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sketchy-rosewitch · 2 years

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Love:Benny x werewolf!female!reader x Frankie

Part 2/2 of Trust and Love.

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A/n: Inspirtion strikes at weird ass times Lemme tell y’all. Anyways hope y’all enjoy it.

Warnings: 18+ minors dni, food, pregnancy mentions, 2 p in 1 v, werewolf transformations, arguing, fingering, kissing, angsty, fluff.

You huff and roll your eyes at the two men cuddling on the couch. You decided you’d cook and clean tonight giving Frankie and Benny a break. But really, you just wanted to be away from both of them. They’re constant cuddling and kissing started to piss you off. You try to hide it from them and you think you’re doing a good job considering you haven’t been asked by either of them what was wrong.

You wipe off the last dish and place it in the plate cabinet before almost walking away into your room.

“You don’t wanna join us Perrito?” Frankie asks, you stop in your tracks. Frankie had called you that since before he knew you were a werewolf. Very ironic. That nickname always makes your heart beat faster, so did Benny’s nickname, Sparky. You had to look it up to see what all that heart hurting in a good way meant and it had something to do with being in love with both of them. Unfortunate.

“No, I’m kinda tired. Did a bunch of laps around the block. You know how it is.” You force a small laugh out. “I think I’m just gonna go to sleep.”

You couldn’t even look at them. That stupid love shit. You should’ve been there with them, yet you weren’t. You’re alone. You crave being fully in their family, yet you know it’ll never happen.

“Oh, well goodnight.”

“Night.”

You slam your door shut. You lay on your bed and growl lowly.

You hate this love feeling. You hate this jealous feeling, you have this feeling that you’re going to explode into a million tears, starting at the face and making its way to your fists. Yet your body won’t do it. Cowardly shit. So you lay there in your own dread, hoping it’ll go away.

“I don’t know Benny, do you think she even loves both of us in a romantic way? I bet she’ll think we’re weird for wanting that.” Frankie sighs. Benny stretches the arm around Frankie’s shoulder, rolling his wrist while thinking about it.

“I don’t think so. I think she wants it as much as we do. She doesn’t exactly clear her search history on my laptop.” Benny chuckles a little. “Even if she doesn’t, I’m sure she wouldn’t think anything of us. It’s not wrong even if others view it that way she sure as hell wouldn’t.”

Frankie nods and turns back towards the tv.

Frankie watches you stab into your breakfast sausage angrily and stuff it into your mouth. You repeat the cycle, over and over until you move to your eggs.

“Perrito?”

You look up at him, lips pursed in frustration. Your fork clatters on the plate. You want Frankie to stop staring at you, you didn’t even want breakfast but you knew you had to eat. You hate Frankie right now. You hate Benny too. They had both been looking at you these past few days and you hate it, you don’t want them to look at you. You want them to ignore you, you’d prefer that. You want to disappear, for them to just forget about you, leave you behind like some stray dog.

You hate them, you hate their relationship, you hate how they’ll never see you as nothing more than a friend, or a burden. Someone they were basically forced to take care of, who can barely survive in her own. You’ll never be theirs. You’ll be some stupid third wheel.

“Perrito?” He repeats.

“What?” You growl, teeth bared. Maybe if you show signs of aggression they’ll fuck off. Frankie doesn’t flinch though, instead he sighs and looks down at his plate.

“I just wanna know what’s wrong, you’ve been aggressive this past week, really this past month. Benny and I just wanna know what’s wrong or if it’s just something to do with you being a werewolf I guess.” Frankie shrugs and leans back in his chair, looking away from you.

“Nothing’s wrong.” You roll your eyes and get up, leaving the kitchen and walking back into your bedroom. You slam your door again and bury your face in a pillow. You growl into it.

Frankie sighs, he leaves your plate at the table and washes his plate and Benny’s that he left there before work.

Something was clearly wrong with you. He didn’t want you to feel like you needed to force it to come out but he so badly just wants to know what’s wrong.

You stare at the picture frame on your dresser, it holds a photo of you, Frankie, and Benny. You’re in the middle, Benny is on your right and Frankie on your left. They’re practically burying you in a hug.

You need that again. You need a hug. In fact they should just take it a step further. Give you a kiss. Cheek and lips, all over your body maybe. They should just fuck you while they’re at it too.

You feel like a degenerate for even thinking this but, you hear them at night sometimes. You want that so badly. You crave it. You crave whatever comes after that too. You just crave them, you crave being in a relationship with both of them. You need them both more than anything. You wish you could tell them. You wish they understood.

You pace around your room. Your stomach aches, your heart aches along with it. You feel a tear run down your face.

Your gross. You shouldn’t want both of them. They’d think you’re even more of a monster. But you can’t help it. You wanna carry their babies after awhile. You wanna marry them first though, then you wanna dance with both of them. You want, you want, you want. Yet you’ll never have.

The front door shuts. You leave your room and go to finish your breakfast.

“Sparky?” Benny knocks, you sigh and roll your eyes. Could they fucking leave you alone it’s not hard.

He peaks in. “Hey hun, Frankie said you were in a mood. I brought you some of those chips you like and your favorite drink. I hope that’s alright.” He sits on the edge of your queen sized bed. You turn over and stare as he places the chips and drink on the nightstand. “I’m not gonna pressure you into telling us but I will ask. Is something wrong?” He puts his hand on your leg and rubs it in a comforting way.

“Nothing’s wrong.” You repeat that same phrase. You’ll continue to repeat it.

“Okay, you just haven’t been out of your room other than to eat. You haven’t talked to us and if you’re feeling like shit we wanna help.” Benny looks away from you. “I’ll leave you alone though now. Just wanted to drop that off.”

He gets up and leaves.

You go back to sulking immediately.

You have a week before your next heat. You started a routine where the two men would cuddle you and bury you in blankets to keep your cramping at bay during heat cycles. A cramping you had no idea was actually arousal, that was until this month. So you had to come up with a new idea. You couldn’t have them close to you.

Slick already slips down your leg. You moan lightly and squeeze your thighs together. This isn’t fair. It’s never been this bad. You haven’t even transformed yet. Not that you would’ve, but two weeks of this stupid arousal. You couldn’t do it, you couldn’t…

Frankie and Benny come home to you’re moaning and whining. They furrow their brows and stare at one another before making their way down the hall.

They haven’t heard your panting unless you were about to transform, but you’d normally let them know. So Benny slowly turns the doorknob and walks in.

“Get. Out.” You growl between gritted teeth.

“Sparky… what’s wrong?”

You hate him, you hate both of them. Your back is turned away from them and frankly you like it that way. “Nothing is wrong.”

“Stop saying that.”

You turn at Frankie’s firmness and immediately try and get out of the bed to intimidate him. Your legs wobble but your face stays pissed. “It’s none of your fucking business what’s wrong. Even if it was I’d never fucking tell you. I hate both of you.”

It was childish, you saying that. You sounded like a bratty fucking child and Frankie didn’t back down from it. “No you don’t.”

You growl lowly.

“You’re acting. Get the fuck out of your goddamned head and explain what the fuck is wrong. Clearly this shit is bothering you. Whatever the fuck it is.” Frankie looks down at you. You feel small again. You whine and let out a small moan before covering your mouth. You’re embarrassed. Your body is no longer in control and you fall onto the bed. You sit, legs crossed, hands in your lap.

“I can’t say it. You’ll hate me. Think I’m some perverted bitch.” You can’t even look at them, you turn your head away from both of them. They both crouch down to attempt to get on your level, make you feel comfortable.

“We would never think of you any different Sparky. I wish you understood that. We aren’t gonna judge you for shit.” Benny smiles sadly, you can see it from the corner of your eye. This makes the dam within your eyes break.

“I- fuck.” You feel sick. You look up and wipe your tears before your fists hit the bed. “I can’t say it. Fuck I’m scared. Fuck… help me. I’m gonna die… fuck… I want you, I want both of you and I fucking love both of you but I can’t have you now can I? I want you two to fuck me and I want everything you guys do… I want to cuddle with you two on the couch, I wanna kiss you two, I wanna do whatever the hell you two do after sex. I fucking need you two.” Your stomach twists and turns your heart going the opposite direction. As if it’s being rung out. You bury your face in your fists. You wanna puke, you wanna disappear.

“That’s what this has all been about?” Frankie asks, you nod and sniffle, knuckles balling and unballing.

“Fuck Sparky. We’ve been waiting for you to calm down or tell us what’s wrong. We wanted you to be in a good mood because we wanted to ask you to be in a relationship with us. We love you so much Sparks.”

“We do. We love you so much. Thank you perrito for telling us. I cannot believe you bottled that up baby. Please we wouldn’t judge you no matter what.”

They both bury you in a hug, laying you flat on the bed. You smile and laugh. “Oh gosh… I’m sorry.”

“No, no hun. Don’t apologize.” Benny kisses your neck, Frankie your cheek. They hold hands and hold onto you.

You groan, arching your back. The slick getting into your fur as your body changes. Frankie and Benny come and they sit next to you. It feels good when they pet your fur. It brings a relief to the pain this transformation causes. It always hurts more during a full moon. You never understood it but it just did.

Before hand you explained how bad this heat was. How badly you needed both of them. This past week you’d been so lovey after your talk with both of them, biting your self in their scents. You tried so hard not to hump them to get some kind of relief. It was hard and you straight told them you didn’t know how you would be in your wolf form. You stood tall but not taller than Benny, you were probably about the same strength as him too. Maybe stronger.

They didn’t care though. They’d stay with you and make sure everything was fine.

You huff and howl rolling over, practically on top of Benny. You begin licking him before reaching over and grabbing Frankie by the shirt. You lick his neck and start tearing his shirt in half with your claws.

“Baby, you’re not fucking up my clothes. Especially if we do this every heat hold on.” Frankie laughs, you growl a little as he gets up and gets undressed. Benny nuzzles into your fur. A small whine comes out of you. He kisses your muzzle gently. You crawl on the bed and move him so he’s against the headboard.

Frankie comes up after you and starts kissing your back gently making you almost give out and crushing Benny, the feeling, well all of these feelings are foreign to you. He chuckles softly and moves his hands towards your folds that were quite literally, dripping with slick, it ran down your thighs and onto Benny’s leg.

Frankie pushes a finger into you forcing a moan out of you. “So wet perrito… This was all for us?”

You whine, Benny finds a way to slip from under you and you find more fingers buried in your cunt. You fall forward and whine louder, the feeling of your cunt being stretched out driving you wild.

You buck back into them, then feel a thumb circling your clit. Your eyes roll back. You’ve never felt any of this you know if won’t be the last time but you still savor the feeling. Your pussy clenches. They kiss your fur and you hear them kiss each other for a bit while working you.

“You’re doing so good Sparks.” Benny says.

You whine out a response feeling something inside of you building up. Your thighs felt like they were tensing and something warm was in your stomach.

Suddenly you let out a loud squeak, your body arches and your vision goes white.

You pant and look at Benny and Frankie. By the looks on their faces this was far from over.

Frankie gets on the bed and moves you so he’s leaning against the headboard. You tilt your head in confusion and look over at Benny.

“Come here and sit.” Frankie demands. You look back and forth between the two before ultimately deciding to listen to him, sitting on his lap.

“Good girl.”

Your stomach flips.

Benny goes behind you and starts brushing gently up and down your body with his fingers. He kisses your shoulders and Frankie touches your thighs. You were in absolute bliss right now.

You feel something hard on your stomach and back as they continue to feel you, kiss you, kiss each other. They stop and look at you.

“Are you okay with us fucking you at the same time?” Benny asks. You want to roll your eyes. No shit you were okay with it. But you nod and pant a little before leaning down and licking Frankie’s chest.

Frankie then pushes you up so your hovering over him, his cock thick and long. You couldn’t turn your head enough to see Benny’s but you felt it slide against your folds.

Frankie aims his cock for your hole and you sink slowly down on it. It stretches you out making you whine. “Slow down perrito. We don’t need to rush.” Frankie looks into your eyes. You nod.

When your body gets used to it you slide down the rest of the way before feeling something else near the same hole. You lean forward a bit and Benny slides in a little easier. It stretches you and you feel like you’re going to be split in half.

“We won’t go til your ready hun.” Benny says.

You nod.

Benny begins thrusting into your gently while Frankie moves you up and down on his cock. You start getting a rhythm and move on your own as you let out whines of want. You love this feeling. Both of them inside you.

“You feel so good. You’re doing so good hun.”

Benny is babbling as he starts a rougher pace while Frankie just moans, holding your hips, his eyes roll to the back of his head.

You feel the same feeling as before again. A warm feeling in your stomach and like your thighs are gonna give out on your any second.

You begin to pant and clench your pussy around the two cocks.

“You gonna cum Sparks? Fuck you feel so good, go ahead and cum around out cocks.”

You lose control and let out a loud moan, your eyes roll back. Your body begins to hurt and you get smaller. You groan in pain, turning back into a human slowly. They both pull out and you fall to the side.

“Please cum on me.” You whine softly.

They fuck their fists until cum covers your stomach. It makes you feel warm and dirty. But it was in such a good way.

Frankie gets up and leaves the room. You tilt your head and Benny comes to kiss you gently.

“Aftercare.”

You lay in between the two men, they cuddle into you and kiss your head and face and then try and get you to drink water before kissing each other’s faces and nuzzling into your neck. They hold hands over top of you.

“Thank you… I uh, obviously have never done that before, didn’t realize it would cause my heat to Uhm go down I guess. I wanted to also apologize for a week ago and all the weeks before that. I don’t understand relationships… I know you guys know that but it felt selfish wanting everything you guys had and wanting both of you. I’m going to try and communicate my feelings better. I was just so afraid of rejection.” You explain, looking between the two men.

“You’re okay. We promise we weren’t mad and we will never get mad we just worry is all. We didn’t know if it had to do with being a wolf or whatnot. We want you to feel loved and like you can talk to both of us for anything. We’ll never reject or hurt you. You mean to much to us.” Frankie explains back. Benny nods in agreement.

You smile and kiss both of them on the noses.

“I love you guys so much.”

“We love you too.”

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adorkablejae · 5 years

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Happy New Year Babies ❤️

#now lemme take my ass to sleep so i won’t be in my feelings #adorkablejae

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divinefireangel · 3 years

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SF9 reaction to their s/o being horny in the middle of the night lol ty

Me being horny rn helps ig ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Warnings: Smut. A lot of it. Female anatomy. Everything is consensual. Unprotected sex. Biting. Fingering. Pussy slapping (sorry for the choice of words, I'm tired rn 💀). Dom/sub tones. Manhandling? Doggy style. Oral (R). Missionary. Kitten as pet name. Riding. Thigh riding. Face sitting. Cockwarming. Dirty talk. Lmk if I need to add more.

Youngbin

He won't wake up till his dick is like super hard

And that's gonna happen easily cause you're squirming against him

When he does wake up tho

He'll grab your hips to stop you from moving

Slowly grinds his front to your back

Pleased breaths while his eyes are still closed

"Need some help jagi?"

And he asks that in a deep ass voice conveying that he's awake

Won't think much about it tbh

He'll just pull your shorts/underwear down along with his

And fucks his cock into your wet hole

Lemme tell you it feels heavenly when he enters you

You can't help but moan out loud as your eyes roll back

Harshly bites your shoulder and neck

His expert hips do an amazing job 🤤

The pace is fast then slow

Definitely squeezes your ass harshly

Inseong

Oh he's gonna be a lil pissed that you made him horny

But he doesn't get fully hard

He will in the morning but right now

He wants to punish you 😉

Strips your lower half so quickly you don't even finish a gasp

Smacks your pussy a few times while scolding/degrading you a lil bit

"Fuck you can't keep your hands off me can you?"

"Want me to make you cum baby?"

And while he's dirty talking to you

His fingers are teasingly running over your hips and inner thighs

Just to rile you up more

His tongue enters your mouth at the same moment his fingers enter you

So relentless in his movements

Thumb is circling your clit while his whole fingers pump in and out of you

"Yeah. You like that don't you?"

And fuck you do cause you're literally shaking against his body that's on top of yours

Starts to suck on your neck when you start to clench

Jaeyoon

Oh he's just gonna groan as soon as he's half awake

Not cause he's upset

Oh hell no

He's actually very happy

Just give him a moment to wake up

"Get ready to be sore in the morning jagi"

Bites his lip as his hands roughly turn you into your front

Straddles your thighs

Slaps your ass and presses his crotch along it's curve

Pulls both of your pants till your mid thigh

Enters you whole swiftly making your legs quiver

One hands is placed next to your head and the others is holding your head to the pillow

Literal inhuman pace

Wants to make you cum quickly

And preferable more than once

Mocks your whines omg

"Fuck can you feel the bed shake baby?"

"You love it when I fuck you into the mattress?"

Loves that your night shorts are restricting your leg movements making you writhe under him whenever you cum

Dawon

Oh he isn't asleep don't worry

Smirks when he hears your breathy moans as you clench your thighs together to relieve yourself

Slowly slips under the covers

Kisses your thighs so suddenly you shriek

Also kisses your folds over your shorts

When you throw the covers off your bodies, he pulls your shorts off

"Are you wet for me baby?"

Doesn't let you answer cause he's already diving into your pussy

Licks long stripes up and down at first

Then enters you with his tongue

Nose nudges your clit

Fingers pinching your inner thighs

Arms wrapped around your thighs and hips to hold you down

Cause you're shaking so much from the pleasure he's giving you with his mouth

Purposely swears while he's sucking your clit just to make you cry out for him

Very cruel

But it's okay cause he makes you cum hard

You're chewing on your wrist just to not scream from your intense orgasm

So proud when he comes up to your face level

Zuho

He'll be half asleep when he tells you to stop and go back to sleep

And also that he'll fuck you in the morning

But you are his needy kitten right

So you turn to face him and start to trace his facial features with one hand

Your other hand slips between your bodies to cup his length over his sweats

Slowly you tease him till he's awake

But what you don't know is that he's been awake since he asked you to stop

Cause when you teased him he was reminded of how good your feel wrapped around his dick and body

Grabbing your hand he surprises you

"I'll teach you a lesson now. My sexy kitten is horny for my dick huh?"

Throws the covers off so suddenly

Pulls you to the edge of bed by the back of your knees

Spanks your thighs till they're red while dirty talking you till you're begging him to fuck you like his good kitten

Rubs your folds with the head of his veiny cock

My gosh you can feel the texture of his dick on your walls when he enters you

Fucks you senseless

He wants you leaking on the bed but at the same time he wants to punish you for waking him up

He'll hold your face in his palm to make you look into his eyes when he teases you and when he cums deep in you

Rowoon

"Stop. Please."

Cause he knows that if he's hard he will fuck you till your legs are jelly

But he doesn't have the energy for that right now

When you whine and plead while tracing his chest and abdomen

He'll give in

Obviously he will

Pulls his night shorts down till his dick is free

Strokes himself during the whole time you get up and undress your lower half

Hand rests on your hip as you straddle his naked core with yours

Groans when you start to sink down on him

Definitely wide awake when he's completely in your heat

Moving back and forth bit by bit you bite your lip and release teasing moans of his name

"Fuck please go faster. You feel so amazing around me"

So many compliments 🥺

Pushing your hair to one side you lean down to capture his lips

Kissing him desperately you ride him faster

His hands rest on your ass

Squeezing it when you clench around him

Kiss his neck to drive him insane omg

His thighs tense and his hands roughly grab your hips when he cums

Curses mixed with your name

Which triggers your orgasm too

Yoo Taeyang

Tae would've been fast asleep

If it weren't for you sighing angrily every few minutes

Then every few seconds

All you were trying to do was to relieve yourself of your horniness

Clenching on nothing but air

Tae was rather tired today but if he wasn't, he'd be all over you and in you in every fucking way he knows

"Just turn on to your side"

His voice did startle you but you obeyed

So you spoon with him being the bigger spoon

That is until he moved your shorts to a side

"Fuck. You're really wet baby."

He says as his fingers play with your folds agonizingly slowly

Teasing your entrance purposely

When you beg him not to tease you cutely

He just lifts your upper leg higher till it's bent at your knee

Pumps his cock a few times leaving you in inticipation of what he'll do next

You moan when he enters you, taking you gently

Shuddering you clench around him so much that he hisses you to stop

Driving his dick completely in your warmth he just stays there

Not moving a bit and and groaning you to stop whenever you squeezed his length

Holds you close like that till you both fall asleep

Hwiyoung

He just laughs tiredly

"Babygirl I can't right now"

Almost sounds like whining

But when you kiss his neck and grind on his thigh and ask him oh so sweetly

"Please 🥺"

Fuck his resolve breaks and he's wide awake now

Gulps and licks his lips

"I have an idea. Ride my face."

He giggles when he sees your happy yet shocked expression

Massages you thighs as you climb up to his face

His eyes never leave your core 🤭

God he's never looked so hungry for you ever

His pupils blown, breathing heavy

The moment you are comfortable over his face he just goes to town

Pulls you lower by your hips

Eyes closed the whole while

Humming in approval at the way you taste

And you totally losing it above him is just motivating him more

Your cries

Your hands pulling his hair

Or holding the headboard

Or when you lean you head on the wall when his teeth scrape your clit

Gosh he'll want to do this every single fucking time you have sex

Chani

Okay he's gonna be a little lazy

He's too tired to fuck you or even get hard or so he thinks

So he'll just stop your whining by nudging your thighs apart

And pushing his knee in between them

"Make yourself cum"

He's barely awake lmao

When your start riding his thigh, he slowly wakes up when he feels that wet patch from your leaked arousal on his thigh

Slides his hand in his own pants and strokes himself to the same speed as you hips

The other hand rides up in your shirt

Tweaks your hard nipples

Kisses your neck when you whimper

Moans your name into your ear

Presses his hard chest into your back

Starts flexing his thigh muscles to give you added pleasure

Slips the hand playing with your nipples inside your shorts

Rubs your clit at a fast pace

"Close baby?"

Tiny pecks your neck to ear when you cum from his hand and thigh

Pecks at your cheek and jaw lovingly as you calm down from your intense high

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shotorozu · 4 years

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I have so many cute, fluffy requests but lemme drop this one! I’d love to request head cannons of Bakugo, Shinsou, Kirishima, and Mirio being dared to lay on their crush’s lap. Y/N is chilling on the couch on her phone, unaware of this. So these bois fulfill the dare and of course Y/N is surprised but she always liked them and doesn’t think she’ll have an opportunity like this again, so what does she do? Place her phone down and gently rubs their head with one hand and cheek with the other with a tender smile and even calling them cute.

laying on their crush’s lap

character(s) : bakugou katsuki, shinsou hitoshi, kirishima eijirou, togata mirio

legend : [Y/N = your name] they/them pronouns, but a f! reader, quirk’s not mentioned

headcanon type : fluff

note(s) : i want to apologize for not uploading yesterday! i was quite hoarded with school work, but just so you know— i do see your requests :)) i also wrote this at 3am by the way so.. no proofread rn but i will later!

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bakugou katsuki

ugh— first of all

bakugou is not one for dares. he thinks dares are quite useless, and irrelevant

however, it was either him; bakugou katsuki, being labeled a chicken or

laying his head down on Y/N— his crush. it doesn’t seem so bad to be honest

but.. the problem is that no one excluding the bakusquad has an idea of his feelings towards you

little did he know, you also harbor feelings towards him.

his pride.. can’t be hurt from something like this. nah, that’d be embarrassing

so he decides to go through with the dare.

after dinner, and briefly before he goes to sleep—

he enters the ground floor, and walks past the common room, where the bakusquad was just chilling at

you’re sitting beside them, just chilling on your phone— while listening to their antics

the bakusquad’s just staring at him, with a knowing look adorning their expressions

bakugou blinks, and he can sigh irritatedly— as he walks towards the couch, standing in front of you

carmine eyes practically glaring at you, waiting for you to notice his intense stare locked on you

with the bakusquad staring in anticipation, waiting for something to happen

you eventually notice (i mean, how could you not?) and you can only tilt your head “what’s up with you??” you question him with a light hearted tone

he doesn’t say much, only sighing before immediately dropping down and settling his head on your lap

you immediately grow flustered, suddenly aware of how soft his ash blond hair is (despite it’s rather.. spiky appearance)

the bakusquad’s just like “HOLY SHIT- he actually did it!” and it’s suddenly.. a lot more chaotic.

the blond shifts his position momentarily, red eyes staring up at you as they scan your expression for any sign of rejection

taking in your sheepish expression, and the fact that you gave him nothing but a rather.. contagious smile, he takes that as a good sign

but he’s surprised when you set down your phone, and attaching one hand onto his head- petting luscious blond pieces of hair

he blinks- genuinely pleased by this action and the bakusquad goes beserk

“is that good enough for you, dumbasses?” he asks switching back to his usual self, and they don’t give him much of an answer- only sending him cheeky looks.

when it’s time to go back to your rooms, bakugou suddenly breaks the silence.

“based off your reaction, i could say you like me back.” bakugou says it in such a soft tone, which is very out of character

you can only nod, and before you guys part ways, bakugou grabs the courage to grab your face and kiss you love the pining

hitoshi shinsou

it was definitely kaminari that asked him to do this, i mean.. when was it not-

recently joining the hero course in his second year, finally after working hard for his spot in the class- he became classmates with you

the person he’s been crushing on for the last year or so.

again, hitoshi’s pretty chill when it comes to dares and class games, but he’s not someone that would indulge in them regularly.

but kaminari, being quite the social butterfly he is, waltzed over to the recent addition to their class

and asked him to lay his head on your lap. since he was having his suspicions of shinsou having a crush.

shinsou’s thinking like.. “damn, he definitely knows. i mean, he’s probably the only person that knows.”

thing is, he’s probably the least bold out of all of these characters.

like.. he kinda wants to do it because it’s you but he’s also considering your feelings

oh boy.. if only you knew.

and he doesn’t want to embarrass you either. so he's just having a heart time just finding the perfect moment.

scanning the hallway of any people, he pads right across it as he enters the common room

he’s surprised to see you chilling on the couch.

you squeak out a small noise startled by the sudden appearance of another person, but they immediately calm down realizing it’s shinsou

“didn’t expect to see you there,” you laugh, and he could only chuckle at your reaction, as he stand next to the couch

his stomach is practically swarming with butterflies, but he replies anyway “you’re not staying in your room?”

“i didn’t realize how late it was,” you smile, “what’re you doing down here?”

“just getting a glass of water,” shinsou replies simply, silently trying his best to calm down his racing heart, shifting to stand infront of you

it’s silent for a few seconds, and it feels like forever. but shinsou concludes that he might as well do it now.

there's no one here to question his actions anyway.

dropping down, he pushes his head onto your lap- which surprises you because you never expected hitoshi shinsou; your crush

to just.. suddenly settle his head on your lap.

you’re flustered, but you love how the peaceful look on his usually tired out face.

placing your hand on his head, fingers weaving through purple locks- you allow a moment to pass by

breaking the silence, you speak “how cute,”

shinsou raises an eyebrow at your comment, and stands right up- walking away from the cut short moment.

“where are you going?” you ask, since how could he just do that and walk away so casually??

“getting water, like i said.” the corner of his lips turn up slightly. “i’ll see you later. maybe we could do this more.”

you don’t reply- and shinsou could only laugh at the way you owlishly blink “now who’s the cute one now?” he pokes fun at your bewildered- yet cute expression, and it’s not long before he disappears into the hallway

the next day, kaminari experiences such a field day when he finds out he did it. he could tell by the sheepish look on your face.

kirishima eijirou

who’s the one that dared him? it was mina and kaminari

similar to bakugou, the bakusquad’s the only one that has a slight idea of your crush, and that includes bakugou

to his dismay

so they dared kirishima to do this because it might just give you guys a head start. and they also wanted to see kiri’s reaction.

at first, kirishima was pretty reluctant regarding this dare, because.. how tf is he gonna do this??

is it unmanly to just.. walk up to you and plop his head right down onto your lap?

what if he tarnished what y’all have? he wouldn’t say it’s a relationship yet, but your relationship’s at a pretty good place right now.

it was bakugou that convinced him to do the dare because “just do it, idiot. it might do you something good for once.”

he only said this because he wanted them to shut up ngl

so if his bestie- bakugou is telling him to a dare then.. it’s probably a sign to do it.

shaking off the nervousness, kirishima walks off to find you- because the sooner the better, right?

you’re just doing your own thing, as you chill with mina on the couch. seeing the red head- mina sends a quick expression that practically tells him to go for it

kirishima gulps, nervously- and he enters the area, you’re suddenly aware of his presence.

“oh, hi kiri!” you greet him casually, and he waves back at you, butterflies tickling his stomach.

no need to feel nervous eijirou, just.. do it.

breathing in, he immediately kneels down on the floor right infront of you

you’re startled when you suddenly feel weight on your lap, and you’re visibly flustered seeing your own crush resting his head on your lap

mina’s making train noises right now, but she’s trying hard to not make a huge deal out of it (but how could she not, really? she’s tired of seeing both of her friends pinning over each other.)

“sorry, Y/N” kirishima apologizes, yet he doesn't see the slightest hint of discomfort.

you laugh, smoothing your head over his head, his face practically rivals his dyed hair. “if you wanted to lay your head on my lap, you could’ve said so, cutie.”

wait.. so does that mean you like him too?

mina couldn’t contain herself, as seeing the heavens as y’all interact. rip

togata mirio

shy? that’s so funny.

is that a thing with mirio togata? this is the same man that fought class 1-A butt ass naked.

there’s no shame detected in his bloodstream. more like.. he just knows how to hide it well.

nejire dared him to lay his head on your lap, because she wanted the both of you to just “get together already!!”

and she also wanted to see your reaction.

tamaki’s just like “uh.. won’t Y/N spontaneously combust though?”

mirio legit has no shame, this guy is the sole definition of ‘where’s my hug at?’

would not care about the location because a dare is a dare. the next time he sees you sitting outside of school hours

he’s sitting on that lap. end of the discussion.

you’re sitting on the couch of the dorm’s common room, and you’re just waiting for a text from nejire and tamaki

(since you and mirio aren’t classmates with tamaki and nejire, you guys try to meet up with each other as much as y’all can.)

mirio walks into the common room, and he’s glad to see you just sitting there.

now would be a good time!

calling your name out cheerfully, he approaches you-”Y/N, hi!” he grins as he approaches you, nothing seems off.

“hi mirio- wait,” your greeting is cut off short when he sets his head on your lap, humming immediately as he savors the pleasant feeling.

“w-what’re you doing?”

“laying on your lap! it’s pretty comfortable here. have i told you that yet?”

you shake your head, experiencing a loss of words.

he can only grin, eyes shimmering with joy- absolutely loving the expression on your face.

“you’re too cute, mirio. if you asked me out right now, i wouldn't be too mad at the idea.”

blinking up at you, he asks “well? will you?”

“of course.”

nejire and tamaki’s watching the scene from outside, and tamaki had to restrain nejire from squealing too hard.

thanks nejire :))

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zealous-whispers-of-us-redux · 3 years

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let your body talk

(A/N: just wanted to say thank u for 150 followers <3 i love each and every one of u :])

SMUT AHEAD

Summary: Bucky wants to roll around in her scent and then fall asleep with his knot buried deep inside her and dote on her as any good alpha should. At least, until she starts bleeding from her mouth.

“Alpha, alpha, alpha, oh fuck. Bucky!” his omega cried, her fingers twisted in his hair as she held his face to her neck.

Bucky snarled as his hips thrust faster than they’d ever before. Her slick was thicker, and there was more of it- it dripped down her ass cheeks and soaked into the sheets. She smelled amazing too, and Bucky could still taste her on his tongue.

He grabbed one of her legs and threw it over his shoulder, knowing she could take the strain. Gods-damn, she felt so fucking good around him!

“Yeah, you like that? Yeah, you do. Shit, you look so fuckin’ good split open on my dick, sweet omega,” Bucky growled, sinking his teeth into her neck.

She moaned at the feeling, and Bucky lapped at the blood that leaked out. His knot was about to blow, and she was so amazing and smelled so amazing, and Bucky couldn’t take it. He was going to come so fucking hard.

Something that feels like a small slab of stone rams itself into Bucky’s face. He wakes with a grunt and looks around for the source of the disruption. Soft snores meet his ears, and he sees that his omega has her feet on her pillow and is sleeping at the other end of the bed at a diagonal. He smiles fondly and wraps a warm hand around her ankle. She stirs, but Bucky is quick. He turns her around and plasters himself to her back. She whines, batting at his arm.

“I'm warm. You’re like a space heater. Thought you wouldn't be after the change, but you are. Darn wolves,” she grumbles.

“You’re warm?” Bucky asks, ignoring her complaints. “Since when?”

“Since now, let me sleep."

“C'mon, you gotta cuddle with me, sunshine. You know the rules.”

"Those rules are not a thing."

"I'm makin' them a thing right now. Now, shush up an' lemme hold ya."

“Ugh, fine. Take the blankets off then.”

Bucky sits up and gathers up all of the warm, soft things on their bed. He throws them on the floor and lays back down. His omega turns to face him and curls up into his chest. Bucky purrs and kisses the top of her head.

“Love you,” she says.

“Love you too.”

Bucky buries his face in her hair, and his eyes close. Hopefully, she won’t mind if he starts trying to get off in his sleep since he’s ninety-nine percent sure he will be returning to his sex dream. He takes a deep breath of her scent and- hmm, strange. There’s a hidden layer to her scent that he’s never smelt before.

“You get new soap or somethin’?” Bucky asks, pawing at her.

"Gods, Wolfy,” she groans, moving onto her back at his insistence.

Bucky wants to roll around in her scent and then fall asleep with his knot buried deep inside her. And then wake up to knot her three more times. And bring her breakfast in bed, build her a proper nest, hand feed her, and dote on her as any good alpha should. He'd bring home fresh humans for her to feed on, only the best, and a piece of a fallen star. He'd kill all of her enemies and build her a house in the country and buy her everything she could ever want. She'd never want to leave their nest, let alone Bucky.

“Y’smell amazin’,” he sighs.

“It’s not new soap. Can I go back to sleep now?”

Bucky clambers on top of her, and she glares, though it holds no real heat. He rubs his face in the crook of her neck where her bond mark sits. The odd scent on her skin gets stronger as Bucky starts kneading her breast. He begins to purr. She smells so good that he can feel his mouth watering.

“You sure? Y’smell so good tonight. It's like cinnamon rolls or somethin'! Gods, I love ya. You smell so sweet for me, baby.”

“Buck-” Her voice trails off as her face pinches with pain. “Ow. Wait, ow! What?"

Alarmed, Bucky moves off of her and scrambles for the lamp on the nightstand. He flips it on, illuminating the room in a dusky yellow light. Her face contorts in pain again, and her hands curl into fists. Thin rivulets of blood run from her mouth.

“Where does it hurt, darlin'?” asks Bucky, grabbing a tissue and wiping at the blood.

“It… Ow, fuck. What the hell is going on?”

“I’m gonna call someone!” Bucky says, panicking only slightly. “Bet Wanda’d come over if I asked!”

Leaping out of bed, Bucky scrambles for his boxers, but she stops him quick with an unnaturally warm hand on his wrist.

“No, don’t. It feels better when you touch me. Stay, please?”

Her eyes have turned red. Right in front of Bucky’s eyes, blood starts dripping from her nose as well. He picks her up as gently as he can and sets her on top of him. She groans, her body melting into his.

“Maybe you need to feed? Like that time when we first met, remember? You were bleedin' like this. Didn't my blood help you feel better?” he says.

“Yeah, it did, but that was only because the human I drank from was close to death, and I didn't realize until it was too late," she explains, wiping her mouth. "I wasn't in pain then, just sick. This feels different."

“How does it feel?” asks Bucky, running a hand over her back. “Where does it hurt?”

“My lower stomach. It's like my large intestine is making a fist or something. Maybe I have cholera."

Bucky chews his lip. “No, it's like….”

Realization slams into him fast, and he sends it through their bond. Bucky watches her eyes grow in disbelief.

“Cramps,” Bucky says out loud.

“You're kidding. That’s impossible,” she says.

“I- hold on a sec for me.”

Bucky rolls them over, so she lands on the bed on her back with a soft little whine of pain. Bucky licks her cheek, and she shudders. He places a hand on her belly and slithers down the length of her. Bucky edges his omega's feet apart, and as soon as her legs open, he’s bowled over by the scent of her. His dick responds immediately, and Bucky licks his lips.

“Heat,” he says. “Gods almighty, you’re in heat. It's gotta be.”

“That’s impossible."

“Maybe not. What else could it be? What'd you eat today?"

“Just those humans we hunted, but their blood was fine." She looks frightened. "Should I go to the ER?"

"For what? You're in heat."

"I just didn't think that could happen. Maybe something else is wrong."

"No," Bucky says. "I know it. I can smell it. It's a heat scent. I dunno why or how, but it's happenin.'"

Bucky realizes he’s panting like a dog. Shit, what is happening right now? (Bucky’s fucking favorite dream is what’s happening right now!) He bites back a growl, not wanting to frighten his omega, who looks like she is close to tears. Still, all he wants to do is grab her by the hips and bury himself so deep inside her that she feels him in her fucking stomach. Mount her and fuck his cum into her until he gets her knocked up with his pups.

"I haven't even had a period since 1619," she says.

“You scared?” Bucky asks, wiping the blood from underneath her nose.

She nods.

“It's okay. You’re okay. I don’t know why you’re bleedin’ like that, but it’s some kinda heat. I swear it. I'm here, okay?" Bucky licks his lips. “I can make it so much better.”

"How?"

"Same as my rut- orgasms. They'll help. An' my knot, if you want it."

"This is so degrading," she moans, covering her face with her hands. "I'm so humiliated."

Bucky reaches for her hands, but she locks all of her muscles so he can't tug them from her face.

"Hey, hey, omega, look at me. C'mon, lemme see you. There she is; thank you." Bucky smiles, trying to tamper down his desire. "It's natural."

"Not for me."

"D'you feel humiliated when I get my rut?"

"No, but you don't need to be penetrated to help with -ow- these stupid cramps."

"It ain't your body's fault, you know? You can't help it. If it makes you feel better, we can go to the ER. But you're in heat. I swear I'm tellin' the truth."

"I believe you. I'm just embarrassed."

"There ain't nothin' to be embarrassed about, honey. Really. It's just me here, right? No judgment. And what, do you think I'll start runnin' to every vamp in the country and tell 'em you went into heat an' had to be knotted to feel better? No."

"I know you wouldn't."

"Right. Don't be embarrassed," Bucky soothes, sweeping his thumbs over the backs of her hands. "This doesn't mean I'm all of a sudden gonna start tellin' you what to do or what to wear or who to eat. Or keep you locked up in the house or kill anyone who looks at you sweetly. We ain't combinin' our finances, so I can control your spendin'."

"That's not what I was-"

"Yes, it was. An' it's okay, I get it. It's hard for someone who wasn't raised that way to understand. But this doesn't mean you're my sex slave now or anythin.' I dunno if this is supposed to happen, but it is, an' I ain't gonna treat you any different because of it. I'll still think of you as the only person that I submit to."

Unexpectedly, she smiles, and it's a shy thing that lights up her pretty face so brightly that Bucky cannot help but return it with a smile of his own.

"Thank you, Buck," she says. "That helped. And you're right."

"We can start off slow," Bucky says.

"Meaning?"

“Well, I got a little cure for that pain of yours,” Bucky explains, slipping off the bed. “A Grade A, Bucky Barnes-Approved, ‘Screamin’ Orgasm Guaranteed To Knock Your Socks Off If You Were Wearin’ Any.’”

“Is that the technical term?”

"Oh, yeah, from the vampire-omega manual an' everythin.'"

Bucky's fingers curl around her ankle, and he tugs her to the edge of the bed. He tucks his hands under her thighs and brings both legs over his shoulders.

"This okay?" Bucky asks.

"Yeah."

"Good." He flashes his fangs. "Now, hang on to somethin' for me."

He waits until she has hold of the bedsheets before he sticks his nose between her legs. Bucky’s eyes roll from the smell of her, warm and ready for him to do whatever she wants him to. The first taste of her on his tongue sparks fireworks behind his closed eyes, and he groans as he dives in for more. He hears her moan at the sounds Bucky is making between her legs. It's messy, so messy, messier than Bucky thought possible. His chin is dripping with her slick.

"Gods, Buck," she says.

Bucky growls in response, his fingers digging into her skin as he tries to thrust his tongue as deep as he can to get her taste in his mouth. She nearly jumps off of the bed in surprise, and Bucky’s answering grin is nothing but a self-satisfied Alpha wolf. He licks her all clean before moving to her clit, flicking his tongue fast until she cries his name and grabs his hair. Bucky slips two fingers inside her so he can speak. He licks the slick off of his lips but leaves it to dry on his chin.

"Who woulda thought all it would take to get you to scream my name was a lil heat?" he says.

"Want your knot instead," she says, and Bucky preens.

"Anythin' for you. Gonna take care a’ ya. Can you come for me, though? Then I’ll do ya so good you’ll sleep for the next week, ‘kay?”

“You always 'do me' so well, Buck,” she replies, flashing him her fangs.

His chest rumbles; Bucky is feeling very pleased with himself.

“Damn right I do. Now, come for me, baby, an’ then I’ll give you what you want.”

She bears down on his fingers, and Bucky presses his thumb into her clit. He watches with heavily lidded eyes as she runs a hand down her chest and grips the fingers he has on her hip as though holding onto him for reassurance. He’s never felt more like the alpha that he is than at this very moment. He wants to make his omega feel so good and protect her from all the bad things in the world. He loves her.

“Come for me,” he demands, putting some vampire enticement in his voice.

She cries his name when she does, her muscles tightening hard. Fuck, Bucky can’t wait to knot her and feel her around his dick. Finally, she flops weakly back down onto the mattress with a little sigh of relief. Bucky climbs on top of her and plants a messy, needy kiss on her lips. Their bare chests rub together, and she whimpers at how her nipples sting at the contact.

“Better?” Bucky asks, lapping gently at one of her sore nipples.

She nods, running fingers through his hair.

“You destroyed the sheets,” Bucky says as she releases her death grip. “I was that good, huh?”

She scowls. “You know you are. Shut up.”

“Don’t get smart with me. Shit, sometimes I miss the beginnin’ of our relationship where all you’d do is sit an’ read an’ let me stare at ya. You're so fuckin’ mouthy now.”

“You love me mouthy."

Bucky laughs easily and kisses her again.

“’Course I do. It keeps me humble.” He prods her lips with the fingers covered in her slick. “Open your mouth for your alpha. Clean up the mess you made.”

She does as Bucky’s asked, and he settles his fingers on her tongue. She closes her lips around them and sucks intently, humming at the taste of herself.

“Different, right?” Bucky asks. “You taste like I always thought you would if you were in heat."

"It is different," she agrees.

"You still hurtin?'"

"Yeah."

"Wan' my knot?"

"Please?"

Bucky can never say no to her, not when she asks for it so sweetly. He lifts her effortlessly and turns her around so she can lay back against the pillows. Despite the heat thing, he knows she isn’t gonna go 'face down ass up’ for him. But facing her as he knots her isn’t a blow to his alpha ego anyway. That way, Bucky can see every expression on her face.

“Bucky,” she says, reaching for him.

“I'm here, sunshine,” he soothes, rubbing her thighs with his thumbs. “I gotcha. I’ll get you through this.”

Her head lolls, and she looks at him pitifully. Bloody tears stream from her eyes, and Bucky wipes them away.

“It hurts," she whines. "I thought the orgasm would help."

“It’ll feel better once I knot ya,” Bucky says. “I promise.”

She nods, chewing on her bottom lip again. Her fingers spasm as another cramp rolls through her, and a fresh wave of slick drips down onto their bedsheets.

“Ow,” she whispers.

“All right,” Bucky says, settling between her legs. “Your alpha will make it all better.”

He hovers over her, and they stare at each other for a moment before she wraps her legs around his back. Bucky nuzzles her bond mark as he tilts his hips and thrusts in as gently as he can stand. She makes a little noise of contentment, and Bucky’s answering moan is nothing but satisfied. She feels like she always does, but that added layer of heat scent has Bucky reeling. He moves his hands up to hers and lifts them over her head. He uses that leverage to push himself entirely inside her.

“Feel me?” Bucky murmurs, nuzzling her. “In your stomach?”

“You’re in so deep."

“An' it only gets better from here."

He moves slowly, moaning every time he feels her squeeze him. His knot is close to blowing already, and half of him wants to pound into her, but he isn’t sure how much she’d appreciate it with how much pain she seems to be in. But she continues to surprise him, even after all this time. She prods his back with a sharp nail, and Bucky drags his gaze up to hers.

“Go faster. Please?”

“Don’t like it slow?” he teases, purposely going even slower on the next thrust.

“I need it fast, Buck, please."

“Oh, my sweet omega,” Bucky says, unable to deny her any longer. “I'm gonna get ya knocked up; I can feel it. Today’s our lucky day, honey. My sweet girl, gettin’ all nice an’ ready for my pups. You want that?”

She nods and throws her head back with a cry of his name. His thumb swipes her clit, and her body pushes out more slick. It rolls down his dick and makes his movements easier.

“Fuck," Bucky growls, grabbing at the headboard. “You look so sexy like this. Wan' more?"

“Yes."

Bucky moves even faster as their headboard thumps against the wall with his every thrust. She squeezes her eyes shut and throws her hand over her head. It connects with their headboard, and she punches a hole through the wood like it is nothing. Bucky never knew he would like something like that, but now all he wants is for her to do it again.

"Fuckin' hot as shit," he tells her, sucking one of her nipples into his mouth. "Yer so fuckin' strong. Do it again."

She does it again, and Bucky growls at the sound of the wood splintering.

"That's my girl. Wan' you to hold me down next time, okay? Hold me down an' use me. Don't lemme up, no matter what."

"Okay," she says.

"You gonna come?"

"Yeah, yeah, right-"

Her back arches off the bed, and she comes screaming his name so loudly that Steve can probably hear it five miles away. Bucky preens because she has never been that loud before. That has him losing control too, and he buries himself to the hilt inside her. He moans her name and topples down, knowing she can take his weight, no problem.

“You okay?” he mumbles into her chest after a few minutes of heavy breathing.

“Yeah, I feel much better.”

“I told you so."

Suddenly, their bed makes a creaking sound. They look at each other, at the bed, and then back at each other when the bed creaks again. Within five seconds, the entire thing slumps sideways. Bucky wraps his arms around his omega protectively as the bedframe collapses to the ground- they both blink.

“Oh, my Gods. We broke the bed!” she says.

“I think a leg fell off the frame,” Bucky says.

"Oh, my Gods. This was supposed to be a stronger frame, too."

"Hey, you're the one who kept punchin' through it."

"You asked me the second time."

Bucky kisses her and rolls them over, so she is on top of him, fitted comfortably around his knot.

"That's fair," he agrees. "Guess we gotta go shoppin.'"

"Seriously?" she grouses.

"I know you hate it."

"I hate Home Depot."

"We don't gotta go to Home Depot for a bed frame."

"Whenever we go out shopping, we always end up there anyway," she points out. "But what do we need there ever? What are you even buying?"

"Hey, I like lookin' around, all right?"

"That's such a middle-aged man thing to do."

"I am middle-aged."

"Twenty-five is not middle-aged. Besides, if you're middle-aged, what does that make me, then?"

"I dunno." Bucky starts counting on his fingers. "A great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great-"

"Stop it," she says flatly.

"-Great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great grandmother?"

"I hate you," she announces.

"No, you don't. Now, get some rest before we hafta do this all over again."

“Still? Are you kidding? Is this some kind of cosmic joke?"

“It lasts two or three days.” Bucky rubs her back when she groans in disappointment. “But I'm here, an' I'll take care a’ you, okay? An' no one else but us will ever know this happened."

"Fine."

"Please go to sleep. I can tell you're tired."

"Okay."

The fight seems to drain out of her at once. She snuggles into Bucky’s chest with another sound of disappointment. Her eyes close, and she’s asleep in seconds. Bucky grins to himself, wraps his arms around her, and closes his eyes too. His dreams are filled with pups.

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #abo au #alpha bucky barnes #vampire reader #fluff #smut

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triplexdoublex · 3 years

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Bittersweet

Pairings: Colosn x Reader

Warnings/Tags: Anal, feet/foot fetish, sucking toes, cum play, phone sex, surprise exhibitionism?

A/N: oh look another anal fic who’s surprised .. literally no one. *DJ Khaled voice “Another One!”

“Ughh, the night before tour starts back up is always so bittersweet,” Colson says, in his boxers, climbing into bed with you for the last time for at least the next 6 months.

“Why’s that?” You ask.

“Well, bitter, ‘cause I know I’m not gonna see you for a while, but sweet because you usually lemme do whatever I want to you before I leave,” he smirks, gently kissing your lips.

“Oh yeah, and what do you wanna do ?” You play along coyly.

“Well, first off gimme ya damn feet”, he laughs, wrestling one out from under the covers. “You seriously have the most beautiful feet I’ve ever seen,” he says softly rubbing your sole.

“Glad you think so,” you blush, still not fully understanding his kink, but you let him indulge in it nonetheless; it turns you on to see how much it turns him on . “I always keep them done, just for you,” you flirt, pulling out your other foot from under the blanket. You press it firmly against the hardening bulge in his boxers, curling your painted toes against him.

“Uhh, Fuck,” he growls, holding your foot in place as he leans in to kiss you again; your body contorted into an awkward position. “You always know how to get me going,” he trades your lips for your jaw, nipping along its perimeter, while he rocks against your foot.

“What else do you want?,” you giggle, pushing him up to tug his oversized shirt off your body, leaving you completely nude— you never did sleep in panties.

“Mmmmhh, this ass,” he hums, rolling you to the side to give it a smack, then kissing and rubbing over the mark he left. “Can’t wait to be inside of it.”

“Well, what are you waiting for then?” you roll over onto your back and lift a leg over his head, so he’s between your thighs. Gripping you by the back of your thighs, he forces your legs up by your head and licks a stripe from your ass to your clit and back again, pausing to keep his tongue focused on your eager pink pucker, making sure it’s sufficiently slicked before inserting two fingers to stretch you out. He twists and turns his fingers, aiding in the relaxation of the tight mussel he’s dying to penetrate. “Fuck, Cols! Need your dick,” you whine impatiently.

“Just a lil’ longer, I don’t wanna hurt you, babe.” He continues to play with your asshole, getting it ready to take him.

“C’mom, I know it’s not often, but it’s not like we haven’t done this be—-“

“Patience,” he cuts you off, before attaching his lips to your clit, sucking it gently as he slips a third finger into your ass.

“Mmghmm God, Kells!” You cry out , enjoying the feeling of the much needed attention your clit is receiving along with his long beautiful fingers working you open.

Once he can maneuver his three fingers with ease, he knows you’re ready. Slowly he removes his fingers from you and pulls down his boxers just enough to free his hard cock. He teased the tip through your wet folds coating himself with your natural lubricant before sliding down lower to enter your ass.

His eyelashes flutter close as he sinks into you with a groan. “So, fucking tight for me” he grits through his teeth, snapping his hips foward so he’s buried to the hilt.

“Uhhhh!” you shriek in both surprise and pleasure caught off guard by his swift movement.

“You like that?” He teases, slinging your legs over his shoulders. “Who’s ass is this? He demands to know, as he pulls you against him

“Yes! Oh, fuck,” you moan out. “Yours, baby! All yours.”

“Fuckin’ Christ” he exclaims, in enjoyment. “You should really let me do this more often” he says with a smile, turning his head to kiss down your calf that’s resting over his shoulder.

When his kisses reach your ankle, he grabs your foot, slipping it from his shoulder and brings it to his mouth. He hums around your big toe, sucking it, as he pivots his hips, each thrust bringing you both closer to the edge.

Just when you think you're almost there Colson pulls out. “Turn over,” he demands,“Wanna fuck you from behind.”

You do as your told , getting on all fours for him as he quickly re- enters you. It’s not long before he has you on edge again. “So close,” you pant, pushing back against every thrust, his hips audibly slapping against the flesh of your ass. Close as well, he slouches over you, his tattooed chest pressed against your back as his movements grow sloppy. Wrapping his arm around your hips to your front, he rubs quick side to side motions over your clit as he finishes inside you filing your ass with his cum, in turn triggering your own orgasm.

“Fuck, that’s so hott!” He exclaims as he pulls out watching your gaping hole contract around nothing; his cum dripping out. “Yeah, baby c’mon, push it all back out for me , wanna see it!”

“You’re so fuckin dirty,” you giggle as you fulfill his fantasy; cum bubbling, and dribbling down from your used hole, landing on the soles of your feet.

“God Damn, that might just be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” He says smearing one of the drops of cum on your heel with his thumb.

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“Hey, baby, how’d the first show of tour go? I miss you already,” You say when you pick up his call the next night.

“Miss you too, “ he says. “It was great! Went out with the boys after, just got back to the bus, getting in my bunk now,” he says holding the phone with his shoulder as he undresses. “I wanted to call you before I crash for the night. I wish you were here with me.”

“I wish I was there too.”

“Yeah? What would you lemme do to you if you were here?” He asks, settling into his bunk, and pulling the curtain closed.

“How did I know this is where this phone call was gonna go? You chuckle, rolling your eyes even though you know he can't see you. “I’ll tell you what I’m NOT gonna let you do… my ass is still sore from last night, you giggle. “I can still feel you inside it every time I sit down.”

“Oh damn, girl! Keep talking like that, that shits hott” he slides his hand into his boxers, only to be interrupted by a shouting Rook.

“God Damnit, Kells if you're gonna do that shit at least take the phone off speaker! It’s bad enough we have to listen to you, but do we really need to hear her too?

“Colson Baker!!!” you scold. Do you really have me on speaker?”

“Yes, he does. Y/N!” Slim shouts back, answering you.

“And it’s not the first time,” Baze adds.

“Jesus Christ!” you laugh. You’re embarrassed, but not mad — typical Colson behavior, you're used to his shenanigans . “You know how you always ask me why I won’t let you record us fuck?-- This, this is why. You’re an exhibitionist, you would have shown the guys five times by now.

#mgk #mgk fanfic #mgk smut #mgk x reader #colson baker #colson baker reader #colson baker smut #colson x reader #colson baker fanfic #machine gun kelly #machine gun kelly fanfic #machine gun kelly smut #machine gun kelly x reader #colson baker x reader #est #xx

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morgana-ren · 3 years

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SUBMISSION: How about a nasty sweaty incel shiggy waiting everyday for his dad to go to work so that he could have his relief with stepmom?

Excellent submission! Love that. Love that a lot! I find it only fair to warn you, however, that I won’t be doing mommy kink for it. Mommy kink is one of my squicks, and one of the very, very few I have. I’ll do the closest thing to it though: Daddy kink. Also I find the irony of him making his little stepmom call him daddy to be absolutely hilarious.

Also this one is a great concept and I love it but it’s going to have to be a multi-parter cause it got a little bit long. Lemme know if you like the concept and I’ll continue it. Also this posted under anonymous for some reason so cheers to tumblr and its endless fucking glitches that it never fixes or seems to make any better.

Warnings: Noncon, dubcon, sexism, really gross incel behavior, nsfl things, masturbation, violent sexual fantasies, nefarious planning, horrible suggestions from even more horrible friends, absolute LOATHING of family, and entitled bastard.

There is only one thing on this planet that Tomura hates more than his father.

Only one thing can even compare to the level of abject disgust he has for his dad. Everything about the man is abhorrent and degenerate, only tolerated because Tomura is, admittedly, a NEET, and had no where else to go after graduation. But if anything- anything- could hold a candle, it would be his taste in women.

All women are trashy on some level, but his dad really manages to find ones that pretend so hard that they aren’t. Vipers behind the veneer of smiling faces clad in red lipstick and smart skirts. Always “kind”, always “thoughtful”, and always fleeting. Fickle, stupid bimbos charmed by his dads surface level charisma to quickly realize just how shallow the pool became.

Even his own mom was like that: She fucked off once she realized staying with him meant staying with his dad, and that was a sacrifice she wasn’t willing to make. So she left him to rot in this cesspit with his worthless father and no other way out.

He figures he can’t hold it against her, not as much as he’d like. A few weeks with his shriveled up paternal figure and most women quickly figure out they can do so much better. It’s in their nature to seek out the best, and that certainly isn’t Kotaro; A bumbling idiot with nothing to offer on the best of days. They don’t know any better, so they never last long after being brought home to meet his son, and those are the ones that even make it that far.

So when he starts yammering on about meeting yet another skank and how ‘in love’ he already is, Tomura’s eyes roll so far back in his head that he swears his retinas will detach. He makes a point to be around as little as possible, but somehow still manages to catch an earful about his latest fling and how excited he is for Tomura to meet her.

Great.

True to his word, Kotaro brings you home one evening, eager to impress his son with his latest catch.

His father had a lot of nerve dragging him from his room to meet you- his latest glorified slut. Adding insult to injury, you had the unmitigated gall to talk down to him like you were an adult and he wasn’t. Even though you had to crane your neck to look up and greet him, you still talked at him like he was some child. So different from you even though you were so much smaller than he was- barely even a few years older than he is, if even that.

So polite, introducing yourself and gently shaking his reluctant hand, making a point to smile at him and telling him how happy were to finally meet him and that you’d heard so much about him. Your hands were so soft, so little in comparison to his own. He dwarfs his pathetic father, practically towers over you, yet you still talk to him like you’re the adult in the equation.

So young, so pretty, though. Far better than anything his father had a right to pull. They weren’t exactly swimming in cash, the house was nothing in particular to gloat about, and he’d done enough eavesdropping around late at night to know his father suffered a particular… ailment, so it certainly wasn’t sexual satisfaction keeping you around. What was it then?

Probably nothing. You’d probably run off in a few weeks like they all do.

Kotaro is a worthless sack of drooping skin and aging bones; A ghost of a man not worthy of the phantoms he’s seen pass in his years. No longer the dominant male even in his own home: not with a stronger, more virile son coming into his prime under the roof as well. A beta male at best, withering away while his own son eclipses him in strength and intellect and physique. Tomura is in his mid twenties and blooming- His father… who even knows. He doesn’t care- he doesn’t bother to keep track.

So, maybe you really are just a dumb little whore. It would make sense. Father dearest always had been a dirty old man; A raging pervert with wandering hands and lingering eyes. Always sets his predatory sights on some cute thing too good for him.

Then again, the poisoned apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, now does it?

You’re cute enough you could have gotten some alpha at your beck and call, yet you’ve attached yourself to his worthless father who, in turn, parades you around like his most beloved trophy. Taking you to dinners he can’t afford despite your ‘insistence’ that you be allowed to pay, buying you things you claim you don’t need. Oh, how the moron dotes on his whores as if it’s enough to keep them anchored to him.

Strangely though, you don’t run off.

If anything, you sink your claws in even further, getting more and more comfortable and showing up more and more. Every time Tomura leaves his fucking room- which isn’t often- you’re there around the corner, smiling dumb and pretty and greeting him politely.

Fuck, he hates you. Hates your stupid voice, your shitty dresses, hates hearing his father happy for once.

It’s no surprise- but unwelcome no less- that he’d move you in sooner rather than later. Terrified to let you out of his sight for even a second lest you come to what little senses you have in your tiny brain and dump him. Of course, he’s quick to take on all of your burdens as his own, even if it means working overtime to support you. He’s always wanted another little housewife, and now he’s so close.

Tomura listens in on the whole conversation feeling sick to his gut.

You beg him not to- offering to pay your own way just like a good girl, but of course his dumbass dad will hear none of it. He’s more than happy to spend a couple of extra hours at work. His dad is so idiotic, so fucking blind. He’s playing right into it. He’s willing to be your workhorse if it means keeping you all to himself.

He’ll hear none of it. None of the fussing or the questions. You’re welcome in his home, he wants you there. It’s no imposition at all, he knows the house will be better with you around.

Except he forgets one crucial detail-

The son he leaves home alone with you every single day when he leaves.

You’re nothing but a nuisance, something infringing on his private space. The time he used to get home alone to spend to his own devices is now split with you flittering around the house doing whatever it is bimbos like you do. Cleaning, cooking, pretending to read, whatever. He doesn’t have to see you if he doesn’t want, sure, but he still knows you’re there and that’s more than enough to annoy him.

It’s almost like you catch on to his animosity after a while. The way he won’t greet you back, the way he utterly ignores your existence. It bugs you, and as far as he’s concerned, good.

You try to slip him up, try to get close to him and make him like you. You always set a place for him at the table even after Kotaro repeatedly insists- truthfully- that he’ll never join for dinner. Even then, you always bring the plate to his door. He never bothers to answer- not after the first few times when he only opened it a sliver to see your stupid smiling face. After that, he didn’t bother answering. He’ll eat it of course- won’t pass up free food he doesn’t have to leave his room for- and then leave the dirty dish back outside where you left it. You brought it, after all. You can clean it up.

All your efforts only get you mocked, and boy do you try so hard to get his affection. He even overhears you whining to his dad once or twice, not understanding why he doesn’t like you.

It makes him smile.

His friends- online of course, but still friends or comrades or kindred spirits or whatever- have more opportunistic ideas about it. His first post to the forum complaining about the new living situation was met with envy and awe- not necessarily the response he was expecting, though looking back on it, he supposes they were right.

lmpwrst: Why u bitchin’? Ur living with a girl ur not related to and that’s closer than any of us have gotten u ungrateful ass

KingKockRool: Go jerk off on her pillow.

Stacystabber91: take a video hold her down and fuck her then idiot

KingKockRool: No wait till she’s sleeping and jerk it on her face

st8lker: Bet she’s ugly tho if she’s dating your dad lol

Oddly enough, he doesn’t agree. That’s one thing he understands about you, loathe as he is to admit it. His new ‘stepmom’, for all her annoyances, is pretty easy on the eyes. The kinda girl that would have caught his eye in an unrelated situation and earned a permanent spot in his spank bank. Thinking about it, the whole ‘dating his dad’ situation maybe threw off his judgement more than he realized.

He’ll let the jury decide: He finds a photo on your social media, crops everyone else out of it, and hits enter. Easy peasy. He saves it to his hard drive for later too. Might as well.

‘Here, you decide then.’

Thus the shitstorm begins.

st8lker: Oh fuckkk fuck me mommy lmao

lmpwrst: Opportunity is wasted on u

Stacystabber91: you pussy punk bitch, i stand by what I said earlier. dont be a bitch and fuck the little cunt already

VolceliSwear: Whos the bitch

lmpwrst: Scratchy’s new stepmommy lol

VolceliSwear: Nice. Hit it yet?

Stacystabber91: he hasn’t cause he’s a gigantic fuckin pussy like i told you all

VolceliSwear: Come on dude you actually have that gash sleeping in your house and you haven’t made a move?

Stacystabber91: it’s not like she could say no cause you’re a big lanky bastard aren’t you? that’s one thing we got over the shortcels and you’re bigger and stronger than her so take what’s yours idiot or I will

lmpwrst: I agree with SS lol U complain all the time about not having a hole to fuck and now u do

VolceliSwear: ^^ Isn’t your dad a limp-dicked prick who can’t get it up? Someone’s gotta do it so it might as well be you. Hit the bitch so hard and fast she doesn’t know what way is up

Stacystabber91: and send pics moron I want to see tits or I’m coming over there to do it myself

It’s an… intriguing thought. To be honest, he’s never actually considered fucking you before. Had the passive thought like he does with most girls he sees, but never stopped to think on actually doing it. For some reason, there was a mental wall between him and his father’s girlfriends. But why should there be?

Depraved little bastard that he is, he’s not above cornering a girl and forcing himself on her but he’s not keen on going to jail, so he’s never escalated past creepy photos and following the occasional broad a little too closely. Maybe a couple gropes in passing… okay, maybe a lot. But he’s never gotten caught- maybe the girls don’t report it or just couldn’t find him afterward. Either way, it’s all worked out so far because he doesn’t cross certain boundaries.

Most girls are repulsed by him and his repugnant behavior, so they stay far, far away. It’s like he’s a giant blaring warning sign that they tend to heed instinctively.

But you don’t.

This is different. You live here, so close to him, so within reach. Just how close you are. How easy it would be for him to force you down and make you take it. Just how much time alone he really has with you since his father leaves and returns like clockwork. He’s got the entire day once his father leaves for work. And all night once he takes his sleeping medication. An easy, pretty little catch already wiggling in his web.

‘Maybe I will.’

That’s how it starts.

Snowball into snowstorm.

With an idea and a lot of goading from his online buddies, a monster is born and weaned on his own depravity and escalates into something very real, and very dangerous.

Tomura is achingly familiar with the scene- he’s seen enough porn to give him ample ideas. But he’s got all the time in the world. It’s hard not to rush things considering how eager he is, but it’s safer to test the waters first. Get you nice and scared so you’ll keep your pretty mouth shut unless he tells you to open it for him. See how far he can get, how much he can toy with you before you finally catch on.

Who knows? Maybe you’ll fuck him willingly. You are a stupid little slut, after all. Most of you females are deep down beneath that holier-than-thou, stuck up bitchiness you hide behind.

So he starts with a time honored tradition. He steals your panties.

The bathroom is cluttered with your shit. Your fruity shampoos and conditioners, your makeup, your perfumes. Tomura has a toothbrush and a comb he doesn’t use, a bottle of 3-1 for when he forces himself into a shower, and a singular gray towel, but the rest is between you and his father. Your body washes, your scrubs, your clothes in the hamper.

It’s easy enough to fish out a fresh pair- only a couple of hours old. Some lacy contraption you must’ve been wearing beneath your clothes and carelessly left in the bin when you showered. It’s easy to pocket them before you hear him rummaging around, and maybe you’ll miss them, but that’s not his problem. Washer eats things all the time, doesn’t it?

He’s hidden back in his room, safely dodging you before he allows himself to indulge- Bringing them to his nose and inhaling the doubled fabric of the crotch so hard that it catches on the edge of his nostrils.

Fuck, your cunt smell good- tangy and sweet but the tiniest hint of bitter. A couple of whiffs is enough to get his cock twitching, inflating into a painful hardness as he hears you walking around outside in the hallway. Shit, you’re so fuckin’ airheaded, walking around so oblivious as he tongues at the cloth that was nestled right up against your pussy until a few hours ago. He can taste you, sucking your left over essence through his teeth and he swears he’s going to cream all over the inside of his jeans if he doesn’t jerk off right now.

He’s quick to drop his sweats and sprawl on his bed, thumbing the tip of his prick and licking gratuitous stripes up the slim of your discarded panties with his tongue. You’d look so good sucking his cock; On your bruised knees, face a slathered mess of cum and saliva and running makeup. Bulge in your throat from taking him so deep and trying so hard to please him like you always do- or maybe avoid a painful punishment because he isn’t above using his hands on you and you learned that the hard way.

The thought of your ruddy, soppy face makes him throb- fucking your wet little throat until you’re suffocating, pulling out to let you breathe only to cum on your face. Yanking you up to bend you over the stove and force you to make his worthless father’s dinner with his spend tacking across your face and his cock lodged deep in your cunt. Worthless fucking sack of shit that his father is, he’d spit in it too and make you serve it to him with a smile while your actual daddy watches you do it and rewards you later with his dick fucking you between your tits.

Fuck yes, that’s what he’ll make you do. He’ll make you call him daddy when he creampies you- the opportunity is too perfect to pass. He’ll fuck his father’s pretty whore as she screams and moans for daddy’s cock while his father is away at work to pay all her frivolous bills like the beta-cuck he is. None of the work and all of the reward- as it should be.

It’s not like Kotaro can fuck you, and his friends are right. Someone should. So why not him? Why not spread your legs for your boyfriend’s younger, more powerful son? Oh, sorry, did he give you the illusion that you had a choice? He’ll take what is rightfully his and there’s not a fucking thing you or his pathetic fucking father can ever do about it.

He plucks your panties from his face, moving them instead to work over his cock. It would feel so much better if you were wearing them- grinding your sweet little cunt against his dick, begging him not to fuck you but getting so wet all the same. The silky fabric feels so good against his hypersensitive skin, coupled with the clenched pumping of his fist as he daydreams about railing you into his filthy mattress until you’re too weak to even move on your own, his cum dripping from every one of your used holes. Limp, useless little whore too fucked out to even fight him as he fucks her in the ass again-

Fantasies swirl in his head, flashes of scenarios that tease him and work him into a frenzy. He’s going to cum hard to the thought filling you, your agonized face as the tip of him knocks against the opening of your womb, buried so deep in your cute pussy that he can feel the wall that keeps him firmly locked out of your guts. So close, so tight, so warm. He’s going to pump you full to the brim like the skank you are, fill you nice and thick full of his seed and then use you again and again and again-

He feels it in his spine, waves of pleasure furling at the base and congealing together impossibly tight, so ready to burst. His thighs flex, muscles in his stomach tightening and breath staggering. Searing white behind dry, clenched eyes and his cock twitches in his palm, knot bursting deep between his legs as his hand stills momentarily. His hands twitch, cock throbbing as thick ropes of cum spill over the slats of his fingers, splattering his stomach and the waist of his sweatpants and all over your adorable little panties.

“Shit-”

Shallow, shaky breaths, still seeing stars popping behind his eyelids. Fuck, he hasn’t cum that hard in- well, a very long time. Is it the thought of having something tangible soon? His very own cunt to abuse? Grinning, he looks down at the absolutely drenched pair in his hand, sticky with fresh seed.

He thinks so.

Instinctively, he wipes the excess off his fingers and onto his dirty, rumpled black sheets, swiping across his shirt and his skin. Just another ‘mystery spot’ among the rest, soon to become a crusty, flaked white stain on the fabric among all the preexisting ones.

With some effort on his part, he sits up, still trying to catch his breath. He thought post orgasm clarity might deter him from this path, but if anything, he’s even more determined now. Why should he sit and touch himself in a dark room when there’s a perfectly good set of holes to fuck wandering around freely outside?

Oh yeah, this should work out just fine.

There’s a knock on the door while he’s still wading through his gross thoughts, softly at first but then slightly more insistent. It jolts him alert, irritating him that he’s being bothered when he’s scheming. He’s already finished the dirty dead, all ready to put himself away for now but it’s still jarring none the less when someone comes around so closely to him wanking. A quick dash at the clock tells him it’s not dinner time yet, so what gives? Why are you bothering him now? Nothing is ready yet.

He tucks himself away and quickly buries your soiled underwear in the pocket of his sweats. Quickly wiping any remnants on the knees of his pants before swinging his door open, agitation palpable as he greets your stupid, sunny face.

Speak of the she-devil.

“Hi, Tomura! Just wondering if you have any laundry or anything you want me to take!” “N-” He’s about to slam the door. About to. But you know what? You want his laundry? Sure. He’s got some for you. “Yeah- yeah, sure.”

He steps back from behind the door, letting it creak open a little as he rips off his freshly re-soiled sheets.

“Oh, good! Yeah, I’m throwing in my own so I’ll take your load too-“

Yeah you will.

Balling it up, he chucks it at you as you curiously peek your head in. You’ve never seen the inside of his room, but soon you’ll see plenty. He doesn’t know if you can feel the fresh cum on the sheets, but he’s willing to bet you can probably smell it. To your credit, you barely falter, even with the sheet cradled in your bare arms.

You’re probably having a moment of “understanding.” ‘He’s a young man with no girlfriend and no other outlet. Of course he’s going to wack off’ and all that. It’s cute, the way you pretend not to notice. That’s okay, he’ll give you something you can’t ignore.

He steps up to the door again, yanking his black shirt over his head and dropping it in your arms with a shit eating grin.

“Oh- okay, yeah-“

Your sentence halts completely as he starts to strip off his pants and you’re left staring in slight horror as your stepson strips down to his boxers in front of you before placing his sweats on the top of the pile you’re carrying- right by your face.

“I’ve got some more dirty boxers if you think you can handle anymore.” He’s grinning like a fiend, reveling in your poorly concealed discomfort as he leans against the doorframe, swinging out towards you. You’re backing away from him, desperately trying to keep your eyes up and away from his very exposed body, and especially the half hard cock tenting the front of his boxers. Your face is turning a viciously dark shade, stifling your breathing because he just knows what you’re refusing to see, you can almost certainly smell.

“Um- nope! This should be a full one! I’ll get them back to you soon!”

“Oh, take your time. No rush.”

You scurry off down the hall much quicker than your usual casual walk, probably to scrub your arms clean with iron wool. Poor little thing, just trying to be nice and this is what it gets you.

He cackles something fierce as he shuts his door again, going to look for your ruined panties to post a pic but remembering they’re still in the pocket of his sweatpants, covered in his cum and saliva. A fun little surprise for you to find when you go through pockets to ensure nothing gets stuck in the washer.

And he notices, in the coming days, you stop leaving your clothes in the hamper- or even being able to meet his eyes.

Oh, this should be fun.

#nsft #shigaraki smut #see warnings #no mommy kink i am sorry #lots of gross shit for you tho #which I assume you want cause you came to me of all people #see the warning list up top for full disclosure

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marauderundercover · 3 years

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The Strings that Bind Us: Ch. 4

AO3

When Bruce asked Marinette to stay the night at the manor for a couple days while he went out of town for work, she was a little nervous. Sure, they’d been dating for almost four months, and yes she’d met Jason and Dick before, but this was the first time she’d be spending time with just Jason. Without Bruce there to mediate. But so far, it’d been fine. They’d gotten closer over the past two months, and Jason was actually a sweet kid. Standing in front of Gotham Academy, Marinette frowns at the sky, willing the rain to stay away. The bell rings and she shifts, nodding at the kids who waved at her, probably recognizing her from the cafe. She shifts to the balls of her feet, trying to see if she can spot Jason in the crowd of kids. Spotting him, she waves excitedly, grinning widely.

“You’re so embarrassing.” He says, walking up to her and shaking his head. But the grin on his face definitely contradicts that.

“I’m just excited to get ice cream.” She teases, nudging him gently. Even though he was only twelve (and much shorter than Dick and Bruce), they were close to the same height. Damn her Maman’s shortness. As they walk to the ice cream stand near her favorite park, Marinette listens to Jason explaining his day, frowning as she realizes: he’s being bullied.

“But it doesn’t really matter.” He adds after telling her about the boys picking on him. Her eyes narrow.

“Bruce didn’t tell you that, right?” She asks. He shakes his head. “Good, I thought I was going to have to add him to my list.”

“What list?” Jason asks, frowning.

“The list of people whose asses I have to kick.” She says, smirking at Jason’s surprised laugh.

“Mari, you can’t- you can’t just beat up my bullies.” He says, laughing.

“And why not? I’m short. I’ll say I go to public school. What’re they going to do, call my parents?” She snarks, working hard to keep a straight face. As Jason continues laughing, though, she finds it impossible to keep a straight face and instead joins him. “Seriously though, sweetheart, if these kids are bothering you, I can go up to the school. No one should be treated like that, and if you’ll let me, I’d love to give the principal a piece of my mind for letting it happen.” She adds. Jason sighs.

“They won’t listen to you. Those kids’ parents have money and shit. I’m nothing to them.” He grumbles and she stops, turning him to look at her. How could this sweet little boy, someone who meant the world to her, say that he’s nothing.

“Jason Peter Todd, you listen to me. You are not nothing. The amount of money a person has doesn’t mean a damn thing. How you treat others, what you choose to do, who you are as a person, that is what matters. That’s what makes you so much better, so much more than those little pricks at your school.” Marinette rambles, looking right into his eyes, desperately hoping he believes her. He’s silent for a minute, before he lunges forward and wraps his arms around her. Marinette sighs, wrapping the boy up in a big hug, kissing the top of his head. They stand there for a few moments before Jason pulls back, quickly wiping at his eyes.

“Yeah, uh, if you really wanna go up there I guess you can.” He says, clearing his throat. Marinette smiles, ruffling his hair.

“As long as it’s okay with you. Wouldn’t wanna embarrass you.” She says and he snorts.

“I don’t think anyone could be more embarrassing than when B signed me up for school and he was acting like Brucie.” He says and she sighs. She’d heard all about ‘Brucie’ and though he’d never acted like that around her, he definitely still acted like that in public. But without the excessive flirting with models. Finally arriving at the small ice cream cart, Marinette and Jason each get a cone before starting their walk around the park. It’d become something of a tradition when she picked him up from school. She couldn’t always do it, because of the cafe, but that just made it that much more special. They’re halfway down their favorite path when her luck runs out and the rain that had been holding off for a day and a half comes down with a fury. It wasn’t warm rain either. No, the rain was ice cold and chilled her to the bone almost immediately. Gasping, she grabs Jason’s hand and tugs him under a pavilion to try and get some shelter from the rain.

“God, I’m so sorry Jay. I didn’t realize- it looked like it was gonna rain for days.” She says mournfully, teeth chattering as she digs her phone out of her purse, praying that it’s not soaked too. Alfred would definitely come pick them up if she asked.

“It’s fine M, it’s just rain, it’s not like it’s gonna kill us.”

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Bruce walks into the manor, frowning when he doesn’t see Marinette. He’d expected her to still be around, even though Jason was definitely at school. He sighs, guessing that she’d had to leave to deal with something at the cafe. He shuts the door, and is about to go to his study when Alfred appears.

“Ah, Master Bruce. Your turn.” He says simply and Bruce frowns.

“Sorry, what?” He asks.

“Miss Marinette, sir. I’ve tried to help her, but she is extremely stubborn. Thus, your turn.” Alfred says before walking away. Bruce frowns. What happened while he was gone?

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“M’fine.” Jason mumbles, swatting her hand away as she tries to feel his head.

“C’mon Jay, just lemme check. If you have a fever you need more medicine.” She says, sighing in relief when he stops struggling and lets her feel his head. She hums, sitting back in the chair by his bed. “Do you need soup? Or maybe some cocoa?” She asks.

“No. Just sleep.” He mumbles. Marinette nods in understanding, singing to him quietly despite the tickle in her throat. The poor kid was sick, and she blamed herself for letting them get caught up in the rain yesterday. Just as he falls asleep and she feels her own eyes droop, the door swings open.

“Mari?” A voice says and she groans, waving whoever it is away.

“Shhhh. He’s sleeping. Gimme a minute.” She mumbles, glancing at Jason once more before standing and moving outside the room, shutting the door slightly to not wake him up.

“What happened? Why isn’t he in school?” Bruce asks, his face scrunched in concern. She frowns, knowing he’s probably going to hate her for letting his youngest son get sick.

“We went for ice cream yesterday and then to the park, but it started raining and we got soaked and now he’s sick and I’m so sorry, but I’ve been giving him medicine and making sure he’s eating and drinking water so he’ll be okay but he definitely couldn’t go to school today.” She rambles. Bruce frowns and reaches forward, putting a gentle hand on her forehead.

“Mari, love, are you sick too?” He asks worriedly. She scoffs.

“No, of course not.” She says.

“Yes she is.” Alfred says as he walks by, continuing down the hall as if he didn’t say anything. Marinette frowns, glaring after the man.

“Traitor.” She mumbles under her breath.

“Love, maybe you should take some medicine and go to bed.” Bruce suggests, but she shakes her head.

“No, Jason needs me. He’s sick.” Marinette argues. Bruce frowns.

“Have you at least taken some medicine?” He asks, and she pouts.

“It makes me sleepy. I was afraid I’d fall asleep and not know if Jason needed something.” She says, and he sighs.

“Mari, my love, you aren’t going to get better if you don’t take medicine.” Bruce says, gently wrapping his arms around her. She sighs and leans into his embrace, feeling safe and complete in his arms. Until she hears Jason start having a coughing fit. She immediately pulls away from Bruce and rushes back into the room, grabbing the glass of water off of his night table and holding it, waiting for him to stop coughing before she passes it to him.

“Careful kiddo.” She says, setting the glass back down on the night table. She sits on the edge of his bed and gently pushes his hair out of his face. He sighs, his eyes shutting again almost immediately.

“Thanks Mom.” He mumbles sleepily, and soon his soft breathing is the only sound in the room. Marinette is frozen. Mom. Mom. He’d called her mom. Was it just because he’s sick and exhausted? Or did he actually look at her as a mother figure? Was he going to be embarrassed about it when he wakes up or will he accept it? Would Bruce be okay with it? Or would he be angry at her for it? Would he-

“Marinette, honey, are you okay?” Bruce asks softly, she kisses Jason’s head before standing and burrowing herself into Bruce’s chest. Realistically, there was no reason for him to be mad at her about this. Or Jason. It was just hard to combat her thoughts sometimes. Letting out a shaky breath, she looks up at Bruce with a soft smile.

“I’m fine. I think I’ll take that medicine now.” She says, letting out a happy sigh as Bruce holds her hand and leads her out of the room.

“Besides the rain, how was your week?” He asks once they’re back in the hallway. She opens her mouth to ramble about how fun it was, until she remembers Jason’s scowl as he talked about the group of boys at school. The way he clung to her when she promised to do something about it.

“Actually, I was wondering if you’d be against talking to the Principal at Jason’s school. If I could, I’d like to go with. Some boys are picking on him and I promised him I would try to do something about it.” She explains, nearly missing the loving smile Bruce gives her.

“I’ll set up a meeting for Monday afternoon, how does that sound?” He asks and she nods.

“That should work.” She says, tilting her head in thought. “If it doesn’t work, I’m going to kick his ass.” She adds.

“Okay, love, let’s get you that medicine and get you into bed.” Bruce says with a chuckle. Mari smiles and nods, knowing he thinks she’s kidding. She’s not. No one messes with her kid and gets away with it.

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Almost (c.e.)

Pairing: Chris Evans x reader

Word Count: ~5.9k

Summary: You and Chris were set up on a blind date by your mutual friends. Sparks flew, but you never heard from him again. Two years later, you come face-to-face with him once more for their friends wedding.

Warnings: Some angst, swearing, not much else

A/N: This is a mixture of the movie “Life as We Know It” (mmm Daddy Josh Duhamel 🤤), a dating experience I had, and one scene from One Tree Hill. Enjoy.

My Masterlist

Two years ago…

My heart is pounding all the way to my ears. My hands are shaking under the table. My knee bounces uncontrollably as I wait.

I knew this was a bad idea. Why did I let her convince me to do this?

“You haven’t had a boyfriend for as long as I’ve known you.” My best friend so pointedly mentioned when we were out to lunch last week.

“What’s wrong with that?” I counter.

“I’ve known you for three and a half years.” She deadpans. Even without looking at her, I know she has her eyebrow raised at me and her lips are pursed.

“Your point?” I know she thinks my serious lack of companionship these past few years is wearing on me, but it’s been quite the opposite. Not being attached is freeing. I can do what I want when I want; I don’t have anyone to answer to. If I want to sleep until 3 on a Saturday, I’m going to do it. If I don’t want to socialize with anyone, I won’t. If I want to take a spontaneous road trip, I’m going to do it. My life is my own and that’s how I like it.

“I want my best friend to have someone to experience life with.”

My shoulders dropped, sighing in defeat. There was no way I was getting out of this conversation.

“I want you to be as happy as I am.” I see the love in her eyes as her mind goes to her boyfriend and their new relationship. They’ve only been together for a few months, but I know that this is it for her. She’s a smitten kitten and he is equally as infatuated with her. They’re sickeningly cute. “Which is why I think you need to meet one of his friends-”

“Lemme stop you right there,” I interrupt her, “I hate blind dates.”

“You’ve never been on one.”

“And there’s a reason for that.” She rolled her eyes at me. “They’re cliché, they’re awkward for both parties, and they never amount to anything, thus being a total waste of time.”

She sighed, “Ever the skeptic.”

“And don’t you forget it.”

“Regardless,” she continues, “I think you’ll really like this guy. He’s already expressed interest in you.”

Like that makes everything better. “Great so now I have to live up to his impossible expectations of me when I know absolutely nothing about him.” As if the idea of a blind date wasn’t bad enough, now it’s only a semi-blind date. There’s no doubt in my mind that she has hyped me up impossibly high, that’s what a best friend is for. However, when your confidence level is next to none and already skeptical of the pending meeting, there’s no way he’ll like who I am in reality.

“I can tell you anything you want to know about him.” She is bargaining with me. She really wants me to meet this guy. She wouldn’t be trying this hard if she didn’t believe we would hit it off.

“Well is he nice?” This was the only real question I had. If he isn’t kind then there’s really no future.

“Incredibly!” She continues to tell me of the many things he has done for a charity he started a few years ago and slowly but surely she was starting to convince me. If he was that generous then he has to have a good heart and therefore is a good man.

How bad could it be?

I check my phone, glancing at the time. Great, he’s late. That can’t be a good start.

Numerous reasons why popped into my head.

Reason one: he saw me and bolted.

Reason two: he got into an accident on the way here and he could be in the hospital.

Reason three: he changed his mind and decided to stand me up.

More and more played through my head as I sipped my drink.

By the time I was on my second drink, I was convinced he wasn’t showing up. I knew this was a ridiculous idea. I knew I shouldn’t have done this. I never should have listened to her.

I chugged the rest of my drink followed by some water before standing up to leave some cash. I was slightly humiliated for actually thinking this would be any different than all of my expectations.

My shoulder rammed into another as I turned to leave.

“Oh my, God, I’m so sorry!” A hand steadied me, gently grabbing the shoulder he ran into. “Are you okay?”

“My already small ego is a little bruised, but I think I’ll live.” I looked up to meet my assaulter’s eyes and immediately I froze.

Holy shit, it’s Chris Evans.

His piercing blue eyes were staring right at me, his concern was directed towards me. In all of his charming, ray of sunshine, bearded glory, he was here.

“I’m so sorry that I’m late. Traffic was insane over the bridge. I would have called but I don’t have your number.” He half-smirked but not in a cocky way. I’d seen him do it in interviews before. He could have come up with a lame excuse, but somehow I knew he was telling the truth.

“No, it’s okay. I understand completely.”

He sighed in relief, his gorgeous and perfect smile taking over his features. He looked down at the table and it disappeared. “Were you leaving?”

“Uh,” I stammered, “I was because I thought I was being stood up.”

“I feel awful. Please let me make it up to you. Let’s sit down, have a nice dinner, and get to know each other.”

I hesitate, now even more nervous than I was before.

As if sensing my hesitation, he decided to sweeten the pot a bit to persuade me, “We can even get dessert.”

I chuckle at his attempt. That’ll do it though. I sit back down with him following suit, finally starting our date.

We talked about everything. Anything and everything. No topic was off limits. Hours went by but it felt like minutes. We didn’t even know how long we’d been there until our waiter came to tell us that the restaurant was closed. We left and walked around the city until the night sky was giving way to the morning. He accompanied me back to my car, gave me the best hug I’ve ever received and a kiss on the cheek, promising we’ll get together again soon, and opening and closing my car door for me. I drove away with the biggest smile on my face and literal butterflies in my stomach. That was the best date I’d ever been on.

When I made it back to my apartment with the early morning rays peeking through my shades, I had a text message waiting for me from him. Just a simple good night, he had had an amazing time, and he couldn’t wait to see me again.

I fell asleep, hopeful. Hopeful that I would see him again, that this could maybe go somewhere. I don’t want to get ahead of myself, but it was hard not to. I hadn’t felt this way in an exceptionally long time. I haven’t been on this good of a date in equally as long. I can’t wait to see him again…

Present day...

I finally pull into the parking lot after an hour stuck in traffic. My 12-hour day at work today has taken a lot out of me. I’m exhausted, mentally and physically. Thankfully though, my 2-week-long vacation starts tomorrow. After that, I have fourteen days of no working, no getting up at the ass crack of dawn to be able to drive in miserable traffic, no dealing with difficult or boring co-workers. Just fourteen days of rest and relaxation, after the wedding of course.

My best friend and her fiancé are getting married on Saturday. I’ve watched them go through all of their highs and lows throughout the last few years and when he came to me telling me he planned on proposing, I couldn’t have been happier for them. He even asked me to secretly photograph the moment for her. She was more than surprised about everything.

Now their wedding is here and everyone couldn’t be more excited to celebrate them.

Tomorrow is their rehearsal dinner. The wedding party and their plus ones are all invited.

I walk into my apartment, immediately relieving myself from the confines of my shoes. A heavenly scent registers to me and I’m carried all the way to the kitchen. I see my sexy boyfriend standing at the stove with his back towards me.

“Hey babe,” he calls without turning around.

I hum, happily making my way towards him. I wrap my arms around his waist, placing a kiss on his back. “What is that unbelievable smell?”

He chuckles, vibrating through his chest. “Your favorite, of course.”

I hum again, “You spoil me, baby.”

He chuckles again, turning in my arms. His handsome face finally came into view. His gorgeous brown eyes look into mine as I get lost in his. For the past year, I’ve been the happiest I’ve been in a while. Since the day I met him, it was like everything fell into place. He’s sweet, ambitious, funny, kindhearted, passionate, and just overall the best man I had ever met. He makes me so happy…

Oh who am I kidding? He’s perfect. He is everything I ever wanted. If I made a list of all of the qualities I wanted in a husband, he would check off every single box.

But the feelings I have had for him over the last year are nothing compared to what I had in one night for him. I find myself wishing his eyes were bright blue instead of dark brown. I wish his arms were around me instead of the ones around me right now. The butterflies from that night have stayed dormant ever since.

I don’t know what happened after that night. I honestly thought we had a good time that night. Conversations flowed seamlessly. We made each other laugh so hard we had tears running down our faces. The physical connection was there- at first he had his arm around my shoulders as we walked around town, but as time went on he slowly moved lower around my waist, eventually intertwining our hands together until we arrived back at our cars. He even said that he wanted to see me again.

But I never heard from him again after that one text message. No call, no text, not even a message from my friend’s boyfriend. Nothing. I was disappointed beyond belief. I didn’t think he was that guy: the type to ditch someone without any explanation or goodbye. I thought I understood him to be a gentleman. Everything I had read about him pointed to him being one of the purest humans in the world. This was the opposite of all of that.

From that day on, I’ve loathed him. He gave me the perfect evening and then cut me off cold turkey from anything further. I have a three strike rule. His first: he was late. His second: he tricked me into liking him. His third: he lied to me. Three strikes and he’s out.

I have tried not to look back since. It’s not without its difficulties though since he’s literally everywhere. On magazine covers, in commercials, movie trailers, streaming services- he’s there. Why did he have to be such a successful actor? If he weren’t, it would make for forgetting him that much easier.

No closure. No answers. Nothing.

The rehearsal dinner went smoothly the next night which hopefully was foreshadowing for the big day itself.

A majority of us were standing around about to start when the doors loudly being opened drew everyone’s attention away from our milling about. A man stood in the middle of the doorway then strode in like he owned the place. The closer he got, the more the details of his face came into focus.

No. Freaking. Way.

I look toward my best friend. She looked like she wasn’t shocked he was late, but she knew he was coming. I creep up behind her and clear my throat. Instantly she cringed.

“Did you forget to tell me something?” I whisper to her.

She sends me an apologetic smile, “Well, I actually put off telling you ‘cause I didn’t know how you would react and then I meant to tell you last night but with the whole ‘I’m getting married in two days’ buzz took over and now the rehearsal is here-”

“Just please tell me I’m not walking in with him.” I beg.

She chuckles nervously before she escaped to go greet him with her fiancé.

I turn to her sister who is also one of my closest friends. “Did you know he was going to be a groomsman?”

The guilt written in her face tells me everything I need to know. “She made me promise not to tell you.”

I groan, “The loyalty level around here is staggeringly low.”

I head over to where my boyfriend is standing and take comfort in his arms before I have to deal with the man who broke my heart.

“Are you okay?” He asks a little confused by my actions.

I nod, “Just tired from last night.” He chuckles at the mention of the night before, squeezing me into his chest.

“Alright everyone! Time to get started.” The wedding coordinator beckons us all to the back entrance of the barn standing next to our corresponding wedding party member. I stand right in front of the Maid of Honor and Best Man. I kept my eyes forward focusing on anything but the guy who took his place next to me.

“It’s good to see you,” He murmurs to me over the instructions of the coordinator.

I scoff and roll my eyes. He has the nerve to say that to me after two years of silence. I imagined a million times what it would be like to see him again. I’d imagined a lot of screaming with possible hitting. Or I thought about the ever-effective, old fashioned silent treatment. He doesn’t deserve to know that our one night out together effected me so much and I’ve carried a rather large torch for him ever since. At the very moment, it will be the latter, but there’s no telling what tonight and tomorrow will bring.

“Now ladies, rest- don’t grab- your hand near the crook of his arm. Men, keep your arm at that angle with an open hand resting on your stomach- no fist. And don’t forget to smile- this is a happy day!” As quickly as he showed up, the coordinator was on to the bride and her father before either of us could register he was there.

I begrudgingly did as I was instructed, “resting” my hand on his bare forearm, holding a stand-in bouquet for the occasion in my other hand.

“Are you not going to talk to me?” He speaks again but I ignore him once more.

Thankfully that was when it was our turn to walk down the aisle. For the rest of the rehearsal, he didn’t get a chance to say anything else. As soon as we were done, I go straight for my boyfriend. I figured there’s no way he would approach me if I were with another man.

We all head to the restaurant afterwards to celebrate the last night before our friends begin their lives together as husband and wife. I keep my distance from Chris, always sticking close with my boyfriend.

The one moment I was alone was when I went to the bathroom. I thought for the few minutes I wouldn’t be in danger.

However I was wrong.

As soon as I step out an arm shot out in front of me. A very pale muscular arm.

“Are you seriously going to ignore me for the next two days?”

I duck under his arm fully planning on continuing what I set out to do.

“Y/N,” he grabs my arm, “will you please talk to me? What did I do to make you so mad at me?”

I whip around hopefully sending daggers his way. “Are you serious right now?”

“She finally speaks!” He exclaims.

“Because I cannot believe what I’m hearing. Like, I don’t think I heard you right.” All of the feelings I’ve been burying for two years were making their way up to the surface and I don’t think I can stop them. “We had a fantastic night. It was literally the best night of my life, it was the most comfortable with a guy that I had ever been. You made me laugh, you gave me butterflies, you helped me feel for the first time in years.” I try to swallow down the lump that was forming in my throat. “You told me you wanted to see me again. You made me excited for the future for once in my life… and then you took it away.”

With every second that passed, his expression got closer and closer to utter defeat: his shoulders slumped, his grip on my arm loosened, his jaw slowly unclenched, his eyebrows furrowed.

“You were late,” I hold up one finger, “You tricked me,” two fingers,” “You lied to me.” Three fingers were up and in front of his face for emphasis. “Three strikes and you’re out.”

I back away from him, having nothing more I wanted to say. As soon as I turned the corner, I felt liberated… for about five seconds. When that passed, devastation hit. For the last two years, I’ve held out hope- I tried not to- but I did, that maybe someday something could happen between us. That maybe, just maybe, we could pick up where we left off that night.

Now that the moment of confrontation has come and gone, I feel all the hope fade away. All of those possibilities I pictured have left the building. Being with him is no longer an option. I have my boyfriend who makes me happy, who gives me everything I could possibly want.

The rest of the night went on without another incident. Chris kept his distance. However, I could feel his eyes on me for every second that passed as we sat at the table. It was a relief when we finally left and could retreat back to our hotel rooms for the night. The bride and I got to stay in a suite that we’ll all be getting ready in in the morning. They wanted to uphold the “not seeing each other the night before the wedding,” even though they’ve lived with each other for a year and a half now.

On the wedding day, everything went according to plan. Everyone was on time to hair and make-up, pictures went flawlessly, the weather cooperated with everything, Chris didn’t attempt to talk to me at all- it was a perfect day to watch two people who love each other commit to the other for the rest of their lives.

But then came the reception. That’s when I knew apparently all bets would be off. The ceremony was over. Niceties would wear off as more and more alcohol is consumed. I was not looking forward to it.

We make our ridiculous entrances and take our seats at the head table. We eat then speeches were made. Lots of laughs were had as the Best Man dished on stories he had with the groom growing up, a few tears were shed at her sister’s after recounting the moment the bride knew he was the man of her dreams- overall I’d say they were a success.

Again, I felt his eyes on me, burning holes in the side of my head from the other side of the groom for the entire dining portion of the evening. I kept myself from glancing in his direction, instead focusing on the conversations with the bride’s sister next to me and my boyfriend who is across the way- anything not to meet his eyes.

Finally the DJ announces it was time for all to convene on the dancefloor after the specialty dances. I immediately see my boyfriend start to stand, knowing he’d been ready for this all night. I’d been looking forward to dancing with him all night as well, I even removed my shoes in anticipation. As I stand up, a hand is held out in front of me. I knew whose hand it was. I remember staring at it as he would rub his lips on our date. The strength of it as it intertwined with mine as we walked down the streets of our town, the safeness I felt as he squeezed it if he detected I was getting anxious around a group of people and I needed the reassurance. I knew that hand well, unfortunately.

“Dance with me?” He nearly whispers in my ear. I didn’t realize he was that close until I could feel said whisper on my neck. I contain the shiver that runs down my spine at how husky his voice is. God I’ve missed that…

No! I will not be enchanted by him again. He does not deserve me.

I exhale the breath I was holding, it comes out a lot harsher than I expected. “No, thank you.” I turn away from him, but his hand gently grabs my arm stopping me from going any further.

He whispers again, “He’s not good enough for you,” before walking away.

I’m frozen in place. I glare at his retreating back as he makes his way over to the bar. My mouth hangs open in disbelief. How dare he… How fucking dare he assume anything about me or my relationship. He doesn’t know anything about what our relationship is like. My boyfriend treats me so well, spoils me even though I know I don’t deserve it. He listens to me, he cares about me, and he makes me laugh until I cry- he’s everything I’ve wanted in a man. Chris is the one who had his chance and subsequently blew it. He has no right to judge or even comment on my relationship when he knows absolutely nothing about it.

I hurriedly make my way to my awaiting boyfriend and pull him onto the crowded dancefloor. “You okay?” He asks me, “Did he say something to upset you?”

“Nothing worth repeating.” All I wanted to do was forget about him and his irrelevant feelings towards my relationship…

…Except I couldn’t. His words rattled me. Does he see something I don’t? He told me on our date that he’s an excellent judge of character so he wouldn’t say something like that unless he got a bad feeling, right? Either that or he said it just to get under my skin and force me to talk to him. No matter the reason I hate him for it because my pride won’t let it stand.

I spot him leaning against the bar, staring directly at the two of us over the rim of his glass. His perfect eyebrow quirks up at the eye contact, that sets my blood to boiling. He thinks he’s so smug. I wish I could just slap that stupid hidden smirk right off his perfect face…

Following a few dances, I mutter something about him going to dance with the bride to my boyfriend before exiting the dancefloor. I rush out of the barn, away from the crowd needing some air from his suffocating gaze. I find a little lit area that’s perfect for pictures. There are rectangular hay bales set together as a makeshift U-shaped bench with some low watt bulbs strung up above between two poles. It would be serene if I weren’t already on edge.

After taking a few deep breaths, I finally feel like I can speak without yelling. “You had no right.”

I didn’t have to turn around to know he followed me out here. It’s exactly what I wanted him to do, just like it was his intention to get under my skin. As much as I wished to avoid this conversation it seems that we can’t go on without it. We may tear each other apart in the process, but this is my chance for closure. This is my only opportunity to get the answers I’ve been needing to move on for the past two years. Two years of wondering what went wrong after the most perfect date I’ve ever been on with an equally perfect man has been eating at my heart and mind. I hated always wondering “what if” or “what would I be doing right now if I were with him” especially when I started dating my boyfriend. I had no answers as to why those questions could not be. I thought with time I’d stop asking them, thinking I’d never see the man again. He’s a big movie star, why would he wonder about a woman he went on one date with?

As I expected, his deep baritone voice comes behind me, but his words do little to ease my nerves. In fact they set them off even more so than before. “I’m sorry.”

I scoff at his half-hearted apology, knowing he doesn’t mean it at all. “Oh bite me, Christopher.” I turn around to face him. God he looks even better out here. The subtle gold glow from the lights are complimenting his skin tone, they make his baby blues shine which just frustrates me more.

“Please, Y/N,-” He takes a step closer to me, but I won’t have that.

“No,” I take a step back keeping the needed distance between us for fear I may strangle him. “I don’t want to hear any of your bullshit excuses. You had no right to pass judgment on a relationship that you know absolutely nothing about.”

He slips his hands into the pockets of his dress pants. “Oh, I’ve seen enough.”

“Really?” I jut my hip out, resting my hand on it. “In the two days you’ve been here, you think you’ve got us all figured out?”

“Yes,” he answers with conviction.

My shaking hands clench into fists, trying my damnedest not to lose control. I entangle them into my hair as best as I can without ruining the work the hairstylist did this morning before running them down my face. He has some nerve.

“We had one night. One night! One nearly perfect night together and suddenly that makes you an expert on what is good for me?”

“I wouldn’t say ‘an expert’-”

“I wouldn’t say anything!” I interrupt, “I never heard from you again. Now after two years, you come in here acting like you know anything about me or my relationship? Who do you think you are?”

“A man who made a mistake!” He snaps.

There was a long pause. I never expected to hear that from him. All these years I wanted to think the worst of him for leaving me hanging like that. He got my hopes up, thinking we may have a future together only for them to come crashing back down to Earth when he never contacted me again. I wondered and wondered if maybe I read the signals wrong. Maybe I took his flirting as more than it was. Maybe the small gestures like his arm around my shoulders, on the small of my back, or the hand holding were only him being friendly. I wracked my brain going over every single detail of the night to try and pinpoint a reason for him not to have called me afterwards. I found nothing, which was equally as frustrating.

“Alright, I made a mistake.” He moves to sit on one of the hay bales. He rests his elbows on his knees and buries his head in his hands, letting out a huge sigh. “God I wanted everything with you.”

Once again, I’m frozen by his words. He what? But that doesn’t make sense. His words and his actions don’t line up- how could that be?

He removes his hands from his face, staring at the grass. “After that night, I wanted it all. I wanted to settle down, get the house with a white picket fence in the suburbs, carry you through the threshold after our wedding day, bring our children home from the hospital, watch them grow until we’re old and gray. I wanted everything.”

My heart aches. All of that was exactly what I wanted, especially with him. I could feel the tears building behind my eyes, my heart breaking mourning the loss of what we could have had by now if he had only said something.

I also find my anger growing as well. If he felt all of that, why did he not contact me again? Why did he give me hope that our night out together could have been the start of something good and then taken it away just as quickly?

“But?” There had to be a “but” coming after his statement. Clearly something stopped him from pursuing the possibility of “us,” destroying any future we could have had.

He sighs, “but…” he finally looks up at me with more emotion in his eyes than I was expecting. There was contemplation, confusion, honesty, agony…

I look away. In an instant I knew what he was about to say. It makes complete sense. He was at the height of his career, shooting movie after movie all around the world for a majority of the year. How would he have had time to have a relationship mixed in with that? He couldn’t.

“Your career was more important,” I interject, “I get it. I do.” I couldn’t fault him for choosing work over someone he just met, no matter how much he claims to have liked me right off the bat. He was going to be busy. We probably wouldn’t have had a lot of time to see each other. It’s not like I could give up my career to follow him. Besides even if I could have, he wouldn’t want that. He said so himself. He wanted someone who was independent; who could do their own thing and not be enveloped in his crazy life.

He stands up and steps closer to me, “no, that wasn’t it. I promise you that wasn’t it.”

There’s that word. Promise. He promised we’d see each other again soon after our night together. But he broke that.

“Then what was it?” My voice cracks at the end. I can feel my reserves slipping the more he speaks. I didn’t realize how much I missed his voice until now. I haven’t seen any of the movies he’s been in the last few years. I have him and his hashtag blocked on all social media platforms so I don’t see anything of his on any of my timelines. My other friends think I don’t like him (only my best friend and her now husband know about our date). To hear it again brings back all of the good memories we made together in that short night and all of the emotions I’ve been holding back since. “I have been wracking my brain for years wondering what went wrong after that.”

“I got scared,” he finally admits the truth. “I got scared of how much I liked you and how much I wanted to protect you.”

“From what?”

“From me,” he casts his gaze down at his hands as he fidgets with them, “and my life. I didn’t want to subject you to the chaos that is my life. I know what my fans would do to you if we were in a relationship, I was trying to protect you from all of the ugly that being with me comes with.”

So that’s what he was afraid of? He was afraid our relationship would inevitably end exactly like his last one? His “fans” were horrible to her. They sent death threats to her and her family members, always commenting negatively on her social media pages all because she was dating him. I remember reading about it right after it happened. I knew that side of his fandom was toxic. But did I care? No. Did I think I couldn’t handle it? I honestly don’t know, but would I have been willing to deal with it for him? Yes. I would have given up anything to be with him. That’s precisely why he did what he did. He didn’t want me giving anything up for him because he knows I’d be giving up any semblance of privacy I had if I were in a public relationship with him.

If I had known these were the reasons why he ghosted me, I would have been broken hearted but I would have understood. Hell, I probably would have fallen more in love with him if I knew that, not fallen in loathe.

He continues, “I thought that if I never contacted you again, you could move on”- he clears his throat-“and find someone better than me who could give you the normal life you deserve. Which as much as I wish I couldn’t, I see that you have…” he pauses as if deciding whether he should keep speaking. When I don’t stop him, he does, “But I can’t help feeling like that could have been me.”

My slightly shaky hands cover his fidgeting ones. His hand moves until he’s intertwining our fingers together, palms touching. They fit perfectly together as if they were each other’s missing puzzle piece. His thumbs stroke mine sending warmth down my arms all the way down to my toes. The sparks I felt back then return with full force. He leans down, pressing his forehead against mine. My heart is beating out of my chest, I wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t feel it in some way.

I feel my heart break in my chest. My lip quivers and the tears threaten to make themselves known. My only saving grace is the fact that he can’t see my face. I may lose it completely if he did.

His breath is coming out equally as shaky between us, he squeezes my hands as if he doesn’t want me to let go. Believe me, I don’t want to. I bring one of our interlocked hands up to my lips. I kiss the back of his hand because I can’t kiss him where I want to. I pull back just enough to see his beautiful baby blues that could have any woman in the world swoon. They were terribly bloodshot right now but that only made them more tragically breathtaking. I tear one of my hands out of his and bring it to his cheek. He leans into it, a tear drops into the crevices between the contact.

The barely above whisper that came out was all I could muster without having a total breakdown because he’s right. It could have been him. We could have been something great. We could have built a life together. We could have had it all. And it broke my heart into a million pieces knowing all of this could have been avoided if life had handed both of us different lives.

“It almost was.”

~*~

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#almost #Chris Evans #christopher robert evans #christopher evans #chris evans x reader #chris evans imagine #chris evans drabble #chris evans oneshot #chris evans x female reader #chris evans x you #chris evans x y/n #jj ehlby writes

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yee-fxcking-haw · 4 years

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a hard dom hitoshi pls?? maybe some rewarding in the end...

SAY NO MORE.

•Love Me Like You•

Summary: Just some Daddy Hitoshi being a hard dom, then getting real sweet.

Pairing: Hitoshi Shinsou x FemReader (both 18+)

Warnings: Dom Hitoshi, Sub reader, Daddy kink (shocking I know), light bondage, impact play, creampie, unprotected sex, mild degradation, mild dumbification, a dash of spit play.

Word Count: 1,816

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Your thighs tremble, unreliable as you kneel. Your wrists ache, bound behind you for what has felt like eternity. Still, you don't move. You sit pretty and shake.

Hitoshi's hot breath is on your neck, one hand grasps your hip as the other adjusts the vibrator he's holding against your clit.

Your head falls forward and you sniffle against his sweat slicked shoulder. Your cunt honest to god hurts as it clamps around his painfully hard cock.

Hitoshi came home in a particularly sadistic mood. A very unique kind, though. Whenever he was in this mood, he would usually have your whole body bound, mouth gagged, and your pussy brutalized. Today, however, it was slightly different.

Today he was full of authority, he wanted you to obey according to your own free will, he wanted you to be good for the sake of being good. He didn't want you bound, he wanted to feel you squirm, watch you twitch, make you hurt.

"D-Daddy, please." You roll your head on his shoulder, crying into his neck as the hand on your hip tightens.

"No." His voice is short, harsh, unyielding.

You nod and whimper, body driven mad by how long he's had you hanging off the edge. You straddle his lap, impaled by his length as he works his toy against your clit.

"Do you really need more? Are you really that fucking greedy?" His voice rumbles in his chest, dripping with disdain.

You open your mouth to respond, but he cuts you off with a harsh slap to your ass. You choke out a moan, the sting only making you tighten around him, only pushing you closer to the ecstasy he won't let you taste.

"Oh baby, I love the way that pussy tells me what you like." He lets out a breathy, condescending laugh before striking you again.

"You like that, little one? You like it when I bust your ass for you?" He smooths his hand over the reddened skin, chuckling when you let out a gentle sob as he flicks the speed of the vibrator up.

"I- C-Can't hold it." Your body jolts as you stutter out the confession, feeling the first flutters of your orgasm, cursing your disobedient body.

"That's a damn shame." He says thoughtfully.

Then, just as your body is about to ignite, he rips the vibrator away, then he plants his hand on your chest and pushes you off of his lap.

"You were behaving so well, you just had to ruin it, didn't you?" He crawls over you as you collapse onto your back, arms bending uncomfortably behind you.

"I'm sorry! Fuck- I'm sorry, it felt too good, it felt too good." Hot tears soak your face as you thrash on the mattress.

He grabs your jaw with a crushing grip. His eyes are wild, full of rage and impatience.

"Then you tell me, you tell me when it feels too good. You do not cum without fucking permission, you got that, slut?" His words drip from his lips like venom, biting and melting your skin.

"Yes s-sir." You sniffle, searching his face for even an ounce of mercy.

He pulls his hand away a little too fast, only to crack the back of his hand across your face. Your head whips to the side, you can't catch your breath or focus, you barely feel his hands hook under your knees as he pushes your legs up and apart.

"You didn't fucking earn this." He says before lining himself up with your dripping cunt, he pushes in with a low groan.

His fingers gorge themselves on your legs, his eyes devour your quaking form. You're nothing but clay to him, soft and moldable, anything he wants you to be.

"What do you say?" He asks, leaning against the backs of your thighs as he settles your legs over each shoulder.

"Tha-ank you." Your breath catches when he sinks all the way in, kissing your most sensitive spots with the tip of his thick length.

"Is that it, kitten? That the spot that gets you all fucked up?" His tone is mocking as he pulls his hips back. You nod frantically, desperate for him to fill you again.

And he does.

He fucks into you recklessly, he doesn't hold back in the slightest. He watches you cry and squirm and beg, and he fucking loves it.

Your body lights up, every inch of you catches fire as he breathes fire into your limbs. Every thrust in sends new shocks of pleasure to your very soul. All you can do is lay there and take it, especially with your arms bound and your legs so well contained by his body.

"You're so well behaved when you've got a cock inside you." He teases, turning his face so he can mouth at your calf.

"I wanna be good- wanna be good for you." You admit between sobs and moans, fisting at the sheets behind your back as he decimates your core.

Something in him snaps then, something depraved, something feral. He throws your legs off of his shoulders before grabbing you by the hips and flipping you onto your front suddenly.

You let him throw you around like the ragdoll you are, whimpering as you push yourself up onto your knees, keeping your back arched how he likes.

He growls as his hands slide up the backs of your thighs, his breath is hot on your pussy, taunting you with what could be.

"You're a good little whore when you want to be." He spits onto your clit with malice.

You turn your head so you can glance back at him, he runs his fingers up through the mess he's made between your legs. His eyes stay on yours as his middle finger plays at your clit, chuckling when you jump and whine.

"Beg me for it." He breathes, giving a confident nod down to his pretty dick.

"Please- I need it, I'll stay just like this, I'll take it, I promise I'll be so good just please let me have your cock." You blabber, only slightly worried it might be overkill, but your body is screaming for him.

His eyebrows raise and his lip twitches into an amused smirk.

"You sure look pretty when you're falling apart." He muses as he settles behind you, lining himself up with your hole once again.

"Please, please, please." The last plea is a broken, shredded cry. It rips from your throat with a sob as he finally sinks in again, ridding you of the emptiness you feel without him.

"You're a terrible little thing." He sighs, his nonchalant tone contrasting harshly with the urgent way he thrusts into you.

His pace is immediately merciless, the angle is brilliant, the sensation makes your skin run hot. Your toes curl and your wrists tug at the binds, your body desperate for the kind of freedom only Hitoshi can provide.

"Beg. Me. For. It." He barks out, cracking a palm down against your ass.

"I feel that cunt squeezin' me, don't you dare cum without asking. Learn a damn lesson for once." He sneers.

"P-please, Daddy please, lemme cum on your cock, lemme cum." You gasp out, trying with everything you have to hold off the electric euphoria creeping up your spine.

He grabs your wrists with one hand, and your hair with the other. He leans back slightly and lifts your torso up with him, suspending your upper body off of the bed as he hammers away at your weeping center.

"Do it, cum on that cock, cum on that fucking cock." His words become hurried and unsteady as he inches towards his own undoing.

And then it all shatters. The two of you cry and groan and grab as you fall apart, your sexes pulse and flutter in time, heat consumes you both and it's everything.

"That's my girl, that's a good girl." He praises as his hips stutter, slowing into an easy roll as he works you through your orgasms.

He lowers you down again as your walls continue to contract around his length as he fills you up beautifully, making you feel so impossibly complete.

His mouth is hot and sloppy as he kisses down your spine, making you shiver and arch into him.

"You did so good, you're so damn good for me." He smiles against your skin, reveling in the tightness of your cunt around him.

His hands work at the binds on your wrists, freeing them almost immediately. You sigh at the relief, letting them fall down as the rest of your body collapses.

"Easy, I gotcha." Hitoshi whispers, hands on your sides as he lays you down and slides out of you.

He's pulling you into his chest instantly, issing the top of your head as his hands rub soothing lines up and down your sweat soaked back.

"Baby, that was so perfect, you were so perfect." He says between soft kisses.

"I'm sorry I almost came without permission, it just felt so good." You say, hands clawing at his skin as you bury your face into his neck.

"Hey, listen to me." He says sternly, one hand coming up to hold you cheek and force you to make eye contact.

"You're not in trouble, I just needed you to listen, you listened so well afterwards." He reassures you. His eyes are soft now, honest and full of safety.

"I'd say you even deserve a back rub for being such a good girl." He says, a smile playing at his lips when you light up at the suggestion.

"Please?" You ask, voice sweet and eyes full of hope, it makes his heart melt.

"Anything, whatever you need." He promises, he gets you settled on the bed after he cleans you with a warm cloth.

He throws on a pair of basketball shorts before he straddles the backs of your thighs. You cross your aching arms under your head so you can watch him work. He looks so stunning, all milky skin and lavender hues as, it's absolutely mesmerizing.

"Thank you, Daddy." You sigh as he presses his lotion covered hands into your tight muscles.

He smoothes and rubs, working every bit of pain and tension out of you.

"Thank you, for being so damn good, kitten."

He takes his time with you, capable hands work with soft lips as he loves the aches out of your body. He brings you back down so sweetly, easing you into such a warm fuzzy headspace. Soon, your wrapped in his clothes, drifting into sleep as he whispers sweet nothings into your freshly washed hair.

Hitoshi is nothing short of heaven on earth, you're sure of that. He could be so rough, so demanding, but god he could be so soft, so caring. You love him for that, you always will.

#my hero academia #hitoshi shinsou #shinsou #my hero smut #shinsou smut #shinsou x reader #shinsou x you #my hero academia smut #domsub #shinsou hitoshi #mha shinsou

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astranva · 4 years

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Not One of Them.

// masterlist //

Word Count: 9.9k

Category: Fluff, single mom!Y/N

Warning: Some strong language. Slight mention of abortion. Not proof-read.

Note: time-skip to when covid-19 is dead ok

Summary: Harry is lyrically stuck, Y/N is the new big songwriter. She’s also a single mom to a 4-year-old girl.

Early italics are flashbacks.

When you’re a young mother, the world isn’t always the kindest, especially when no partner is in the picture.

While you were young, having had baby Faith when you were only 21, you applauded yourself for years for the effort you poured into raising a child alone – with the help of family and friends, and too many books and videos, but you get the point.

Faith wasn’t a mistake, you hate it when anyone even dares to imply so, but she was unplanned. You were in a toxic on-and-off relationship for 3 years, at some point believing that it might have been an open relationship because of the amount of times you caught your ex-boyfriend flirting with women and men right in front of you.

You had done your part after knowing that you were pregnant after one drunken night that led to a rough make-up session. You approached your ex, sat him down and broke the news;

“I’m pregnant.”

“Whose is it?” He had asked, face falling.

Yours scrunched up in anger, almost disgust at the implication. “Yours, you dumb-fuck! I don’t sleep around while I’m in a relationship like some people.” You had emphasized.

He ignored your comment, releasing a sigh. “You aren’t keeping it, are you?”

You were never against abortion. You were never against planned pregnancy. You had freaked out alright on your own when you were confirmed pregnant, but something inside you told you to hold on to the human inside of you, to that little bundle of oblivion – a little bundle of faith.

It was when he asked you that one question, his tone almost sure that you would abort the child, that you felt angry tears pool your eyes. “I am.”

He wasn’t ready to hear it and his wide eyes showed that, “Wh-What do you mean you are? I can’t have a fucking baby! This wasn’t supposed to get this real!”

“This real?” You had chuckled bitterly, “You stay with me for 3 years, fuck me over more than I can count then you always come crying for me, then tell me it wasn’t supposed to get this real?” You stood up, draping your bag over your shoulder, “I’m having the kid, Will. It’s over between us and-“ you gulped, swallowing back the tears as you pointed at him, “I never want to see you again.”

“You bet your fucking ass you won’t.” He had grumbled, tearing eye contact to look somewhere else but your death glare before you left.

Besides the university halls, Will had managed to stay out of your sight and you were grateful for that. Pregnancy was a roller-coaster, one you definitely screamed during all ride of, but nothing and nobody prepared you for the moment when you gave birth to your little love.

Your roommate and best friend, Cece, had driven you to the hospital and notified the rest of your family and friends, and you were glad that during that very period of time, you had someone beside you.

It was when you held your little love that it all faded away; the pain, the loss, the confusion, the fright – everything faded away the moment your skin made contact with your daughter’s, watching her with pure love and admiration.

You hadn’t picked a name before that moment, only nodding and smiling to the showering of recommendation from people, but one name wasn’t recommended, not even mentioned.

“Faith. You’re my little Faith.”

“You’re looking a little sick, honey. Have you been eating well? You overwork yourself-”

“Mom, mom,” you laughed quietly, tearing your eyes from watching your daughter play with her cousins before looking at your mom beside you, “I’m alright. Last project was challenging, that’s all.”

“Who were you writing for this time?” your mom asked with pride and excitement, curious to know the name of yet another big celebrity her daughter had been working with.

“Adele.” You smirked as you sipped your juice, hearing your mom gasp with a hand to her heart before letting out a small squeal.

In her dungarees and sandals, Faith ran towards you, making you set your juice aside to welcome your daughter in your arms. “Mommy, did you see me win Tag?”

“Yes! You were amazing!” You hyped your daughter up, pressing a sloppy kiss on her cheek, making Faith giggle.

With Faith standing between your legs, talking to her grandma, you checked your watch. “Ah, shoot. I better get going.”

“Will you be here for bedtime story?” Faith asked, looking up at you as you slung on your tote bag and held your car key in one hand before kneeling in front of your daughter.

“I will be, baby. Don’t give Nana a hard time, okay?”

“Okay, Mommy.”

“I love you.” With one last hug and a kiss on her cheek, you smiled at your daughter who clung to your neck, pressing a sweet kiss on her cheek.

“I love you.” Faith replied, moving to stand with her nephew after waving at you as you left.

“Call me at any time if anything happens or if you need anything, Mom, yeah?” You said as you walked towards the door, your mother following behind.

“Wouldn’t want to disturb your wo-”

“Mom.” You stressed, turning to look at your mom, “Nothing like that. I’ll get going. Thank you for watching her.”

“Oh, don’t thank me. You know I love spending time with little Faith more than anything. Drive safely, honey.”

“Hey, Andrew, got you a donut.” You beamed as you approached the studio’s receptionist, a 19-year-old intern.

“You’re an angel.” Andrew sighed in contentment as he opened the box containing his donut before looking at you, “Just adopt me. I guarantee I’ll be the best brother to Faith.”

You laughed, “Think having a 19-year-old son will make me feel old. I’ll pass.”

“Dammit.” Andrew shook his head jokingly. “Meeting with Jeffery Azoff, huh?”

“Yeah, do you know if he got here yet?”

“Like 3 minutes ago.”

You checked your watch again, finding that it was just on time for your scheduled meeting, feeling glad that you weren’t late.

“Alright, I’ll see you on the way out.” You waved at Andrew who nodded at you while raising his donut before you set off down the hall and into the elevator.

Walking out and down the hallway, you approached the room you had agreed to meet Jeffrey in before knocking softly, hearing a distant “come in!”

Gently opening the door and sticking your head inside, your eyes moved to the couch where 2 men looked up at you; one was Jeffrey – you had seen pictures of him from when you worked once with his father – and the other was, undoubtedly in your mind, none other than Harry Styles.

“Y/N?” Jeff asked, him and Harry standing as you walked in and closed the door behind you, approaching them.

“Yes,” you smiled, reaching for a handshake which he had happily accepted, “It’s great meeting you.”

Harry’s eyes were set on you, a small smile on his face that did everything but mirror the surprise he felt. He wasn’t sure why; he didn’t have any expectations but he certainly didn’t expect to see someone as radiant as you were.

You looked at him next with a polite smile as you reached for a handshake, “Pleasure meeting you. I’m a huge fan of your work.”

And God, his stomach flipped and his face flushed at the comment, feeling shy under your gaze as he shook your hand, “Thank you so much. Can say the same about your work, you’re very talented.”

“Thanks!” You beamed before motioning towards the couch, the 3 of you sitting down; Harry and Jeff on the couch, you on a chair across from them. “Do you want anything to drink?”

“No, thanks. Had the biggest cup of coffee just before coming here.” Jeff replied.

You turned to look at Harry, smiling and nodding when he raised his bottle of water.

“Alright, let’s get into it,” you leaned forward, “How can I help you?”

Jeff looked at Harry, signaling for him to talk.

“I know it hasn’t been a year since I released Fine Line,” Harry moved his hands as he talked, looking at the carpeted floor underneath him before looking up at you, “But I’ve been writing ever since but- something is missing. Something is wrong. I wrote 9 tracks so far, all of them are unfinished because I just feel like they’re missing something. I have the idea, have the concepts, sometimes I have the tunes,” he counted on his fingers, “But I can’t finish one song. It’s like I’m, like,” he shrugged, trying to find the right word.

“Stuck?” You suggested, staring at him with an assuring expression which he found soothing.

Harry’s body slumped, tilting his head slightly as he looked back at you and a soft, small smile made its way to his face at how you understood. “Yeah,” he nodded, “Yeah, stuck. That’s the word.”

“I get you,” you assured him, “Do you guys have any sort of deadline?”

“No, not really, no. Not yet.” Jeff shook his head.

“Great,” you clapped, your eyebrows going up, “Do you have any of these tracks’ lyrics now?”

“Yeah, lemme just-“ Harry reached beside him, holding his tote bag to take out his journal.

“Hey!” You grinned, grabbing his attention and making him look at you, seeing you holding out your tote bag to him.

You matched; right on the fabric in the middle was an illustrated design of a small cactus plant pot.

“I have the same one!” You looked down at yours before looking at him, Harry mirroring your actions before a grin broke out on his face.

“Well then, Y/N, it’s set. These will be the best songwriting sessions of the century. It’s fate.” He said dramatically in a joking manner, making you laugh quietly as you set your bag aside and he fished out his journal.

Flipping through the pages, he handed you his journal so you can see one of the songs he had half-written, watching as leaned back on the comfy chair, holding the journal in your hands and reading.

It was excruciating. Harry grew nervous, feeling funny in his stomach and he tried to convince himself that it might be the salad he had eaten prior to that meeting, and not that he was nervous you’d think he was the worst songwriter to-date.

He watched your eyes, taking notice of how you didn’t skim through the words, but read them carefully and taking your time to do so.

“This is really beautiful, Harry.” You said softly, eyes still on the page before looking up at him, oblivious to the breath Harry let out, “Really beautiful.”

“Thank you.” He smiled, discreetly wiping his sweaty hands on his pants.

“Not much damage really. The concept is clear. Post-breakup song.” You said, handing him his journal.

Harry nodded, confirming.

“Are the rest like that, too?”

“Not really,” Harry shook his head, “Figured that the last album had too many of that.”

You nodded, “Yeah, I understand. Just- I say take your time, honestly. I’ll help you with the songs you have, maybe we’d get inspired along the way to write new stuff, too, but you don’t want to force anything, you know? Sometimes some lyrics just aren’t meant to be, you know?”

“Yeah, you’re right.” He nodded.

“Don’t you worry,” you gave him a smile, “It’ll all work out.”

“Well, so do we have a deal?” Jeff asked with a smile, opening his arms.

“I’m in.”

Maybe it was because you said that as you looked at him, or maybe it was because he knew of how crazy talented you were – he had spoken to his good friend Ed Sheeran a week prior and Ed had sworn up and down on your talent and how “bloody lovely! Like a little bird” you were – or maybe it your smile – hell, it might be a combination of all that, but Harry was ecstatic to work with you.

“I’m very excited to work with you, Y/N.” Harry had said with a smile of his own.

“Likewise, Harry. It isn’t that common to find artists as real as you are.”

God, what was with your compliments that had him blushing?

“It’s a pleasure, Y/N,” Jeff, too, had said. “Let’s talk busi-”

“Let’s do that over lunch.” You pointed at him, standing up, “My treat.”

“You always this friendly with clients?” Harry joked with an amused smile, staring up at you.

But your smile dropped and instead, your face twisted to worry. “Oh God, I hope I’m not stepping boundaries. It’s just always a good idea to warm up to each other and- I’m sorry, you probably think this is unpro-”

“Hey, hey, no,” Harry was quick to stand, holding his hands out, “I didn’t mean it like that. I genuinely think you’re friendly. Half of the songwriters I worked with were strict and- Shit, no. Lunch sounds wonderful. Really wonderful.”

He felt like an ass. A proper one. He hadn’t meant to make you feel like you were too friendly but that didn’t turn out as well as he had thought.

“We’d love to, really. Besides, it’s probably a great idea that you and Harry know each other so the sessions can go smooth.” Jeff added, standing up.

At this, Harry found himself smiling when the smile returned to your face. “In that case, there’s a place nearby that makes amazing sandwiches and desserts.”

Jeff’s mind was squeaking from its gears working. There weren’t many people on this planet who were purely kind, and it was something he admired in Harry. But at that moment, Jeff knew he had met one more person who was genuinely kind, just like his best friend and “client” – he hated calling Harry that – and it was proof when you insisted that you could give them a ride to and from the place instead of them following behind you or using the GPS, Jeff sitting in the passenger seat during the ride to the place while Harry sat at the back.

The place was a 5-tabeled one, nothing big. One wall was decorated with polaroids of customers, the waiters and waitresses, the chefs, and another with colorful stick-notes with messages from customers. It was a lowkey place, one that Harry hadn’t visited during all his trips to the studio until that moment.

“Hey, Y/N!” The woman behind the counter beamed as she waved.

“Hi, Soph! How are you?”

Soph stood from the chair she was sitting on, taking a few steps back to show her pregnant bump, putting one hand to it, “Ready to pop!”

You had motioned towards a table to Harry and Jeff who were quietly watching the interaction.

You gasped, “Look at you! And you’re still coming to work? What a queen.”

Soph shrugged, sitting back down, “Got mouths to feed and a self to pamper.” She said before waving at Harry and Jeff, “Hello, gentlemen.”

Jeff waved with a smile while Harry added, “Hello! Congratulations on your pregnancy.”

“Why thank you, Mr. Styles.” Soph replied.

Harry liked it. The no-freaking-out. How homey it all felt.

“Rick will be with you in a sec.” Soph said.

You, Harry, and Jeff sat on the circular table, both Harry and you hanging your tote bags on their chairs.

“You come here often, huh?” Harry started the conversation, crossing his arms on the table and leaning forward.

“You have no idea. You’d think I don’t know anywhere else.” You chuckled, “Been coming here ever since I was in college.”

Harry’s eyebrows went up in surprise, “Really? How long ago was that?”

“Graduated 3 years ago, first came when I was 19 so that’s about 6 years.”

“True loyal customer you are.” Harry said.

“What did you study, Y/N?” Jeff asked.

“Music composition. Was the disgrace of the family.” You joked, “Definitely had no idea the entire time if I would actually work or not.”

“But look at you now, one of the best.” Harry motioned towards you.

You waved him off with a bashful smile, “None of that. I still have no idea what I’m doing most of the time, I just get paid now.”

“Who even knows what they’re doing now?” Harry rhetorically asked, “We’re just, going with the flow.”

“Word, sir. Word.” They heard, the 3 of them turning to see the waiter – Rick – by their table.

Harry laughed, “Right?”

“Absolutely. I don’t remember the last time my plans didn’t get fucked. Just riding now.” Rick shrugged.

Harry raised his fist up for a bump, Rick bumping his fist into Harry’s.

Time seemed to pass as Harry and Jeff let you order for them, talking about the music industry and sharing funny stories while at it, as well as you had discussed your own business as you ate the club sandwiches and sipped on the iced tea.

“What are you doing?” You asked with a funny face as Harry took out his wallet after you had asked for the check.

“Paying?”

“Yeah, no. Said it’d be my treat.” You pointed at him, raising one eyebrow with a smile.

“Come on, I can’t just let you pay for us on the first day we meet.”

“Let’s at least split the bill.” Jeff suggested, watching as you shook your head.

“Absolutely not.” And with that, you stood up and walked towards Soph, paying for the food.

“How much do you want to bet that something will happen between the both of you?” Jeff asked quickly with a smirk, looking at Harry with a knowing look.

Harry’s eyes widened, tearing his gaze from being on you to his friend and manager, “What?”

“How much?”

“I just met her.” Harry tried to reason with him, finding Jeff to be bizarre and irrational. Hopeful, but irrational.

Jeff only gave him a shrug, “That’s a first.”

“That’s enough rom-coms at night for you, Jeffrey.”

At the sight of you walking back towards them, they both stopped talking and instead, smiled. “All sorted.”

“Thank you so much, Y/N. You really didn’t have to.” Harry stood, slinging his tote bag on his shoulder.

“I wanted to. Please don’t mention it.” You had smiled as you replied, the 3 of you putting back your chairs. “Bye, Soph!”

“Bye, sweetie!”

“Congratulations again on your pregnancy and good luck.” Harry put both hands together, pursing his lips into a polite smile at the woman behind the counter.

“You’re a sweetheart. Thank you, kind sir.” Soph joked, tipping an imaginary hat at him to which Harry responded to by holding up the tips of his imaginary skirt, putting one foot behind the other in a curtsy making you giggle.

With no spoken words, Jeff was quick to get into the backseat, pursing his lips to stifle his laughter at Harry’s face, who looked at him with wide eyes and an expression that screamed “What the fuck are you doing?” but he got into the passenger seat nonetheless, oblivious to the light shade of red that visited his cheeks but aware of the heat his face seemed to radiate.

The ride back to the studio wasn’t quiet. The radio was on for some background music but you and Harry were too engaged in a conversation to take notice of the songs playing. Anyone could have asked you what even started the conversation of French toast and you wouldn’t know how to reply because none of you knew how you suddenly began talking about French toast.

“Have you tried soaking the toast in lemon?” You asked, tone excited and face breaking into an eager smile.

Harry’s eyebrows furrowed, “Haven’t, no. How good is it?”

“God, it’s,” you shook your head, almost closing your eyes in delight as if you tasted the toast that moment but refrained because you were driving, “It’s so good.”

So what Harry secretly wished the ride was longer? He wanted to talk about French toast. That was definitely why.

“Y/N, it’s a pleasure working with you.” Jeff said, “Thank you for the food.”

“It’s no problem.” You smiled at him, turning around to look at him once you were parked.

“I’ll wait for you in the car.” Jeff said, patting Harry’s shoulder before getting out of the car.

Harry took a breath, slapping his hands against his thighs, “Well, that was fun.”

You nodded, looking back at him with a bashful smile that you mentally scolded yourself for; why were you getting bashful?

“Is it alright if I take your number from Jeff?” Harry asked quickly, “Uh, so we can schedule meeting up for the sessions.” He quickly added, “The writing sessions.” He nearly cringed at his addition and he guessed you caught on because you giggled quietly before straightening your posture.

“Actually, Jeff has my business number. Maybe you can just, take my personal one so I can reply faster. You know, the sooner the better.” You cleared your throat, nodding to yourself.

Harry’s lips stretched into a side smile as he looked at you before he coughed and nodded, “Definitely. The sooner you reply, the sooner we meet. For the writing sessions.”

“Yeah and I can give you the lemon toast recipe.” You said before your eyebrows rose up, “For business purposes, of course.”

Harry’s smile widened at that, holding out his phone for you to take after he unlocked it. “I’d love that.”

You typed in your number before handing his phone back to him, watching as Harry glanced down at it before your phone began ringing, “And that’s mine.” He said, watching you unlock you phone and type before you locked it back.

“Then it’s settled.”

“I’ll text you.” He smiled before opening the door and standing out, ducking to look at you, “Next time, lunch is on me.” And with that, Harry gave you a wave before closing the door and walking away, only giving you a smile over your shoulder and another wave before getting into the car with Jeff.

After getting some snacks from the grocery’s with a shit-eating grin on your face, you drove back to your mom’s to pick Faith up.

You stood on the other side of your car, watching the door open before you saw Faith, her backpack on her back with her grandma standing behind her.

At the sight of her Mommy, Faith was quick to grin before running to you and into you arms as if she hadn’t seen you 4 hours ago.

You hugged your daughter, pressing a kiss to her hair as you did. “Did you have fun?”

Faith nodded before she pulled away from the hug, still keeping her arms around you, “What about you? Did you have fun, Mommy?”

You almost blushed as you remembered, opting to reply a simple reply instead of getting into details. “I did. Ready to go?”

After giving Faith a shower and giving yourself one, too, you and Faith were sat in the comfort of your cozy apartment, sitting on the couch and watching The Greatest Showman for the umpteenth time seen as it was Faith’s favorite. With her cheddar cheese and lettuce sandwich in her right hand and favorite dinosaur toy in the other – a “Megalosaurus not a T-Rex, Mommy” – Faith was cuddling into your side while one hand of yours played with her wild hair as the other tapped absentmindedly on your phone’s screen, eyes set on the television.

“And if it’s crazy, live a little crazy.” Faith sang along with Hugh Jackman, eyes wide as if she was seeing the movie for the first time.

“You can play it sensible, a king of conventional.” You joined her, peppering kisses on her cheek causing her to squeal and giggle.

As Faith sang along with the song, you opened your phone’s camera before switching it to video, flipping the camera so that it was the front one. You started recording, the screen showing you your face as you smiled with pride, tilting it so Faith was shown as she sang, unaware of you recording.

Only 12 seconds into the video, a message pop-up had your eyes traveling to it, falling on a text preview from none other than the young man you were with that day – Harry.

‘Hey, Y/N. Sorry to bother but would you be able to send me that lemon toast recipe? Might treat myself to it tomorrow morning. Sorry for the bother. :) Harry’

After stopping the video and opening the text and reading it, if it weren’t for Faith, you wouldn’t have known that you had a grin on your face.

“Why are you smiling so big? Did Auntie Cece send a picture of her cat?” She had asked, looking up at you with curiosity.

Looking down at her, you laughed slightly at yourself. “No, she didn’t.”

“You look happy.”

There were many things you loved about your daughter, many things you were in awe at. As only a kid, Faith was one of the most empathetic people in your life and that moment as you both cuddled on the couch was proof.

With a matching grin, Faith’s eyes twinkled with glee at the sight of her smiling mom, curious to know the reason.

“They aren’t singing This Is Me yet!” Faith added, knowing that the both of you usually laughed and giggled while singing that song, only because you always sang it so dramatically and at the top of your lungs.

“Just happy you’re finally done with the sandwich because now I can do this!” And with that, you tickled her, Faith breaking into laughter and giggles as she tried to stop you.

5 minutes later, Faith was back to watching the movie while you typed a reply.

‘hey, harry! it isn’t a bother 😊 i’ll write it down and send it in a moment :))’

‘Thank you! x’

And you wrote it down and sent it to him, adding little notes, too just to make sure that he perfected the toast.

‘let me know how that goes for you :) x’

‘Will do, love. Talk to you soon. Goodnight :) x’

‘goodnight, harry x’

As if your little love took that as a sign, you looked down at her as you felt her body grow heavier against you and noticed her breath get steady, seeing her eyes closed as she snoozed.

Carefully, you turned off the television before holding her with your arm so she didn’t fall down as you stood, bending to carry her before kneeling a little to grab her fallen dinosaur, letting out a tiny groan as your back ached.

Tucking her in her bed, you sat beside her for a moment, brushing her hair back softly before bending to kiss her forehead.

“Story?” She sleepily asked, struggling to open her eyes.

You chuckled, “You’re already asleep, nugget.”

She hummed, still struggling to open her eyes, “Okay. I love you.”

“I love you, too.” You smiled before standing up, walking towards her small vanity and turning on her star light lamp.

Just as you were out of the door, you lingered, turning to look back at your daughter, “Was I really smiling big?”

In her sleepy state, Faith managed to reply. “Very big, Mommy.”

You chuckled to yourself and shook your head before walking out and towards your own room.

Harry felt like a kid. He was too excited that morning to get up and get on with his breakfast, wanting to deny that it wasn’t because he wanted a reason to text you, but who was he trying to lie to? No one, he was alone.

He followed the recipe, chuckling and laughing to himself during some moments when he was about to fall for some mistakes before reading your notes and saving his toasts, as if you were sitting right there and monitoring him.

His playlist was playing from his phone that he held in his hand, and he was humming along as he placed the two toasts on a plate before adding some powdered sugar to them and grabbing his juice.

Before eating, Harry had taken his time in taking a picture of his breakfast, thankful for the natural light his kitchen window was giving for his little photoshoot.

He was just as much nervous as excited as he sliced up a piece before taking a bite, taking his time to taste his work and his eyebrows shot up and he blinked twice in surprise.

It was so good.

While eating another slice, Harry held his phone and opened his messages app, going to your contact.

Attaching the best picture from his breakfast photoshoot, he added a text with it,

‘Tastes incredible! Would have burned it to coal if it weren’t for your notes hahah x’

And he put his phone back on the table, open at your messages as he continued eating while listening to music.

He was mid-sip of his juice when you replied and Harry hated how excited he got because the next thing he knew, he was having a coughing fit that had him go tearful before finally calming down.

‘looks incredible, too! oh trust me, i know. burned a fair amount of toasts on my own so i decided to spare you the damage. you’re a quick learner :)) x’

That morning, you and Harry exchanged multiple texts, drifting from his breakfast to how you both wished to have dogs.

It was around 4 when you were driving back with Faith from her gymnastics practice when Harry called, thankfully just as you were unlocking the door to your apartment.

“Hey.” You smiled to yourself as you answered, taking off your shoes by the door beside Faith’s before closing the door behind you, watching as Faith went to the bathroom to wash her hands.

“Hi,” Harry, too, was smiling to himself as he held the phone close to his ear, “I was walking around and I found this tiny restaurant that reminded me of where you took us yesterday and, apparently they make the best Italian pizza. Was wondering if you wanted to grab pizza with me and we can talk about, you know,” he chuckled, “The sessions.”

You thought, mind instantly going to who would watch Faith as you went before your eyes fell on your daughter who came back, whispering to you if she should wait for you in the bathroom seen as you were on the phone.

“One second,” you said to Harry before moving the phone from your ear and muting the sound, “Yeah, baby, do that. I’ll be with you in a minute.”

You unmuted, “Hey, sorry about that.”

“No worries.”

He was growing nervous at how you were yet to reply to his suggestion, having already had been nervous enough to suggest and call in the first place.

“Pizza and talking sound lovely.”

He released a breath, smiling to himself. “Great, great! Pick you up at 6?”

“Sure, yeah. 6 is great. I’ll go now. See you soon, Harry.”

“See you soon, Y/N.”

You didn’t trust strangers to watch your daughter, didn’t exactly trust strangers in your house unattended, too. It’s why at times when you couldn’t drive the 40-minute drive to your mom’s, your best friend, Cece, was always your go-to and that was especially nice because she also lived two buildings away.

Cece’s job was one from her home, making food and delivering it to people while she managed her business on her own through social media and it was why most of the time, she was home and always happy to have her goddaughter keep her company.

After calling Cece to make sure she was okay with babysitting Faith for some time and her assuring you that she was, you prepared dinner for your daughter after giving her a shower.

“Are you sure you’re okay with me leaving, baby?” You asked as you sat with Faith while she ate the pasta you made her.

It wasn’t frequent of you to leave Faith for anything but work. Maybe for a night out with some friends every now and then but you always went out with them for 3 hours tops before you began feeling guilty for leaving your daughter and going back to get her so you can spend time together instead.

And it wasn’t like you were frequently going on dates either. Cece had pushed you into it when Faith was 2, and you did go out a few times with different people, all whom you never heard of whenever they knew that you had a daughter and then you decided that maybe the single mom life was just too welcoming of you.

Hell, you didn’t know whether you should call having pizza with Harry a date. It wasn’t, was it? Not that you’d mind but it was for business, wasn’t it? Strictly business. Or maybe it wasn’t and that was fine by you- and now you were beginning to feel like a teenager again. Great.

“Mommy,” Your 4-year-old huffed, rolling her eyes, “I’m a big girl. You should have more fun.”

You couldn’t believe that you were getting advice from a 4-year-old, especially your daughter, but you deserved that.

“When did you get so big?” You rhetorically asked, “Thank you for being understanding, Nugget.”

Faith smiled at you, kicking her legs as she ate. “Where are you going?”

Now that question you weren’t prepared for, as much as you thought about it.

You couldn’t risk telling too much to Faith, knowing that she got excited over new people and couldn’t risk disappointing her if Harry ended up being, well, not one to stick or friendly to kids of single moms.

But at the same time, your daughter was your best friend. It was because of your honesty with her and how you acknowledge her and treat her that she was an understanding and empathetic person who could hold a conversation.

“Well, you know Harry Styles? The man who sings Canyon Moon?” You asked, knowing that that song was on her top favorite songs list after she had heard it once on the radio as you were driving her to her practice.

She nodded, “The pretty man with drawings?”

She had been curious to see the face behind her favorite song and once you showed her a picture, her smile got big and she had said that he was “very pretty” and had “nice drawings that she wanted to color in” meaning his tattoos.

You chuckled, “Yes, that one.” Again, Faith nodded. “Well, I’m helping him with his songs and I’m going to have dinner with him tonight.” You said, crossing your arms on the table.

Faith dropped her fork, looking at you with wide eyes and an open mouth, causing you to laugh heartfully at your daughter. “Mommy, really?!”

You nodded, opening your phone’s camera to record her, Faith not caring.

“Mommy you’re meeting Harry Styles!”

“I am,” you laughed, “Are you happy?”

“Very happy I’m going to cry!” She gasped, “Can I see him? Please, Mommy, please!”

“I don’t know, Nugget. I might have to ask him.”

“Do you think he’ll say no?” She frowned, “I can wear my Harry dress!”

And by her Harry dress, she meant the Fine Line black tee you had bought her, and even though it was sized small, she was only a toddler so you had resulted for her to wear it as a dress after you had trimmed it and its sleeves and had your mom fit it as tight as she could without damaging it. Needless to say, whenever your daughter wore the oversized tee dress, you had to snap multiple pictures of her because she always looked too adorable and fashionable in it.

“I don’t know what he’ll say but I’ll ask him. And yes, you can. You always look adorable in it.” You smiled, still recording her.

“Can you tell him I love his songs? I love Canyon Moon so much an-Oh! And Sunflower, too!” She grinned, “Are you going to show him this video?” Faith asked as she looked at you.

You shrugged, “You want me to?”

She nodded excitedly before looking at the camera, “Mr. Harry, I love you very much, sir. I hope I can see you but Mommy said she’ll ask you so please say yes. Make Mommy happy, not sad. Goodnight, sir.”

Your heart might have as well exploded that moment as she waved before you ended the video.

As if he was waiting for you to finish, your phone began ringing the moment you stopped recording, finding Harry calling you which made you instantly pick up the moment Faith began eating again.

“Hey, do you like strawberries?” He asked, the moment you picked up.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion but a silly smile took over your face nonetheless, “Uh, yes?”

“Alright, great. I’ll see you soon. Bye!”

To make matters easier, once Harry had texted you that he was 2 minutes away, you grabbed your bag and left your apartment and into the elevator before walking outside your building, just in time to see a yellow Ferrari Dino pull up.

You smiled at him, watching as he parked before getting out, “Did I keep you waiting for long?” He asked as he approached you.

“No, just came down.” You answered, watching as he reluctantly slightly opened his arms. He was a hugger.

You wrapped your arms around him in a greeting hug, taking notice of how good he smelled. Just as good as he looked; he was in off-white textured knit Wales Bonner polo, paired with his Gucci flared denim pants and off-white Converse. Nobody should be allowed to look that good in casual clothes.

It wasn’t like Harry’s mind wasn’t doing flips at that moment, too. Instead of smelling like overpriced perfume, you smelled like coconut and roses; a refreshing smell that made Harry’s smile deepen enough for his dimple to make appearance. You, too, were in casual clothes; violet colored cropped culottes, a white tee tucked inside, white sneakers on, a black and white cross-bag and your hair was up in a messy ponytail that was kept by a hairband but you wrapped a black and white head bandana around the band just for the looks.

You looked effortlessly beautiful.

You both walked to his car, Harry opening the door for you before grabbing something from the passenger seat before you sat – a bouquet of strawberries.

“Didn’t know what type of flowers you like so,” he said before extending the bouquet towards you with sweetest and giddiest smile, “Hope that’s okay.”

You almost melted, your face changing to a pout as your head tilted to look at him while you accepted the bouquet, “This is so nice of you. Thank you, I love it.”

Alright so you don’t get strawberry bouquets to people you aren’t going on dates with, right?

The ride to the little pizzeria was nice – comfortably nice. You had shared the strawberries there and your stomach did a thousand flips when you offered Harry one only to have him open his mouth,

“I’m driving.”

And then he opened his mouth again, biting the strawberry you offered with your hand, laughing when it was about to drip on him if it weren’t for your fast reflexes – thank motherhood for that – as you held out your other hand beneath his chin.

By sharing strawberries, you mean you ate some as well as fed Harry some.

You both mentally took notice of how conversations flowed so effortlessly between you, as if you had met years ago and not just a day. Hell, even the texts were random and messy as well as entertaining and fun.

The drive wasn’t a long one, only about 20 minutes before Harry was parking in front of a place called ‘La Pizza’.

You both went outside the car, you waiting for Harry by your side as he walked towards you.

You might as well have melted right there and then when you felt Harry’s hand, very gently, on your back. It was very gentle, you almost didn’t notice and you felt that he was just making sure that he wasn’t making you uncomfortable but it was a reflex action of his. Nonetheless, you appreciated the concern and decided to show him that it was okay to touch you when you touched his arm as you both walked through the door.

Harry gulped, feeling hot as you touched him and he almost scolded himself because it only lasted for a second, yet there he was, getting flustered already. What the fuck was going on with him?

A waitress greeted the both of you, smiling widely as she motioned for you to follow her inside the place.

“There are more tables on the roof, would you want to check that?”

Harry looked at you the same moment you did at him, both of you nodding to each other to say that you wouldn’t mind.

“That would be great, thank you.” Harry said, smiling politely at the waitress who nodded and walked in front of you with the both of you following her up the stairs, Harry’s hand now more comfortably on your back as he walked behind you.

The roof was beautiful; cliché but beautiful fairy lights of small globe bulbs hung above the place, only 3 tables there, each at a good amount of distance from each other.

“Would you want to sit here or downstairs?”

Harry looked at you, you giving him a nod. “Here would be fine.”

The waitress nodded before guiding you towards a 2-chaired table. Harry had sat you down first before moving to his chair.

“Thank you.” You both said in unison as the waiter placed 2 menus in front of the both of you.

“I’ll be back to take your orders.” She smiled before leaving.

“Looks good.” You smiled at him before looking down at the menu.

“Didn’t know they had a roof.” Harry said, “This saved me.” He chuckled.

You looked up with confusion, “Saved you from what?”

Harry shrugged, now growing nervous. “Uh, wasn’t sure if taking you out for the first time here was chivalrous enough because it felt too casual, like a friends thing and not a date but now here seems right.”

He wished the ground he was on would split and swallow him whole. Wished to crawl up a hole and cry.

There were things he was practicing on on the way to you; like how he would hide that he was a nervous wreck, how he was excited to spend time with you, how he knew almost every single song you worked on, and finally, how he wouldn’t spill that he thought that was a date, no matter how much he wanted it to be.

You were amused. Contrary to how Harry truly felt, you thought it was nice that he was straightforward.

“Figured this wasn’t too casual the moment you gave me the strawberry bouquet, Harry.” You smiled, assuring him that you were okay with this being a date.

Looks like it wasn’t business after all.

Harry chuckled, raising an eyebrow, “That was nice, wasn’t it?”

You laughed, “Yes. Don’t think I was ever given a bouquet of fruit so yeah. Really nice.”

You both went through the menu, commenting on some plates and ingredients as you did and contemplating together.

“Maybe we should just get two pizzas and share, so we can try more than one option.” You suggested.

“Good idea.” He agreed, “What do you think of Quattro Formaggi?”

“Ooo, yes.” You then pointed on another topping, “Pizza Melanzane?”

“Yes.” Harry closed his menu with a nod.

Shortly after, your waitress came back and took your order before leaving.

“Finished a song yesterday.”

Your eyes widened as you took a sip of water before putting the glass back down, “Really?”

Harry nodded, “Yeah. A new one.”

“You mean you wrote a new one? Not finished writing one you already had?”

Again, he nodded, putting his arms on the table. “New. Very much new.”

You grinned at him, “That’s amazing. What is it about?”

Alright maybe he didn’t think that one through. He did write a song the previous night and he was proud of it and his gut did tell him that it would make it to the list of his next album, but telling you about it on your first – and he hoped it wasn’t the last – date? Well, not so ideal.

“It’s about opening up to someone new. Trying love again and unraveling yourself to the other person.”

Maybe it was because of your situation, but your breath hitched in your throat.

“You know when you get fucked from an ex and love as whole and you think that you don’t want to go through that again and you, like, close off,” Harry explained, “And it’s like you’re immune to feeling any sort of love or interest in anyone after that. Sure, maybe some sexual attraction here and there, but never something wholesome, you know?” He motioned with one of his rings clad hands as he talked, “But then you meet someone and you feel like a teenager or something,” he chuckled, “And it’s a nice feeling, it’s wonderful, that you start thinking that, hey,” he tilted his head, “Maybe I can do this again.”

You were speechless.

You were a woman of words, hell, you worked with words, but right then, you barely remembered the alphabets.

“You- You get me, right?” Harry asked.

You broke out of your trance, nodding absentmindedly, “Yeah, yeah, I,” you paused, an airy chuckle leaving your throat, “Man do I get you.”

He smiled in amusement, “Relatable?”

“Too much, you had me by surprise.” You answered honestly, releasing a breath.

It wasn’t a surprise to Harry that somebody broke your heart; it was always the good ones who got their hearts broken and got fucked over, always the givers.

But he couldn’t shake the feeling of shock at who would possibly have you at arm’s length, with the ability to kiss and cuddle you, and decide to break your heart?

See, maybe Harry had just met you but you know when you meet someone good. Someone kind. Especially when you’re in an industry that is full of shitty people and too many cold snobs.

“When was it?”

You understood his question, understanding that he meant to ask you about when your heart got broken – when somebody fucked you over.

“5 years ago.” You answered, “You?”

“2.”

“Cheers.” You joked, raising your glass of water to clink it to his, chuckling when he did clink them.

“5 years is a long time.” He commented, gentle with his tone as were his eyes.

“It is,” you agreed, “Got over him, really.”

“You met someone after?”

His question made you think again of your answer, causing you to giggle before correcting yourself, “Got over him as a person but not over the whole thing.”

Harry chuckled, “So no.”

You shook your head, “No. Didn’t have the heart to.” And even though your sentence carried double meanings, you took a mental note of that same sentence just for future songwriting sessions. “What about you? Met anyone after it?”

“Not really,” he shook his head, “Friends set me up with some people but it never went further than a day.”

“You don’t click?”

“No,” Harry answered before a small smile made its way to his face, “I didn’t.”

Your face grew hot, breaking eye contact to glance beside you for a moment.

“How long did it take to write that song yesterday?” You asked, turning back to look at him, growing more flustered to see that he was already looking at you with the same smile.

“Think 25 minutes.”

Your eyes widened, “Inspiration really did hit you, Harry, huh?”

“Grabbed the journal and guitar and I just ran to the studio at home, and it just,” he shrugged, “Happened.”

“Let it keep hitting you like that and we won’t be working together.” You said with a smirk.

“Then I’ll purposely distract myself whenever it hits me so I can see you.” Harry was quick to reply, a smug smile of his own on his face.

“Oh my God.” You whispered under your breath, shaking your head as you covered your face, hearing Harry laugh before feeling his hands on yours, guiding them down.

Shortly after, your waitress was back with your orders; both pizzas looking mouthwatering.

You and Harry decided against utensils, exchanging slices with your hands and granted, as Harry had said, they did make the best Italian pizza.

After the pizza and paying, you and Harry had grabbed ice cream from the parlor right next to the pizzeria before sitting in the car, remaining parked as you laughed about everything and anything.

“And I had no idea that Paul McCartney was right behind me the entire time. It was awful!” You finished, laughing more at how hard Harry was laughing at your story.

“Would’ve changed my name and moved out of this planet if I were you.” He teased you as he regained his breath.

“Oh, shut up!” You laughed, rolling your eyes at him.

Harry laughed, reaching out to place a hand on yours, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Embarrassing shit happens to me everyday, too. On stage is the worst.”

You tried to ignore the tingly feeling that rushed within you at his hand over yours, but good heavens, you were a goner. “The falls?”

“At some point I thought it was good my tour got postponed because I see myself falling during most of the songs. Imagine Watermelon Sugar, I’d be a clown.”

You laughed, “Probably so,” you teased him, batting your eyelashes jokingly when he feigned shock, “But really, you’re an amazing performer. I actually have been to one of your shows once.”

Harry’s eyes widened and as did his smile, “No way.”

You nodded, “The one in Glasgow in November.”

“You’re telling me that we were in the same room and-“ Harry paused, shaking his heads as he let out a chuckle of disbelief, “Wow. Alright. Did you have anyone with you?”

“Was just me and Faith.” You answered nonchalantly, only realizing once you did before your looked intently at Harry.

“Is that a best friend?” He asked, “Did they enjoy the show?”

“She did, yeah. Very actually,” You chuckled, remember how surprised you were at how 2-year-old Faith at the time was actually very interested and was dancing in your arms the entire time. “And she is my best friend at some point but she’s my daughter.”

You didn’t know what you were expecting but you definitely weren’t expecting Harry to grin excitedly.

“You have a daughter?”

“Uh, yeah,” you nodded, a small smile on your face as you inspected him, “I do. She turns 5 in December.”

Harry only seemed to get more excited at the news, which made your heart flutter at the sight of.

“Do you have a picture?”

“Yeah, of course,” you smiled more then, eager to show him your beautiful girl before unlocking your phone and opening your photos album, only to find the most recent addition to it – the video. “Hey, actually, she wanted me to show you something.”

You gave Harry the phone to watch better, most of the time keeping your eyes on him. Harry’s cheeks sported a shade of red at how highly your daughter spoke of him, laughing and giggling to himself as he watched.

“Nooo, I won’t say no. I’d love to meet her.” He cooed, continuing to watch.

As the video ended, Harry handed you back the phone, “Please let me meet her. And what’s that Harry dress?”

And so you told him about your adventure with the tee, to which his heart seemed to grow a thousand times more at.

“I wasn’t aware kids loved me, I’m sorry you couldn’t find her size.” Harry frowned, feeling genuinely bad.

“Hey, no,” you assured him, putting your other hand on his – that was still resting on yours – “Don’t worry about it. You don’t exactly sing the alphabetics, Mr. sex-inspired-my-last-album-and-I-made-it-on-shrooms.”

Harry giggled, shrugging at you.

You both talked some more, only about Faith. Harry’s eyes were wide with admiration when you told him about how you raised her alone – also assured when he realized that the father wasn’t exactly in the picture even though his heart broke at that – and he showered you with compliments of how brave you were to raise a kid alone.

“Think I should head back now. I still need to pick Faye up from my best friend’s.” You said, leaning your head on the headrest as your body was turned towards Harry, his hand sandwiched between yours on your thigh.

“Can I help?�� He asked, “Only if that’s okay. I don’t want to be crossing my limits.”

Your eyes searched his, growing emotional at the man in front of you. “Are you sure?”

Again with the double meanings.

That time, Harry noticed, his face softening as he looked back at you. Softly and ever-so-gently, he leaned to press a soft kiss on your cheek, “I’m sure.”

As he drove, you and Harry held hands on your thigh, the both of you singing along to Fleetwood Mac on your way.

As you gave Harry directions, he was absentmindedly rubbing your hand with his thumb. If you would have told him that he was doing that, he would have denied it; not because he wanted to deny it, but because it felt too natural that he didn’t realize he was doing it.

“Right here.” You pointed at a building, “She’s two buildings away. You can go, it’s a short walk.”

“I’ll wait for you here.” Harry said, parking before turning to look at you.

“Harry, seriously, you can leave if you want. I’m right there.” You pointed at your building.

“Nonsense, love. I’ll wait here.”

You sighed in contentment, giving his hand a squeeze before getting out of the car and into the building.

“Why did you not tell me that you were on a date with Harry fucking Styles?” Cece whisper shouted as soon as she opened the door, “Knew from Faith, you shit.”

“Because you’d overr-“

“He could be the one!”

“-react. You’d overreact and plan our wedding.” You teased your best friend, “Where’s Faye?”

“Won’t you come in for a drink?” She asked before turning, “Faith, it’s your mom!”

“Can’t. Uh,” you cleared your throat, “Someone’s waiting for me.”

“Some- No fucking way!” She exclaimed, muttering a “sorry” when you hushed her, “He-Harry is downstairs? Are you shitting me?” Cece excitedly asked.

You couldn’t stifle the smile on your face as you nodded.

Cece was about to talk some more before Faith appeared beside her, her backpack hung on one shoulder as she rubbed her eyes.

You knelt down, hugging her. “Hey, Nugget. You sleepy?”

Faith only nodded, wrapping her arms around you as you carried her, feeling her rest her head on your shoulder and you instantly knew that she slept.

“I’ll text you, alright?” You whispered to Cece.

“You better.”

Carrying Faith as well as having her backpack in one hand, once Harry saw you, he was out of the car and rushing towards you, taking the bag from your hand.

“Thank you.” You smiled thankfully, noticing how he walked beside you and guided you to the car, opening the door for you and sleeping Faith before closing it as gently as he could.

The lack of backseats made Harry place the purple backpack on his lap as he drove towards your building, a seconds drive.

He stopped the car and was out of his seat the moment he parked, slinging the bag on his shoulder before helping you out, taking your bag for you, to which you quietly thanked him for.

“Um, you can place the bags on my shoulders or something.”

“I can help you upstairs, come on. It’s no problem.”

You knew he was set on it and you let him, mostly because of how surprised you were that there were people who didn’t cringe and run the moment they knew the other person had a kid.

Harry did all the work; opened the building’s door for you, pressed for the elevator, pressed your floor number and had even taken out your keys once you told him to to unlock the door.

“Come in, come in.” You whispered.

Unsure of what to do, Harry walked inside and mirrored your actions by taking off his shoes before lingering.

“You can follow me.” You whispered again, turning around for a moment to look at him with a smile.

A quick take of the apartment was what Harry could do as he followed you, feeling an emotion of comfort and coziness engulf him as he did.

You were never less thankful for yourself for every time you changed Faith into pajamas before taking her to Cece’s, because it only made the process of tucking her in easier.

Harry had helped you by moving the covers so you could place Faith in bed before he stepped back, letting you tuck her in.

He smiled, watching how you seemed to shift around her or even when you just talked about her, like she was the most important person in your life and he knew that she was exactly that.

Faith was beautiful, and more often than not, you were glad that she got most of your looks and not her biological father’s because it only meant that he really was out of your life.

Harry noticed it, too. She had your nose, your lips, your facial outline, and your hair color. And from what he had seen in the video from when Faith was awake, she had your eye color.

You placed a kiss to her forehead before turning around, your eyes falling on Harry whose eyes were set on Faith with a ghost of a smile on his face.

His eyes came up to you and you noticed that he was still holding on to Faith’s backpack and was wearing your crossbag across his own chest.

You smiled as you grabbed the backpack from him and putting it aside on the floor before looking at him.

The only light in the room was from the hallway, making the room dimmed and making the both of you in a much more sentimental moment.

“They usually run away when they find about Faith.” You whispered, stepping closer to him, “Now is your cue.”

Harry’s eyes were on yours until they glanced at your lips, and butterflies erupted in your stomach at that.

“Thank God I’m not one of them, then.” He replied gently in a low whisper before he leaned closer, shamelessly looking at your lips.

It was you who took the final step, closing the minimal space between you by placing your lips on his.

His hands went to your waist as yours went to his neck, feeling him kiss you back softly but eagerly before pulling away from less than a second to tilt his head, getting a better angle before his lips were back on yours.

“Mommy?”

Pt. 2

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