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Autumnal Delights

Modern AU-esque. In which you and Sunday visit an apple orchard and create something delicious. Sunday/GN Reader, established relationship. Written for @owlespresso's Autumn Festival collab! On AO3 here. kudos, comments, and reblog are appreciated

The air was crisp and fresh, a reprieve from the oppressive summer heat that carried the slightest sweetness.  Dirt crunched under foot as you stepped off the line of people, two paid bags in your hand.  Sunday hung back from the clusters of people, instead taking a picture of the orchard map and stepping away to research the variations listed on it.

The first attempt at this had gone rather poorly.  That day, it was muddy and the harvest wasn’t that good.  Most of the remaining selections were picked clean and he’d torn a sleeve reaching to prevent you from falling.  He couldn’t fathom why people willingly picked their own fruit when it meant such an ordeal.

And so you planned better.  Made sure the weather was ideal.  You arrived as early as you could.  He was still a little uneasy but prepared.  More rugged but still stylish shoes joined a light modern jacket and while he still wore slacks, they were more durable than his suit pants.  You could tell by his wings that he felt at ease, and when he cast a warm smile as you approached, you saw a fraction of a flutter skin his cheeks.

“We’re all set,” you said, holding up the plastic bags.  “We can pick as many as we can fit.  Where should we start?”

Sunday assessed the map again, this time marking up the photo, drawing a loop around certain patches that ended at the entrance.  He showed you the result.

“This allows us to hit every grove that has the types you need—Granny Smith, Golden Delicious, and Honeycrisp—while also providing the most variety and enjoying the entire area,” he explained.

He pointed to particular groves along the way.

“I, for one, would love to try this…Keepsake variety,” Sunday said, making a note.  “It is apparently sweet and aromatic.”

You stifled a laugh as you looked over the grove listings.  “Sounds a bit Ludacrisp if you ask me.”

Your companion shook his head and shot you an enigmatic smile before you began to head towards a particular grove.  Sunday extended his arm and you took it, nestling your hand in the crook of his elbow as you surveyed the orchard, the trees absorbing much of the surrounding chatter.  The sky was clear and vibrant, a sharp contrast against the greenery.  Grass rustled as you walked and when you came to the grove with Granny Smiths, both of you began assessing the best options.

“Was there ever anything like this on Penacony?” you asked.  “Not apple picking, necessarily, but…did any dreamscape ever have its own seasons, ever emulate certain qualities from other planets?  The Charmony Festival is once in an Amber Era but…”

You plucked one apple, and then another, dropping them into one of the bags.  Sunday reached up above you and, after examination, pulled it from its perch with a snap, leaves shivering from the vibration.  It joined the others with a hiss of friction against the plastic.

“The Moments of Oasis and Scorchsand both have certain qualities that would allow for it, but considering they are still parts of a dream and one is asleep…it makes for a poor substitute compared to the feeling of the sun pouring down and the tickle of leaves or hearing genuine laughter and excitement,” he said.

Sunday’s words sat with you for a moment as you watched his eyes skim the tree, looking for a suitable candidate.  The morning sun glinted off of his halo and made his silver hair sparkle.  He was clearly trying to be present and cognizant of the moment, focused not only on being efficient but enjoying the day.

You moved on to the next section, looking for Golden Delicious next, every once in a while pausing and taking in a particular view or scent or sensation.  Along the way, you came across trees with irregular shaped apples, red coloration over yellow skin.  Sunday checked the map and paused, careful in his section.

“So these are Keepsakes…” he murmured.  “Quite vibrant.”

You held out the other bag, still empty, wordlessly offering your assistance.  Two bags made it easier to keep the apples you needed for baking separate from what you considered the edible options.

He picked three but paused with the third.  His hand hovered over the bag before it pulled it back, wings folding in careful consideration before he let the apple join the others.  

“I don’t know if I’ll enjoy them.  It seems quite wasteful to take up space if there’s another type you would like.” 

“The whole point is to try something new, not just get what we need for baking, Sunday.  Pick what you think you might want to eat,” you replied, adjusting the bag to lay a reassuring hand on his upper arm.  “Don’t hold back all because of a possible what-if that might not be the end result.”

Sunday leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.  You felt his words of gratitude against your skin more than you heard them as his wings grazed your cheeks.  You continued on until both bags were bursting; the smile on his face during the drive home was worth every aching bone in your feet.

The next day, you tied an apron around your waist and assessed the haul closely, ingredients laid out and recipe card nearby.  It was an old thing, a copy of a copy passed down over the years, boxed at the corners with a coffee ring marring an edge.  You knew it by heart by now.  But you wanted Sunday to have the full experience.

He was already neatly folding up his sleeves and pulling them up so they stayed without constant checking.  Much like yesterday, he was wearing clothes that wouldn’t need dry cleaning and could handle the inevitable mess.  You couldn’t help tracing the lines of his hands up into his forearms, shaped from his time adventuring on the Express.

Out of the corner of his eye, Sunday caught you watching him and his wings fluttered as pink crossed his cheeks.  You smiled and mouthed an apology, only for him to step behind you, hands on your waist as he nestled into your neck, feathers tickling.

“I am always flattered by your admiration, my beloved, but you shouldn’t allow yourself to be so easily distracted.”

With a peck to the curve of your neck, Sunday pulled away and plucked his own apron from the nearby rack, ready to start.

You washed the apples together before you began to peel them.  At first, you expected to have to show Sunday how to hold the small knife and angle it just below the surface; he surprised you, picking up both with practiced ease.  The skin came free in long, curling ribbons that were pushed aside to be baked separately.

“It wasn’t often but I used to do this for my sister,” Sunday said when he caught the curious tilt of your head.  “Peeled and cored, with the skin left to be given to the visiting birds and other creatures in the gardens.”

There was more to the simple tale, you sensed, but you remained quiet and waited until he finished an apple before pressing a clean hand to the space between his shoulder blades.  Chances were, like all things, he stopped not because he didn’t want to, but because of his growing duties as Family Head.  

He said nothing else but cast you a soft smile before you stepped away to take care of the dough.

Butter, flour, baking powder, salt, were whisked together as Sunday continued peeling, humming as he went.  You added ice-cold water to the dry mixture, mixing with a fork before you reached over and pre-heated the oven, the soft pop of the ignition barely audible underneath Sunday’s melody.  Often, he wasn’t aware he was doing it but had said that it was a reflex when he was content, relaxed enough to focus his thoughts elsewhere.  

You didn’t recognize the tune but swayed softly as you sprinkled flour across the counter and began to roll out the dough.  Your heart skipped as he continued, his humming only broken by the snick of the apple corer and slices dropping into the ceramic bowl nearby.  

With the dough tucked into the pie dish and pricked with a fork, you turned your attention back to Sunday, who was finishing the last apple.  All of them were uniform and perfectly peeled, the air smelling tangy and sweet.  Baking took a specific exactitude that seemed to fit him like a glove and he measured each ingredient out precisely as needed.  You, in turn, stirred the apples to coat them, pausing only so Sunday could add a liquid after each thorough mixing.  Lemon juice, and then water, and then flour for good measure.

“Wouldn’t that upset the flavor balance?” Sunday asked.

“It’ll keep the filling from being too runny,” you replied.  “Otherwise it can ruin the crust, too.  Can you pour this into the pie dish?  I have to start on the dough for the top latticing.”

You made quick work of the second batch of dough, and rolled and cut strips, showing Sunday how to weave them between one another.  Here, too, you watched his precision at work as he kept the strips equidistant, spacing them perfectly.  Even after the edge of the dish was finished, both of you were left with a sizable amount of dough.

“We could decorate it a bit,” you offered.  “There’s enough here for a braid around the edge, maybe?”

After a beat, Sunday said, “I have an idea.  If you’d permit me?”

As soon as you nodded, he was undoing the ties of your apron, shooing you from the kitchen.  Your face must have carried a look of concern, eyes darting to the oven, because Sunday only chuckled and wiped a stray dusting of flour from your cheek, smile steady.

 “The recipe is very exact about the rest of the baking process, don’t fret.  I’ll come get you when it’s finished.”

With no other choice, you retreated from the kitchen, the smell of cinnamon and cloves and apples and butter wafting through the entire living space.  The timer went off roughly an hour later and Sunday retrieved you after you heard the oven open and close, the corners of his lips quirked upwards, proud in his triumph.

He covered your hands with his eyes and led you back out into the kitchen, chuckling softly when you mentioned how thick the scent was.

“That was your handiwork, you picked the arrangement.  I merely measured,” Sunday said, the tip of his nose nuzzling the back of your head.  “Okay, you can look now.”

His warm hands pulled away and you gasped at the golden perfection.  The edge of the pie had a vine-like pattern and small flowers dotted the cross-sections.  Tiny leaves were placed along the edge, carefully shaped to look like some of the leaves you picked up and pressed earlier in the season, the first leaves to fall this year.

You turned around, beaming.  “It’s so pretty I don’t want to eat it!  You have to have the first bite when it’s cool, I insist.”

Sunday, instinctively, was about to protest and defer to you as he always did, thinking of the joy of others; he paused when you shook your head and his wings relaxed, his face turning pink again.  It brought him delight to see others partaking, you well knew, but why deprive himself of the same?  He, too, deserved to feel the excitement and joy of his hard work every once in a while, not just witness that of others.

A compromise was reached—a shared first piece—and you swore you knew no greater joy than his expression, eyes closed as he ruminated on every flavor, wings fluttering with exuberance.  Warmth spread through you as you took a bite, sugary spice running along your tongue with buttery crispness from the crust.

Next time, you reminded yourself silently, he had to try it with ice cream.

[endless-summer-soldier]

dr. feelgood - chapter three

pairing: Surgeon!Bucky x SurgicalIntern!Reader

summary: Y/N has a one night stand with a handsome stranger the night before starting her new job as a surgical intern. Little does she know, the handsome stranger also happens to be her new boss

a/n: this one is pure steam and maybe the best smut I've ever written ;) I hope you all enjoy ittttt

warnings: must be 18+, smut, praise kink, unprotected sex, rough sex, biting, spanking, dirty talk

word count: 2k

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The surgery was excruciating, yet also exhilarating. It lasted nine hours, but watching Bucky work was amazing. He was so calm and in control of everything, maneuvering each unknown with a sense of ease. Even the nurses seemed smitten with him. And his eyes. Every now and then he would peer at me with those eyes and I thought I might melt. Even though we were in the operating room, he was giving me flirty bedroom eyes and I was very into it. He would ask me questions, testing my instincts and my surgical knowledge and with every correct answer he praised me.

And then he let me cut, and I knew I was a goner. He was teaching me by letting me actually do surgical procedures instead of just watching. It wasn’t anything major, but I was doing it when all the other interns hadn’t even seen the OR yet. I loved that he was challenging me to make me a better doctor.

Once the surgery was complete and the patient was stable, Bucky instructed me to close up. It mostly consisted of sutures and tidying up the wound which wasn’t terribly difficult, but it was something I got to take the lead on. Bucky walked out of the OR and I could’ve sworn he gave me a wink as he passed me by. 

When I walked out of the operating room, I felt on top of the world. I couldn’t stop smiling. And then I saw Bucky, in his scrubs, leaning on the counter by the nurses station, biting into an apple. I knew I was toast. The only explanation for my actions is that my brain was not working rationally, still feeling the natural high from surgery.

I joined him at the nurses station, pretending like I was looking at paperwork.

“Nice work in there, Dr. Barnes,” I complimented.

“Why thank you Dr. Y/L/N.” 

“Would you mind coming with me? I have a patient issue that I think you should see.”

“Is it urgent?” he asked, taking the last bite of his apple.

“Very urgent,” I said. Before I could wait for a response, I walked down the hall, away from the patient rooms. 

It wasn’t a long walk to our destination. I could sense Bucky walking behind me and heard him say, “Where exactly are we go-”

Before he could finish his question, I grabbed his wrist and pulled him into the on-call room. I deftly locked the door and pushed him against the wall, immediately connecting my lips to his. I kissed him with desire and it only took him a few seconds to react and kiss me back. He tasted sweet as I sucked the lingering nectar from his honeycrisp apple off his bottom lip. The next minute, his hands were all over me and I was trying to get his scrub top off.

“You were amazing in there,” I breathed as he kissed my neck. 

“Prepare to be amazed again,” he replied.

“My god, you’re so cocky,” I stated, in between kisses.

“You got that right,” he smiled as he redirected my hand to the bulge in his pants. His arrogance was oddly a turn on, and I knew it was completely warranted. He was good at his craft: in the OR and in the bedroom.

I slid my hand into his pants and grabbed his throbbing erection, moving my hand up and down the shaft with varying levels of pressure.

“You are such a tease,” he whispered, effortlessly pulling off my scrub top.

“You like it,” I countered, tugging on his earlobe with my teeth. That set him off and I was no longer in control. 

He now had me pinned against the wall with my pants around my ankles. I worked to get my shoes off and kick my pants away as Bucky’s fingers started exploring my folds and circling my clit.

“How’s that, baby?” he murmured. 

I barely had a response, “So, so good.” I clawed his bare back as a means of portraying my arousal. 

“I’m gonna need more than that.” He unclasped my bra with his free hand and his mouth was on my nipple like cobalt being pulled toward a magnet. I let out an involuntary moan and my head lolled back onto the wall with a gentle thud. He pulled his lips from my breast to work his way up my chest, pausing to bite my collarbone, before invading my mouth yet again. He increased the intensity of his fingering and a deep moan escaped my mouth right into his. He pulled back slightly and smiled into the inch of air between our lips.

“Are you ready for me?” he asked. It was then I noticed he had shed his pants and his hard-on was eagerly poking my abdomen.

I nodded my head as I tried to still my breathing in preparation for what was to come.

“Use your words, sweetie.”

“Yes, please. I need you inside of me, Bucky.” Hearing his name across my lips sent him into a frenzy. He grabbed my backside and hoisted me up, pushing me into the wall even further. I wrapped my legs around his torso and he effortlessly slid into my sopping wet pussy.

“Fuck,” I breathed as his phallus filled me up. He continued thrusting in and out, changing up the tempo when I least expected it.

“That’s it, baby. You’re taking my cock so well.” His praise turned me on more, if that was even possible. “You’re so tight, you feel amazing.” I clutched onto him tighter, running my fingers up his neck and through his cropped hair. I clutched his short hair in my hands and pulled his head back, away from my face. He looked surprised initially, until he realized I wasn’t signaling for him to stop, I was redirecting him. I offered my exposed neck to him and he grinned before running his tongue from my ear down to my shoulder. I sighed when he opened his jaw wide and sunk his teeth gently into my shoulder. I shuddered as he sucked in, surely leaving a mark on my fair skin.

“Oh you like it a little rough huh?” he asked, working his tongue around my ear. I couldn’t form words, so I just nodded my head and let out another heavy breath. He smacked my ass and I let out a little yelp, taken by surprise but enjoying the tingling sensation.

“I’ll give you rough,” he growled. He carried me over to the squeaky mattress and tossed me down. I grinned up at him and saw him smiling down at me, “Flip over, pretty girl.” I moved so that I was in tabletop position, propped up on my elbows and Bucky grabbed my hips with his steady hands and yanked me toward him. He entered me from behind with a quick thrust and I was back in a euphoric state. He worked quicker this time, his thrusts moving at an increased pace and his hand continued to find my ass without causing too much pain. 

My mind was cloudy as I neared my orgasm, but I remember him continuing to praise me with words like, “You’re such a good girl, taking my big cock.” There was a final deep thrust and shockwaves ran through my body. I had no control over the sounds coming out of my mouth as I finished and Bucky was right behind me, pulling out and spreading his seed over my bare back. As I drifted back down to earth I purred, “You are a god,” before realizing just how pathetic those words were. Bucky didn’t acknowledge my compliment and instead found his scrub top and cleaned me off.

I turned over and slid under the covers of the bed, seeking a moment to catch my breath and reflect post-coital. I was surprised when Bucky slid in next to me and planted a kiss on my forehead.

“What are you doing?” I asked, stunned by his actions.

“I’m cuddling you,” he replied, turning me to the side so he could spoon me.

“Why?” I asked.

“Because we just had sex and that’s what you do after sex.”

“Maybe if you’re in a relationship, which we are not.”

“Oh come on, just enjoy this.” He said, grabbing me around the waist and pulling me tight toward him. I had to admit, it did feel nice.

We caught our breaths in silence for a moment, but my head was reeling. I couldn’t believe that I initiated this. What was I thinking? This was such a bad idea. And the over-analytical side of me couldn’t put it to rest.

“So, this can’t happen again,” I finally stated.

“Oh really? As I seem to recall, you initiated this.”

“In a moment of weakness,” I argued.

“You can’t tell me you didn’t enjoy that.”

“I did,” I admitted, “But it was a bad idea.”

“And why’s that?”

“Because it’s inappropriate! You’re my superior. You’re supposed to be mentoring me and teaching me things.”

“Oh I can teach you plenty of things,” he purred.

“Not sex things. Surgery things.”

“Who says those things have to be mutually exclusive?” he turned me over so that I was facing him.

“I cannot be the intern who is screwing her attending.”

“Who cares?” he asked.

“I care! I want to be known as a good surgeon for my skills, not because my boyfriend is letting me scrub in on all his surgeries.”

“Did you just call me your boyfriend?” he preened.

I rolled my eyes, “It was hypothetical.”

“Regardless, I’m going to play favorites whether or not we’re together because I think you have a talent for trauma and you’re better than all the other interns. The fact that I like looking at you and I enjoy being around you is just an added bonus.”

“Okay but you are an esteemed surgeon. I am barely out of med school. If things go south, I’m the one that’s getting fired. And I care too much about my career to jeopardize that.”

“Well I certainly don’t plan to mess this up.”

I sighed. How could he be this stubborn and so charming at the same time. 

“I’m serious Bucky, this can’t happen again.”

“Whatever you say doll.” I didn’t know what else to say. It seemed like the more I declared this to be a bad idea, the more I wanted it. And Bucky clearly had no concerns about the situation whatsoever. 

He interrupted my thoughts with the words, “Praise kink, huh…” I blushed and turned to him, not willing to admit he was right. “It makes sense. You’re a doctor and you crave positive feedback. You like knowing you’re the best.”

“How could you tell?”

“I see it in the OR. Every time you do something right, you hold yourself a little higher, happy to have impressed. I figured you might be that way in bed. But you’re quiet too.”

I nodded my head, trying not to give away any more info. “Why is that?” he added.

“...I don’t like being in charge.”

“Now that is interesting. Because funny enough, I love being in charge.” His voice was lower, almost seductive.

“I know what you’re doing, and it is not going to work.” At this point, I climbed out of bed, redressing and preparing to get back on the floor.

“We’ll see about that,” she said smugly. I rolled my eyes as I searched the ground for my thong. Once I was fully dressed, I ran a hand through my hair to try and tame it.

“I’m going back to work now,” I said, about to exit the room.

“Thank you Dr. Y/L/N. When you find yourself in need of a sex god, you know where to find me,” he said, shooting me a toothy grin. I knew he wouldn’t be able to resist using my words against me.

I shot him a death glare and said, “Bye Bucky.”

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[dreamer-after-dark]

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Human!Wally Darling/Gender Neutral Y/N

They share a very sensual cuddle session together. Reader is chubby.

Comfort/Praise, kissing, touching, light biting, eye contact. Just a lot of foreplay.

Word count: 1,490

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Bugs clamored in the quiet evening wanting to be heard above the rest. Cars drove through the streets down below with the sounds of excitable music fading away with them. The cloudy sky deepened in color as the minutes passed by. You watched with lazy fascination as the sun's rays dripped down the walls. The soft color filled the room, coating everything it could touch with its glow. 

Wally had made himself comfortable with his head resting against your chest. His body nestled comfortably between your legs. You were breathing easy as the intense colors faded away from view leaving only the light from a plug-in. Wally insisted on listening to your heart beat. He said it was amazing the way it sped up or slowed down. His finger tapped against your wrist as he kept time. 

Wally sighed as the tapping changed to him drawing circles against your wrist. His nail dragged but never caught your skin. The circles were small in size looping over and over again in the same spot. As light as his touch was, you couldn't help but find it distracting. Your body twitched and tensed as it adjusted itself under the new sensation. Wally smiled as he nuzzled against your chest gently pushing against your jaw to press closer to your body. 

His tracing broke, leading his touch downward so that he could part your fingers and fill the spaces with his own, "How was your day today, sweetest?" 

"My day was.. It was a day," your hand in his felt warm, "And yours, honeycrisp?" 

"It was a day," he repeated with a giggle, "I'm glad to be here with you." 

"There's nowhere else I'd like to be." You mumbled in agreement. 

He pulled you closer, his breathing hitched a bit. Silence followed as Wally teased his touch along your hand. His pointer rose and fell along the expanse of your sensitive palm. He would be sure to keep his ear right above your heart so as to never miss a beat. 

Every passing of his touch on your skin undid the tension and restraints of the already fading day. It eased you into his presence, into these four walls. The outside was worlds away. Your hand rests at your side where he continues to feel along your wrist and palm, the other moved up to feel the thick strands of his undone hair. You ran your hand through letting them pass and fall at the pull of their own weight. Wally practically purred at the feeling. 

His hand moved away from you momentarily. You made a small sound of displeasure, but gasped when his hand came to rest fully on your hip. Your heart rate jumped as your body tensed at the sudden change. 

His hand gripped around your waist ever so slightly as he applied a calming pressure, "Your heart started beating a little faster… Is it because of me?" 

You couldn't suppress an embarrassed smile, "Maybe a little bit." 

Wally playfully scolded you, "Are you getting nervous?" 

You were going to respond, but Wally held your hip a little tighter. He turned his head a bit so that his lips pressed against your neck. Even like this he could feel your heart pick up again. You ate your words, not that you remembered what they were. His breath tickled against your skin as his lips grazed ever so slightly against your exposed neck. 

"You're so soft." He whispered against your skin. He spent a few seconds like this before laying his head back down on your chest. You felt him smile as he tapped his pointer against your thigh keeping in time with your heart. You released the breath you held in. Wally had a way of getting under your skin and you were sure you enjoyed it. 

Wally moved his hand lower to your outer thigh. He gently lifted your shorts up and let them bunch around your hip. You felt him tense as he discovered you weren't wearing underwear. Your heart rate sped, but neither of you said anything. 

Instead, the pads of his fingers gently pulled against your skin until you felt his nails pressing close. His fingers curled letting them scrape ever so slightly against your thigh. As his fingers extended, his smooth nails gilded along your flesh until the tips of his nails dragged against it. He continued this repetitive motion for a bit moving ever so slightly to tease his touch underneath the bunched shorts. 

"How are you feeling, sweetness?" He asked, voice filled with his need to know.

"I'm feeling good." You spread your fingers watching each strand of his hair part.

You felt him smile against you. His touching stopped and your eyes opened. Wally's face was right above yours with his arms on either side of your head. He had one leg between your thighs as he kept you pinned below him. His hair tickled the side of your face, but you gently played with the ends as you stared up at him.

His eyes were half-lidded and he had a small, but pleased smile on his face. His brown skin glowed from within wherever the orange night light shined on him. He looked otherworldly on top of you like this. You stared wide-eyed and entranced, this look of yours was not lost to him. His smile grew wider as his eyes creased. You were practically stupefied beneath him from touch alone. His eyes held yours and you struggled to look away for long. 

He pressed a kiss to your forehead as one of his hands came up to cup your face. His thumb grazed your cheek and jaw as he kissed along your hairline. He turned your head to the side as his lips trailed lower to your ear where he only giggled when your thighs squeezed around his. Leaving your ear alone, he kissed your cheek instead. His kisses lasted a bit longer as he moved closer to the side of your lips. He pulled away to admire the blush that tinted your skin now. 

Your hands were holding onto his wrist. One circled around it squeezing and rubbing. The other was holding his hand in place as you nuzzled against his palm. Your eyes remained shut as he watched you kiss it. Everything you did made him feel overjoyed with your presence. 

He leaned close to your ear, "You taste so sweet." 

Wally made you face him. Your eyes fluttered open, dreamy and dazed. He smiled as he watched you. Your eyes shut as he leaned down. His lips molded around yours. His lips were a bit chapped as they brushed against your smooth ones. His tongue flicked against your bottom lip whenever he pulled away before leaning back in to savor your taste. 

"I want to touch you more." Such simple words excite you. Wally was staring into your eyes as his hands held your hips. He squeezed as his hands rubbed up bunching your shorts a bit more. His fingers caught your shirt and lifted them up as his palms pressed flat against your stomach and up towards your waist. 

You stare into your eyes letting him watch how he affects you. You smile when he does, but flinch when his hands stop leaving your shirt pulled up and out of the way. His eyes leave your face to gaze at your exposed stomach. His hand rubs up and down your waist. You can feel him breathing when he leans down. Wally wastes no time as he kisses your stomach. He picks random spots to press his lips against and each one makes you tense. 

"It's only me, only Wally." He says to you hoping to calm your nerves. His eyes looked away from your face once you started to relax. Your breathing evened out as he continued to kiss your stomach. He grew bold as he licked along your ribs. His tongue pressed flat as it glided, the tip of his tongue flicked as he pulled away. 

Wally squeezed a bit of fat around your belly button, "So warm, so squishy." 

He bent down to kiss the tender spot, licking up the sheer coating of sweat budding up. He licked the same spot as he held you by your waist squeezing ever so slightly. After a moment he stopped to check on your reaction so far. Pleased to see you blushing with a dopey smile, he leaned back down and bit at the spot he was focusing on. 

Your breath hitched as the bit molded around his sharp teeth letting you feel everyone. Your body twisted in response, but Wally held you still. His teeth released your skin leaving behind subtle teeth marks and a throbbing that was spreading all around yourself. Wally had made his way back up to be face to face with you, he smiled as he held you close against him.

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Warm Smile

A Link to the Past

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Warm Smile

"Is your uncle here, Link?" A young woman with a dark cloak peeks her head through the door of a small home. It is a small, quaint building amidst a collection of trees. In the summer daylight, every treetop is speckled with red.

"No, he's out in Hyrule Town with his apprentices. Left me in charge of the orchard for today." From within the home itself, a boy in a purplish pink tunic is holding the door open for her; having left something he was hard at work on not long ago. He continues, "It's just… us two, for the time being, Princess."

The princess gains a slight grin, before walking inside– giving Link a small peck on the cheek as she enters past him. His face becomes as red as a honeycrisp, growing hot with embarrassment. He's not exactly shocked, but it left him stunned. Link nearly feels as though he's swaying on his own feet. He shakes his head and brushes this off, however, taking her cloak and hanging it. Princess Zelda and himself have been… close for quite some time, but they've had to get used to keeping it from becoming public. In the times where they can truly be as affectionate towards one another as they wish they could always be, he tends to find himself flustered.

Link rubs the back of his hair with his dominant hand, glancing around to try to feign cluelessness, "Do you know what that smell is?"

Zelda wasn't very far from him, but now stops anyway to glance back to him. She spends a moment taking in the sweet smell that wafts in the air, "...I almost didn't notice it. It smells delightful! Are you baking something?"

Happily nodding, Link steps beside Zelda and gently takes her hand to lead her to the fireplace he and his uncle double as a stove. "It's an apple pie. It's something my father would make for my uncle when they were kids… I learned the recipe when I was little. Would you… like to try some of it? It should be about done."

The princess blinks, eyeing the finishing dish with a sense of childish awe, "I've never had one of these before. I would love to try your baking, Link!"

Link is careful to remove the pie from over the fire, gently setting it down upon the table to watch it cool. The scent dances in the air to a pleasant tune of cinnamon, making his stomach growl just from its presence. He would have no problem eating the entire pie by himself, but he would much rather have some company every once in a while… especially with how little he had been home before he washed back up on Hyrule. The boy doesn't really talk about that sort of thing, though. The princess just being here is enough.

"You're gonna love this, I promise. I'm not exactly a professional, but it's hard to go wrong with this recipe."

"I never took you for a chef." Zelda jokingly comments, moving over to stand at the table beside him.

"Well, I sort of had to learn a thing or two when I headed off so far from home." He tilts his head a little as he thinks about it. He's not all that good without a recipe…

"...Do you miss it?"

"Huh–?"

"You know… getting to see the world. It sounds exciting."

"...It– it is. But it… gets lonely, after some time." Link mutters, peering down to his wrist as he holds one hand in the other. He wears a string of foreign seashells as a bracelet. It isn't the most well-made. He crafted it himself.

Zelda seems to notice his subtle change in expression. It's one she's seen before. Link… doesn't discuss what burdens him with her. Not often. She knows she must respect it, so she chooses not to ask. Regardless, there's an effort to comfort him. The girl brings her hands over his, looking to him now. "I understand. You know, I don't mind seeing you. After everything that's happened the last couple of times I've gone anywhere outside the castle, I have a hard time going anywhere without getting… a little uneasy." Surprisingly, being sacrificed nearly twice will do that to a person, "But… I know you're passionate about getting to make your life an adventure. If… you ever need someone else to be there– whatever it is you do from here on out– I would be happy to be that person."

Her smile brings a warmness over Link. Not the hotness he gains in his embarrassment or the heat from the fireplace. Not something that may burn him at all… but something comforting.

"...I'd like that, Zelda." Link returns the soft expression, staring off as he is lost in her gaze for a pause. Until, of course, he snaps out of it, "Anyway… it should be cooled off now." He pulls out one of the chairs, offering Zelda a place to sit. She nods as a "thank you" and does so, Link beginning to cut the pie.

He'll let her take the first slice. Not only would it be the courteous thing to do, but… he hopes it'll make her smile linger a little longer.

Notes:

Other:

Nothing better to rebuild my mood than writing two goobers having a wholesome time together. :)

I love the manga and how they're portrayed in it so much, please go read it if you haven't.

If you like my writing, here are a few other things I've done!

The Mage's Lantern - Prologue + The Wizard

Stone Fate - Destined Encounter

My main blog is mostly for art: @nocturnalfandomartist

[radiance4rrow]

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» a CBS Ghosts OC slice-of-life one-shot.

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Hugh glanced at Jonell without moving his head, his head resting in his palm as he studied Jonell out the corner of his eye. Despite this past century and a quarter of his eternal afterlife, until he would get sucked off; Jonell had only been apart 71 years of his afterlife, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. Even if Jonell never heard it spoken aloud, he knew she was the reason why they found the mansion.

Sure, she had her ankles, legs, and arms exposed for all the world to see but she was proud of it. Jonell stood her ground whenever he made a comment. It was refreshing to see. Hugh’s gaze trailed to the spot she was staring toward, his body adjusting to sit up right.

“You must like staring at the mansion,” Jonell softly hummed as her gaze flickered between the lake and Hugh’s face.

Hugh studied her for a moment, his hardened expression slightly slipping as he sighed, rested his ankle over his knee, and looked at her.

“It’d be rude to stare at you. There’s barely anything interesting around here to study.” Hugh replied.

Jonell simply smiled at him, her gaze lingering on his face before she looked back at the forest. She seemed to relax as she let out a soft sigh, her eyes seemingly following two birds playing with each other.

Hugh stayed quiet as he studied her relaxed appearance, contrasting with her usually agitated, angered mood when it was just the two of them. His gaze softened again. “On second thought… perhaps you are more interesting to study than the mansion.” He quietly said.

“Oh really?” Jonell asked with a gentle smirk on her face, “I thought you said you didn’t want to spend time with me when Sam said we had to spend some time outside while they fix our room.”

Hugh chuckled quietly and looked at her with a small smirk, “At least I know you well enough. I’d rather die again than hangout with, let’s say, a person like Trevor or Thorfinn.”

The Filipina smiled at Hugh again as she let out a giggle, and she leaned close to Hugh. The Brit didn’t know how to react to her action, his eyes wide. What was he supposed to do? How should he act? He knew she had been wed before her death, so would she react kindly or not?

In the end of it all, Hugh slid his arm around her, a small sigh passing his lips as he did so. “You’re so quiet today, Jonell. You aren’t yelling at anyone or threatening to shove your heels up my arse. Is this how you always are when things are quiet?”

“I’m always quiet,” Jonell softly said. She rested her head on his chest, missing a heartbeat for her to listen to, and she looked at him gently. “You guys just don’t know me when I’m quiet because it’s overwhelming being around all of you.”

“It’s just the two of us now, is it not?” Hugh asked softly as he looked along the tree line, where Jonell had been looking.

The Filipina nodded at his comment, a small smile on her lips as she pointed out the two birds from before now nesting in a tree.

“Y’know what kind of tree that is? It’s a honeycrisp apple tree on the Farnsby’s property.” Jonell explained softly, her gaze in awe, “it’s been so long since I’ve last had a honeycrisp… I’ve forgotten how they’ve tasted like.”

Hugh watched her softly, his relaxed, neutral expression turning somber. “It’s a shame we’re dead,” he started, “however, if we weren’t dead, we would’ve never met each other.”

Jonell looked at him again. “I suppose you’re right, Hugh.”

[nitroish]

I myself dont have much time to talk but. What are some silly headcanons you have for your favoritest blorbos? Do they have a favorite food? What are your hcs for their sexualities? Do they stim, and if so, how?

This could be zelda related or not whichever you prefer, im giving you a reason to ramble about whichever characters you like most :)

oh hell yeah lets go

im going to answer these with my legend in mind , so keep That in mind ! thank u thank u

under the cut . o7

legends favourite food is eggs on rice. a simple, easy to make meal! he only eats it A Singular Way as well oops - the way He cooks it. wild learns how to make it legends way [ its not all that hard of a feat to accomplish ] . he tries to change it up sometimes but legend absolutely notices every single time and refuses to eat it.

legend can cook but its mostly easy-to-make + overall cheap options that he can make in bulk / eat off of for awhile . goulash and curries. soups, breads, etc.

hes rly good w apples too tho, outside of those kinds of meals . his favourites are honeycrisp, and hes made or helped make wine , pies , jam , etc with the fruit in general :)

he has a damn sweet tooth and its impulsively indulged every time he passes a pastry shop or some shit. if there is an apple or cinnamon flavoured Anything he is going to try it [ not cinnamon roll, though ]

he is gay as shit !!! homosexual + somewhere under the ace spec but only thinks himself Loosely tied to the term [ he does not bother to find exactly where and i dont have much care to do that much searching either. ]

stims consist of many different things so here are some different kinds

hat fiddling, fiddling with things in general [ rings, hair, tunic, bag, blahblah ], waving weight from one foot to the other, tracing designs on things [ arm bracers, armour, swords, saddles, yadayada ], large exaggerated arm/hand movements, cracking bones [ <- stress stim ]

shine !! he will watch his rings or weapons shine in the sun, will move hands back and forth to watch the gleam of light move over the designs. he likes watching clouds move. he'll stare at the campfire for hours cos he likes to watch how the colours move.

humming, whistling [ usually random tunes he picked up from the others or towns ], clicking his tongue, mimicking accents [ NOT mocking . theres a difference . unless its twilight , then he mocks because its silly /lh ]. he likes to repeat words he hears tht r fun . yippee . . . conkcrete . . .

idk random things

warriors and legend are in a qpr [ duh ]

legend draws. wars writes.

system four my beloved

times good w magic spells. hes a quick learn, tho he doesnt rly use em

legend is more magic-able thn he lets on , understands spells and what they do / what words do that , but doesnt know how to use spells without conduits that Move the magic for him

they all know sign or are learning sign . legend doesnt like to teach, but he DOES stick around to help translate if need be

legend knows so many languages but this is common knowledge

legend has two dark world forms [ wolfos and rabbit ] <- the wolfos coloration is like a maned wolf

hyrule isnt very fond of bein in the fairy transformation , very overwhelming experience rly , but he Does enjoy the ability to sit on shoulders when he winds up in it

hyrule n legend make deez nuts jokes n warriors falls for them every time . warriors learns how to weaponize words to make his own jokes of the same caliber

twilight likes to collect bugs for agitha still . other eras have silly bugs and someone asks why hes hoarding all the damn glass bottles and when he carefully gets tghem out they each have a singular fucking bug in them

[celestiall0tus]

Miraculous AU - Chapter 34 - Girls Night

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            Marinette sighed as she stood triumphant. She had finished cleaning her room and just in time. Alya would be here before long, if not sooner. She moved to take a seat when she heard Alya’s voice. She turned as Alya burst into the room.

            “Hey, girl! Look what I brought!” Alya placed her bags on the ground and held up a bag of red and green apples.

            Marinette gasped as she admired them. “Are they?”

            “Fresh Honeycrisp and Granny Smith.”

            Marinette bounced. “We have caramel and chocolates in the bakery. Should we?”

            “Would your parents mind?”

            “Let’s ask.”

            Marinette and Alya headed downstairs to the kitchenette.

            Sabine turned as the girls approached. “Hello, ladies. Is there something you need?”

            “Mom, could we maybe invite the other girls over and make our caramel apples? If you don’t mind.”

            “We promise to clean up and not be too loud,” Alya added.

            Sabine chuckled. “I’m ok with it, so long as your father is.”

            “I’ll ask him. Is he in the bakery?”

            Sabine nodded. Marinette kissed Sabine on the cheek, then ran down into the bakery with Alya.

            “Hey, Dad, can I ask you something?”

            “Sure, sweetie. What’s on your mind?”

            “Could I have my other friends over and we make our caramel apples.”

            “I don’t know. Last year you all left a big mess.”

            “We promise to clean up and not be too loud,” Alya added.

            “I heard that last year too.”

            Marinette considered as an idea popped in her head. “Oh! What if we worked on a prototype Halloween holiday snack?”

            Tom raised a brow. “What were you thinking?”

            “Hero-themed candied caramel apples. Each one decorated for the defenders of Paris. Oh, what if I also made little handmade ears for some of them, dressing them up.”

            Tom hummed as he considered. “We could do a limited run closer to the holiday. And this would be the best time for apples. Alright, you girls can work on these, but I will still expect you all to clean your mess this year. Understood?”

            Marinette hugged Tom. “Thanks, Dad!”

            Alya put the bag on the counter. “I’m texting all the girls, minus Chat.”

            “Chat? Chat Noir?” Tom asked.

            “Yeah. Alya is friends with him. I’ve actually had the chance to meet him.”

            “You have?”

            “Yeah. He’s really sweet.”

            Tom’s eye twitched. “Well, I hope he isn’t too sweet.”

            Marinette let out a nervous laugh. “Oh, no. Not at all.”

            “Good. I don’t want you dating any of those heroes, understand?”

            “Oh, perfectly. I wouldn’t dream of it.” Marinette squirmed under Tom’s stern look and from Alya’s eyes burning a hole in her back.

            Alya took Marinette’s arm. “We’re going to head back up and wait for the girls to show up and work on the little props Mari suggested.”

            Tom smiled. “Alright, you girls have fun.”

            “We will,” Alya called back. She led Marinette back up to Marinette’s room.

            “Thank you for saving me.”

            “I wouldn’t call it saving just yet. So, how’ve things been with Chat since, well, the dragon and copycat attack.”

            “Well, things were fine after dragon. We talked and sorted things out. But after Luka, Chat’s been… off.”

            “Hold up. What did you sort out with Chat?”

            “Oh, you know. Just stuff.”

            “Stuff or stuff?”

            Marinette gulped as she played with her hair. “Chat and I might be… dating.”

            Alya’s jaw dropped. “And you didn’t tell me sooner?”

            “I didn’t have the chance and kept forgetting to. Which might have been because of the concussion, maybe.”

            “Concussion? How did you get that?”

            “Luka did throw me into the base of the Eiffel Tower.”

            “Do you still have the concussion?”

            “No. Luka’s kwami healed me.”

            “Wait, Luka’s awake?”

            “Yeah. He woke up while I was dropping off an invitation to Juleka. Which reminds me.” Marinette turned and dug through a pile of papers. She pulled out the invitation and handed it to Alya. She watched as Alya scrunched up her face as she read it.

            “So, Queen Bee wants us all to attend this event for, what, appearances? To help her father secure some votes?”

            Marinette shrugged. “May not be a bad idea. You don’t have to go, of course. I will just because it sounds important.”

            “May not be a bad idea. What would we wear though?”

            “Well, I had a small idea.”

            “Oh yeah? Let’s hear it.”

            “Well, we can alter our outfits to whatever we need them to be. So, I was thinking, what if I made some designs for all of us to wear?”

            Alya grinned. “Yes! Let’s do that! We can also promote you. The fabulous Marinette Dupain-Cheng, designer of heroes. Has a nice ring to it, no?”

            Marinette rolled her eyes. “I wouldn’t ask you guys to do that now. I just think it’d be fun.”

            “Come now, it’s the least we can do. Oh, let’s start on our designs before the others get here.”

            “I can take notes, but I can’t start with the designs just yet. I had left my sketchbook at the park and Marc currently has it. I should be getting back soon, but yeah.”

            “Don’t you have any others?”

            “None that are empty.”

            Alya smiled. “Fair enough. Get a notebook and let’s begin.”

            Marinette grabbed a notebook and sat beside Alya. She took notes of what Alya wanted her outfit to be. She drifted in and out as her mind ran wild with ideas. Her process was interrupted when she saw a flash of green. She looked up and saw Alix and Ondine in the middle of the room. They put their bags down and looked at Alya and Marinette.

            Ondine waved. “Hey! Thanks for the invite.”

            “How’s it been, Ondine? It’s been too long.”

            “Way too long, Alya, but I’ve been good.”

            “How’s Kim?”

            “Same as usual. How’s Nino?”

            Alya looked away. “Oh, right. I cut Nino out of my life.”

            “What?” Ondine and Marinette said.

            “What happened?” Marinette asked.

            “Nino being a little bitch boy?” Alix asked as she sat down.

            “Basically. He and Nora were teaming up to get me to renounce being a hero. I ran away during the little intervention and ran to my mother. She suggested I start to distance myself if he’s going to be this way. That it wasn’t good for my health.”

            “Well, it’s not. That’s why I ran away,” Alix remarked.

            “What?” Alya and Marinette said.

            “Oh, right. Yeah, I ran away the day I was discharged. Mother screamed at me, basic stuff. Told them I didn’t want to feel like shit anymore, then left with Kaalki. Been living with Kim for just about a week now.”

            “Why didn’t you tell us?” Marinette asked.

            Alix shrugged. “It wasn’t important.”

            Marinette opened her mouth, but shut it when she heard a knock from the roof. She headed up and opened the trapdoor. Souris and Lapine stared at her. In Lapine’s arms was Kagami.

            “Sorry we took so long. We were getting supplies,” Souris said.

            “And Kagami,” Lapine added.

            Kagami looked at Marinette. “I’ll need to be back before dawn.”

            “Why so early?”

            Kagami looked away. “I snuck out.”

            “Wait, really? How come?”

            Kagami shifted. “I wanted to hang out again.”

            Marinette smiled. “Well come on in.”

            Marinette climbed down with Souris and Lapine behind her. Lapine put Kagami down once they were all inside.

            “Fluff, rest.”

            “Mullo, quiet down.”

            “Kaalki, dismount.”

            The kwamis emerged from their jewels and transformed the girls back.

            Juleka took off her bag and handed it to Marinette. “Supplies for the apples.”

            Marinette looked inside and saw a rainbow variety of sprinkles and other candies. Along with supplies for the props.

            “This is perfect! Thank you both.”

            “Of course! So, what’s the plan?”

            “Alright. We’ll need two teams. We need a group to make the little props and another group to make the apples. I’ll lead the cooking team.”

            “Oh, can I lead the crafts team?” Rose asked.

            “Absolutely. What about the rest of you?”

            Alya stood beside Marinette.

            Juleka stood next to Rose.

            Ondine bounced over to Rose’s side.

            Alix sighed and pushed her chair next to Rose.

            Kagami looked at Marinette and Alya. “I can’t cook.”

            “Don’t worry about that. Marinette and I can handle that part just fine. We could use some help with other stuff though.”

            Kagami nodded and stood beside them.

            “Perfect. Rose, we’re going to need you guys to make little animal ear props based off our kwamis animals, got it?”

            “You can count on us.”

            “Alright. Cooking team, let’s head downstairs.”

            Alya and Kagami headed downstairs. Marinette handed the craft supplies to Rose, then took the bag with her downstairs. Marinette saw that her father had left some supplies out for them and a reminder note to clean up.

            “Alright. I’ll get started on the caramel and chocolate. Where do you guys keep the food coloring?”

            Marinette pulled out her family’s collection of food dye and set it on the counter. She gave Alya a thumbs up before she moved to an adjacent counter.

            “What do you want me to do?”

            “Um, let’s see. Can you help me set up my workstation? I’ll get the tools, so can you get the supplies Juleka brought out?”

            Kagami nodded. She set out the collection of sprinkles in color order while Marinette took out the tools and other decorations she needed.         She put the candies off to the side, then washed the apples and placed them on Marinette’s station. Once she finished, she stepped back and watched the pair work.

            Alya heated up the caramel and a variety of chocolate, then poured them into individual bowls. Alya consulted with Marinette before she mixed coloring into specific bowls and mixed it up. Marinette coated the apples with the colored caramel, then let them cool. Once the caramel hardened and the chocolate cooled a little, she decorated them. Kagami watched in awe as Marinette worked on the decorations.

            The green pawprint and cat designs painted onto the black apple with a hint of gold dust. Black spots dotted across a red apple that Marinette sprinkled with silver dust. A gray apple she decorated with a wolf head and prints and colored swirls, then dipped it in the black caramel and coated the bottom with rainbow sprinkles. One of the white apples she drew on blue rabbits as they bounced about and multicolored lines that connected them. The other she dotted with pink swirls that looked like an impressionist piece around the apple, then added a mix of pink sprinkles on top.

            Marinette paused on the next apple as she pulled up a reference. She considered, then put her phone away. She took a basic caramel apple and drew on a roller blade with silhouettes of horses around it. On the other side, she added silver horseshoes. Once she finished, she took the yellow apple and added black stripes to it. After the stripes hardened, she took the colored chocolate and painted flowers around the apple. She moved onto the final apple, a blue one. She stretched before she started on it. She poured a green caramel on top as she made it look like feathers, then added a touch of blue sprinkles. Once it cooled, she painted peacock feathers along most the apple. She took a step back when she finished them.

            “What do we think? It’s a start and I need to go back over them, but what do we think?”

            “I like them. I especially like what you did with mine,” Alya said.

            “Thank you. I remembered how you said you could ‘smell colors.’”

            “Hey, you don’t know if I could or couldn’t.”

            Kagami raised a brow. “What powers do you have?”

            “Clairvoyance. It allows me to see into the world between worlds and it’s awesome!”

            Kagami blinked, then looked at the other apples. “What’s it like being a hero? To have these powers?”

            Alya smiled. “It’s incredible. It’s a fantasy come true. The speed, the strength, everything. The addition powers are nice, but it’s the smaller things I love more.”

            “It sounds incredible. How did you get your powers?”

            Fang materialized and hovered in front of Kagami. “That would be my doing. I am a kwami and I grant the powers that Alya utilizes.”

            “I… see. Why exactly?”

            Fang shrugged. “Why not?”

            “So, there’s no reason for your decision?”

            “Me? Yes. I picked Alya because of her friendship with the ladybug holder and her heightened sixth sense. The others I can’t speak for as they all have their own reasons, or no reason at all.”

            Alya smirked. “Kagami, do you want a kwami? Do you want to be a hero too?”

            “I don’t know. It sounds fantastical, but I doubt I’d be picked.”

            “Why do you say that?” Marinette asked.

            “There’s not a lot to me, not like you all. You all would have a reason to be picked. Not like me.”

            “C’mon, that’s not true. There is more to you than you think.”

            “Like what?”

            “You’re fearless. Nothing scares you,” Alya said.

            “And you’re very honest and straightforward. Never afraid to say what’s on your mind. Oh, and don’t forget artistic and detail oriented. It takes true skill to draw what you do. Skill that takes determination and hard work,” Marinette added.

            “Yeah. Those alone are way more than what we were picked for,” Alya remarked.

            “We?” Kagami echoed.

            Marinette sighed. “Me.” She pointed to the ladybug apple.

            “Oh, I see. Why were you picked?”

            “Because I’m an artist and nice.”

            “See? You can be picked for any reason. So, it’s not impossible.”

            “You have a point.”

            “Of course, I do.”

            “Regardless, I don’t think I’d have the time to be a hero. My mother keeps me busy, and every hour of my day carefully planned.”

            “So does Chat’s father, but he manages,” Marinette said.

            “He does? How?”

            “Well, I know he’s usually out at night. He also has his nanny assisting him with his hero work.”

            “I see. Unfortunately, I don’t have someone like that.”

            “Then, should you become a hero, you may have to take a page from Alix’s book,” Alya said.

            “And what would that be?”

            “Rebel.”

            Kagami’s eyes widened. “I couldn’t. I wouldn’t.”

            “And yet here you are. Is this not an act of rebellion?”

            Kagami met Alya’s gaze. “Yes, it is.”

            “There you go then.”

            Kagami snorted. “Marinette, do we need to do anything else?”

            Marinette paused with the tray of apples in hand. “Well, I’m going let these cool a little, then I’m going to finish putting everything away. After that, I’ll join you guys upstairs.”

            “Perfect. Let’s-.”

            “I’m going to stay here with Marinette,” Kagami said.

            “You don’t have to. I’ll be fine down here on my own.”

            Kagami shook her head. “I came to hang out with you, Marinette. So, that’s what I’m going to do.”

            Alya stared at Kagami, then shrugged. She left and headed back upstairs.

            Kagami sighed and leaned against the wall. She slid down onto the floor.

            Marinette stepped back into the room and looked at Kagami. “Are you ok?”

            “Exhausted. I’m not used to all this.”

            “Used to what?”

            “Socializing. People. It’s all draining.”

            “If you’d like, I can take you home. I wouldn’t want to force you to stay if you’re not comfortable.”

            “No. I need to overcome this. I need to interact with people.”

            Marinette looked at the extra apples as she had an idea. “Do you normally have trouble with it?”

            “Yes. I have never clicked with any people. It was always difficult getting along with people because people can’t be bothered to tolerate me. I’ve tried to be better, but I can never seem to break old cycles.”

            Marinette took a honeycrisp apple and coated it with red caramel “What about with us in the park? You clicked with us, didn’t you?”

            “Not quite. I did with you, but you’re different. You’re not like the rest of your friends. You’re more open and inviting.”

            Marinette smiled as she dusted the apple with gold and silver dust. “I’ve been told this. That I have this air about me that just invites people in. I think the way Alya puts it is you know I won’t judge you. That, if you allow me, I’ll give you all the love without any reservations.”

            “How do you do it?”

            Marinette considered as the caramel hardened. “I’m not sure. It’s just how I am, I suppose.”

            “I don’t understand.”

            Marinette hummed as she used the dark chocolate and drew out a dragon’s head, then tail. “Well, I guess I was raised that way. To experience the world to its fullest and to never be afraid to dream. To always see the best in people and welcome them with a smile and a hug. That my weaknesses are my greatest strengths.”

            “How is that possible? A weakness is debilitating. It will only drag you down.”

            “Not exactly. Of all my weaknesses, I’d say my personality is my greatest. I’m a dreamer. I don’t attend to reality as I slip into fantasies. I can lose sight of what’s in front of me at times as I escape into my dreams. And so much more, but it allows for my greatest strengths. I live and breathe creativity. I allow for connections that others might miss. I take certain chances that others wouldn’t dare.”

            “How do you do it? Live like this?”

            Marinette finished the dragon, then outlined it in yellow. “Because I want to just exist how I am. It makes me happy, even if it makes me seem weak. After all, there’s nothing wrong with being weak.”

            “That’s not true. It’s not good to be weak. People will take advantage of it.”

            Marinette hummed as she moved the new apple with the others and returned to Kagami. She remembered Luka and his predicament. “You’re not wrong, but even your strengths can be used against you. That’s what happened to a friend of mine.”

            “How do you mean?”

            “He had an old weakness played on, but then one of his greatest strengths. It was preyed on and turned into a weakness as he was twisted into a monster. Even good things about us can become bad. What were strengths can be weaknesses.”

            Kagami fell silent as she dwelled on Marinette’s words. Marinette finished cleaning, then held out a hand for Kagami.

            “Let’s get back up to the others.”

            Kagami nodded and took Marinette’s hand. They headed back up to Marinette’s room. Alya had booted up Incarnate while Ondine watched with awe. Juleka and Rose finished with the crafts. Alix was fast asleep on Marinette’s chaise with Kaalki curled up beside her.

            “Uh, why’s Alix asleep? She’s never in bed this early.”

            Alya nudged Ondine.

            “Huh? Oh! Yeah, Alix has had issues sleeping. Kim told me she’d wake up screaming, then vanish for the entire night. I was actually going to stay the night with her to see if it might help. She kinda just collapsed before we started on the crafts.”

            Marinette grimaced. She stepped closer and saw the dark circles under Alix’s eyes. “How long as this been going on?”

            “Kim said the past few days.”

            “The dragon attack was a few days ago. Do you think that’s what’s bothering her?” Rose asked.

            “Rose, do you have the footage of the fight?”

            Rose nodded and pulled up the footage. The girls all crowded around and watched it. Kagami narrowed her eyes as she watched Alix.

            “Would any of you have footage of Alix fighting prior to this?”

            Ondine raised her hand. “I do.”

            “Me too,” Alya said.

            Alya and Ondine pulled old clips of Alix fighting. Kagami watched them with an analytical eye.

            “There’s definitely a change. Her stance isn’t as tight, her movements are sloppier, and despite the feral look, you can see the fear in her eyes. Compare that to her older fights where you see nothing but pure ferocity and conviction.”

            Marinette frowned. “Do you think it was that attack she was involved in?”

            “Of course. That would have traumatized anyone. Even someone as tough as Alix,” Juleka said.

            “But, what’s the connection? The dragon wasn’t like the nightshade monster, right?” Rose asked.

            “I think it’s the monsters in general,” Alya pointed out.

            “Then should she really be fighting? What if she hesitates? What if she is traumatized again? What if she ends up like Chat?”

            “No offense, but Alix will never be like Chat. Chat is a sweet, sheltered princess and Alix is a hardened rebel,” Alya said.

            “Besides, there’s nothing more terrifying than an animal caught in a corner. They could hesitate and die or go feral and strike back. Despite the fear, I wager she’s the latter,” Kagami said.

            “I don’t understand. Doesn’t fear hold you back?” Marinette asked.

            Kagami smiled. “Not quite. There’s a certain freedom in fear. Yes, it can hold you back and keep you from achieving your desires. On the other hand, it can fuel you to fight against the outcome you reject in an effort to change it. It is both a liberating feeling and debilitating. A strength and a weakness, I suppose.”

            Marinette blinked, then smiled. “So, you already knew all this?”

            “Not quite. I’ve never seen fear as a weakness. After all, it’s fear that drives me to change. It’s a strength to me. Though I can see how someone like you would see fear as a weakness.”

            Kaalki flew up and nuzzled Kagami. “You understand. Fear is a weakness to many, but a strength to the few. To the few, it is the strength to defy the fates. To change the course set before you and to choose your own path.”

            “Exactly. Fear is freedom.”

            Kaalki smiled. “Keep this one around. She’s a good one.”

            Alya leaned her elbow on Kagami. “I don’t think she has a choice anymore. She’s stuck with all of us.”

            Kagami side eyed Alya. “So it would seem.”

            “Yay! Welcome to the group!” Rose cheered. She ran up and hug tackled Kagami.

            Kagami let out a breath but held her ground.

            “Group hug! You too, Ondine!” Marinette called.

            Ondine looked up. She grinned and jumped up. She joined them in their group hug. Kagami squirmed under all of them.

            “Please let go of me.”

            They all gave Kagami one big squeeze, then released her.

            “Alright, let’s keep things to a dull roar. I don’t want to wake Alix up,” Marinette said.

            “Alya, can you show me more of your game?” Ondine asked.

            “No yelling, Alya,” Marinette said.

            “Don’t worry. Without Nino, there’s no need to.”

            “Right, sure. We’ll see how long that lasts.”

            “You’ll see. Come along, Ondine.” Alya and Ondine returned to the game.

            “Hey, Juleka and Rose, can I get notes on some dresses for you two for Chloe’s party thing. If you’re going that is.”

            “How do you mean?” Rose asked.

            “Well, I had the idea that I could make some designs and we use our kwamis to create the dresses while we attention the occasion.”

            Rose bounced about. “Yes. Yes, yes, yes!”

            “Will you be sketching them?” Kagami asked.

            “Unfortunately not. I don’t have my sketchbook.”

            Kagami moved to her bag and pulled out a sketchpad. “Here, you can use this.”

            “Are you sure?”

            “I’m offering, aren’t I?”

            Marinette chuckled and took the sketchpad. “Fair point. Oh, would you like something, Kagami?”

            “But I don’t have a kwami. I’m not a hero.”

            “That doesn’t matter.”

            “I suppose, but does it have to be a dress?”

            “Not at all. It can be whatever you want.”

            “Alright then, sure.”

            “Awesome! Alright, girls, let’s get to work.”

[frozenflmes]

have you ever seen a frigibax before? honestly, Ive recently been making some moves to get over my dracophobia, and.. one day my therapist brought in this frosty little dragon dude since I mentioned liking ice types. Meeting one in person has honestly the first time I've touched a dragon type without going to tears and freaking out in probably a decade, haha

That's why I'm askin tbh I'm just curious

thats a paldean pokémon rite? the only region ive visited besides unova is galar back when i was adopting out honeycrisp earlier this year >.<

i looked up some pics of it on the internet though ^v^

its cute. its definitely a dragon. its an ice pokémon.

idk how im feeling rn. whatever it is its a lot its a lot its rly a lot

[sprnkles]

' kissing your partner to seal a marriage ' for @itsalltoobeautiful

there is so little kindness in the world. from a much too early age, kyle knew this. his father had sliced through everyone who stood between him and his ideal world. his mother, taken early from the world for succumbing to her grief. people he once thought were his friends, who he loved like his blood, struck him with their cold fists over and over again. and when everyone had finished clawing their chunks off of each other, whitney was still there.

marriage was something kyle had always wanted, up until he saw how easily his father sent his mother to her doom, as if they were strangers. his eyes were vacant when the gun touched the back of her head, nuzzling into her hair. it was that moment that kyle had lost faith in the idea of love. was it so easy to throw away the person you vowed to stand beside? did it all mean nothing? printed pictures of the pair, rosy-cheeked and big smiles, burned in a small fire in the front lawn. did he not ever smell something that reminded him of her? honeycrisp apples and cinnamon. even now the smallest of whiffs sends kyle's mind reeling back to his childhood.

but then came whitney, this golden beacon of pure light. not a single drop of cruelty could be found in her blood. her soft hands were used to build, to heal, while his had been trained to tear down. her tenderness had seeped into him, eased the burdens he carried with him since he was a boy. he never thought someone like her was a real, tangible possibility, but she reminded him daily that yes, i'm real. pink lips pressed to his cheek, the feather-light touch of her fingertips across his neck.

her kindness had shown him that the world was not the same place that his father had built in his mind with his choice of words. there was sweetness, and sometimes you just had to squint your eyes to see it.

here, at the altar, everything is perfect. warmth, greenery, and smiling guests surround them. as usual, nature seems to adhere to his bride's presence. a beam of clear sunlight streams through open patches of trees, illuminating her in its yellow. the choir of songbirds never ceases, even during their vows. kyle has two sets. one he recites here in front of everyone, and one he'll read aloud later when the two of them go somewhere quiet.

finally, the officiator says the words, and kyle doesn't waste a single moment. he moves forward eagerly, hands strong, yet gentle as they cup her smiling face. although he's done it a million times before, this kiss is special. their lips meet and he swears that all the stars in the universe pour into him, filling him with flashes of light and an overwhelming sense that he's found his place in the universe. by her side, forever.

[andstilliam]

happy canadian thanksgiving :)

today i am making my waffles for brunch since i only make my waffles on the weekends because of how time consuming it is. unfortunately i'm not feeling the best but i think that's more related to my eating schedule being really thrown the last couple days. i've eaten really late, like around the time i'd be eating my lunch/ snack, so i don't like that but it's not unusual to be more lenient with time on the weekends. i woke up feeling tired and irritable so i decided to make myself a cup of Ethiopian coffee. i also decided to take a vitamin B2 for some energy, mostly because i have a lot of work that needs to get done today and could use the mental clarity, which i have yet to experience and it's already past midday.

i have officially started Hell Week. if you've been following me, then you know that means my fertile window has started. my sex drive is usually high either right before it starts or in the middle.

i keep saying i'll move less and then i don't. but today i definitely want to try to move less simply because it's raining first of all and i've just got so much work to do. i did a load of laundry yesterday but i had so much that i've got to do a second load today.

my latest obsession is air frying apples. i mix them with avocado oil, pumpkin spice, cinnamon and ginger and it's amazing. it's so much easier to eat than raw. i bought huge honeycrisp apples so i usually just eat half per day at the moment. i put the air fryer apples in my salad last night and it made the fries sweet, but it was perfect.

i may not ever stop ovulating regardless of how much weight i end up losing especially since i'm prioritizing nutrients and longevity at the moment. honestly that would be even better because i definitely want a biological child someday. i don't want to give birth but i know that i want options to have my own bio kid. i hate ovulating but as long as i'm losing weight and on my way to skinny, who cares? i can put up with it. my hygiene is better overall and that really improves my confidence. it could honestly be just because i'm actually showering regularly lol but i refuse to believe that's the sole reason. i know my body and it goes haywire with food overconsumption. it's really unfortunate that this is my reality. why am i able to shower daily when i'm straining my body with caloric restriction? i don't know the answer. they say glucose is required for brain function but high glucose levels cause neuronal hyperexcitability which is why epileptics are recommended the keto diet to neutralize that effect with ketones providing the alternative energy source. this is true not just for epilepsy but other neurological disorders. i do wish that more accurate research was conducted on eating disorders, and with due diligence by the researchers to convey our physiological experience. nothing about eating disorders currently really depicts any of why or how our bodies seem to function better this way. and not only that, but i'm still horrified and infuriated by the fact that weight cycling is seen as lethal and yet that's exactly what's promoted with this relapse and recovery cycle, and by my own providers!! to use my disability and mean girl passive aggression to signal that is absolutely horrifying to me. imagine how much energy and function i'm actually preserving by keeping my weight perpetually low because i've learned the truth of enduring anorexia. it's potentially keeping me safer physically. i'm just so fucking confused. are we critiquing the fraudulent "recovery" methods or the illegal research, or both? because both are faulty. some days the lines are just getting really blurry over here. but at least i'm able to momentarily break free from this rumination by engaging in my schoolwork.

i used the kitchen stove for the first time today to make my coffee. i went out with a friend yesterday. he's such a sweetheart and he's very mature. he's younger than me but he's just super mature. it's his culture and how he grew up. i was shocked to find out his age lol. us western babies are incredibly sheltered and spoiled but with a hint of early onset depression lol. he got a job and he's doing well. i initially reached out to him last year since he double majored in my dream combo; neuroscience and computer science. we're kind of polar opposites because he wants to do people centric work meanwhile i'd rather focus on the methods. it was nice to see him and catch up. i didn't realize how little he knew about my life. i mentioned casually that my birth mom had died and he said he didn't know that. and i was like oh haha. i just assume everyone knows but i have forgotten that i must have developed more discretion. i did move to a new province to essentially start over. but that meaning gets lost due to recent events, so i just assume my past has followed me here.

i guess the university of enduring anorexia is wherever i am currently. it's sad that i didn't get the fresh start i wanted but unfortunately that's not what my destiny calls for with the lawsuit. at least i get to stay here and move forward with my life at the expense of better health. i didn't get my neurologist at johns hopkins and that's another pain i've yet to process. i can't even go there yet. i waited 2 years for that moment and it didn't happen. but i'm proud of my resilience nonetheless. i think it's just easier knowing the truth. it's not easier per se, but it is what it is. when you don't understand what's happening, why these sicko healthcare providers keep fucking with your life, why they can't leave you alone, why you can't seem to be free and make the choices you want to make, why nothing works in your favour....to finally have those answers and the answer be "enduring anorexia" and "medical negligence lawsuit" i mean, it's freeing in a way. i'm just so proud of my Enduring Sisters and i'm sorry if i'm ruining it but i'm not going to pretend or create "recovery" social media accounts while actively shrinking my body for the world to see. if you know me, you know i just can't lie and be inauthentic like that but i think that's the point lol. but i'm so proud of you all for doing the thing. you're all so brave for that and you have more strength than i do. i just can't lie and i can't deceive. i can't do it. i'm so proud of you girls, i know it's incredibly hard and infuriating to have to consistently correct the contradictions. you girls inspire me, and i don't want to let you down. <3 i'm so happy that i'm not alone. these doctors, they isolated me. they isolated all of us, but my life the last few years..... i'm talking to walls. i have nobody and i have nothing. i'm not the same girl i was and i don't think i'll ever be. these doctors ruined my life and almost ended my life. seeing you girls, i know i'm not alone and i have a real community. in my dreams, i see us holding hands. i've had no one the last few years....absolutely no one. i'm so happy you girls are on my side. i love you and i'm with you. from one Sister to another <3

[greenacrefarm]

Apple Galette Apple Galette – A buttery pie-style crust is layered with plenty of sweetened fresh apples and then baked until the fruit is tender and the crust is beautifully golden brown and supremely flakey. It’s one of the absolute best fall dessert…

[aiweirdness]

The neural network invents fruit names that may not catch on.

I’ve been training a neural network (based on this open-source neural network framework from Andrej Karpathy) on datasets from  recipes, to lists of Pokemon, to superhero names. I decided to see if it could invent names for new fruit varieties - I fed it a list of apple, peach, pear, plum, and cherry varieties, and asked it to generate more.

It obliged. But I’m not sure any of these are going to catch on:

Sunbrown Stanker Pork Gala Horspest Shivercell Hencough Moregall Brown Soften Ruby Wally Ruck Nagtort Blee Red Redcells Zuby Glong Zeelcher Hacker Gala Soften Fuji Klunk 134 Horking

[adorethedistance]

Birthday Girl (2) - Hughes!Reader x Trevor Zegras

Hockey Masterlist

Warnings: swearing, teasing, embarrassment, etc.

Words: 1173

Summary: Your birthday celebration is under threat by the impending doom that is Trevor Zegras's presence.

A/N: It’s here already I know how crazy!

“Moooomm!” I sing as I enter the house, relieved to be home after a long day of school. Bliss is truly temporary as all of the guys come galavanting into the house behind me and Chelsea. Rounding the corner into the kitchen, I find mom prepping some drinks for her and dad.

“My darling girl!” she joins into my song before hugging me, speckling kisses on my scrunched face. When she sees Chelsea, she welcomes her with open arms, placing a kiss on top of her head. My mom has loved both of my friends as she’s watched us grow. After she placed a kiss on each of our heads, she releases us to greet Jack. He receives her affection shyly, kissing her cheek before she pats his shoulder. Jack then moves aside to let her see, “Trevor!”

“Ellen!” He smiles the widest smile ever and gladly receives her hug. Mom seems like she couldn’t be happier to reciprocate and the moment gives me butterflies. Butterflies that I immediately have no choice but to exterminate with a power washer. I’m no fool. This is just another one of his tricks. He’s not even that charming. Mom is probably just pretending so he doesn’t feel left out or something.

“So good you’re all here. Quinn is on at four but you girls can have the TV after,” she says as she goes back to pouring the last of the drinks she had mixed for her and dad.

“Oh shoot, I forgot he was playing tonight,” I confess with a small laugh and a guilty expression.

“Y/n!” Mom scolds from her path around the kitchen.

“Oh shoot!” Luke mocks me in an exagerated cartoon-ish voice.

“Aw shucks!” I whine to keep the joke going, causing both em and Luke to laugh..

“Dang flabbit!” Jack escalates which makes Luke and I burst out laughing, meanwhile Chelsea, mom, and Trevor look on together. Mom looks with pride but both of our friends with the utmost disdain. Then, I shrug off my bag and winter coat so I can begin to prep snacks for me and Chelsea.

“What? I’ll tell him right now, it’s no big deal, mooooomm,” directed at my mother as I retrieve my phone from my backpack’s pocket. Mom doesn’t look pleased with the disrespectful tone.

“I’m joking.” I quickly jump in to clarify.

Y/n/n 😴: totally forgot you were playing tonight ! I’m a terrible person :D

Quinner 💙: I am wounded

Y/n/n 😴: cry about it

Quinner 💙: lol

Y/n/n 😴: good luck quinner 💙💚

Quinner 💙: I was waiting for your message Quinner 💙: Thank you lucky charms 🍀🎩

Y/n/n 😴: 🫡

Quinner 💙: Gtg. Love ya kiddo

Y/n/n 😴: love ya

“There. Done.” I declare before setting my phone on the counter.

“Dad and I will be down here so just holler if you need anything,” mom says, mostly to our friends, before she goes around to give one more kiss to each of her kids, leaving the five of us in the kitchen. I grab the last two Honeycrisp apples from the fridge, while minding my own business when Luke appears behind me and reaches over my head to grab a gatorade from the top shelf. Luke is growing taller than me with each and every day and that motherfucker will find any way to flaunt it.

“Bro, can you wait until I’m not basically inside the fridge to get somehting?” He holds up his hands in obviously insincere defense. I love my baby brother but he’s nothing if not the master of pushing my buttons. The only other person who has him beat is standing idly in the kitchen, looking on as Jack retreats to the bathroom.

“I’m just getting one thing!” Luke complains defiantly, before going to join mom and dad in the den for Quinn’s game. Asshole.

“Hey, y/n?” I hear from the entryway.

“Yeah?” I ask Chelsea who is patiently waiting for my attention. She strains as she tries to hold on to all the different things she brough over for the sleepover.

“I’m gonna go set up my stuff in your room,” Chelsea says as a statement rather than a request for permission.

“Well, fine then. Be that way!” I jokingly get upset at her. She breathes a small laugh before ascending the stairs with measured steps.

“Bye,” She argues back over the banister before leaving to go to my room. We pretend to have a staredown as she walks by and when she disappears down the hall, I turn around to find I’ve been left in the kitchen alone with Trevor. God, no, please. Not this. Not now.

“So, you gonna watch the game with them?” he asks, leaning against the doorway of the kitchen that leads to the entryway. I snort a laugh and mumble a reply,

“Hard pass.” As if he didn’t know.

After a moment of silence, Trevor doesn’t seem ready to give up this round of cat and mouse. Pushing off the doorway with his forearm, he makes his way over to where I’m standing, while peeling the apples before I can begin slicing them. He doesn’t say anything at first. He just looks at my face. Trevor’s eyes are piercing, begging me for just a scrap so he can eat me alive. I ignore him for as long as I possibly can until he dips his head to be eye level with me. Once he’s certain he’s got my attention, he speaks up,

“I’m sorry if what I said in the car made you uncomfortable.”

Wait, what?

“It’s never my intention to embarrass you.” Trevor lowers himself to rest his elbows on the counter top. Peering up at me through thick lashes, Trevor holds my gaze for as long as I can possibly manage. He brazenly drops a hand to take a slide of the apple I had finished cutting up. Lifting it slowly to his mouth, he bites off a small piece slowly, pensively.

“I didn’t think you were,” I distractedly mutter the words, captivated by his every move. Trevor leans in. My shallow breaths are the only thing I have to ground myself in the moment. With his lips by my ear he whispers,

“It’s so fun to see you flustered.” Trevor then pulls away from my ear just enough to look me in the eyes. He searches, scanning for any sign of my usual resistance, and when he doesn’t find it, he leans back with a satisfied smirk. “Hm,” he hums victoriously. Biting off another tantalizing piece of the apple slice, Trevor retreats from the kitchen and heads up to Jack’s room. The movement is perfectly timed as Jack exits the bathroom. He clocks his friend heading up the stairs and jumps right into conversation, following Trevor up to his room most likely.

I’m relieved Jack didn’t pay any mind to where I stood in the kitchen, frozen, and undeniably smitten with Trevor Zegras.

***

A/N: For anyone who cares: I plan on writing a part three and I cant decide if I want to do a part for or make part three super long. If you’ve read to this, let me know if you’d prefer four parts or a long third part? I’m leaning towards four parts but I could probs be persuaded. either way. I hope you liked this fic bc it has been plenty fun for me to write

[hotforharrysheart]

Tattoo and A Shave

As the plane landed, you were happy to be home. Home…you were going home with Harry, to your place, a place where you both would be living, well, when you weren’t on travel status. So many things about your world were changing and although somewhat overwhelming, you couldn’t imagine life any other way. On some elemental level you knew you were exactly where you were meant to be.

You and Harry had caught some shut eye on the flight, it was hard not to sleep when you were cuddled together. You swore he had some kind of super magical ability, because when you both plugged in to listen to music, he always selected the best songs to lull you both to sleep. “Years of practice,” he said, kissing your forehead.

You sighed as the driver pulled into the garage, “You awake?” You ask kissing the top of his head. He’d slumped over and propped his head on your shoulder as soon as you both had buckled in.

“Yeah, I’m awake, kinda hungry,” he said raising up stretching his long arms the best he could in the confined space.

“Well, we can have a snack when we get in, yeah?” You say, leaning over to kiss his lips.

“Maybe, I’ll just snack on you, sweetheart…” he says brows waggling with innuendo.

“Not till we’ve had a shower, mister!” You scold, booping him on the nose.

He pouts, “bu’, ‘m huuunnnngry,” he whines.

“You can wait, let’s go in and you can raid the fridge. I’d like an apple and some PB, myself.”

You both make your way into the kitchen and over to the fridge where you find a bottle of sparkling water and a honeycrisp apple. Harry’s still digging around when you make your way out of the pantry with the peanut butter. “I think I want a nice soak in the tub,” you remark reaching for a small plate.

Harry runs his hand over your bum and says, “Here, I’ll cut it, you go up an’ get a bath going an’ I’ll bring this ta ya. Ya wan’ one of those lil cups wi’ PB in it?”

You move to him and raise up on tip toes to kiss his lips “You’re so good to me, H. Yeah, just a couple of tablespoons of PB is good. Thank you,” you mutter against his lips.

“M’kay, go on now…go get naked an’ in our tub,” he smirks.

You turn and head toward the stairs, stop to turn around, “Our tub, huh? I think I could get used to that,” you remark with a shy smile.

“Good, ya better, all ya stuff’s ‘ere,” he teases referring to a few boxes that still need to be gone through.

You skip up the stairs and to the en-suite tub. Turning on the water in the tub and pouring a generous amount of Coconut Sandalwood bubble bath, you notice that all your belongings are sorted on the counter and smile at the sight of your toothbrush next to his. You take a moment to flip on the towel warmer and hang a couple of towels for warming. Piling your hair up on top of your head, you take a quick second to wash your face before you strip down and step into the warm water. “Ahhh…” you moan as you settle in. Is there anything better after a long week than a nice soak in the tub? It’s a little warmer than usual so you hang one leg out on the edge until the water cools off.

Harry arrives shortly after with your apple and peanut butter and your water. He stops short in the doorway and bites his bottom lip, “Jesus, woman, ya look….good enough to eat an’ I jus’ had a snack.”

“You wanna join me?” You say saucily blowing bubbles off your hand.

“God, wish I could, but I need ta answer a coupla emails quickly, then I’ll grab a quick shower after,” he pouts with his bottom lip stuck out.

“Ok, babe, no worries,” you return with a smile.

Harry sets the plate down on the small table next to the tub and leans over to give you a breathtaking kiss. He turns to leave and comes back saying, “God, woman… irresistible…” and leans down for another kiss, tongue tracing the seam of your mouth as you open to take the kiss deeper.

“Mmm, Harry…” you groan as he pulls away.

“I know, baby, I know…s’good, right?” He says, looking in your eyes.

You brush your wet fingers along your lips, “Yes, H, it’s so good.”

He brings himself to leave and heads down to the kitchen to grab his phone and respond to a couple of emails.

In the meantime, you decide to shave your legs and underarms and then just lay your head back for a nice soak.

He’s back in fifteen minutes. You’d let some water out and a trickle of warm water was slowly coming out of the faucet so the water doesn’t get cold. Your snack was gone. You’d been hungrier than you thought. He comes in the en-suite and smiles at you before standing in front of the mirror and rubbing his hands over his face.

“Can you hand me a towel?” You ask, batting your eyelashes. He chuckles and brings you a towel, but instead of handing it to you, he grabs your hand and helps you to stand and then helps you out of the tub. You reach for the towel, but he grabs your arm and starts drying you off. The towel is so warm and his stare so intense you can feel the flush on your cheeks and neck. He squats down to dry your legs, gently moving your legs apart so he can dry you off properly. “Mmmmm…” you groan.

He smiles softly and presses a kiss to your tummy. “S’beautiful.”

He presses another kiss to your tummy. “Gonna shave an’ hop in tha shower.”

You swallow. “Can I watch?”

“Ya wanna watch m’shave?”

You nod. “I could help.”

He smirks and moves so his skin is touching yours. “S’it turn ya on? Shavin’ me?”

“Yes,” you say, breathily. “Always wanted to. Thought about it a lot.”

“Well then…let’s make tha’ fantasy a reality, hmmm?”

He strips out of his clothes and wraps a towel around his narrow waist.

He moves to lay a towel on the vanity and then comes back to pick you up situating you on the vanity. He runs some water in the sink and grabs his shaving cream and razor and stands in front of the mirror. “D’ya want ta do the cream?”

You shake your head no.

He smirks and then puts some cream in his hand and puts it on his face. You’re hardly blinking because you don’t want to miss a thing. You can feel the wetness in between your legs. He moves to stand in front of you and you part your legs so he can stand in between them. He gives you the razor and rests his hands on your thighs. They’re so warm it feels like your skin is burning.

“Where…” your voice is barely a whisper. “Where do you start? Never done this before.”

He moves your hand to his cheek. “Usually start back here an’ move down. Then I do the other side. Save my upper lip, chin, an’ neck fo’ last.”

You swallow.

“Don’ be nervous. Don’ apply too much pressure. Go slow,” he says gently.

You bring the razor to his cheek and do a slow swipe. You touch his bare skin in amazement.

He takes the razor and swirls it in the sink and gives it back to you. You finish one cheek and move to the other. He runs his fingers over his skin. “Ya did good,” he says, voice raspy.

You breathe out slowly and meet his eyes as you move the razor to his upper lip. He stretches his skin for you and you slowly shave his lip. You can help but lean up and press a kiss to his mouth. He chuckles and wipes a small dollop of shaving cream from your mouth with his thumb. He stretches the skin of his chin and you softly move the razor over his chin.

He cleans the razor and then leans back so you can get his neck. Your fingers tighten in the curls on the nape of his neck as you slowly drag the razor over his skin.

You complete the last stroke and grab the washcloth next to you and gently wipe his face. “How’d I do?”

He looks in the mirror behind you and smiles. “Ya did good, love.”

He pushes your legs apart and runs his hands up your thighs. “How’d I do?” His asks, looking at you through his lashes as his fingers move over your pussy. His lips move to your ear. “S’wet fo’ me,” breath hot on your neck.

You whimper. He smacks your lips quickly.

“I’m gettin’ in tha shower. Be right back.”

You slump forward shaking your head as your hands grab the edge of the counter. “You’re mean, Harry Styles…,” you trail off. “Just mean…but in a nice way,” you mutter to yourself as you slip off the counter.

You turn and giggle at the red line across the back of your thighs from the edge of the counter. You apply lotion to your legs, arms and tummy and look in the mirror and pout your lips and furrow your brows. You really need to make a wax appointment because although everything is neat and tidy down there, you could do with a full treatment. You look down and smooth the skin on your mound, it’s not bad, but it’s gonna be a crazy busy week and you could just do it yourself like you did before you were treated to such luxuries as going to the spa. “Actually, that was back when no one was down there but you… so it didn’t really matter,” you say to your mirror reflection.

“D’ya say somethin’ babe?” Harry calls out from the shower.

“No, honey, I was just talking to myself,” you call back over the sound of the running water. You look at his razor and the shave cream and decide to just do it yourself. Pumping out a small dollop you rub your hands together. The smell reminds you of moments ago and the memory strikes at your core once again.

Doing this turned on might be dangerous, you think to yourself and look up in the mirror to see your own smirk and flushed cheeks. “Get it together!” You chastise yourself. You smooth the cream over your mound making sure to cover the sides as you prefer to have a little hair down the middle. Wonder what it would be like to go completely bare, you think to yourself. You shake your head trying to grasp some focus. You jut your hips out and lean over to look down. You look like a shrimp with your back rolled over and your hands trying to be gentle on the delicate skin. You pull the skin taut and take one gentle swipe and miss a section. “Damn!” you say and swish the razor in the water. Using a finger, you smooth some of the cream back over the spot and are just about to attempt another swipe when the water in the shower stops and Harry steps out.

“What’re ya doin’ baby?” He askes brows furrowed as he towels himself off.

You straighten up and turn your head, “I need to get a wax, but it’s gonna be a busy week and I don’t know when I can get in, so I thought I’d just do it myself. But I’m outta practice and I misjudged and didn’t get a spot on one side.” You give him a frown and turn back to look in the mirror

“Why dinna ya jus’ ask me?” He asks casually as if it were the most natural thing for you to do.

You look up in the mirror, “What?” You ask astounded.

“Why don’ I do it?” he says to your reflection running the towel through his wet hair.

“I mean…I didn’t…that’s…most guys wouldn’t wanna do that,” you remark looking down.

“Well, guess ‘s good thin’ ya aren’t datin’ whoever these “most guys are” ‘cuz tha’s jus’ ridiculous,” he says wrapping the towel low around his hips. He stalks toward you and takes the razor from your hand, “Up ya go,” he says as he lifts you back on to the towel you were on earlier. He places both hands on either side of your hips and leans forward to whisper in your ear, “Not to mention, it’s fuckin’ sexy.”

You pull your shoulder up as his breath tickles your ear and the words soak into your sex. “Harry, you sure?” you ask.

His eyes meet yours, “Uhh… yeah, ‘m completely sure. Now spread ya legs wider fo’ me an’ lean back on ya arms.”

You do as he asks, “Wait,” you say sitting back up. “Harry, have you ever done this on a girl before?” You ask biting the inside of your cheek. “No, nevermind, I don’t wanna know,” you say shaking your head.

He leans forward and frames your face with his hands, “No, babe, never done this before, yeah? I mean, I don’ know if tha’ scares ya or wha’.”

“No, I just…I don’t know…,” you say fiddling with the thread loops on the towel below you. “Just don’t wanna think about another…”

He places his finger over your lips, “Never wanted ta take care of anyone else like I wan’ ta take care of you. Never…felt like this.” He’s looking from one eye to the other with intensity and love.

You respond by leaning back on your hands and spreading your legs wider. He runs his hands up and down your thighs. “Hang on,” he says as he pulls out the vanity stool you use when you do your make-up. He drains the water from the sink and puts in a fresh basin of warm water and drops a face towel in the warm water. Squeezing the water from the towel, he wipes the cream from your mound, rinses the towel again and then just places it over your mound. You groan, the warm wetness feels so good. “Gotta warm the skin an’ hair before I put the cream on,” he says thoroughly enjoying the fire in your eyes.

He places a little cream in one hand and uses his forefinger and middle finger from the other to smear a little bit at a time on your mound.

“Feels good,” you moan dropping your head to one side and resting it on your shoulder.

Satisfied with the job at hand he places one hand on your tummy and uses his thumb to pull the skin taut. He swipes the razor through the edge close to the crease where your thigh and mound meet. He has a profoundly serious, furrowed look on his face, like he’s performing a delicate surgery. Pulling the razor away he looks up at your face, “Ya, good?” he questions seriously.

You nod and smile in return.

“D’ya still wan’ tha’ middle bit of hair?” he asks looking at your pussy like it’s his latest project.

“What do you think, baby?” You ask leaning on one hand and putting the other on your tummy and looking down your body to the place in question. “I mean, I’ve never been totally bare, and this is your pussy…,” you trail off biting your bottom lip and looking to him for his reaction.

“Well, wanna try it bare?” He asks looking up to meet your eyes. You nod.

“Kay,” he says and sucks in his bottom lip. “Ya little clit is pokin’ out, love.” He places his forefinger over it and the sensitive skin right at your slit. “Gonna cover it ta protect it,” his brow is furrowed and he’s paying close attention.

You can’t help but moan out and draw up one finger to your mouth, it feels so good, your thighs flex and his arms move with the flex. “Can’t do tha’, love, I’m holdin’ steady on ya legs so ya need ta be still,” he scolds.

“I’m trying to, H, it’s just so…” you can’t finish the sentence.

“Erotic, yeah?” he finishes for you. You nod your head and smile.

“Let’s get this smooth babe, I bet when ‘s smooth ya clit’ll be even mo’ sensitive,” he comments with a smirk.

“Oh God,” you say and your head falls back against the mirror.

“No, don’t look away…. Watch,” he mutters up to you. “My god, ya drippin’.”

He finishes up making sure to protect the sensitive parts, and then uses the face towel to wash the remaining cream from you. He places a single kiss to your bare mound, “How’s it feel?”

You run your hand down to the bare skin, “It feels incredible.”

He smooths the skin himself and kisses it again, “’s sexy as fuck, but I like it either way.”

His hands move to your bum and pull you to the edge of the vanity. He pushes your legs further apart, places a kiss and licks a stripe up your pussy. You’re laying back on your hands, his eyes boring into yours as his mouth hovers over you. His fingers run down the sides of your pussy lips and you moan out. “‘S it more sensitive?” He asks, lips kissing the top of your mound.

“Ahhh! Shit, yes! Can feel everything, fuck!” You cry out as he licks a hard stripe up your slit.

“Gonna hafta take another shower. You’re makin’ a mess on me.”

You groan. You can feel yourself dripping.

He presses forward and sucks your clit in his mouth, his cheeks hollowing as his tongue works over your clit.

“Ahhh! Ahhh! Hah-Harry, fuck!” Your head falls back, breaking the eye contact.

He pops off with a loud popping sound. “Eyes on me, baby.”

You pull your head up and meet his eyes.

He smirks. “Keep your eyes on me or I’ll stop.”

“Ok,” you breathe out.

“Good girl.” His tongue darts back out to lick up and down your clit, alternating between hard licks and soft licks. Your thighs are quivering, the sensations are so much more intense now that you’re bare. He sucks your clit back in his mouth and you cry out, but you maintain eye contact. You’re panting… you’re so close and then he pulls back. “Noooo…please. I was so close.” You feel like you could cry.

“I know baby,” he says, pressing soft kisses to your thighs. “Wanted to edge ya. Ya really wanna cum now?”

You pause. It’s so good when he edges you, but you can still feel your release bubbling. “It’s up to you. I’m yours.”

He palms his cock. “Jesus…ya killin’ me.” He gets up and lays a fresh towel on the floor and grabs a washcloth. He turns the sink on and sets the water to cold. “Wish I had some ice righ’ now.”

You groan. He dips the washcloth in the cold water and wrings it out over your clit.

“Fuck!”

He leans over you and sucks a nipple into his mouth as his thumb moves rhythmically back and forth over your clit. He soaks the washcloth again and wrings it out over your clit.

Your head falls back, and you moan. “H…oh my god.”

He moves his mouth to your other nipple and then he bites down, just enough to hurt just right.

“Ahhh! Oh godOhgodohgod!”

“Look a’ me.”

You pull your eyes back to his.

He places his hands on your knees and sucks your clit into his mouth. He’s ready to make you cum now. It doesn’t take long for you to get back there. Your mouth opens wide as you feel your orgasm get closer. An almighty groan leaves your mouth as your orgasm barrels through your body and everything goes white.

“Shh, baby, I gotcha…’s ok,” Harry coos against your skin in between kisses to your neck.

You’re slumped on the counter as aftershocks roll through your body causing you to shiver, “’m floating," you whimper wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Nah, ‘m just carryin’ ya to bed,” he mutters with a smug smile on his face, “love bein’ able to get you to this place.”

You pull one hand down to trace a swallow on his collarbone, just as he sits on the edge of the bed. “So pretty, H, god, the hours I’ve spent dreaming about this body and now you reduce me to mush.”

He puts one hand on your cheek and smooths your hair behind your ear. “Aww, love, ya were right there the whole time an’ I kept doubtin’ yau wanted ta be wit’ me an’ my crazy life.”

“I love you, H,” you whisper running your thumb along his jaw.

He searches your eyes, “I love you too.” He leans forward to kiss your lips in a series of smacks and a final open mouth kiss sucking on your top lip, you return the favor by sucking on his bottom lip.

“Mmm…I love your kisses,” you say pulling away.

He stands up and turns around to lay you out on the bed. “Hang on,” I have this lotion they gave me that helps protect shaved skin from getting irritated. I’ll grab some.”

You lay out just enjoying the cool air on your skin. You pussy is tingling, not just from the earth-shattering orgasm, but from the air lightly wisping across your sensitive freshly shaved skin. “Mmm…” you moan and grin to yourself feeling sexy and wanton.

Harry return with a small container of lotion. “This stuff’s really good, it dries quickly an’ has no frangrance, so should be safe for ya.” He begins with a tiny drop on his middle finger and working from top to bottom, he rubs tight circles around you mound and pussy lips making sure to get every spot. He blows on it to dry it quickly and you can’t help but squirm your hips. “Feel good?” he says looking up your body.

You nod and moan, “Yes, feels so good. When you blow it’s so tingly.” You pull up your shoulders and perch on your elbows looking down at him. “Harry, I think I wanna get a tattoo,” you say unexpectedly.

He can’t help the chuckle that erupts from his chest, “Well, tha’s kinna random. Why?”

“Well, do you….I mean…you said…,” you say stammering and biting the side of your bottom lip.

“Spit it out, love,” he says chuckling again.

“Well, do you think I have a boring ass body?” you rush out as fast as possible.

This time he literally laughs out loud. “Baby… usin’ my words against me, eh? Jesus, ‘m sittin’ here hard as steel an’ ya ask if ya have a boring body.”

“Don’t tease, I’m asking because I wanna know,” you say pouting out your lips and casting your eyes down.

“No, sweetheart, I absolutely do not think ya have a boring body,” he says seriously. His eyes light up like he has an idea, “But if ya wanna know wha’ ‘s like to have some ink, I can do it.”

“You wanna tattoo me!?” you exclaim shocked.

He throws his head back laughing, “No, but I can ink ya.” He gets up and walks across to his dresser where his wallet and keys are. He grabs a black sharpie marker that he tends to carry with him everywhere for autographs. He holds it up for you to see and starts toward you.

“Harry, I just took a bath!” you start to roll over.

“Stay right there!” he says pointing the marker at you.

You still your movements. “It’ll take forever to come off! Don’t do it where anyone will see!” you squeal on a giggle.

He chuckles. “It’ll come off wi’ baby oil yanno.”

“Oh. I didn’t know that,” you say, kicking yourself for not coming up with a better excuse.

He crawls up on the bed and pushes your legs open, laying down between your legs. “Wha’ tattoo would ya get?”

“I dunno. Something pretty. Maybe a flower or a quote.”

He smiles and kisses your tummy. He uncaps the sharpie and purses his lips. You raise up on your elbows and then he looks up to meet your eyes. “First tattoo. Ya ready?”

You giggle. He positions himself and you sigh. His arm is resting on your mound and you’re still thrumming from earlier. He stretches the skin on your hip like he’s seen his own tattoo artists do and then he starts drawing your flowers. The marker is cool on your skin and every time he moves, it’s erotic.

“Mmmm…” you moan out.

“‘S it feel good?” he says smiling though concentrating on his design.

“Yes. Kinda tickles and your arm is over my pussy. Feels good every time you move,” you whimper softly.

He smirks. “Ya still worked up?”

You nod, licking your lips.

“I have an idea…can I do it?” he looks to you for approval.

“Yes…ok.”

He moves again and then he’s hovering right over your pussy. He’s so close you can feel him breathe. He pulls the skin of your mound taut and then starts drawing. Every stroke of the marker makes you wetter.

He smirks at all your little moans. You don’t even realize you’re making any noise.

You’re gripping the sheets underneath you. You’re not sure how much more you can take.

“Almost done, baby,” says reassuringly.

“Ok,” you breathe out.

You finally feel him shift and place the cap back on the marker. He places a quick kiss to your clit.

The sensation is shocking, “Ohhh!”

“All done. Ya can look now.” You’re panting but move back to your elbows and look down. You look at the “ink” and then back at him and smile.

He’s drawn an ‘H’ and ‘S’ to match his initial rings and the initials around your neck. “This cunt’s mine.”

You giggle. “Yeah. Yeah it is. All yours.”

He moves up to kiss you and you grip him tightly. “I don’t need a tattoo to be yours but thank you.”

“Ya welcome, princess, It. Was. My. Pleasure.” He says kissing you under your ear.

You turn your head to capture his face. “You make me feel like one, ya know, like a princess,” you say meeting his eyes with a soft smile. “If I lost my slipper would you come find me?”

“Baby, ‘d fuckin’ move heaven an’ earth to find ya, but wouldn’t hafta, ‘cuz think ma heart an’ ma body would jus’ ‘no where ya were,” he says seriously.

“H, that sounds like lyrics…” you say wide-eyed.

“Well I mean it, jus’ know ‘m here and ‘m not goin’ anywhere withou’ ya,” he stays searching your eyes.

You reach up to run your hands through his hair still damp from his shower and he closes his eyes, like you are touching his very soul. “Feel good?” you ask softly.

“Yeah, so good, mmm…” he growls and situates his hand under you, one under your shoulders and another at your lower back. Once he’s got a good grip he rolls over with you on top of him.

You smile down at him and go in to kiss his nose, but he raises his head up to capture your lips with his. He dives into your mouth, kissing you breathless. He’s sucking your lips and licking your tongue, the kiss so sensual. You break away to take a breath and he’s immediately on your throat kissing your pulse point. “Wan’ ya so much, ‘m so hard an’ wanna make love to ya in our bed so bad…can we? Can we make love tonight?”

“Jesus H, what makes you think you have to ask. I want you too, I always want you,” you say breathlessly.

He rolls you back over to the side and pushes up until he’s sat leaning against the headboard, “C’mere.”

You scramble to your knees and straddle his legs sitting back on his thighs. He smooths his hands up to cup and squeeze your breasts. He’s not gentle, it’s not painful, but he’s squeezing them together and his mouth is on your nipples, sucking hard and biting just the way you like. “Ahh…” you moan and throw your head back. He stops to look down at his cock laying against your pussy hiding the “S” he inked down there earlier.

“Christ…,” he remarks at the sight.

You’re too blissed out at his fingers pinching your nipples to even notice what he’s talking about. He reaches down and pulls his cock out of the way so he can see both initials and your little clit poking out swollen in between them. He releases one breast so he can run his thumb down over it. His nails are still painted white with the red hearts on them, and even he thinks that’s fitting.

You lean your head back and he lifts his chin, “Look down,” he says with a smile.

You look down and he moves his hand long enough for you to see the black “H” and “S” inked on your pussy. You feel a rush of arousal coat your channel.

You’re both looking down when he whispers, “’s hot right?”

You nod and reach down one finger to trace the lines.

“Fuck tha’s sexy…” he trails with a raspy moan.

You raise up and say, “Harry, help me put you inside me.”

He holds his cock still and you gently sink down on him with an open mouth and a gasp. This time he gasps as well.

“Harry, I love that little stretch when you first go in, it’s so intense, then feels so good,” you describe still looking down. You raise up and go down again bracing your hands on his shoulders. His eyes are glued to where you’re connected.

“Jesus, fuck, look they’re stretched ‘round my cock,” he mutters.

You look down and rise and fall and watch the “H” and “S” move and undulate as you fuck yourself on him. “Oh, my, god, Harry, that’s…it’s just…”

“Sexy,” you say.

“Sexy,” he says at the same time.

You look at his face, smile and he smiles back.

You grind down against him instead of pulling back and he groans at the way his initials move. You grip his shoulders tighter and start moving back and forth on his dick slowly. He’s watching intently. He pulls his knees up to support your back and meets your eyes. You press your lips to his. “Watch. I want you to watch your cunt as I fuck you.”

He groans and presses his lips to yours again. “You are amazin’, know tha’?”

You smile as his eyes slide back to where you’re connected. You’re focused on the way he feels. Everything is more sensitive now that you’re bare. You can feel EVERYTHING. Every time you meet his hips, it stimulates your clit and your grip on his shoulders tightens. “Mmmm…you feel so good.”

“S’good. Jesus, this is…s’good. Fuck…” He says, as he stills your hips.

You whine.

“I know, baby. I know. Wanna make it s’good for ya. First time in our bed, innit?”

You nod and smile. “Yes.”

“Kiss me?” he requests.

You don’t respond, you simply press your lips to his. You can never get enough of his kisses and there’s something so erotic about kissing him while he’s inside you. Your arms wrap around his neck as his tongue finds yours and then you’re both lost in the pure joy of kissing.

You break apart, breathless and he kisses you again quickly. “Ya ready?”

“Mmmm…” You move up and back down and gasp. You’re even more worked up now.

His mouth pulls back in a grimace. “Jesus…holy fuck.”

When your hand moves from his shoulder and down to your mound, pulling and tracing over his initials, he groans. “Fuck! Look a’ tha’!”

He grabs your hips and stills you. “One (pant) more (pant) time (pant).”

“Jesus H!” you cry out.

He grabs his phone. “Gotta take a pic. I…shit…need ta…” he trails off as he opens the camera. He just has the bottom of your tits and the H and S on your pussy in the pic. Click. He kisses you again, hands sliding up to your tits and pinching your nipples. “Make me cum…make us cum.”

You cry out as you start to move up and down again. You grab his hand and place his fingers on your clit. “I can feel every fucking thing,” you pant out. You guide his fingers over your clit. “This is yours. All yours. Always has been.” You’re so close. “Always will be!” You cry out as you cum.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, don’ stop! Fuck, don’ stop!” His hands fly to your hips and guide you, rocking you against him harder. The way you’re squeezing him and the way his initials are moving on your skin is too much and he’s gone, hips thrusting up, head thrown back, veins taut on his neck, curse words leaving his mouth. You fall forward and crash into his neck, both of you breathing hard. “Can feel ya still shakin’, baby ya Ok?” he asks kissing your shoulder in between huffing breaths.

“I’m good, you?” you respond resting your cheek on his shoulder. You pull your head up and turn to kiss under his ear then whisper, “Can feel you still inside me, it’s…Hahh…it’s…,” you involuntarily clench down on him even as he softens. “Harry…I…,” you whimper feeling heat from your ears down your neck.

He leans his shoulder forward in an effort to get your eyes, “Baby?” he says. Then he catches your eyes, glassy, lips wet from licking them. “Oh, love,” he coos rubbing your back, “‘s ok, don’ stop…ya need to cum again, don’ ya?”

You bury your head back down in his neck and nod, “’m so close still, ‘s not stopping…so sensitive” you say breathing hot air into his neck trying to control the feeling.

“Rock ya hips, don’ hold it back,” he says then stops and places his hand on your neck to hold you close to his body, head still buried in his shoulder. Your hair is everywhere, it puffs out of his face on a deep exhale. One hand is low on your bum and helping you along as your rock back and forth his pelvic bone hitting your clit on every pass.

You’re breathing and gasping with your lips on his neck. “I love you, Harry, I love you so much. Feels so good.”

“I love ya so much, love makin’ love ta ya…love makin’ ya cum,” he says pulling your head out to smooth your hair away from your face. He touches his forehead to yours, “Don’ stop movin’,” he says slanting his mouth and kissing you passionately. Your hands grip his biceps and he breaks away lips still touching yours as he speaks softly, “you gon’ cum fo’ me, can see it in ya eyes, come on, babe...,” he ducks his head slightly and pushes yours back up forehead to forehead, “Look at me when ya cum, yeah, like tha’.”

You speed up and then your mouth drops open, between his stare that never waivers and your sensitivity…the orgasm feels like the sweetest relief.

“There’s my love, there she is…I love you…only you…please, don’ stop…keep lookin’ at me,” he encourages, “cum so pretty fo’ me.”

“Har-r-r-ry, love you… love you…” you dig your fingers in his biceps your nails leaving crescent marks from the pressure. You dive in to kiss him speaking between kisses, “What are you doin’ to me? You’ve turned me inside out and I can feel it…I can feel it…your love, our love in this world, in this bed…thank you for letting me be me.”

“Feel it too, babe, ‘s good…’s free… thanks fo’ bein’ here wi’ me. Gonna make mo’ moments like this, lots mo’ moments…a lifetime of ‘em because love ya,” he says with furrowed brows and searching eyes. And you know he means it.

You lean forward to place a gentle kiss on his shoulder, he follows and kisses the shoulder you have exposed to him. After several kisses he lays his head back on the headboard and you lay yours on his chest. He grabs your hand and brings it up to kiss each knuckle, then places it on his chest and holding it there.

After a long period of gentle kisses and tender words Harry mutters, “Mmm, baby, think we can jus’ stay here like this the rest of the day?”

“I wish, babe, but you have something scheduled for tonight,” you remind him with a pouty lip.

Then your eyes go wide, and you start twisting around looking all around you on the bed. “Where is it!?” you say emphatically.

“What, love?” he says with a scrunched face.

“Your phone!” you say rolling your eyes.

“’S right ‘ere,” he says producing the phone from under his thigh.

Grabbing for it, “Gimme it!” you say.

“Ok! Ok! What’s goin’ on?” he says with a chuckle and a huff.

“That picture, I wanna see it!” you say looking at him like he has grown two heads.

“OHHHH!!, Yeah, me too!” he says grabbing the phone back to scroll to the folder of photos.

You turn around in his lap and sit back to his front and he pulls his phone around to where you can both see it.

Chin resting on your shoulder he begins flipping through until suddenly the photo appears.

“Damn babe!” he exclaims an octave lower than his already deep voice.

You bring your hands up to cover your mouth. “Holy shit, Harry,” you mumble through your fingers.

“’S hot, so fuckin’ hot,” he whispers into your ear.

You must admit it’s pretty sexy, there the bottom of your boobs, your tummy and his initials stretched around his barely visible cock. You swipe to see if he took more than one, thankful it was only one. However, when you swipe back to it, you notice the picture move. “Wait!” you say grabbing the phone back, “Harry this is a live shot, when you hold down on the photo it captures a few seconds before and after the photo!” you whisper-shout with eyes as wide as saucers. Although you’re holding the phone, he cups your hand and presses his thumb on the top and, true to word, the photo shows your tummy quivering and heaving with breath and arousal.

“Jesus. Fucking. Christ.” he states gently pulling the phone out of your hands. He then proceeds to press down on the photo over and over. You can hear the smirk in his voice, “God, I love this…”

“Harry, you better put that somewhere safe, my god!” you breath into your hands peeking though your fingers as he plays it over and over again.

“Oh, trust me, ‘s gon’ be in a safe place wi’ me ev’rywhere I go…” he’s remarks kissing your ear. “You on film…mmmm…wha’ d’ya think ‘bout tha’? Would ya ever let me film ya?”

[writingforatwistedworld]

To my honeycrisp,

Pomefiore may not have been the place you wanted to go, but I think it might be the place where you could learn to thrive. You don’t have the obvious strengths that some people have but you have many less obvious ones that you can use to achieve your goals! You’ll be a great man one day Epel. Keep fighting, and know that I’m always cheering you on!

-Reader got sent to twisted wonderland

Self-aware au

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, insecurity, obsessive behavior, religion, unhealthy mindset, poison

Epel Felmier-High expectations

Heading into your alchemy classroom you saw your usual partner during the lesson sitting in his place. The small Pomfiore student seemed to be deep in thought only looking up once you sat down beside him. Just when Crewel was entering the room he hurriedly put a letter on the desk in front of you and started stubbornly to the teacher who started his lesson. Just what was written in there?

Dear overseer,

I am most thankful for your blessing! The entire time I thought that my being in Pomfiore was some sort of punishment. Maybe it happened to me because I said once that your visual perfection wasn't what made you so special but everything overall which you achieved. What a sin! Forgive this sinner! I was a small child, not understanding that not even a hair on your head should be questioned! But here I am, hearing that I am in this dorm for my own good. Thank you so much for guiding me! God is truly kind! I will cherish the memories I am making in there forever!

All my life I had been struggling with how I looked. Sometimes I'm seen as a woman so I have to admit that looking how I want to be isn't exactly my strongest suit. But then you told me that one day I will become someone great. For you I will try my best. I can't disappoint you, can I?

Overseer, God, you are sometimes too kind. When I read the words that you would always cheer me on I was on the verge of tears. It's me who should always be thinking about you, being a faithful believer and yet you are the one watching over me, thinking about me. I have nothing to offer, maybe some apple carvings. But would some petty carvings be enough for you? The Valley of thorns lays mountains of gold down to offer it to you and here I am thinking about offering a pathetic, not even complete apple.

I am not worthy of such honor. God themselves is watching my every move. There is no way I'm able to live up to your expectations. Forgive me being such a nuisance. Like the poisoned apple of the Fairest Queen I am poisoning you, stealing your breath, your precious time. I hope there is a antidote against me, a parasite.

May your grace shine bright!

Epel Felmier

[hallow-witxh]

Apple Cider is basically a homesteading spell.

So let's talk about it!

Apple Cider has been a stable in my house every single year for almost my whole life.

Although I never lived in one house for more than a year or two (and oftentimes, not even in one country), I always had a yearly visit to my grandparent's house in Washington before moving here permanently. There's a beautiful pasture, a giant garden, an orchard right next to our home dripping with pears and apples comes autumn. Every year without fail, my grandpa would drag me over with a big ol' bucket and we'd gather pounds and pounds of apples. We made all sorts of fun things. Applesauce, apple cakes, apple candy, apple honey and sugar, apple syrup - and my favorite in the whole wide world, apple cider. We would get fresh herbs from a farmers market and make gallons and gallons of cider to jar for the upcoming years, because I would always, without fail, want a cup of it when I was sick, sad, lonely, or tired.

In recent years, as I study more and more about my practice, I realized that Apple Cider was basically a potion of happiness and safety. A perfect homesteading potion/spell - which is why it gives me such a sense of comfort. And now, I'm realizing that it would be selfish of me to keep such a treasured recipe to myself.

So here is what you'll need:

Crock pot

10 apples (I recommend 5 honeycrisp and 5 granny smith), quartered

Moon water (enough to cover apples by at least an inch and a half)

1/2 - 1 packed cup of brown sugar (depending on your sweet tooth)

1 orange, sliced

1 tablespoon whole cloves

3 cinnamon sticks

1/2 teaspoon nutmeg

1/2 teaspoon allspice

1/4 teaspoon ginger

1/4 teaspoon genuine vanilla extract

Tiny pinch of salt

What do the ingredients manifest?

Apples: Love, Luck, Prosperity, Healing

Sugar: Sweetness, Love, Inviting good things

Orange: Abundance, Happiness, Love in marriage

Cloves: Protection, Success

Cinnamon: Protection, Healing, Luck, Love, Success

Nutmeg: Luck, Protection, Safety, Balance

Allspice: Luck, Financial Success, Healing

Ginger: Confidence, Prosperity, Success

Vanilla: Love, Passion

Instructions:

Wash your apples and orange

Cleanse your crock pot with your preferred cleansing method (I like an incense/smoke cleanse)

Slice your apples and orange, add to the crock pot

Add your sugar, herbs, and spices

Cover with moon water until it's 1.5-2 inches above the apples

Cover crockpot with lid and set to low for a minimum of 6 hours, preferably overnight

Strain out apples, herbs, orange slices

Add vanilla and tiny pinch of salt, mix well

Serve piping hot with a fresh apple or orange slice, if desired

You can also use the cooked apples to make applesauce, or turn them into apple pancakes or add to cakes/baking mixes! I hope this recipe brings warmth and light to your kitchen <3

Blessed Be everyone, and have a wonderful autumn.

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