in her palm as she looks like she’s seriously about to take an admission in med school –-- she’s concentrating real hard on the thick book under her, eyes fixated on the diagrams of teeth – it makes Harry laugh like a maniac.

“Aish. Your books, gives me an ache.” She massages her forehead, shakes her head as if she tasted something icky and pushes his book away. Harry laughs harder at her antics wrappers flying away from his grasp and he flops onto couch –-- thighs spreading wide and back sinking into the cushions.

“Where?” His lips rumbles as he tries to hold back another fits of laughter when she gets his dirty joke and pouts, lips fluttering into a smile until she bursts into giggles joining him.

“Nope. My cookie doesn’t throb like it used to sneaking on reproduction chapters in biology.” Harry roars out a cackle at that and Y/N grins fiddling with the frizz of her socks, “Heyyyy it’s not funny –- very much sad.”

He suckles a breath in, their grins achy and big, “Stuff your cookie with some jam ‘n you'll be alright.”

“You’re gross!” She fake gags. Hunches over to exaggerate the severity and scares the shit out of Harry when she gasps loudly slapping his knee, “Harry! Harry! Oh my gosh.....ahhhh!” She gallops like a bunny towards the window and gazes up at the sky with glinting eyes, “Harry look! It’s snowing.” He trots behind her with a roll of eyes knowing what’s about to come next.

When she turns around with sparkly grin, hands clasped atop her chest and tippy-toes to beg him, Harry shuts his lids, “No Muffy.” Y/N loves eating chocolate muffins –-- eating them whenever she could possibly ... and that’s how the pet name Harry decided to call her was muffy.

“Please, it would be so fun .. we could have hot chocolate afterwards.” She mumbles tugging at the hem of his chunky yarn sweater.

“Nothing’s fun about snow angles, Muffyyyy!!” He whines. Squinting down at her with one eye and finds her all slumpy, head falling downwards.

“Okie then. ‘m going to sleep.” She mutters in a meek voice pushing past him –-- but he wraps his hand around her wrist and pulls her back to himself, chuckling with wide eyes, “You’re very dramatic and annoyin’ y’know that?”

Instead, she grins bobbing her head shamelessly, pats his chest and dashes to wear his warm jacket, “Biscuits on you -- hot chocolate on me.” She tells him slipping into her shoes with the support of doorframe.

He comes closer to her and her heart thuds into her tiny ribs as he zips his jacket she’s wearing up till her neck and warns her while pulling out her hair, “If I get sick – ‘m gettin'y sick too.”

..

Harry’s waiting outside the candy shop Y/N just barged in moments ago. He refused to step inside – knowing she’ll use him as a taste tester and at the end of the day his tongue would have a mountain sugar atop his taste buds.

The spring breeze flowery and warm. He shakes his head, smiles softly watching her switch aisles and guffaws loudly catching attention of an old couple siting on the bench behind -- at her eagerness when she started chomping onto the long chewy candy right after getting it from the cashier.

“That’s g'na rot your teeth even before your forties.” He tells her taking the small bag from her and walks beside her, “Your kids are gonna hate you ...” She tells him –- stretching out the candy with her teeth.

“You sure, y'were allowed colas and candies in childhood?” He teases her prodding her side so she throws it at his chest making him laugh and he bends down to pick it up and dump it in bin.

“You’ve got a cute bum.” She whistles and Harry’s cheeks bashes with blush – turns around and wiggles herself, “How's mine?” She hums glancing back at him with cheeky grin.

“Ten by two, I guess?” He bites down a smirk when she spins to face him a bit gobsmacked, “Not even five?” She grumps chin doubling as she tries to see her bum herself.

“Six then?” He giggles enjoying how she’s getting riled up out of nowhere and she stomps away from him so he jogs to catch her, “Bambi. Was kiddin'.”

“You owe me two muffins with the amount of insults you’ve caused my poor bum.” He knuckles at her hair and she slaps him away like a feisty kitten, “I take it back –-- you’re really ten by two.”

“Oi!!!” Now, she’s running behind him. His curls blowing away and his coat ruffling with the zephyr, his head falling back with the belly-ache laughter that bounces against the bricked walls of shops.

..

It’s Friday night. Y/N is doing her laundry. Plucking out Harry’s socks from Trippers furry ear, her kitties sleeping in bassinet. Harry and Y/N have named them Tum, Tug and Truggers –-- she sits back on her heels upon hearing her door closing and hikes the small basket on her hip trudging outside —-- she didn’t had any clothes that could make her feel warm during these days – even her socks were all soggy -- so was Harry’s, now all she’s gonna do is make a blanket fort and hide in it for hours.

She knuckles at her eyes, blinking the tiredness away to see properly who’s standing in the middle of room, “Harry?” He's wearing a graduation gown and tips his hat with a sheepish smile then waves his degree infront of her, “Guess who's a proper dentist now!?” She’s frozen to her spot –- jaw slacked and eyes blown away in surprise.

“Your bad boi!” The basket falls from her hip onto the floor scaring Trippers and she whispers an, “Oh my goodness.” Before, stumbling towards him and crashes in his arms giving him a tight loving hug. He slinks his forearms around her and squishes his face into the crook of her neck, lips tickling her skin and if it was possible for him to freeze the time and cherish it for some more he'd.

“I’m so proud of you.” She mumbles into him with a grin. He feels so worthy and every hardship he faced now feels like nothing, this's how life supposed be throughout –- but best things always bores fruit for the right time.

“How about we celebrate? Just you and me.” Just you and me. It feels nice to just her and him. Makes her heart swoon. Makes her feel like skies outside are wet and pink, “Umm .. can we celebrate here? It’s okay .... “ She shifts on her feet and he furrows his brows in confusion, lips ticked up as if he’s scrutinizing her.

“You and not goin' nutters for an outing .. seems odd —-,” Then his eyes falls over the surrounding, a heating pad beside his feet – aloe fused socks hanging to get dry, a tray of chocolate muffins, kettle on the coffee table so he puts one and one together himself.

“Oh muffy —-... pizza and cuddles then?” If he wouldn’t be aware of how first few days of her period are hell for her then who would? He’s always making her pot meals and curry rice – feeds her and gets all strict when she refuses to eat anything. She looses her appetite and transforms into something ‘if zombie had a baby with vampire -- it sure looked like you’ he'd always scold her.

Even bribe her with candies. Once they were awfully painful and Y/N really didn’t want to be all dramatic not when their friends were having a good time, she doesn’t like to be a party pooper.

But, when a stinging cramp cut through her pelvis and thighs she was hunching forward with a jolt -- all teary eyes and wobbly lips. Harry left everything and rushed towards her, sitting on his knees on the floor and cupped her throat to make her look at him when she refused to, “Y/N ‘m serious -- you rather tell me what’s happening with ye’ or ‘m throwin' you at my shoulder and takin’ you hospital —... cause fuck look at you been like this since morning ....” He was rambling and Y/N felt like drilling a hole into floor and hide herself there forever.

She was mortified and embarrassed, a terrible combination.

She wasn’t able to tell him infront of all of their friends even though it’s something very normal, so everyone stared and nodded when they left they for Harry’s room.

“Bambi are you okay? I’m not even kidding something’s not —-..” She wipes her nose and tugs at his wrist trying to shush him, when he doesn’t pushes a fingers against his lips.

“Don’t worry. ‘m good --- just —-... umm I’m on my periods.” She rubs her one feet on another and his mouth fall into an ‘o' when realization hit him and his brows clinches together sternly.

He sighs running his fingers through his hair, something he does when frustrated and whumpy.

“Should’ve told me. We could have done this later ... do you want anything? I’ve got pain —--,” His words swells on his tongue when her head bumps against his chest and her hands locks around his neck, hugging him with all her gentle will because nobody has ever cared for her –-- him being so tentative to her makes her want to sob into his chest.

He warms her in all the right places.

..

“How’re you feeling on scale of one to ten?” He speaks while chewing onto the stuffed crust of pizza. They’re cosied up on the sofa while Mama Mia plays on the telly and she’s cuddled up into him, he's holding her heat pad with the grip of his forearm and she lifts her head mousey-ly from his bicep and whispers – “Eightish...? Now, you’re Dr.Styles.” He giggles at her and pushes her head back against him with his finger.

“What does my being dentist has a connection to your periods?” He dips the pads of his fingers into her pudgy love handles and squeezes them -- she giggles thinking about the joke she’s about to crack.

“You pull teeth, it’s blood and I pull out tampon so it’s —...” Harry chuckles gruntly at her and tickles her more, “Oh no. I know where it’s goin'....”

“You asked for it!” She pouts at him and he squishes her lips together as if she’s a duck toy.

Then they flump back into their cuddling position and Harry rubs her tummy in tender soothing circles, it helps her relax and his breath syncs with her and she really tries not to pay attention to her bratty screaming hormones heating her skin up – her thighs experiencing a quiver and she squeaks down a huffy whimper.

“You okay?” Harry asks. When she squirms against him and she gulps -- they don’t hide stuff from eachother so she tells him honestly, “You’re really turning me on.” Harry’s heart hiccups at that and his palms still over her thighs.

“Is that so?”

He pets her hair and tries to make her stand, “Just go to washroom and jizz one out.”

“I can’t.”

“You can’t? Why?”

“Promise me you wouldn’t make fun....” He frowns and nods bringing his pinky to make the deal.

She clutches her sweater down to her knees, cheeks rosy and mutters out in one breath – “I’ve specific days for that....” Harry really tires to. He locks up his laughs in his lungs and it aches his chest, his cheeks balloons up but at last he rolls onto floor and guffaws into his elbow.

“You said you wouldn’t make fun!!!” She whines kicking his side lightly and he grabs her ankle, “This means all those times you’d be all locked up –- oh my god, you were playing with yourself.” She folds her arms. Her nostrils flares with irritation and she doesn’t even spare him a glance.

“Pet, waiting so long .. it’s a torture to yourself.” He tells her genuinely sitting up with crossed legs and she mumbles knuckling at her eyes, “just some reasons ... horny is bad.” Now, Harry feels kind of terrible pushy person and he really wants to help her out but he’s walking on egg shells here. So, he stops asking anything.

“Rori's girlfriend is a sex therapist —-“ She becomes all fidgety at that and Harry takes in her nervousness, “It’s totally fine if you don’t want to.” He exclaims waving his hands and she gulps giving him a small nod.

“Night time fo' some grumpy muffy!” He coos, brings the blanket to her chin and his pupils dilate adorningly when she asks him, “Could I snuggle you?”

“Ofcourse.” He pecks her temple and tells her to budge over before sandwiching her between him and the sofa.

That whole night all his mind could think was why horny is bad for her?

..

Y/N was feeling overly warm and heated, a tad achy between her thighs. She vigorously tries to focus on something else but her chest is heaving at this point, even opens the windows and let the cool air hit her but no use –- so she does what have to be done in order to get rid of the throb.

She cosies herself on the bed, switches onto hentai and throws her legs in air to shimmy her sheer white panty down.

“Oh ...” Whimpers teeny-ly when her fingers brushing up her soaking pussyfolds provides her a bit relief – her soft hands wanders beneath her flimsy shirt and touches her skin in the most arousing way possible –-- tweaks her nipples and jerks up, oozing more wetness.

“Ah! Fuck.” She moans easing in two fingers at once and cramps down at them watching the hentai porn –- but it’s not enough, she’s been pushing her fingers in and out for ten minutes now—she’s unable to get to climax.

So she groans sits up and switches to domineering audios, listens to it while fingering herself hard and she has no idea from where her mind gathered these images from -- but -- soon she’s thinking about Harry’s husky rasp, his sea-foam beautiful eyes and those rosy knuckles ring clad hands —-- imagining him holding her down into mattress and pounding into her at a brutal pace, making her sit on his cock and not letting her move –-- his fingers down her petty throat —-- him spanking her ass if she let’s out any voice out and he'd roar at her beg as she'd be lurking at her tenth orgasm –---- every plausible dirty stuff with him.

She was so engulfed into making herself feel good, lost in her own headspace and imaginations that she didn’t hear footsteps approaching and it’s like she manifested him as he stands at the door-frame with blown away pupils –-- guppy mouth and she’s squealing feeling dizzy upon sitting up this quick.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck —-... sorry sorry ... “ He covers his eyes and turns to walk away but bumps his head with a thud into doorframe.

She gasps, knees up and almost shouts, “No!” making him halt mid-track and she’s on the verge of tears, red face and shaky fingers.

“Please ....”

“Stay.”

Harry’s eyes turns soft at that and he walks towards bed, licks his lips wet and brushes the loose tress of her hair away.

“You want me to stay, muffy?” He asks to make sure – she isn’t in haze and all fog minded.

“Yes. I want you to stay.” She doesn’t hesitate this time. Her words honest and full of plead, she needs him, she wants him, she wants to have him.

[myrapottah]

𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞

Pairing: harry james potter x gn!reader

Summary: harry proposes to his girlfriend in a vacation day + the wedding + a short glimpse in the wedding night

Requested: yes / no. Here is your tag bestie: @railmeharrypotter

Warnings: none , fluff fluff fluff<3

Words: 2.6k-ish

A/n: I'll open the requests for everyone <3

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Side notes for the fic: this is an au, and a reference of the song 'You and I' by One Direction appears at the beginning, also a reference of the movie 'Twilight'. this was written with fem!reader in mind, but it can also be gender neutral.

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"MY HAT! HARRY JAMES POTTER " you exclaimed while harry was accelerating at max speed his convertible car.

'I told you not to put it on, baby. Besides, in malibu will be a lot of hats you know? You can buy one from there' harry said calmly, smiling cockly while fixing his sunglasses and his hair.

'Hm? So we're playing fbi spies now? okay, I like it. fuck that hat anyways.' you said too, putting your black sunglasses. 'ah, it's like a movie, don't you think-'

'That's exactly the point of the holiday darling, to feel like in a movie', harry cut you of but little did you know that was a big lie.

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You arrived in Malibu, excitement running through your veins. Harry told you only the state where you were going, but never said anything about the place you will spend the nights. And, because you were dating for almost 4 years, of course you trusted him.

You were walking held by Harry, with a scarf tied in the back of your head so you couldn't see anything. But you could hear, and you heard a splash of angry waves fighting with eachother. But you didn't said anything, as your boyfriend told you.

Then, you felt a big hand untying the piece of fabric.

'I'm no Edward Cullen, but I think you might like it', harry said confidently, but you knew he was a little nervous.

You opened your eyes and you bated your eyelashes at the most beautiful place you've ever seen. It was a lovely house, more like a cottage, and it was decorated with exotic flowers. It had a little balcony, and on a coffe table there was a vase of dantelions, one of your favourite flowers. A big door of glass was showing with a pale yellow beautiful curtain. It had the view to the sea, where the sun was drowning in the turquoise water. It was that type of house you only dreamed about and saw in your favourite movies. You dropped your bag unconsciously, mouth open and eyes glistening in astonishment. Well, that's why you fell in love with harry depper and harder every day.

You squatted to get the bag, but it wasn't there anymore. You looked at harry. When you met his emerald eyes, you smiled and jumped in his arms, your legs hugging his torso. After a few minutes of almost suffocating him and wishpering 'I love yous' in his ear, you said:

'Always a prince charming, hm?'

'Anything for my princess.' he answer grinning.

He put you down and he placed his hand on your waist. You stayed like this for a couple minutes, just humming against eachother's breath. He twirled you and you giggled, pressing you body closer to his.

'I don't think I deserve this. I don't think I deserve you, harry ', you spoke-wishpered, forehead pressed with his.

'hmmm' he hummed, 'I think you deserve the whole world.' he said, guiding you by your waist in the house.

You chuckled.

'Maybe, if you think so', you murmured, while harry was spinning you around the house like you were waltzing.

'You deserve more then the world, that's why I brought you the paradise' he echoed smiling in your face, feeling your breath on the tip of his nose.

'Yeah, you're right. I could stay in this paradise forever. Just you and I ', you confessed, kissing him sloppily.

'Yeah, you and I.' he repeated, then he leaned in and kissed you passionately. But it wasn't a normal kiss, it was that type of kiss that screamed I want to spend my life with you forever, because I love you with all my heart and I promise I will never leave you. Because he did. He really did.

'Like the song, you know?' harry said when he pulled out, breaking the silence.

'Hm?' you asked confused, raising your eyebrow a bit.

'you and i, WE DON'T WANNA BE LIKE THEM, WE CAN MAKE IT 'TILL THE END, OH NOTHING COULD COME BETWEEN YOU AND I, OOHH YOU AND I', he sang-screamed and you placed your hands over your ears, giggling.

'You sound awful', you started laughing when he finished his little concert.

'Thank you, thank you. I'm pleasured', harry bowed in front of you, then he pushed you on the white couch made of silk. 'Now cuddle me, I deserve it'

You obeyed smiling and stuffed his head in your chest.

'I love you' he mumbled.

'I love you too.' you answered.

'I wasn't talking to you, silly. I was talking to your comfy boobs.' harry murmured under his breath and kissed the both of them.

'I don't know why you boys like girls boobs so much. There's nothing special with them, really. Besides, you have them too, but they're smaller.' you spoke, massaging harry's scalp.

'Hmm' - harry shook his head up - 'dunno, let me see', he got on his elbows and hiked your tee and your bra. You chuckled, grabbing his hand. 'They're pretty, I mean, prettier then mine. Hmm, yeah'. he spoke, his eyes not leaving your chest.

You chuckled and kissed his nose.

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'I love the sea breeze' you said and took a deep breath.

You were walking along the seashore with your boyfriend, hands interlocked. It was a warm evening, and harry invited you to see the dusk. The feeling of the cold water and sand covering your bare feet was euphoric, sending vibrations through your spine. The hot wind was playing with your hair and drying your swimsuit, along with the beach short dress you were wearing.

'Yeah, it's peaceful. S'making me feel safe' harry answered, waking you up from your troughts.

'You're making me feel safe.' you spoke, looking at harry with a loving smile. 'This really was the paradise. I can't belive there are only a few days left we can enjoy it'.

'Hm- actually. yeah, you’re right', the nervousness was driving harry insane. His blood was boiling, but not in a angry way. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

'Are you okay, love?' you asked, observing his unusual behaviour.

'Yeah, I, uh, just wanted to tell you something. I mean, ask you something' he was obviously blabbering.

Your face scrunched in concern.

'You-you want to break us up?' you were scared, a lot of ideas of bad news were driving around your mind.

'No, quite the opposite though', he gulped.

'What do you mean, haz?' you were now more confused, not realising what he was talking about.

You both stopped and looked in eachother's eyes. he took a deep breath, then said confidently:

'Y/n, since I met you, my world got better in any way possible. You can make me smile, laugh, cry, like nobody can do. Every time you are yourself, I fall deeper in love with you. And with this tension, the love I'm holding in my heart only for you, well, this tension makes me go insane. It's trying to tell me something. It's telling me to kiss you every day, to treat you like nobody else did before, to hold you, to be the shoulder you are crying on, to love you. But even if I tell you that I love you every day, well, I feel that it's not enough. All the emotions that are forming in my chest every time you talk, and even if you just smile, they are pushing me at the edge. What my heart is trying to tell you is that I love you so much, and I want to spend my whole life with you. Without you, I'd be nothing. But with you, I'm harry. Just harry, who trusts you with his life and would never do anything to make you cry or feel bad on purpose. Just harry, who cuddles you every day and holds your fragile heart with so much attention, scared to break it. Just harry, who knows that you love him the way he loves you. Just harry, who every night when you are asleep he thinks to himself :'What did I do to deserve such a angel?' Just harry, who would give his life so you could be happy. Just harry, that wants so hard to call you his wife, that he could explode. And this just harry, who with a miracle happens to be me, would ask you 'Will you give me the honour to marry me?', what would you answer?'

He then dropped on one knee, holding a beautiful ring in his hand. His eyes were sparkling along with the diamond on the jewellery from the dusk sun. The breeze was playing with his curls, making him the most handsome man in the world for you. You were left speechless, a tear forming in your eye from the love confession this boy just did. You felt like the luckiest girl in the world. How many chances there was for you to meet this just harry, how could fate would decide to send this angel to you? Almost impossible, you trought. But still possible.

You let the tears spread on your rosy cheeks and a grin to form on your face.

'Yes! A million times: yes!' you almost screamed of happiness.

He put the ring on your finger and got up, looking at your pretty face before placing his hand on your waist and pulling you in a loving kiss, that type of kiss that screamed 'I want to spend my life with you forever and I love you so much'. You relaxed into the kiss, the cold silver on your finger making you shiver. 'God, this must be the best day of my life', you both trought simultaneously.

You pulled out to catch your breath, and between sloppy kisses on his face you confessed, too:

'I love you so much'

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'You look beautiful, y/n. I'm sure harry will be head over heels when he sees you', Hermione said, arranging your dress and looking at you in the mirror.

It was true, you could admit it. It was a wonderful wedding dress, the wedding dress you were dreaming for. But now, all your dreams were coming true one by one. First, harry potter asking you out, then proposing to you, then waiting for you to come next to an aisle. You were admiring yourself in the mirror, feeling confident and nervous at the same time. You didn't know how was that possible, because they were literally opposites, but nowadays everything is possible.

'He already is, mione' you said, and hermione giggled.

You took a sharp breath and stepped forward, in front of a big crowd. You smiled when you saw how much people cared about you and wanted to see your wedding. You took your father's hand and walked slowly to the aisle, trying to be as serious as possible even if you wanted to explode from the happiness your chest was holding. You made eye contact with harry, and a bunch of butterflies invaded your stomach.

He really was handsome, you couldn't lie. He was wearing a black suit and a white chemise. His hair was messy, but it was obvious he tried to style it for a couple of hours. But you liked it like that. He wouldn't be just harry anymore if his curls weren't messy.

Your hand slowly interlocked with harry's when your father passed you to him. The priest was reciting a speech, but you never actually paid attention to him. You paid attention to harry's eyes, that were drowning in yours. They sparkled in a way they never did, they were exposing harry that he felt the happiest men on earth. With you in his hands, how could he not? He admired every detail of your face, god knows how was created such a beautiful human being. He then looked down at your dress that was fitting you perfectly, hiding all your body's curves that he and only he knew. If he'd die like that, with you holding him until he suffocates, he'd die a happy man.

'harry james potter, do you want to spend the rest of your life with y/n y/l/n and take her as your wife?' the priest asked.

'I do.' he answered looking straight into my eyes, touching the bottom of my heart in a way only he knew.

'y/n y/l/n, do you want to spend the rest of your life with harry james potter and take him as your husband?'

'I do', you spoke, tightening the grip in harry's hand.

'You may kiss the bride'.

You put my free hand on his chest, and he pressed his hand on your cheek, pulling you in a short kiss. If you would've thought about it, you'd feel embarrassed that you captured his lips in another kiss. But you couldn't care less. For you, it was just you and harry in the huge room. just you and just harry.

✰✰✰✰✰✰✰

'I'm not horny' harry said, occupying all the bed.

'Nor am I ' you answered, putting on your pajamas, that were matching you husband's.

'Let's just cuddle then, my wife' harry spoke, gesturing you to place your head on his chest. before you obeyed, you kissed him lovingly.

'Okay, my husband' you mumbled, hugging his chest.

'y/n potter sounds good' he wishpered in your ear, massaging your hair while you traced his abs.

'It does.' you murmured, almost asleep. He gave you a kiss on top of your head and closed his eyes. He could feel your breath slowing, meaning you are almost asleep.

'I love you, idiot' you said and giggled silently.

'I love you too, stupid. So much'

-

[alltoolewis]

Day 2: Ugly Sweater- Max Verstappen 🎁

I'm honestly not the biggest Max fan (as a loyal merc fan!!) but I had so much fun writing this for you guys & I hope you all love it!!!

Summary: It's your first Christmas with the Verstappen family! & When Max turns down the chance to wear the lucky family Christmas sweater... his mother turns to you to persuade the stubborn Dutch! (For imagine purposes only, his mum and dad are still happily married or if you prefer in a civil relationship! It just makes it easier for me to write lol!)

Prompt: “You’re wearing this sweater and you’ll like it.” max Verstappen

(Not proofread!)

"You ready my love?" Max asked as wraps his arms around you from behind, pulling you into his chest as you smell the soft scent of tom ford. Despite you meeting his family before he knew you were nervous, being the first time you have ever spent more than a couple of hours with the Verstappen's!

"Y-yeah. I think so.." You stutter as you feel your body trembling with nerves! You had planned this trip for months! and only now it had hit you that you would be spending 13 days with your boyfriends family, in an unfamiliar country with no place to hide! Don't get me wrong you loved them! & you would like to think that they loved you as well! But you only ever really met them in passing, spending some hours with them on race weekends or quick coffee trips with his mum and sisters. You had never spent the night with them before!

Feeling Goosebumps arise on your bare arms, Max twirled you around so you were facing him. Tucking in a loose strand of hair behind your ear as he left a gentle kiss on the top of your head "Darling... you have nothing to worry about okay?... you already know how much they adore you! My mum never stops talking about how she wants to spend more time with you!! So please stop stressing gorgeous! I promise... I will be by your side every single second of the day, so much that you'll be bored of me by the time the new year comes in!..."

"But-" You stuttered, hesitating as you felt Max's lips on top of yours. Melting in the kiss you finally relaxed, a feeling you haven't felt for hours. Feeling his lips turn into a grin he mumbled against your mouth "No buts... you are going to be fine... Okay?"

Pulling away, you give him one last peck, repeating the words he spoke to you "Okay!"

"Great! Okay, missus... let's go!" Picking up your suitcase he reached out with his free hand "We have a plane to catch!"

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As soon as you arrived in the Verstappen household, you instantly forgot why you were so nervous! As soon as his mum sees you she ran straight past Max and into your arms... causing the young Dutch to scoff!

"Ummm... hello, mum nice to see to you?" He sarcastically sang as he pretended to greet her, causing the both of you to giggle softly at his childish, but adorable behaviour!

"Oh behave!" His mother giggled as she held you tighter in her arms "I see you all the time Max! I never get to see this one!" Letting you go she held both sides of your face "Every time I see you you just get prettier & prettier Darlin...! Still don't understand how that one over there has managed to get you..." Despite whispering the last part Max still overheard his mother's playful remark!

"Oi I heard that!!"

Ignoring her son once again, her focus remained on you "But in all seriousness love... I missed you! & I am so grateful that you decided to spend the most wonderful time of the year with us!"

Smiling, you gave her one last hug "I missed you too Mrs Verstappen & honestly I'm the grateful one!"

"What did I say about calling me that! It's Sophie to you, sweetie! Were family" She laughed, wrapping her arm around your shoulder as she walked you into the warm comfort of their home. It wasn't until 15 minutes later as you sat in their lounge did you realise you were missing something quite important!

"Mrs- Ver- I mean Sophie... I think we have forgotten someone..."

"Have we?..." She asked, looking around the room as she counted everybody! "Jos... Victoria..." Her eyes went wide as soon as she realised "Shit! Max!"

Jumping up she ran to the front door, you quickly following her! As soon as it opened you couldn't help but laugh as you watched him still sitting in the middle of the carpark, nose slightly red as a thin layer of snow graced his clothing!

"Oh know you remember me!" Max yelled as he threw a little pile of snow in your direction "Or do you think you're seeing a ghost right now!?!" Throwing your head back laughing you made your way towards your goofy boyfriend, who was wafting his arms in the air as he continued to make ghost noises.

"Stop being dramatic you... it was like 10 minutes!" You giggle, giving him a hand up as you help wipe the snow off the back of his pants "15 minutes & 12 seconds to be exact!"

"Shut up... & get inside!" Grabbing his hand you pushed him in front of you, smiling as you watched him and his mum greet each other for the first night! No matter how many times they 'argued' or gave each small digs you knew that he was a mummy's boy... he always would be!

As the night went on you felt more at home as his family continued to shower you with festive and welcoming love! However, that comfort slowly started to disappear as the first night came to an end... Tapping Max on the shoulder as the movie credits started to roll you whispered in his ear "Max... where do I sleep?" You knew it sounded like a stupid question, I mean you had been dating for almost 2 years now & was pretty much in his bed every night, but you didn't know how his family would react if you just jumped straight in his bed!

Max whipped his head around quicker than a red bull, face full of amusement as he let out a small chuckle "Did you seriously ask what I think you did?"

Your cheeks flushed red as you noticed you gathered the attention of the rest of the family, "Don't laugh at me.." You whisper, dropping your head in his chest as he continued to laugh. "You are actually adorable!" He cooed, kissing your heated cheek gently as his parents watched in awe "Of course you're sleeping me, you muppet! Where else would you sleep!"

"I didn't want your parents to think I'm a slut just jumping in your bed!" You whispered not wanting his parents to hear, you knew you failed that mission as you heard Jos's deep laugh echo through the kitchen. "Baby... you're my girlfriend! Not some hooker!"

"Unless you're not telling us something (y/n)!" Jos's laughed causing more teasing from the 2 Verstappen men, both finding you're innocent adorable but hilarious! "Alright, that's enough!" Sophie clapped pushing her husband towards the stairs "stop teasing the poor girl & go to bed! All of you!"

Wrapping his arms around your waist, Max guided you towards his room "You heard the boss... let's get to bed!"

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"No Mum! I told you I'm not wearing it!" Max whispered yelled as his mother continued to bother him, cautiously not wanting to be loud in fear of waking you up to early.

"It's a tradition, Max! You have to wear it! It's bad luck if you don't!"

"I'm not wearing it mum! I told you it's not happening!" Max groaned as he continued to pour 2 cups of coffee. His plan was to peacefully wake you up with breakfast in bed and a nice warm drink! However, that plan went south the minute his mum came down carrying her camera and the traditional pile of goofy sweaters!

"You wear it every year son..." His dad tried to justify "Why not this year!"

"Cause (y/n)'s with him!" Victoria teased, as she attempted to ruffle her older brothers hair!

"Shut up! Everyone! You're going to wake her up!"

"Too late..." You yawed, as you wiped the sleep out of your eyes, letting out a small giggle as Max threw his family a death stare "What's going on? Everything okay?" Making his way over to you, Max wrapped you in a hug, cradling your head softly as he continued to press gentle kisses to your temple "Just ignore it, sweetheart, just mum being silly! You go back to sleep love I'll be up in a sec!"

"Silly!" Sophie interrupted the sweet moment as she pushed her son away from you, holding on to your arms "(y/n)… every year we take an annual Christmas photo with Christmas sweaters on! We have done it every single year since he was 1-year-old love I swear... I'm not being silly..." Listening to the saddest in his mother's voice you stomped towards the little pile of jumpers, making sure you found the correct one before throwing it at him!

"Bab-"

"Nope!" You interrupted his pleads, pushing the jumper deeper into his chest "You are going to wear this jumper and your gonna like it!"

"But-"

Repeating his actions from the day before you push your lips towards his "No buts... Your gonna be fine... Okay?"

Max tilted his head to the sound as you smugly mocked him "No way you actually just did that? You mocked me!"

"Okay...?" You pushed, earning his family to snigger in the corner

"Fineeeee!" Max groaned throwing the 'pretty' sweater over his body as he sarcastically smiled "Happy?"

"Happy!" You giggled, pecking his lips in victory. However, you knew he was up to something as you noticed the small smirk growing on his face, calling his mother from the other room "Mum? Is (y/n) gonna be in the picture this year?"

"What Max No-!" Interrupting you, Sophie walked back into the room present gracing her hands as a huge smile plastered on her face! "Funny you ask that Max!" Passing you the small gift bag, her face lit up as you pulled out the exact same jumper as Max! "Welcome to the family Hun!"

"Thank you, soph..." You smiled dying inside as you gave her a hug, Max right in front of you as he silently laughed "I hate you..." You mouthed to him, as his laughter grew.

Making your way back upstairs to get ready for the photo, you smacked Max on the shoulder "Why did you do that!?" You groaned, throwing your head back as you pulled the ugly sweater on, tinsel instantly inching your skin.

"Oh shut up! She was gonna do it anyway!" He protested, pulling you into his chest as he admired you in your matching outfit "You look cute tho!"

"I hate you...!" You groan as he pushes your lips to his, smiling into the kiss as he mumbled your favourite words to hear "I love you too sweetheart!"

"MAX! (Y/N)! YOU READY!" His mum yelled, causing you both to groan. Grabbing onto your hand Max kissed your knuckles softly "Were gonna be fine... okay?

"Okay!"

[justlightlysedated]

you’ve used up all your coupons and all you’ve got left is me (a 3x08 coda)

dedicated especially to @bestillmyslashyheart @michaels-blackhat and @bisexualalienblast 🖤🖤🖤❤️❤️❤️💖💖💖

Alex wakes up suddenly, breathing in sharply, eyes opening wide, heart struggling to leap out of his chest. He breathes in deeply and holds it for a few seconds before exhaling slowly and doing it all over again. 

He barely remembers the dream he'd just been having, the images foggy and fading, leaving behind a sense of urgency, but after being more open with Michael than he's ever been since they were teenagers, he knew that he'd be having nightmares.

Once he feels like he’s not about to hyperventilate, he turns towards the left side of the bed, and finds a smile spreading across his face.

Michael is lying down on his back, one arm flung above his head, the other on his side, pinning the sheet down across his chest. His hair is a frizzy, curly mess, and his mouth is slightly open as he breathes, snoring slightly, still deeply asleep.

Alex turns completely to face him, leaning his head on his arm instead of the pillow, and just stares as the sun starts to rise, spilling gently through the slit of the closed curtains hanging in front of his windows.

Alex hadn’t been expecting it when Michael had kissed him, but that didn’t mean that he hadn’t wanted it with all of his heart. He had just thought that it was something that he would never get to have again, but from the moment Michael stood up and took his hat off his head and moved in close, fingers settling across the back of his neck, Alex had felt something break apart in his chest, like the walls that he'd been trying to build around his heart to stop this from happening again, just fell down at the touch of Michael's lips.

The kiss in itself wasn't what Alex had been expecting either. He'd pushed against Michael, wanting to deepen the kiss, to let the heat that had burst into existence in the pit of his stomach, explode into flames that would drown them both in desire, but Michael had kept it soft and sweet and almost chaste. Kissing him like Alex was something precious and fragile that he'd needed to be careful with, and it was that more than anything that had sent Alex's heart racing, his blood pumping sluggishly through his veins, as though all of it had been replaced with syrup.

When he'd separated their mouths, it was all Alex could do not to push in close and kiss him once again.

After, Michael had taken Alex home, and Alex had spent the entire time letting the anticipation and anxiety of what could happen twist him up into knots so tightly that when Michael had put his hand on Alex's arm he'd jumped.

Michael had been worried, and Alex had thought about just brushing it off, and kissing him to get them back to their usual track, but he'd looked at Michael's face, and Michael’s eyes were large and concerned, and he knew that this was different, could feel it deep down, so he’d taken a deep breath and just let it go.

He’d asked Michael if he wanted to stay, just to sleep, and Michael had looked at him for a long moment, eyes dark and serious, before he nodded his head and had gotten out of the car.

After that everything had been easy, almost too easy if Alex was being honest, the only time he tripped over something was when Michael had stripped down to his underwear, unselfconscious and unaware.

He’d looked at Alex who had been sitting on the edge of his bed, and snorted at the look on Alex’s face, stating that he couldn’t sleep with clothes on, it was always too hot.

Alex had compensated by putting the AC lower and leaving the ceiling fan on, even if that meant that he had to wrap himself up in all of the sheets that he had inside of his closet.

Sometime during the night he’d kicked most of them off, probably because of the furnace that was still sleeping next to him.

Alex stares at Michael, unable to look away, and watching the rise and fall of his chest, itching with the urge to inch closer and put his mouth on Michael’s collarbone, but he contains himself, curling his fingers into the sheet, to stop himself from reaching out.

A shaft of sunlight hits Michael’s face, and he wrinkles his nose, closing his mouth, and turning his face away from the light, moving so that he’s on his side, pulling the sheet tighter and tugging it away from Alex.

Alex grins at the way Michael's face is still scrunched up, and how his curls tumble across his forehead and to his nose.

His smile goes soft and sappy and utterly embarrassing if someone was around to see it, but there is no one to witness it in the dim light, in his bedroom.

He reaches out with one hand, and pushes Michael's hair away from his face, tucking it behind his ear, only for it to fall back across his forehead, making Alex snicker.

The sound wakes Michael up. His eyes blink open, lashes fanning his cheeks, and he takes a moment to realize where he is and who he's with.

A smile, sweet and so loving, tugs the corners of Michael's mouth, something small, but so happy that it makes something in Alex's stomach flutter.

"You stayed," Alex says, eyes on Michael's mouth like they're magnetized, but he can still see the amusement that crosses his face.

"I was tired and it was late," Michael responds, trying for seriousness, but his grin goes even wider.

"Sure," Alex drawls, mocking the way that Michael had said the words, inching a little closer. "That's why you stayed."

Michael just laughs, and it sounds so delighted and free, that Alex can't help but lean even closer.

Michael slides closer too, meeting him halfway, and settling his hand on the side of Alex's face, thumb rubbing gently against his skin, as he presses a soft kiss to Alex's mouth, close lipped and chaste.

Alex's eyes fall shut, as the kiss punches him in the stomach and knocks the air out of his lungs, making him inhale sharply.

Michael pulls away after a second, and Alex tries not to whine, but the sound still crawls up his throat, whiny and embarrassing.

Michael's smile is wide and too bright, almost rivaling the sun, and he keeps his hand on Alex's face as he leans in again, brushing their noses together.

"Morning," Alex says, when it becomes apparent that Michael isn't going to kiss him again right this second.

"A very good morning," Michael responds, sliding his hand down Alex's face and to his neck, making him feel warm and tingly all over.

Alex just closes his eyes, and relaxes into the touch, smiling, pleased and happy, when Michael rubs his thumb across Alex's collarbone.

"You hungry?" Michael asks, voice a low rumble, breath warm and humid across Alex's mouth. "I make a mean veggie omelette."

Alex hums thoughtfully, pretending that he's not completely into the idea of watching Michael putter around in his kitchen making him breakfast while he sits on one of the stools that surround the island counter drinking his coffee, but there is one problem with that.

"I haven't been home for an extended period of time, so I'm pretty sure that there is nothing in my fridge but beer and leftover take out boxes."

Michael gives him a highly judgemental look, like he's wondering how Alex even survived to make it to thirty.

"Okay, fine," Michael responds. "I can make a quick trip to the store, buy some stuff."

He moves, like he's going to roll out of the bed, moving his hand away from Alex.

Alex grabs on to him immediately, wrapping one hand around his wrist and tugging Michael's hand back to his face.

Michael turns back to face him, still leaning up halfway, raising one eyebrow.

"How about instead, we put in an order on instacart and have the groceries delivered?"

Michael lifts both eyebrows, looking surprised, "You can do that?"

Alex rolls his eyes, "Yes, with the power of technology."

Michael scoffs and pulls his hand out of Alex's hold only to grab the pillow he'd been lying on and uses it to hit Alex right in the face.

Alex sits up trying to defend himself but Michael tugs his pillow towards himself before Alex can get his hands on it, using telekinesis while still attacking Alex.

"You're not fighting fair!" Alex says, laughter coloring his tone.

Michael manages to push him down on his back and moves, knees sinking down into the bed on either side of Alex's waist as he leans over him with a wicked smile, hair messy and perfect.

"All's fair in love and war," he says, and moves to hit Alex again.

Alex grabs the pillow before it hits him again, and uses the hold to tug Michael so that he's closer, the pillow crushed between their chests.

Michael is smiling, a dopey, silly, happy, grin, and Alex feels his heart bursting inside of his chest with so much love that he can barely contain it.

"I do, you know," he says, eyes darting all over Michael's face.

"Do what?" Michael asks, voice soft.

"Love you," Alex says, barely hesitating, the words just as soft as Michael's.

Michael inhales sharply, like he hadn't been expecting that, and a look of wonderment crosses his face, making his eyes look sweet and soft.

He leans down, crushing their noses together and stays close, lips just barely brushing Alex's.

"I love you too," he says, and it sounds like a revelation.

Alex closes his eyes and Michael kisses him again.

And later they'll order some groceries and Michael will make him breakfast and Alex will sit and watch him and feel happy and warm at how easily Michael moves around his kitchen. And even more later, they'll check up on everyone and worry about Kyle and Max.

But right now, Alex tugs the pillow out from between their bodies, and settles his hand to the side of Michael's neck, fingers brushing against the back of his ears, and he'll kiss him and kiss him and kiss him until their mouths are red and wet and swollen, and he's aching with it.

There is no other place, he'd rather be.

[shurisneakers]

harmless (ii)

Summary: Bucky volunteers to go stop a small time villain, but nothing can prepare him for what exactly he has to deal with. (Bucky x villain!reader, drabble series)

Warnings: cursing, stealing cultural landmarks, frustrated bucky

Word count: 1.6k

A/N: made a header 4 this fic but i couldn’t take it seriously enough <3 

if you have any ideas for future inventions/evil plans, lemme know! it’s always fun to hear from y’all. 

here’s my ko-fi if you’d like to support my writing <333

Previous Part || Series Masterlist

It’s roughly a week before he sees you next.

Right on time too, according to the briefings he had received. Once a week you’d come up with your next batshit crazy idea and someone would be sent to make sure you didn’t execute it.

It was more of a babysitting gig than anything. Most people would do one, maybe two assignments before asking to not be sent again. 

He was not most people. He volunteers to go again. His afternoon is relatively free and he’s bored. 

Also, and more importantly, he needs to get out of the house before Sam finds out what he did.

“You’ll find her near the Statue of Liberty.”

“How do we know?”

“Oh, she tells us.”

“...she tells us where to find her?”

“Most times, yes. She says it’s time efficient.”

Absurd. He thinks you’re absurd.

Bucky finds you in line to board the ferry. You’re dressed to the nines like an obnoxious tourist, even though you were a local, topped with binoculars and a bucket hat. 

On an unrelated note, he thinks that maybe the mission today is to kill you for daring to wear sandals with socks like a suburban dad. A shudder runs through his body when he sees it.  

He’s wearing all black and a baseball cap. Somehow he’s standing out more than you are.

He boards the ferry behind you, keeping a close eye on all your movements. You take your place near the railing, a seat near the front of the boat. 

His phone rings. He answers it, expecting Sam to screech at him for painting Redwing neon pink again. He should have known it was coming after he shoved Bucky off the quinjet before he had time to strap his parachute on properly. 

“I thought I told you to bring a cape.” 

He quickly looks up at you but you’re not facing him. You have your phone held up to your ear, however.

“How did you get this number?” he asks icily.

“I knew you’d show up again.” Your head tilts to look at the statue in the distance. “Also, thanks for the door money, but I’m not sure I appreciate how you think the least creepy way to give someone money is to drop it off anonymously at their doorstep.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.” He swiftly gets up, stalking over to where you’re sitting. He was advised not to do anything aggressive. Advised was a flexible word. 

“Because I wasn’t going to answer it.” You look up at his figure looming over you. “Oh, hey.”

The phone is still pressed to the side of your face even though he’s right beside you. He cuts the call, shoving it back into his pocket.

“Allow me to introduce my pl-”

“What are you doing here?” He cuts to the chase. 

You send him a glare. “I was going to say it before you told me to. And sit down before everyone thinks you’re going to kill me.”

“Why are you going there?” He doesn’t have time for this, he thinks. He has important things to do. Like watching the reruns of Masterchef Junior. 

He sits in the seat beside you.

“Look at us.” You grin at him. “Me with the evilest outfit I could think of, you with your... Addams Family cosplay. We’re like, two peas in a po-”

“Start explaining,” he interjects. 

You roll your eyes. “I’m going to shrink the Statue of Liberty and use it as a keychain.”

“What?” It’s probably the most benign plan he’s ever heard in his life.

“I’m kidding.” Oh, good. “I’m not using it as a keychain, I’m taking it to class.” Nevermind. 

“What?” He finds himself repeating his previous question.

“I’m shrinking all the statues I can find. I want to use it in my classroom to teach the kids.”

“You’re... a teacher?” He blinks.

“You got a problem with that?” You look offended, to say the least. 

“No.” It’s not what he would peg your occupation as. He didn’t think you had one at all. “How are you planning on shrinking it?”

You rummage through the ugliest fanny pack he has ever had the misfortune of seeing. You pull out a small ring box, complete with a bow tied neatly on top. 

“I was saving this for our third anniversary, but-” you offer him a nervous laugh.

His stony expression doesn’t change, not even a blink. 

“Fine, Jesus, you’re no fun,” you huff, dropping the emotional act when he doesn’t look amused. 

You flip open the lid. Inside there are a few small disks. It looks familiar, he realises.

“Your friend Ant-Boy didn’t file a patent, so I just took his whole shtick.” He wants to defend Scott’s honour; it’s Ant-Man not boy. He doesn’t. He’s too transfixed on what you have in your hand.

“Pym particles.”

“The diet version.” You pick up one of them carefully. “A ripoff, but effective. Just gotta attach it to the thing I want to shrink and give it a few minutes.”

“You’re going to steal the Statue of Liberty,” he says, frankly a little taken aback that you were serious.

“Would you relax? I’ll put it back.”

“That’s not the point,” he damn near exclaims. “You can’t take away the Statue of Liberty just because you feel like it.”

“I literally can.” You point to the chips in your hand. “That’s the point of this, keep up.”

He feels exasperated. He didn’t sign up for this when he became an Avenger.

“Give me the box.” He makes a grab for it but you yank it away from his reach.

“What do you think you’re doing?” 

“I don’t have time for this.” His reruns would begin in an hour.

“That’s my problem, because...” you trail off. 

He rolls his eyes, makes a grab at the box again. His tactic is different this time. He stealthily pins one of your arms down so that you’re basically incapacitated.

“Hey! Stop that.” You fumble against his reach, shoving him with your elbow.

“Just give me the thing and we can all go home for the day,” he huffs, unfazed by your squirming.

“No! Over my dead bod-” 

He doesn’t immediately notice what goes wrong in the scuffle. 

Until you look at the ground near your feet. A disk lay there, undisturbed.

“Is that-” All of a sudden, either he’s getting taller or the ceiling of the boat is getting lower.

“Oops,” you say, not remorseful in the slightest. 

“Are we going to-”

“I’d give it five minutes max.” 

Great. He was stuck on a boat that was beginning to shrink. The other passengers were either oblivious or ignorant to seats that were starting to become too small for them, but Bucky’s heightened senses and extreme reflexes made it hard to skip.

He nudges the piece of tech with his foot. Maybe he can kick it off the boat.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” you warn solemnly. He wants to disagree but doesn’t know enough about the device to dispute you. 

“Fix this,” he hisses, panic slightly rising. His fingers find their way to his phone to send out an emergency text requesting backup and mass evacuation. 

“I think it’s a rather lovely day for a swim, don’t you?” You stare dreamily at the waves that were inching closer up the boat. 

Or you were inching closer to the water. Technicalities were frivolous. 

“There are other people on this boat.”

“River’s big enough for all of us, I reckon.”

“Fix it.” 

“Or what?” There’s a wicked gleam in your eye. “We both know I have the upper hand here.”

“Or I call the entirety of the Avengers here and haul your ass to prison.”

“Will they bring snacks?”

You’re insufferable. You know it. But you also are the fastest way to get out of this situation and right now, he didn’t want to be responsible for a shipwreck simulation. 

“Fine. Tell me what you want.”

“I like soy chips.”

“Soy chi-” He nearly throws his hands up in frustration. “You know what I’m talking about.” 

“I want one historical artifact so I can impress the kids. They think I’m the cool teacher and I want to keep that reputation alive.”

“What makes you think I can arrange for that?”

“You’ve been alive since goddamn dinosaurs roamed this earth, I’m sure you have some connections.” You pause to assess his face. “You know, you don’t look a day over 29. Dermatologists must hate yo-”

“I’ll get you an artifact, now fix the fuckin’ boat.”

“You promise?” You grin brightly. 

He stares at you. You are unyielding. 

The boat’s uncomfortably small and people are beginning to take notice. Worried murmurs fill the air behind him.

“Yes.”

“Okay.” You shrug simply.

You kneel over, picking up the chip from the ground. You do nothing else for two minutes, instead turning away from him to look at the Statue of Liberty that was coming closer.

It takes him a while to realise that half his body isn’t hanging off his chair anymore. The ceiling is moving further and further away from the top of his head. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” He wants to strangle you. 

Why did he listen to you when all of this would have been over the minute he kicked it off the ship. 

“You can drop it off at my lair on Monday and pick it up on Friday.” You gather your belongings, leaving him steaming behind you. “Nice talkin’ to ya, Sergeant.” 

You step over him, flashing him a quick smile before walking off the boat with the rest of the tourists as if nothing had just taken place. When he looks down, the stupid ring box is on his lap.

He sits there, unmoving, eyes fixed on the container.

The ferry conductor asks if he’s going to get off the boat. 

He simply shakes his head.

Next part

[jungshookz]

hwayoung’s two now and y/n’s allowed to be emotional about it, okay?

➺ genre; ceo!yoongiverse!! a little bit of yoongi and y/n being mushy for each other!! fluff!! cutest drabble for the cutest girl!! jungkook and jimin bickering like an old married couple as per usual!! 

➺ wordcount; 3.2k

➺ p.s. this drabble is approximately five months overdue and it’s basically been collecting dust in my drafts so i figured i’d finally release it into the wild since it’s mother’s day today and i thought it’d be nice to read something sweet on this special day!!!! happy mother’s day!!! give ur mom a big ol hug and a kiss on the cheek :-) and if u don’t celebrate mother’s day that’s okay you can still read this for a small boost of serotonin wahoo :D 

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“i’d just like to inform you that if it wasn’t for the fact that today is hwayoung’s birthday, the idea of having cake as part of breakfast would definitely be off the table.” yoongi pauses before turning his head to look at you pointedly, “in fact, it wouldn’t even had made it to the table in the first place.”

“trust me, you’ve made that clear multiple times-” you roll your eyes playfully before offering yoongi a half-hearted shrug, “it’s not a big deal! we’ll just give her a tiny little chunk that’ll fit in her tiny little hand and then we’ll save the rest for later!”

“yeah, right-” yoongi snorts, making his way over to you to hand you a balloon, “you’re probably going to sneak an entire slice of cake into her mouth while i’m not watching-” he teases, digging his fingers into your sides playfully before wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you back against his chest, “you think you’re so sneaky-”

“hey-!” you giggle, squirming in his grip when you feel him starting to nip at the side of your neck, “this is not a very productive use of our time, boss-”

“hey, you two! are you just going to stand there making out all day or are you actually going to help me with the decorations?”

both you and yoongi peer over the edge to see jimin standing by the bottom of the spiral staircase looking very unimpressed and you flash him a sheepish smile 

“we’re not making out-” 

“yeah, well you might as well be-”

“we’re helping! we’re almost done tying balloons to the banisters-” you argue, holding the balloon in your hand up before flopping it around enthusiastically, “we-” you jolt when you accidentally let go of it, watching with wide eyes as it rockets around the ceiling before poot-poot-pooting pathetically and landing on the ground by jimin’s feet

whoops

“…yes, that’s very helpful, thank you.” jimin mutters to himself, shaking his head as he bends down to pick up the sad, spitty balloon up off the ground with a grimace, “when you’re done, come down and help me because this balloon arch isn’t going to make itself! chop-chop, people-” he claps his hands together as he wanders back to the living room to the half-constructed balloon arch

“you know, you’d think that hwayoung was his daughter-” yoongi murmurs lowly, twisting his neck to give your cheek a quick kiss before pulling away

“mm, tell me about i-”

“she’s mine when the two of you drop dead!”

you jump in surprise at the sound of jimin’s voice snapping at you from below and you and yoongi exchange glances before bursting into quiet giggles

“i feel like i should be more concerned that jimin seems to be very eagerly waiting for our deaths.” you joke, reaching for the bag of balloons and pulling out a handful of them

as much as you love your daughter you weren’t planning on having a super big birthday party for her just because..,., well, she’s probably not going to remember most of it considering she’s two and also it’s just the five of you celebrating at home, so you thought that a cake and a bunch of presents would be good enough of a celebration

of course, when you told jimin about these plans he looked like he was ready to bury you alive which is why he insisted that he’d take care of the food and the drinks and basically the entirety of hwayoung’s birthday party and told you that all you and yoongi had to do was sit back, relax, blow up a couple of balloons and also choose a cute birthday outfit for hwayoung

(jimin actually ended up taking over that part as well. he bought her a new birthday dress and a brand new pair of shoes to go with it.)

“everyone can relax! the star of the show has now arrived!”

the sound of the front door slamming shut suddenly shatters the silence and you smile lightly when you see jungkook sauntering in as if he owns the place

“good morning, kook.” you hum, jungkook looking up at you before offering you a lopsided grin, “actually, the star of the show is still fast asleep in her room.”

“oh, right-” jungkook snorts, dismissing you with a flick of his wrist, “i mean, yeah, of course this is hwayoung’s special day- but check it out! i picked up her birthday cake and brought it back here and i didn’t accidentally ruin it somehow!” he raises the big blue box in his hand with a beam, “i’m incredible!”

“that thing looks huge, jungkook!” you frown lightly, “i told you not to go crazy-”

“please tell me you didn’t max out my credit card buying a giant cake for hwayoung.” yoongi chimes in, leaning over and folding his arms atop the banister, “i hope you realise it’s just going to be the three of you having to eat it all-”

“it’s hwayoung’s birthday, i had to splurge! you know that ‘everything is cake’ trend? i ordered a custom cake and asked them to make it look like a giant cookie! but i also ordered a dozen chocolate chip cookies just in case she’s not into the cake.” jungkook smiles proudly before pausing, “…of course, knowing hwayoung, she’s going to love the cookies and the cake, so i’m not too worried. i’m going to see if i can shove these into the fridge-”

“what’s wrong?” yoongi nudges your side to get you to look at him, “you look like you’re thinking, which is never really a good thing-”

“hwayoung’s two now.” you blink twice before turning to look at yoongi, “she’s two.”

“yes. you’re very good at keeping track of our daughter’s age.” yoongi coos, reaching up to pinch your cheek playfully, “good job, baby.”

“two years old!” you gasp, turning around to lean back against the railing before shaking your head, “my god, she’s aged.”

“oh my god, you’re right. the ripe old age of two.” yoongi teases before gasping dramatically and reaching over to grip onto your forearm, “soon, we’ll be thinking about what elementary school to send her off to... and then the next thing you know, we’ll be helping her look for her own apartment when she’s off at university... and then you’ll be going wedding dress shopping with h-”

“stOP stop stop stop-” you wave your hands before covering them over your ears, yoongi laughing lightly when you frown at him, “i don’t want her to turn two! because that means she’s going to turn three… and then she’s going to turn four… and then five, six, seven, eight-” you pause and your eyes suddenly widen in horror, “she’s going to be a sixteen year old one day- what if she turns into a bratty sixteen year old?? because i was a really bratty sixteen year old and i don’t want her to turn out like me! do you know how hard it’s going to be if she turns into me? i used to sneak home at four in the morning-”

“let’s keep in mind that hwayoung is also my daughter and i was not a bratty sixteen year old,” yoongi interrupts calmly before giving your arm a reassuring squeeze, “she’s gonna be fine! and you turned out great, so give yourself a little bit of credit-”

“i just want her to stay two forever.” you pout, crossing your arms stubbornly as you look down the hallway towards her room, “is that too much to ask for??”

“when the terrible twos hit, i guarantee you’re probably going to feel a little different.” yoongi teases, pushing himself up off the banister before gesturing for you to go and join jimin and jungkook downstairs, “why don’t you help jimin out with the balloon arch while i go and wake our little miss two year old up?”

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yoongi presses his lips together tightly as he twists the doorknob, being careful not to make too loud of a sound to accidentally shock hwayoung awake

the last thing he wants is for to burst into tears at the start of her special day

he peers into the bedroom, smiling fondly when he sees a little lump under the covers shuffling a little 

a chubby sock-clad foot pokes out for a second before it disappears again

“이게 누굴까요? [hm… who’s that]?” yoongi asks quietly, the lump suddenly freezing in place, “드디어 일어나셨네요… [i think someone’s finally awake…]”

he tilts his head when a messy head of hair pops out from under the covers, the corners of hwayoung’s mouth immediately lifting in a bright smile when she spots him, “우리 공주 좋은 아침입니다! [oh! good morning, miss min!]”

he lets himself into the room and reaches over to click the white noise machine off before starting to quietly pad his way over to her, his heart melting in his chest when her mouth opens up in a quiet little yawn

“잘 주무떠뜹니까… [gub moming…]” hwayoung murmurs, eyelids fluttering slightly as yoongi reaches down to push some of her hair out of her face

“잘 잤어? [hi, baby… did you sleep well?]” yoongi asks, leaning down to scoop her up, “우리 화영이 생일 축하해… 밑에서 다 기다리고 있어... [happy birthday, my darling… we’re all waiting for you downstairs...]” he whispers, rubbing circles into her warm back when she immediately clings to him, “머리에 물 좀 묻히고 내려갈까? 머리가 아주 산발이네. [why don’t we freshen up a little, hm? the birthday girl can’t take pictures with a bird’s nest on her head.]”

“딴바. [birb’s ness.]”

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“i hope she likes the present i got for her.” jungkook mutters, his foot tapping anxiously against the ground as he looks up towards the top of the stairs in anticipation of hwayoung’s arrival, “i mean, if she doesn’t like it, there’s a receipt in the box so i can return it and get something else for her… but i really hope she likes it.”

“jungkook, she’s two. i gave her a wooden spoon to play with the other day and she was ecstatic.” you snort, peeling an eye open to look at him from where you’re lying on the couch before shutting it again, “i’m sure she’ll love whatever you got for her.”

“what’s the matter with you?” jimin hums, glancing at you for a second before focusing his attention back on sticking the bright pink ‘2’ candle onto the cake, “you look a little out of it today.”

“gee, thanks.” you snort, blindly grabbing one of the throw pillows before hugging it to your chest, “no, i’m fine, i just- i was feeling a little mopey this morning about hwa turning two and now i’m just thinking about how time has just flown by…”

“mm. it seems like it was only yesterday that i was holding your hair back while you violently puked your guts out into the toilet bowl.” jimin jokes, holding a hand to his chest before spinning around to face you and jungkook, “ah… fond memories that i’ll look back on for the rest of my life.”

“you know, i should’ve told yoongi i was pregnant in another way.” you suddenly change the subject, propping yourself up onto your elbows with a frown, “all i did was give him a tiny cookie. how lame is that?!”

“to be fair, you didn’t know how he was going to react, so maybe it was a good thing you went for something so simple!” jimin shrugs, making his way over to you before sticking his hand out for you to take, “c’mon, miss mopey. hwayoung probably doesn’t want to see you throwing yourself a pity party on her special day when she comes down here.”

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“-화영이가 엄마한테가서 이쁜짓 해주는 거 어떨까? [-now, mama is feeling very emotional today, so i think it’d be a really good idea to act extra cute, okay?]” yoongi whispers to hwayoung, planting a quick kiss on her cheek while slowly making his way down the stairs, “of course, that probably isn’t going to be a problem for you, seeing that you’re adorable 24/7-”

“i adowbo.” hwayoung murmurs, leaning down and squishing her cheek against yoongi’s shoulder, “졸려. [i seepy.]”

“졸리다고? [sleepy?]” yoongi pauses on the steps, reaching up to adjust one of her pigtails with a smile, “이거 큰일났네, 졸리면 어떡해! [you can’t be sleepy for your morning conference. look alive!]”

“is that the sleepy little birthday girl?” 

yoongi looks down to see you waiting eagerly at the bottom of the stairs, your hands clasped together and your eyes glued on hwayoung, “good morning!”

“mama!” hwayoung immediately twists around in yoongi’s arms at the sound of your voice, reaching out for you with a teethy grin as soon as yoongi gets close enough to you

“oh, happy birthday, my sweet little baby!“ you coo as you take her into your arms, squishing multiple kisses to her chubby cheek as you hold her close, “happy happy birthday, my beautiful girl…”

“ahppa bouday!” hwayoung giggles, little hands patting against your face

she leans in and smushes her nose against yours before giving you a drooly kiss on the cheek and you can’t help but laugh at how affectionate she’s being with you

see??

you want to keep her like this forever and it sucks to think about the fact that one day you’re going to set her down on the ground after carrying her and you’ll never pick her up again because she won’t need you to pick her up again

:-(

“oh…” you sniffle, suddenly feeling your nose prickle and your eyes starting to get a little tingly, “i love you so much…”

you don’t get much of a chance to say anything else before hwayoung’s suddenly being plucked from your arms, both jimin and jungkook immediately starting to fawn over her as per usual

“우리 화영이, 공주님이 따로 없네! [look at how beautiful you are in your dress!]” jimin exclaims animatedly, hwayoung clapping her hands together in response

her dress is sage green and gingham and it even came with matching ribbons for her hair and you have to admit that jimin made a pretty good choice with this birthday outfit

you probably would’ve stuck her in a pair of overalls or something

“see, what’d i say?” jimin smiles proudly, smoothing down the back of hwayoung’s dress before looking over at jungkook, “i told you the sage green was cuter- 아니 빨간 걸 왜 입혀 뭐 애를 도마로 만들 생각이니- [the red one that you wanted to go with would’ve made her look like a picnic blanket-]”

“아니 도마라니! [red gingham is classy!]” jungkook argues, trailing behind jimin while making faces at hwayoung to get her to laugh, “입혀보지도 않고- [you didn’t even give it a chance-]”

“난 그딴 거 염두에 두지 않는다 정국아- [i don’t need to give tacky garbage a chance, jungkook-]”

“hey, are you okay?” yoongi gives you a quick hug and kiss on the side of your head when he suddenly notices a tear running down your cheek, “she’s just turning two, y/n... she’s not moving out of the country-”

“i know, i know-“ you sniffle, reaching up to quickly wipe at your tears before chuckling, “i guess i’m just feeling extra emotional today-”

“c’mon, parents!” jimin calls out for you two while setting hwayoung down in her high chair, “the candle is melting and this cake is too expensive to get any wax dripped on it-”

“gookee!” hwayoung points to the cake and claps her hands as she bounces up and down on her seat, “gookee, mama!”

“yeah! cookie!” you mimic enthusiastically, smiling widely when she suddenly lets out a high-pitched squeal of excitement, her nose scrunching particularly cutely, “i’m glad to see that you inherited my love for cookies and not appa’s love for muesli.”

yoongi immediately scoffs and reaches down to give your bum a quick swat

“i know she’s saying cookie, but i’m just going to go ahead and say that she’s actually saying the name of her favourite uncle-” jungkook sighs, reaching down to pinch hwayoung’s cheek, “화영이는 꾹이 삼촌 제일 좋아하- [uncle gookee is your forever favourite-]”

“어 응 뉘에- [yeah, okay, whatever helps you sleep at night-]” jimin snorts, shoving the camera into his hands as the four of you stand in front of hwayoung, “okay, don’t touch the cake yet! let’s get some pretty pictures of the birthday girl first!”

“hwa, look into the camera!” jungkook coos, snapping his fingers to get her to look up at him, “그래 삼촌 한 번만 봐 봐- [look at uncle goo- yeah, there we go-]”  

you watch hwayoung fondly as she continues to ham it up for the camera, her little legs kicking in anticipation under the tray

“good girl, you’re being so patient.” you hum before reaching over to pluck a cookie from the open box, “ooh, i’ve been dying to sink my teeth into one of these-” 

“i had one earlier, they’re pretty good!” jimin nods, brushing past jungkook to get to you, “the bakery i ordered them from has, like five out of five stars one google review- hey, what’s that face for?”

“eugh- do the cookies taste a little funky to you?” you face screws up as you swallow the bite before holding the cookie up to take a closer look at it, “it’s just chocolate chip, right?”

“yeah- hold on, lemme try-” jimin frowns, reaching over to steal your cookie before taking a bite of it and chewing thoughtfully

“maybe you just got a weird one?” yoongi suggests, peering into the box with a frown, “all cookies taste funky to me, so my opinion probably isn’t valid here-”

“it’s fine, i’ll try another one later-” you dust your fingers off before perking up and clapping your hands together, “hey, should yoongi and i hop in for some pictures before hwa completely destroys the entire cake?”

“yeah, it… might be a little too late for that.” jungkook clears his throat and the three of you look over to see hwayoung’s tubby arms shoved elbow deep into the cake, “i gave her the green light to go ahead and eat. she just looked so sad and hungry, i’m sorry!”

hwayoung cackles in glee as she continues slapping her hand against the cake, her grubby little hands now sticky and her new dress stained with globs of frosting chocolate

“oh my god.” you stifle a laugh and reach up to cover your mouth so that you don’t burst out laughing at the fact that both jimin and yoongi look absolutely appalled

“i spent, like, ten minutes doing her hair-” yoongi whines, gently nudging you aside so he can hurry over to hwayoung and try to salvage the neat little pigtails he spent forever working on, “and now there’s frosting everywhere!”

“that dress was expensive, jungkook!” jimin snaps, and if you didn’t know any better you’d think he was about to burst into tears, “and i didn’t even get any nice pictures with her before she- come on, man-”

“i’m sorry!”

“ahppy bodday!” hwayoung shrieks in delight and flings her arms up, chunks of cake and specks of frosting flicking out from her hands, “i adowbo!”

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It's Been A Long, Long Time (David x Reader)

Key:

[NAME] - Your Name

[LAST NAME] - Your Last Name

[COLOR] - Your Hair/Eye Color

Requested By @gloom-patrol: I've had this idea in my head for a fic (you can make it a series or a one shot) But basically the reader is a witch who knew David before he turned and she got pregnant with his baby. And then years later reader and her son move to Santa Carla and heard her son made new friends (the boys) the son would be around the same age as the boys bc he's a half witch so he ages differently. And the readers around the same age bc she's immortal. But slight angsty reunion with David but ending with major fluff 🥺

Reader Gender: Female

Summary: You and David were going to get married and start a family in your little town— and then he disappeared. For weeks and months you waited for him, but he never came back. Years down the line, after a while of living a nomadic life with your son, something strange calls you to settle down in Santa Carla, California. Your son quickly finds kindred spirits in a group of boys that stalk the pier, and one of them wears a familiar face...

Warnings: angst, mentions of death and poor treatment of women, like just really shit people in general, very vague hints at a bad childhood for david, slightly ooc david, pre-emerson au, a backstory thats v different from canon, mentions of pregnancy and childbirth, cursing, max is a dick, it’s got a bittersweet ending, i think that’s it.

A/n: ha ha ouchie, this one was kinda painful. how did i manage to write something this long without even giving david a last name? idk. probably should’ve made this like a series or somethin.

also this is sorta based on that song it’s been a long, long time, so feel free to listen to it!

Word Count: 2.7k +

As night falls over your small town, the crickets coming out and filling the cooling air with their song, David is getting ready to leave. You sit in the kitchen-living room of your shared home, rocking nervously on his grandmother’s old rocking chair and wringing your hands in your nightgown; he’s doing too many things at once, trying to sift through his wallet and pull on his pants at the same time.

“Are you sure about this?” You ask for what must be the umpenteenth time.

The blond turns to you and nods with a smile. “I’m sure.”

He’s being incredibly patient, especially for him, but he knows you have reason to worry. The townspeople have been treating you both terribly since you arrived in the first place, but, now that you’re both living together, still so young and only engaged with a baby on the way, they’ve started being particularly hostile. It was one thing when he left to work everyday, leaving at night to go meet someone in town was entirely another.

You sigh. “Just be safe. Please.”

“Always am.”

David has the audacity to grin at you and you can’t help but narrow your eyes. He knows you love his smile.

“You worry too much.” He teases, crossing the room to kiss you on the forehead.

“I think I worry the right amount, thank you very much.”

He laughs softly, a beautiful sound, and finally does his belt up.

“Who are you even going into town for at this hour?”

“A potential business associate, dear [NAME].” He smooths his hair back. “He saw me working today and wants to discuss a job offer.”

Your hesitance must be evident in your face because he’s soon leaning down in front of you again, tucking a [COLOR] hair behind your ear.

“I have faith in this, doll. It could be our one way ticket out of this hellhole.”

His hand comes to rest on your protruding stomach, thumb rubbing in a circular motion.

“I want our kid to have more than we ever did, baby.” He whispers, sounding like he’s talking to himself more than anything. “And I want to get you a ring.”

Even if you were still worried silly, you knew that it meant a lot to him and there was no stopping him now. You press a few quick, soft kisses to his lips and cheeks, getting up to follow him to the door.

He tugs on his shoes haphazardly.

“Don’t stay up, okay? You need your sleep.” David whispers after kissing you once more.

“I won’t.” It’s a lie, you will.

The sound of the car starting is loud and sharp in contrast, cutting harshly through nature’s nighttime melody, and it continues to drown out everything all the way down the dirt road.

As jarring as it was, you miss it and him as soon as it’s gone.

When you can no longer see the shadowy figure of the vehicle you slink back inside the house, sitting on the couch and watching the clock turn until you unwillingly fall asleep.

David never returns.

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The next day a short, round man with a bulbous nose and barely any hair wakes you up by showing up at your door. He introduces himself as Mr. Brown, the ‘business associate’ your fiancé mentioned the previous night, and he asks to see David, stating the younger man never showed up and he wants to know why.

He hesitantly pats your back as you sit on the porch chair and cry.

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You file a police report, but that hardly does anything; they abandon the search within a few weeks.

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A month after he disappears you give birth to a (healthy) seven pound, six ounce baby boy. You and David never really discussed names, relying on the idea that one would just come to you as soon as you saw the kid, but now that he’s in your arms you just can’t think of one.

“What about Nathan?” Barbara, the town nurse, suggests as they pack up their tools.

“Nathan…” You repeat, smiling down at your boy and loving the way it sounds.

“Nathan [LAST NAME]” Dr. Johnson is quick to remind you.

Your shoulders deflate under the man’s sharp gaze. He rattles off some condescending medical nonsense and gives you his number in case of emergency before he leaves, but you never look up at him.

He doesn’t know the house’s phone barely works, and now you and Nathan are on your own.

“It’s just me and you little guy…” You whisper.

Nathan, in all of his cherubic newborn glory, only gurgles in response.

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Days turn into weeks and weeks turn into months and David is still gone. You try everything, sifting through dozens of your mothers spells trying to locate him and always coming up short.

One day, four months after the disappearance, David’s father, Jesse, comes by and tells you to leave.

“I was only letting you stay because David was paying me.” He says.

You try to explain that you could get a job if he and his wife would watch their grandson, but he just won’t listen. He won’t even look at Nathan.

The man who was meant to be your father-in-law gives you three days to pack anything that belongs to you or your son.

On the first day, you pack away the few things you truly own.

On the second, you call your mother and ask her for a place to stay. She says yes, of course, but you were never worried about that.

And on the third you sit on the porch until sunset, mourning a life you never got to have with your baby in your arms. You tell your son about his first home, and how much he would’ve loved it there, and silently wish that, by some miracle, David would randomly return.

You catch the latest bus back to your childhood home and Nathan cries the entire ride.

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Years and years go by and your little boy grows into your face. He has your [COLOR] hair and your smile; he talks like you and walks like you and he even stopped aging at the same age you did. But his eyes are all David.

Sometimes it’s hard to look at him, but you love him so damn much.

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Nathan asks about David a lot as he grows, you tell him all that you can remember. Stories of you two, of how you met and of the future you were going to live; when he asks where his dad went, you can only tell him something bad happened and that you’ll tell him the specifics when he’s older. You don’t want him to think he was abandoned, and you don’t want to accept the reality that you might be.

He still doesn’t get the full picture when he’s older.

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Life can be quite boring when you never really age past a certain point, so you and your son have made the most of it. After a few years in Utah, it was a unanimous decision that a change of scenery was desperately needed.

However, he didn’t seem too keen on Santa Carla when you finally arrived.

“‘Murder capital of the world’ oh, that’s rich mom-” Nathan says, turned around in the passenger seat.

You furrow your brows, glancing in the rear view mirror. Sure enough, the pretty sign that had welcomed you also bore the ominous message in bright orange graffiti.

“It can’t be that bad…” Your sentence tapers off, attention turning back to the road.

Your son huffs.

“You’re basically immortal, Nate. I’m sure you’re going to be fine.”

“And if I’m not?”

“Well, then you’ll discover where the nickname comes from.”

Nathan sticks his tongue out at you for teasing him and makes the music louder as you laugh.

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Magic certainly makes moving easier. All you have to do is whisper a few words and your boxes start to unpack themselves, and, between the two of you, everything gets settled before nightfall.

You’re setting up a few protective wards, the message from that sign echoing through your mind, when he emerges from his bedroom, dressed to go out. You watch in silent confusion as he tugs on some boots.

“Hey, mom, can I go check out the boardwalk?”

It was almost amusing how he already knew you’d let him go. By the time you finish giving him your permission, he’s shouting ‘love you, mom!’ on his way out the door; you respond ‘love you too, be careful!’, your voice competing with the motor of the stupid motorbike he begged you to buy.

When he’s gone, you snort and shake your head.

Even if he doesn’t look like him, there’s an uncanny resemblance between David and Nathan.

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He doesn’t get back in until late, and you ask him about it the next morning at breakfast.

“I met these really cool guys, mom!” He says excitedly, chowing down on some sugary cereal. “They're just— they’re bitchin’!”

Nathan breaks out into the tale of his night, talking at lightning speed all about motorcycles and pretty girls and his crazy new friends. There’s a Paul (a blonde who apparently ate a whole ice cream cone in two bites), a Marko (who dared Paul to eat the ice cream that way), a Dwayne (a brunette who held disappointment in his face but did nothing to stop it), and a David (who kept watching him weirdly through the night.)

You hide the way your gut twists at the name in a smile over the rim of your mug. “They sound like a fun time, Hun.”

Nathan nods exuberantly, his [COLOR] hair flopping about as he does.

“They are, mom. I’m gonna go hang with them again tonight— if you don’t mind, that is.”

You laugh a little.

“As long as you’re careful and don’t burn yourself out. I’d rather not have to drag you back from the beach after you passed out.”

Nathan puffs and waves a hand dismissively. “You worry too much, mom.”

Cocking a brow as he gets up and puts his dish in the sink, you’re quick to bite back.

“I worry just the right amount, thank you very much!”

The déjà vu of the situation sticks with you all day.

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It becomes routine.

Nathan goes out at the same time, he parties with these strange boys all night, and comes home in the wee hours of the morning with crazy stories to tell. A part of you starts to grow fond of these boys, but a bigger part is still consumed by the fear that he’s going to get into trouble.

But that’s stupid. He comes back every day.

Until he doesn’t.

At first, you shove your panic deep down inside of you, hoping that maybe one of his friends saw it was late and offered him a place to sleep.

But then the day flashes by and it’s nighttime and he’s still not home. Your heart is going so fast you fear you might faint and every number you call, every spell you try, falls short; you can’t find Nathan, and you start to spiral.

You don’t remember getting into the car. You don’t feel it come to life as you turn the key and you don’t recognize the road beneath you; like a robot following a track, you make your way down to the boardwalk.

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Like a chicken without a head, you run up and down the boardwalk searching for Nathan. People look at you like you’re insane, brushing you off and cursing at you as you push through the droves. You run down past the rides, past restaurants and stores, to a darker part of the walk; there’s barrels of fire and motorcycles and people in leather.

It’s then you lay eyes on him, your son, your idiot son, and he’s perfectly fine.

He’s down by the end, fooling around with two blonds and a brunet you recognize from the stories. They’re laughing and goofing, just like any other kids. Nathan is fine, he’s alive and breathing— you didn’t lose him.

You sort of double over with relief, breathing heavily and holding a hand over your heart. You know people are probably staring, but you don’t care, even when a shadow moves in your peripheral.

“He looks just like you, [NAME].”

You quickly turn to face the familiar sounding stranger and lose all ability to breathe when you see him.

There’s Nathan’s friend David. Your David. Pushing himself off a pillar, a cigarette hanging loosely from his lips and a long coat hugging his figure; his golden locks have been bleached, spiked up into a mullet, and his skin looks grey in the moonlight.

“He, uh, has your eyes, though.” You say, voice crackling as your eyes drink him in.

“He does.” He’s standing in front of you now, tall stature consuming your space.

The dam in your mind breaks and you can breathe again, tears burning your eyes and blurring your vision.

“Oh…” You, unable to form words, reach up and cup his face in your hands. He leans into your touch. “It’s really you...”

His gloved hand comes up to rest on one of yours and his jaw clenches, those beautiful blue eyes shutting tightly.

“How are you—?” What did you want to say? ‘Still alive?’, ‘still young?’

“I could ask you the same.” He opens his now misty eyes, blue intensely staring into [COLOR].

That’s fair. You always had the intention of telling him about your mother and somehow breaking off a piece of your immortality to give it to him, but you never really got to form a solid plan.

Was he always this defensive?

“I went back to the house.” He says, effectively changing the subject. “But by then you were gone. Both of you were.”

Guilt twists in your gut as a warm tear slips down his cold cheek. You wipe it away and drop your arms, opting to hold his hands in yours.

“I promise I waited for a few months after Nate was born, but your father all but chased me off— wouldn’t listen to me when I told him I couldn’t work yet.”

David’s lip momentarily pulls back into a scowl, a far off look in his eyes as he thinks about his father. He glances over at your son as he plays around.

“If I’d have known you were alive— that you were like this— I would’ve told Jesse to go fuck himself and waited forever.” You promise, turning his face back to you gently.

He snorts a little bit.

“Hey…”

Even if he looked so different, he was still the boy you once knew deep down inside; his shoulders deflate a bit, but he keeps that hard look in his eye.

“I missed you.” He admits very softly.

“I missed you, too.”

David’s hands hesitantly come up to hold your face in the way you held his, and his eyes flicker all over your face.

“Can I?...”

You nod and he presses his lips against yours.

The sensation of his lips on yours sends a current through every one of your nerves, awakening parts of your body and soul that you were forced to put to sleep when you left him in your past. Your heart beats rapidly against your ribs as if to say finally, finally, finally…

If you could’ve, you would’ve let yourself drown in this kiss, not minding the suffocation so long as he is the one doing it, but he’s forced to pull away when one of the boys calls his attention.

“Hey, David!” The blond with wild, untamed hair points to his wrist as if he were wearing a watch. “Time to go, man!”

David rolls his eyes a bit, albeit fondly, and turns back to you.

“Come back to the cave with us, we have a lot to discuss.”

It’s not a question, it’s a command, but you don’t mind. Your hand slips into his easily.

If he noticed any of it, Nathan says nothing. He’s already leaving with the others on the bike he begged you to buy him when David gets on his.

As you swing your leg over the other side of the vehicle and wrap your arms against his waist, you feel him stiffen.

“It’s been a long, long time, princess.”

Yes, it has been— but it never will be again.

[bemylord]

you're begging him to cum

anime: jujutsu kaisen.

characters: yuji itadori, sukuna, satoru gojo.

warnings: toys, oral, gagging, choking, unprotected sex, play with nipples, overstimulated, edging, tied up, hair pulling.

ｙｕｊｉ ｉｔａｄｏｒｉ

'my little kitty, you think you're gonna hide it from me, huh? i can smell you've been dripping, you've been craving for me, kitty'

you can't contradict yourself - you've been craving for his dick for a long time, even become wet of the thought of how deep and rough he'll fuck you. the way his tongue is playing with your nipples and his hand is playing with your clit.

'yuji, ah~' contemporaneously, yuji gently bit your nipples, entered with one finger, makes you whimper. it feels so good, the heat of a man body's is maddening, intoxicates the mind. remarkably. you want to stay forever in this moment.

'yuji~'

'no, sweetie, you can't'

he said that loud, stopped his movements, only spread your legs apart, smirking at you. he licked his lips, approaching face to your pussy. he ran the tip of his tongue on your clit, tongue out unintelligible shapes, still making eye contact: your eyes tightly closed, you desperately keep your fists on the sheet, trying to delay your orgasm.

'yuji, please, i-i'm almost there'

your legs are shaking 'cause you've been holding your orgasm for a long time; and now, this curse is slowing down your pleasure, teasingly playing with your clit, fucking the pussy with two fingers, half-muttering dirty phrases.

'alright, kitty, cum on my tongue, i wanna taste your juices'

you managed to achieve a huge orgasm, almost squeaking his name, throwing hips up, from the sudden surging climax. you're out of breath, hair splayed in every direction, you're looking divine in yuji's eyes. he reached up to your face, kissing you gently in the lips, holding your face, running his thumb on your cheek.

'you deserve a bath, you did a good job, babygirl' he kissed your nose, taking you in my arms, directing you to the bathroom.

no matter how long and unfair he was holding your cum, he'll always take a good care of you.

ｓｕｋｕｎａ ｒｙｏｍｅｎ

'sukuna, i did mean to make you jealous, it was only a waiter' you tried to smooth over the situation, but, hell you you've been greedy for something bad. insatiable for sukuna's cock, rips out your uterus. you kept trying to escape even when sukuna tied you up. yeah, that'll be a long, exhausted night. for you, 'cause king of curses knows what he'll do to you; what variety of punishment you deserve.

'baby, you've been a bad girl and you need to be punished'

he pulled out from the drawer vibrator, grinning caustically. the room filled with his loud, vicious laugh, when he started to come closer to you. silently he turned the toy on the max, making you whimper and squirming on the bed. you're twisting your body from side to side, trying to get rid of the toy. sukuna put his legs between your chest, with the aim that his cock was right in front of your face.

'gag on it or unless you wanna edge all fucking night when i'll jerk off and watching you crying, suck my cock, slut!'

it was a decree from him. not even a request. with the tears in corner of your eyes, you took the tip of his cock, slowly sucking thick dick, feeling how wet you're becoming due to rough handling. he put hands on your head, using it as a toy for his pleasure; entering all the way and going out to the tip of the penis. you're getting choke by his dick, and the toy on your clit still vibrating, aggravating the situation. you whimpered as a sign you close to cum.

'my whore wanna cum? no. hold it until i'll come in your mouth'

ryomen untied one your hand, put it the base of the cock, make you strock his dick.

'the sooner i cum, the faster i'll turn off the toy'

you've been really needy for this moment: when you cum on the vibro, maybe sukuna'd turn it off. the key word is maybe. you're doing everything to make him cum: suck the whole dick, choking by it, let the tears drip down your cheeks, licking the base, to the balls.

'baby, you know how to please your king, right? i'm gonna cum inside you'

you took again his dick in your mouth, stroking it fast until you tasted his hot sperm inside; he's gagging his cock in you, fill you mouth to the full. he slowly pulled out his cock off of you, watching how his sperm dripping down from your lips. you swallowed all his semen, staring in his eyes with tears.

'i'm the fucking king of curses and you're gonna serve me, like a slave, got it? so hold it one more time, because i'm lick your clit'

but still, he did the promise.

ｓａｔｏｒｕ ｇｏｊｏ

'you are such a bad student, huh? you've been acting so bad, hoping that i'd give you my dick, don't you?'

you were on all fours, totally naked, giving satoru a good point of view on your pussy. he whispered on your ear: 'i'm gonna mark you as my toy'. he slammed on your ass; from a strong hit to your buttock you almost fall, but muscular arms satoru didn't let you do it.

he spanked your booty, leaving the red marks that will as a reminder in the morning. he fucking owns you, claiming you as his property my marks and hickeys all of the body. bit your upper body, leaving teeth marks, then licked the label. ran his fingers through your body, outlining every inch of your body, memorizing every curve of your figure with his fingers.

'i'll fingering you and spanking your ass, and if you cum, i won't go easy on you, got it?' you moaned quiet, getting prepared for the hit, when you heard his low voice.

'fucking answer me'

'yes, gojo, i won't cum without your permission'

you heard a quick 'good', before receiving a loud and hard hit on your butt. you whimpered, receiving his merciless slaps. when you first saw him you knew he had some lewd kinks; and, he has them. he loves watching you squirming and whimpering while he's spanking your booty; leaving marks on your neck and collarbone, so all students and people will know what happened last night.

'count my slaps and when you count to ten, i'm gonna please you, baby' you nodded your head, prepared for the hit.

'one'

the force with which he beat you, increased with each blow. you gave up counting, only whimpering and trying to stop him; you gave up on that too.

he ran his fingers to your nipples, pull forward, and squeezes them. your breast fits perfectly in his hands, so he confirms to pay attention to your delicate area too.

'i'm gonna fill you up with me cock and only then i'll allow you to cum'

without a warning, he entered his dick into you, instantly accelerating. your knees will be hurt in the mornings, but rn you're on the nine clouds. he deep and fast movements inside you, right on your soft spot, making you fill the whole room with your loud moans. you tight pussy is squeezing his cock - you're doing the best attempting hold you orgasm. you're doing the task of your mentor, wanna mix your cum with satoru's, wanna lick and clean after intercourse.

'oh baby, i wanna cum with you, sweetie, rub you clit now'

it can't stand for a long time: you both came together, breathing heavily. he lay down on the floor, pulling you closer, holding you tight.

'i'm gonna keep my cock inside you for some time, okay baby?'

you nodded, pulling satoru for the lovely kiss.

you know he'll kiss every bruise and mark on your body, apologizing for it.

[pastelwitchling]

“It’s cloudy, cold and I have a sleeping love of my life in my arms, go find someone else to play your alien catcher games,” Michael whisper yelled and hung up.

When Michael had woken up to a sleeping Alex’s face inches away from his own, he’d been afraid he was dreaming. But as he traced Alex’s cheek with the back of his fingers now and Alex made a soft sound at the back of his throat like a disturbed kitten and burrowed deeper into the warmth of Michael’s chest, as the memory of what they’d done last night and how close they’d been and the time they’d taken to explore every inch of one another’s skin, for once in no hurry, a smile of awe tugged at Michael’s lips.

The wind howled outside, unable to touch them here under the heavy duvet Alex had brought over last night because he’d wanted to make sure Michael was staying warm, and Michael let his hand fall down Alex’s shoulder, his arm, silently reveling in the way Alex shuddered in his sleep and curled up even closer, leaving no room between them.

Alex must’ve been exhausted if even Michael’s quiet giggles into the crook of his neck as he hugged him unbearably close couldn’t wake him. Or maybe, Michael thought, he had worn him out last night. The thought made him bite his lower lip and press his face to Alex’s neck and inhale. He was tired himself, easily able to go back to sleep for several more hours, but he didn’t want to stop staring at Alex. He had neverseen Alex sleep before, never gotten the chance to watch him, to touch his body and watch the way he reacted even in his dreams.

At one point, Alex started twitching slightly, his brows pinched. He made a quiet whimpering sound, turning his head left and right. Nightmares. Michael remembered Alex talking about this once before he seemed to realized he’d mentioned them at all and dismissed Michael’s concerns. Because that was Alex, wasn’t it? Nothing ever hurt him. He couldn’t affordto let anything hurt him.

Michael wouldn’t have that. He pressed his lips to Alex’s ear and softly shushed him, his other finger tracing a line from Alex’s brow down to the tip of his nose and back up again.

“Shh,” he whispered as softly as he could. “You’re okay, Alex. You’re safe here. You’re with me.”

“My Michael,” Alex murmured in a breath barely quieter than a whisper, as if every part of his mind yearned for Michael to be closer, before he pushed his face into Michael’s chest hair and his breaths settled again.

“Yeah, baby,” Michael murmured against Alex’s lips. “Your Michael.”

He opened his mouth against Alex’s, leaning in to kiss him, when his phone buzzed on the counter behind their heads. Alex flinched at the sudden sound, whimpering ever so slightly, before Michael levitated the phone right into his hand and answered his sister through grit teeth.

“What?” he hissed.

“I need you at the Crashdown,” Isobel said. “Max and Liz might have a trail on Jones and Rosa’s working on hearing frequencies.”

Michael shook his head. “Great, sounds like you’ve got everything taken care of. I’ll see you in five hours.” He looked down at Alex, his naked torso, his strong arms, his rosy cheeks and lips. His mouth watered at the thought of what they would do when he woke up. “Make that seven.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Isobel said sarcastically, “did you forget that there’s an evil alien with our brother’s face going around killing people?”

“Alex has a radar set up to find him,” Michael said, unable to help the smugness in his voice. “Tuned in to his frequency and his particular signature. He’s also got an alert system set up so if it finds anything, we’ll know. That said, good night.”

“It’s seven in the morning!”

“Not for us,” he argued.

“Michael!”

“Listen, it’s cloudy, cold, and I have the love of my life sleeping in my arms,” he whisper-yelled. “Go find someone else to play your little alien catcher games,” and he hung up.

Letting his phone float back to the counter, Michael snuggled back down until he was comfortably curled up with Alex again. He was just starting to heave a long breath when heavy knocks came at the door.

“MICHAEL!” Isobel’s voice sounded. “You are not sleeping in when Rosa needs your help, OPEN THIS DAMN DOOR!”

Alex flinched, his eyes flying open this time as he sat upright.

“No no no,” Michael murmured, taking Alex’s groggy face in his hands and pulling him in.

“What’s happening?” Alex mumbled, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“It’s okay, go back to sleep, everything’s –”

“Michael!”

Alex turned in the direction of the door, brows furrowed. “Is that Isobel?”

“Doesn’t matter.”

“Open up!”

“What’s wrong with her?” Alex started to get out of bed.

“Do not get out of bed!”

“Guerin,” he said, more awake now, “she could need help.”

“Who cares?!”

Alex pulled on a pair of briefs, Michael’s pair of briefs, which made Michael die all over again, and opened the door to Isobel’s knocking.

Isobel’s fist was up mid-knock, and her eyes widened at the sight of Alex, half-naked, in front of her.

“Oh my god,” she muttered, “you really are here. Oh my god,” she repeated, her wide eyes raking Alex’s body up and down. Michael felt a possessiveness force him out of bed in one step. Isobel reached out as if to touch his pecs. “You – uh – sure you’re completelygay?”

Michael came in between them at the last second, keeping Alex behind him, his grip on his arm tight. “Yes,” he said through grit teeth. “Don’t touch him. Nobody touches him but me.”

Isobel raised a brow, unimpressed, and Alex sighed, a half-amused, half-exasperated smile tugging at his lips.

“Oh,” he said. “It’s one of those mornings. I’ll get dressed.”

“What?” Michael whipped around. “No, you’re not going anywhere.”

“Actually, if Alex comes, then you could stay in bed,” Isobel told Michael with a self-satisfied grin. “Isn’t that what you want?”

“I want to stay in bed with Alex,” Michael growled. “Alex, you don’t have to go anywhere, you’ve worked hard enough this week!” He stepped closer to Alex to keep Isobel from listening in, and lowered his voice. “After what happened with the Lockhart Machine –”

“Don’t do that,” Alex said, though everything about him was fond. He cupped Michael’s cheek. “I’m not made of glass, I can handle this.”

“I don’t want you to handle this,” Michael argued, gripping Alex’s waist to keep him here. “Please, Alex, I . . . just not yet. Just give us today. For me, please.”

And as always, Alex seemed able to see into his thoughts. I’m not ready to see you risk your life again, not so soon. You may be tough enough to handle it, but I’m not.

For a moment, Michael worried Alex would dismiss his concerns, tell him he was worrying for nothing. But then Alex’s shoulders fell, he gave a half, soft smile, and leaned in, kissing Michael’s lips. When he pulled back, he spoke to Isobel over Michael’s shoulder.

“Sorry, Isobel,” he said. “We can’t today.”

Isobel, who’d been watching the exchange, had her eyes narrowed, her brows furrowed in concern. She seemed to realize something horrible had happened recently, even if Michael was unwilling to talk about it. She nodded.

“Okay,” she said, then took a deep breath and repeated, “Okay. I’ll – uh – let everyone know it’s your day off. Sorry to wake you guys.” She turned, then stopped, and looked back at Alex. “So definitely gay then?”

“Get out!” Michael snapped as Alex burst into laughter behind him, clutching Michael’s shoulders to steady himself.

Isobel looked more put out that Alex was off limits than for anything else, and as soon as she had driven away, Michael shut the trailer door with his mind and picked Alex off the ground. He tossed him onto the bed and hovered above him. Alex’s eyes darkened as he gripped his arms, urging him closer.

Michael leaned in, pressing their foreheads together, taking just a few short seconds to reassure himself that Alex wasn’t on a ledge, but here, safe and sound in bed with him, before he bit Alex’s lower lip and grinded his hips down.

Alex’s lips parted in a moan and Michael took the opportunity to slot their mouths together. When he pulled back, Alex’s eyes were dazed and his cheeks were flushed.

“Guess I’m just gonna have to wear you out again,” he breathed, and kissed Alex’s eager grin.

I deviated just a little bit, hope that's okay. Prompt requests have been permanently opened, y'all, but no promises on how quickly I will deliver them.

[anna1306]

Here's a Lost Boys poly scenario thats been haunting my thoughts, okay so what if one night the guys are out hunting. Not wanting to go with them and just want to relax back in the cave their s/o are just listening to music when 'Masquerade Suite Waltz by Khachaturian' comes on, which they start dancing to, around the same time the boys come home watching their s/I dance for alittle before taking turns dancing with them

Quiet dancing

That was normal night. Absolutely normal, slow even. Quiet, without any fight, or Max barging in with some super important agenda. The boys were super lazy, so they didn't even go to the Boardwalk.

- I want to eat, - Paul whined, putting away the records he was flipping through the last half an hour.

- Something or someone? - Marko giggled, letting you go from his hands. You sat away from him, not far away though.

- Of course someone, we had Chinese yesterday, - Paul threw a pillow from the ground into him. You just grinned, watching Marko catching it with ease. David stopped him from jumping at Paul though.

- We can go on a hunt, - he offered. Dwayne shrugged and stood up. You smiled but stayed at the couch.

- I'm not hungry and I want to relax a bit, - you looked at David. He smiled back at you and touched your cheek with gloved fingers.

- You sure, kitten? We always can grab a bottle and bring you "takeout", - he offered with a grin. You just shook your head. He bent over, kissing you on the forehead. - Alright then, we'll be back soon.

- Don't miss us! - Paul laughed, taking off with the others. You just waved at him, resting on the couch.

There was hardly a quiet night at the cave, so you used what you could. You planned on relaxing a bit, maybe sleep a little. You didn't know why, but you were lazy that night. Well, maybe it was an atmosphere

The most active thing you did - grab a book you hadn't finished (thanks to Marko and his tickling contest) and, searching through Paul's record, find the one with more or less classical and relaxing music, putting it in the record player.

You spent almost half an hour, reading and sometimes humming to the motives, when you grew tired from the book. Yes, it was interesting, but you already got used to the noise on the background, so now when it was gone, it was strange to concentrate on the book. Funny. You wanted peaceful evening and when you got it, you realised you were already used to the chaos.

The music turned to more dancing one. There was already one waltz, and now the other was playing. It was more vivid, more bright one. So you decided - why not dance? Yes, alone, but so what?

You hummed to the music a little, laying with closed eyes, and then stood up. You swayed from side to side to the motive. You laughed - if boys see you, they would think you've gone crazy. You twirled around yourself and swayed a little more, but when you turned around, you bumped into someone.

Your eyes shot open and you saw grinning Marko. He grabbed you by your waist and spun you around. From the surprise you squealed and laughed. You noticed the others too, they had returned. Geez, how didn't you notice them sooner? How much did they see?!

- You're so cute, - Marko whispered to your ear. You giggled a little, knowing that he can't dance waltz for the sake of his life, but he still swayed with you a little, though jumping a little from all of his emotions. You hugged him and kissed his nose.

- I thought you would think I've gone crazy, - you admitted, when Marko suddenly grabbed you hand and twirled you around more. Then you were caught in the other pair of hands.

- We could never think so, princex, - Dwayne. You smiled at him, while he took your hand and swayed you in more proper waltz. He definitely knew how to dance it even in a closed space like the cave, but you couldn't care less even if he stepped on your toes. He smelled like fresh sea, some salt and blood, his hair was still wet. You smiled. They remembered that you hated the mess at the cave they had left after their hunts. They listened to you...

- Don't take them all to yourself, - Paul's hands grabbed your waist from behind and pulled you to him. You laughed a little, swaying with him to the rhythm. When you turned to face him, he acted like he was super serious, taking you by your hand and trying to dance with you proper waltz. His other hand went to grab your butt, but... You were used to that. You only snuggled up to him more, looking at him slyly, knowing exactly what you were doing. Paul laughed at that, spinning you around and letting you go.

You stopped right in front of David. He didn't grab you like the others, but you could see the interest in his eyes. He outstretched his hand to you and you smirked. He wanted you to come to him, this proud man. You shook your head at the realization, but still put your hand in his, letting him pull you towards him.

He swayed you to the rhythm, holding you oh so closely to him, but not clutching your sides, like Paul did. He didn't jump in excitement, like Marko. He danced almost as good as Dwayne. Almost, more freely though.

- If only you knew how much we love you, kitten, - whispered he to your ear. You smiled, closing your eyes and putting your head on his shoulder. You could let him lead you - he won't harm you ever, you knew that. You were safe in his arms.

- I know. I'm part of the coven, I can feel that, you know...

- No, you have no idea even with that, - he laughed a little. You were dancing more freely, as if there was no couch or anything else around you. You furrowed your brows a little and opened your eyes. You were floating in the air, and you instinctively squeezed his shoulder. - I won't let you go, don't worry. We won't let you go, - he added. You looked at his eyes and kissed him.

You loved these quiet evenings as much as the wild ones. If not more so.